Cara looked up, one of her eyes was beginning to swell closed, but she could still see the perfect outline of a dragon.
“Marco,” Cara opened her mouth and his name floated out.
Dimitri lifted his gun straight over his head and fired off three shots into the sky. Cara lifted her gaze to the man in front of her and gathered her strength. With everything she had, she punched her bound hands into Dimitri's stomach.
Dimitri doubled over with a wheeze and Cara kicked the gun out of his hand. The gun went skittering under another car.
Hearing shouts from behind her, Cara turned to see Dimitri's henchmen running for her. The one who had been sitting next to Cara raised a gun as he ran forward. She closed her eyes. She felt the shadow drift over her body again without having to see it, when she opened her eyes she saw Marco landing on the roof of a nearby minivan.
There were shouts and screams coming from every direction. People fled, all dispersing in different directions.
The man with the gun stopped his movement. He looked at Dimitri then at Cara, then turned and ran back the way he’d come from.
Marco inhaled and exhaled a scorching stream of fire straight up in the air above him.
“You fool,” Dimitri yelled. He ran forward and jumped up toward the minivan where Marco was perched. Dimitri morphed as he jumped, his body becoming a mixture of red and yellow scales.
Marco was a brilliant every changing mixture of violet, gray, and orange. His body was huge and muscular and his eyes shone just the same as they always had.
Dimitri knocked into Marco who tumbled with him. They went over another car and into the oncoming line of traffic. Dimitri lifted off the highway and shot into the air, Marco followed close behind.
Cara looked around her. She should be looking for a safe place to hide. But what place could be safe from a dragon if Marco didn’t come out of this battle the winner?
“Come on Marco,” Cara felt the words rip through her throat. She felt a tumble in her stomach and Cara moved her hand to her belly. Their unborn child already knew its father, “That’s your daddy,” Cara whispered to her stomach.
There was a shriek from someone behind her and Cara turned to find the driver reaching up to grab ahold of Cara. He pulled Cara in close to his body, a gun pushing in next to her face.
“No, no,” Cara cried as she was pulled from the side of the road and toward a car.
“Marco,” she screamed his name as loud as she could.
The man pushed Cara into the car and began following behind her. Cara slammed her hands into the horn and left them there.
“Get the fuck…” the man struck her hands away from the steering wheel.
But it had been enough, Marco had heard. Cara watched as his large, proud body swooped down toward the road and the car. A claw snagged the driver and flicked him up over two other cars to land in the street.
Cara got out of the car.
“Behind you,” she yelled. Dimitri had come back for Marco and was about to hit Marco full force in the back. Dimitri opened his mouth. A stream of fire left his body and Marco moved out of its reach just in time.
Instead of following Marco’s movement, Dimitri turned to Cara. He jerked his body forward and Cara dove back into the car just as Marco slammed Dimitri to the side of the road.
A fury of emotion passed in Marco’s eyes. Cara sucked in a breath as she watched the man that meant more to her than her own life. He crashed into Dimitri, lifting the other dragon up and over his head as he somersaulted forward.
Dimitri pushed five sharp claws into the thick skin of Marco. Marco leaned his head back and with a loud cry he hit Dimitri with his tail. The red and yellow dragon went sliding along the pavement, collecting three smashed cars along the way. Dimitri stood, shaking his head, he looked to the sky then jumped off the ground and took to the air.
Marco howled an angry call off pursuit. Marco took to the sky behind Demitri.
Cara watched the two tumble through the air. Two streams of fire met in the middle and Marco broke off to move positions around his opponent. Dimitri dropped several hundred feet and Marco pursued.
Marco took hold of Dimitri and flung the other dragon, with rage, toward the ground below. Dimitri shot down toward the earth, his body crashing fast. Marco followed so fast behind him that he looked like nothing more than a blur.
“No, you’re too fast,” Cara called the words out as if Marco could hear them. She watched as both dragons plummeted from the sky, the streaks of violet and orange causing her heart to stop.
