Captured Rapture: 3 (Mercy) Read Online Free PDF Page A

glowering glare. “Don’t joke with me, Echo, or you’ll find
yourself floating in space without a helmet.”
    Echo shook his head, the color
still not returning to his face. “No one on Port Mercy would joke about the
Wyvernian.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “So you’re
telling me dragon shifters exist.”
    He shook his head again, and I felt
positive his eyeballs were going to bounce right out of their sockets. “No, no,
no,” he gushed. “The GU destroyed them all over three centuries ago.”
    “So what’s with the abject terror?”
    He swallowed, his Adam’s apple
jerking up and down. “The Wyvernian swore bloody vengeance for their genocide.”
His stare flicked nervously toward the thin stretch of viewing glass running
the length of the wall opposite Blowjob Alley. “There’s a story about Mercy’s
second moon being haunted by the last of the Wyvernian.”
    I couldn’t help myself, I burst out
laughing. “Ghost stories? Everyone’s been pissing their pants over a ghost
story?”
    Echo shook his head again, this
time with such vehemence I felt my shoulder joint shudder. “Laugh all you want,
but trust me when I say that destroying the Wyvernian is the only good thing
the GU has ever done.”
    He tugged against my grip on his
arm, eyes still nervous, agitated, and I let him go. He ran away from me. I kid
you not. He bolted, leaving me standing in the middle of the thoroughfare with
a bemused smile playing on my lips.
    I snorted. Dragon shifters. Ghosts. Shyte. What millennium was I living in? And yet the twisting knot in the
pit of my belly was still there. Not just there, but tighter. Bigger.
    I dragged my hands through my hair,
chewing on my lip. Ridiculous. The whole thing was ridiculous.
    You are Wyvernian. If you’re
prepared to burn.
    The Urid’ii’s words came back to me
and I spun on my heel. I needed more answers, and so far the male hooker had
been the only one willing to stand still long enough to give them.
    Trouble was, the Urid’ii’s booth
now stood empty.
    Where the fuck had he gone?
    Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.
Mine to—
    Torr’s thoughts whispered through
my head, each syllable flaying my sanity further. My pussy began to throb, my
pulse quickened. I curled my fingers into my palms, turning my hands into hard
fists.
    Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.
Mine to—
    My stare slid to the viewing glass running
high along the corridor’s length and I studied the small red moon orbiting Mercy.
    Wyvernian. Prepared to burn.
Mating cycle.
    The lunatic who haunted my dreams,
my waking thoughts, was on that moon. A lunatic weirdo who made me hornier than
anyone I’d ever met. An insane man I swore I would never go near again.
    Mine to claim. Mine to fuck.
Mine to—
    The tension in my gut twisted some
more and my sex felt heavy. Wet with a need I couldn’t deny.
    The ghost of the last Wyvernian…
    I thought of Echo’s hurried
statement and ground my teeth. Someone was messing with me, of that I had
little doubt, but I needed answers. Whoever Torr was, whatever he was, he had
those answers.
    Mine to claim.
    Wyvernian. Prepared to burn.
    I stared at the small moon and drew
a deep breath, pussy damp, chest tight. Something inside me had been…I don’t
know. Awakened? Something I hadn’t realized was there until the second Torr’s
lips crushed mine. Something eager for an existence I couldn’t fathom.
    Wyvernian.
    I needed to know what that
something was, and why it was drawn to Torr. I needed to see him again.
    The realization should have made me
angry. Instead, I felt a pulling sensation in the center of my being—an eager
insistence not only in my sex, but in my soul.
    Shyte , I can’t believe I’m
admitting this. I really can’t. But the second I accepted I was going back to
the moon, every molecule in my body seemed to…seemed to…
    Ah fuck. Every molecule in my body
seemed to ignite with a smoldering heat. As if readying for the inferno to come.
    And I knew then, even if I wasn’t