A Dragon’s Fated Heart book 3
The apocalypse had come and gone.
Secrets lie buried waiting to be found.
Dragons are not the only ones awakening to a new world.
Grace has always felt a bit like an outsider, even in her own family. She preferred to do things on her own, ignoring her loneliness. That all changes when Rog barrels into her life, opening her eyes to so much more.
Dragon shifter Rog has seen what problems hiding your inner dragon from your mate brings. Saving his mate from a precarious situation, he changes in front of her. Her awe and hesitant acceptance have him wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat.
Together they find a hidden, cryonic facility. Do they awaken the lost souls hidden in the depth of the mountain? Dare they take the chance of possibly bringing back the diseases to once again ravage their world?
Those are easy questions, but how can Rog explain the mating ritual to change Grace into a dragon involves himself and other dragons giving her more pleasure in a once in a lifetime experience?
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One buffalo lay partially blocking the entrance. She assumed the other was behind it or on the ledge outside the mine. Shaking her head, ignoring the banter between the brothers going on behind her, Grace grabbed her knife from her sheath. It was time to skin it. Knowing the men behind her could eat the animal whole, she really wanted the pelt before they dug in.
Standing over it, she realized it wasn’t going to be easy. Larger than the cattle and deer she normally dressed, it also weighed more. Pushing on its side got her nowhere. Standing straight, Grace looked at the animal. Looking up at the roof of the mine, no hook magically appeared. She turned her head, eyeing up the brothers. They could become dragons. She’d bet it wouldn’t be any issue for them to hold the carcass up so she could skin them.
“Could you two lend me a hand?” Grace watched Rog turn eagerly toward her.
“What do you need?” Rog strode over, Hark on his heels.
“I need the buffalo strung up, but there is no place to do it.” She glanced down, then back up, looking into Rog’s eyes. “Do you think your dragons are strong enough to hold them up while I skin them?”
“Of course.” Rog puffed up before her eyes, strutting over to look at the buffalo.
Grace could barely contain a giggle.
“Whoa. Just wait a minute. You want our dragons to hold up the buffalo while you are in front of us, wielding a knife?” Hark looked at Rog. “She could just as easily gut us as the animal.”
Rog frowned, scowling at his brother. “I trust her.”
Grace preened, then realized she looked like Rog a few minutes ago. “I wouldn’t. I want a buffalo pelt more than I want scales to keep me warm.”
Hark laughed. “Hear that, Rog? You’re out of luck.”
Her cheeks bloomed with fire. Grace ducked her head, not looking either one in the eye.
Rog growled, advancing on his brother.
If they fought, and it looked like they might, the buffalo could be destroyed. Grace grabbed Rog’s arm. “Wait. Half an hour tops and I’ll be done. Please.”
Hark grinned, dancing toward the mine entrance.
Rog glared, but didn’t move. “Fine. Stand back. I need to shift.”
Grace moved toward the side, giving him room. Her eyes widened.
Rog stripped his clothes off, stretching when he was done. Then suddenly a dragon stood in his place.
Grace swallowed. Her throat suddenly dry. Maybe she should be the one worried.
The dragon watched her. His gold eyes gleamed. His tail twitched, swishing back and forth.
Hesitantly she stepped forward, hand out.
Rog, she could tell it was him, even in this form, rubbed his head against her. Nudging her closer, until she stood against him.
Her hand touched his scales. Grace sucked in a breath. They were warm to the touch. Softer than she’d thought. They reminded her of hard leather.
Rog nudged her again, pushing her away. He twisted and picked up the buffalo. By one leg.
Grace laughed. “No, you have to hold both legs. Both rear legs.”
Rog cocked his head, gave her a toothy grin and grabbed both legs, swinging it in front of her.
She could read the mischief on his face. Grabbing the front leg, Grace stopped it. “Now lower it, please.”
Rog dropped it down so the front feet rested on the floor. Jiggling it so it looked like it was dancing.
Shaking her head, she couldn’t keep the grin off her face. “Oh, you’re nothing but trouble, aren’t you?”
The dragon snorted, echoed by one behind her.
“You pegged him. Trouble.” Hark laughed. “When will you need me to hold the other?”
“Once the skin is off, and I’ll gut it and carve a couple of flank steaks for me and I’ll be ready for the second one.” She patted the dragon’s leg. “Then it’s all yours.”
“Great. I’ll change when you get to that point, so you can start on the second one.”
“Just don’t get me with the knife.” Hark flicked her nose and headed outside.
Grace cut a slit down the stomach, then around each knee joint. She then slit from the center cut up each limb to the knee. She sliced around the neck. Grace figured she could strip the head later. From the rumbles emanating from the belly of the dragon, he needed food. Better the buffalo than her.
Quickly fleshing the skin from the body, Grace stripped the skin off. Hopefully she didn’t waste any meat, leaving any on the skin. It would just make it harder to tan later. “I wish I had some salt to keep them moist.”