“I love you, please slow down, please…” she said the words softly as she watched Marco’s falling body.
Dimitri began to pull up against gravity, fighting against his rapid descent. But Marco didn’t slow down, he actually picked up speed.
“What are you doing?” Cara raised her hand and traced Marco’s fall.
Marco made the slightest shift as he dropped. He now moved into position so that Dimitri was perfectly in line to break Marco’s fall. Marco crashed hard into Dimitri and the red and yellow dragon hit the ground first with a thunderous explosion followed by Marco.
"Marco," Cara screamed. She was out of the car and running toward the crash sight. She wasn't sure if her heart was still beating at all if she was even alive anymore. Smoke and dust filled the air from the crash site.
Cara ripped the tape around her wrists as if it were nothing at all. The ground was still moving from the crash and Cara nearly fell over as she tripped her way through debris and rubble. The adrenaline that pumped through her body had her sprinting to find Marco.
A truck was sprawled out on its side in front of her and Cara ran around it, desperately searching. She coughed as the smoke hit her lungs and she put a hand to her eyes. As she made her way past the huge truck body she saw Marco. He was standing up, his body in pain, but alive.
"You're alive, you're alive," Cara flung herself forward and into Marco.
“Oomph,” Marco put his hands around Cara.
“I’m sorry, did I just hurt you?” Cara pulled back, looking over Marco.
Marco smiled at her, “No. You were perfect. You are perfect.”
Cara flung herself again with slightly less force into Marco’s arms. She let the tears come freely from her eyes.
“And what about…” Cara pulled herself back again sniffing back her sobs and looking for Dimitri.
“You don’t need to worry about him anymore,” Marco put his hand to Cara’s face. She smiled and pushed her face against his hand. “You’re hurt,” he brushed his fingers across her face.
“I don’t feel hurt, I feel great. We both feel great,” Cara smiled down at her stomach. “She made such a fuss when you were up there—I think she knows who her father is.”
“She?” Marco paused.
Cara put a hand to her mouth, “I have no idea why I said that. Just my instincts I guess.”
"This has really been a most incredible twenty-four hours," Marco laughed loudly. "Let's get out of here."
Marco and Cara were both limping and in pain when they pulled up to Marco’s estate.
“Mr. Martinez…Cara? What on earth…” Mrs. Caulfield ran out with her mouth gaping wide.
Cara felt a great sense of well-being pass over her at the sight of the older woman.
“It’s so nice to see you again,” Cara said with a smile.
“You should both be in the hospital, at least let me call the doctor,” Mrs. Caulfield was stricken and Cara didn’t blame her, she knew they both looked terrible.
"I called Dr. Stevens—he's on his way." Marco exhaled happily with his arm wrapped perfectly around Cara's body. "In the meantime, I have something to show Cara," Marco lifted his eyebrows and smiled.
“Something to show me?” Cara was mostly interested in being shown the bath and a plate of something delicious.
“This way,” Marco grinned in a way Cara didn’t know the man was capable of.
The two hobbled into the
house and up to Marco’s room, but before they went in Marco turned to the door next to his own.
“I sent this all out in the middle of the night, so I’m not sure what this will look like…but knowing my people it will probably still be great…” He opened the door and let Cara walk in.
Inside was the most spectacular baby room. There were books all along one wall, little dragons decorating the walls and bedding. In the corner was a live tree that had been planted into the floor.
“I thought it would be a nice touch, something alive that also cleans the air…do you think it’s weird?”
“Weird? I think it’s the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” Cara traced her fingers over the bark of the tree. “What happens when it outgrows the room?”
“We can change the house if we need to,” Marco said as if it were the most natural thing.
“The colors. It’s all in violet, gray, and orange,” Cara couldn’t stop smiling. “I love it.”
“…and I love you. I’m sorry for—the way I reacted or didn’t react—I’ve never done any of this before. When I realized the feelings I had for you, I…” Marco shook his head.
