When the tragic death of Inanna's parents leaves her utterly alone, meeting a handsome stranger in a bar awakens her darkest fantasies and changes her life forever.
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No one could have predicted the car accident that took the lives of Inanna's par...
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The unexpected words and intensity of his gaze snapped me back to my surroundings as the hair stood on the back of my neck. "I... what?"
"Did you enjoy sex with him more than your previous experience with humans?"
My face flushed, a wave of heat rippling over my skin as my voice turned high-pitched. "I'm sorry... what? Did you say 'with humans'?" A thundering in my ears boomed with each pound of my heart.
As I struggled to wrap my mind around the implications, his hand morphed and extended into gleaming black talons on each fingertip. In a flash, I was over the back of the couch and standing behind it, lungs spasming and staring at the four-inch talons he casually tapped on his leg, making no move to get up or threaten me.
He smiled, upper and lower fangs showing as he chuckled. "Yes, Ms. Latifi. I did. There are many more sentient races and worlds than you young humans and this little blue planet."
I couldn't stop staring at those lethal talons. His question about Paz circled my thoughts. The tears in my sheets. The prick of nails on my skin when I'd seen short, manicured fingernails. The fangs and four puncture wounds in my neck.
"What... what are you?" I whispered, taking a step back on trembling legs, then another and another until my back hit the window.
Nabu stood, removed his jacket, and laid it on the couch.
I whimpered, pressing further into the window.
His head jerked up, and he pinned me with his dark eyes, then smiled that toothy smirk. "Don't worry. I'm not about to attack you or eat you. The change is hell on clothes, love, and I like this particular suit."
As he talked, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a spectacular chest, shoulders, and mouthwatering set of abdominals. He removed his shirt and laid it by the coat with a powerful set of arms that rippled and flexed as he moved. A grey mist surrounded him and four huge grey-spotted wings appeared on his back like the wings of a moth. Fine grey and black scales covered his muscular torso, shoulders, and arms. Instead of scaring me, the change enhanced his form, taking absolutely nothing from his masculine appeal. His face changed too, realigning the symmetry of his features and shifting them from attractive but not outstanding to absolutely gorgeous. His tongue flicked out, long and sinuous, and I shuddered, but not with distaste. No, my libidinous body grew wet at the sight.
Oh, my gods. Now I knew why Paz had such an incredible tongue. The things he'd done with it were... my thighs squeezed as my sex clenched.
"As you can clearly see, I'm not human. I'm a dragon. A shapeshifter from Muspelheim, another planet in this galaxy, but far from here. I'd show you my full dragon form, but I wouldn't fit in this tiny office." He waved a taloned hand and wrinkled his nose.