“That doesn’t matter now,” Cara put her hands around Marco’s face. “This is what matters,” she looked around the room.
“Look,” Marco moved to the light switch and flicked it off. When the lights dimmed the room lit up and sparkled.
“It looks just like your eyes,” Cara turned all the way around. “She’ll want to sleep all the time.”
Marco laughed, “There you go with the gender again.”
“Well now that my instincts have picked out a girl I can’t stop myself.”
Marco nodded his head, there was something glinting in his eyes and Cara pushed at his shoulder.
“What is it?” she demanded.
“Nothing,” he looked at her then looked around the room. He walked over to the baby’s crib and pulled out a little boy’s blanket. “It’s just that my instincts tell me that it’s a boy.”
Cara pulled the blanket to her face and smelled its fibers. It was softer than anything she’d ever felt.
“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Cara threw the blanket back at Marco.
The two went back to Marco’s room to wash before the doctor came over. Marco wanted to have the doctor check on the baby and to make sure Cara was in full working order after their ordeal with Dimitri.
Later that night they sat under the starry sky on Marco’s balcony. They both wore terrycloth robes and slippers. Cara’s eye was swollen and her head had been throbbing all day, but she hardly noticed the discomfort, she was so happy.
The doctor informed them that Marco had walked around all day with a broken arm and some painful ligament damage, but everything else was fine.
Cara turned her gaze from Marco back to the stars.
“Do you think you’ll be happy here with me?” Marco looked at Cara. Cara saw such raw, open love coming from him that, for a moment, she could barely breathe.
“I don’t think I would be happy anywhere else,” she squeezed his uninjured arm.
“Well, it was either stay in Miami or we could both move to Alaska,” Marco smiled up at the sky.
“…a tough choice but I think we made the right decision.”
“Look,” Marco accidentally tried to lift his broken arm then winced in pain.
“What?” Cara sat up with a start. She hadn’t realized how programmed her body still was to the danger she had faced only hours before.
“No,” Marco pointed with his good arm to the sky, “it’s good. A shooting star.”
Cara saw a spectacular ball of light shooting across the sky. It fizzled out and disappeared before Cara realized she’d been holding her breath.
“Did you make a wish?” Marco asked.
“I didn’t know I was supposed to,” Cara looked up to the spot where the star had been only moments before. “Did you?” she asked.
“I don’t need to,” Marco winked at her then leaned back into his chair.
Cara looked at the spot again and smiled.
*****
THE END
Wild West Werewolf
Description
A curvy BBW in danger plus a sexy werewolf outlaw shifter is one hell of a hot and heart pounding stand alone romance.
Emeline Ward, a beautiful BBW, may very well have been raised by wolves, as far as her small town neighbors think. As the wild daughter of a widowed rancher, Emmie sees no need to conform to the ladylike behavior of women on the western range. She’s the best shot in town and rides better than any man. She isn´t looking for love and hasn´t found her soulmate yet. But when a group of strange men show up in her town, Emmie is not afraid to protect what she loves.
Grey-eyed Virgil Bellanger is the odd man out in his four-man posse of cattle wranglers. Though conforming is supposed to come naturally to him it doesn’t. When outlaw Virgil sees Emmie put in harms way he goes against the code of his group even though he knows it will mean serious consequences.
With her soulmate Virgil by her side, Emmie never knew that fighting an uphill battle could be so electrifying. As the two press on together against all odds they will have to discover if what brought them together will also be the thing to tear them apart. What secret is he hiding?
Chapter One
“I’ll go around the East end of the ranch,” Silas Ward pointed off toward the land that met with the West Fork Trinity River. His breath misted in front of him with each exhale.
He turned to face his daughter when Emmie didn’t answer.
She quickly realized she’d been nodding her head. “Right,” She spoke too loudly after her silence. “Red and I will take the West.”
Emmie was anxious to get moving in the cold. Her fingers and toes were beginning to go numb in the dark cold and it was no use to stand around talking. Emmie grinned at her father as she double checked her rifle and turned Red toward the East end of the ranch. The sun would be up soon, the sky was starting to glow with the promise of future warmth.
“…And be careful.” Her father’s words fell like pebbles at her back. Emmie’s eyes and ears were focused ahead. The last few months something had changed between her and her father. She’d grown into a woman and Silas had just seemed to notice, or maybe just the women in the town had begun whispering in his ear.
Her behavior had never bothered her father before but now he was suddenly all too aware that she was supposed to be a lady. not the farm boy he’d raised her to be.
Emmie was careful to wear dresses and do her hair up whenever she was sure to be noticed by someone from town but now even the old work pants she wore this morning had gotten a prolonged look.
Red trotted off, happy to be moving on the land he knew best. She went out a quarter of a mile and turned. Silas was nowhere to be seen, only lazy blocks of cattle clumped into misshapen groups speckled the land.
“Now it’s just me and you,” She leaned over Red and gave him an affectionate pat. “Let’s go find some cattle rustlers.”
Emmie gave a light whistle and Red took off again, this time at a canter. The air seeped straight through the woolen scarf she'd pulled around her neck and her eyes watered, but her thighs gripped around Red, her muscles contracting and blood finally begins to move through her body.
Mornings were always early on the ranch but this morning they’d come out for a reason. Thieves.
Nothing had been taken from the Ward ranch, yet. But there were rumors. The McGillicuddy Ranch to the East of them had lost a dozen head of cattle in the middle of the night. Vanished into thin air. And the McGillicuddy’s didn’t have any to spare. They were hard up and the whole town knew it.
It had been Emmie’s idea to do a few security rounds in the middle of the night and Silas had basically agreed. He’d not thought it a large enough problem to enlist the help of ranch hands or to make a 2 A.M. round as Emmie had first suggested but he’d thought one early morning round couldn’
t hurt.
A soft sound of movement made Emmie stop. She pulled on Red’s reins and looked into the partially lit morning. The sound came again, clearer now that she’d stopped moving. Emmie turned Red on a ninety-degree angle and stared ahead. When the sound came once more she took off. Red instinctively understood his owner, his legs and neck reached forward as he lunged toward their unknown destination.
The thundering of Red’s hooves wouldn’t go unnoticed by thieves if that’s what the noise was, so Emmie pushed the horse to move with all his power. The sun was coming up now and the horizon became clearer as Emmie accelerated.
A small group of longhorn cows were running along the horizon. Emmie squinted out to where they moved. In a few yards, she understood why she didn't see any thieves.
"Coyotes," Emmie said under her breath as she pulled up short. With one flick of her hand, she unstrapped her gun and swung it over her shoulder. She pulled the rifle into focus and held tight to the group. There were three or four coyotes, and they were snapping at the cattle, moving faster than she'd ever seen before.
"Come on," She whispered to her rifle. Red held still as if he knew just what she'd wanted. As soon as one pulled into focus they were quickly out again. Emmie refocused and waited for one on the outside of the group. With a quick motion, she cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.
The rifle blasted into the early morning air. She hit him, she could have sworn she’d hit him, but he was already gone. The cattle began to scatter and stumble in different directions. Her shot had scared the coyotes off. Emmie squinted hard, holding her rifle with one hand and guiding Red forward with the other.
Nothing. The cattle were no longer together and Emmie could see no sign of the coyotes. She trotted around the spot where they’d clustered. A spray of blood dotted a dry patch of cold ground.
"I thought so," Emmie spoke to Red, whose ears perked up at the sound of his master's voice. She sighed and looked uneasily to the horizon. After a hard moment of staring at nothing, Emmie made a call to the cattle. She rounded up the group, and slowly moved them back toward the main house. They would have to keep the groups closer to home overnight unless until someone could watch them graze during the day.
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