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Unguarded?”
    Ladon had to brace
himself against the fury pelting him.  It was the most power he had felt in one
place, and he was floored by the weight behind it.  He had no doubt that this
dragon was powerful enough to kill him without ever raising a claw.
    “She’s mage!”  He
had to scream it to be heard above the magic funneling around him.  Then as if
a switch had been thrown, it was gone.  Ladon pulled himself shakily to his
feet.  Did he seriously want this dragon anywhere near his mate?  Did he have a
choice?
    “That’s
impossible.”
    “Why?  Because the
famed Eben Kinkaid has never seen it?”  He knew his voice was an open challenge,
but he was past the point of caring.  His body was on fire and all he wanted to
do was fuck.  He had to get back to his mage.  “Look, this is pointless.  I
have to get back before I change.  I came here in hopes you would protect my
mate while I'm in transition.”  He was proud that his voice sounded so normal,
considering his belly was on fire, and his dick was an iron spike.
    “Why come here? 
You must have your own house to call upon.”
    “Because someone
wants me dead and my mate...”  His voice fell away, and he was suddenly on the
floor writhing against the pain trying to change his body on the molecular
level.  He could hear roaring in his head and was too out of it to realize it
was him.  When the pain eased, he felt a tail and claws wrap him up, and he was
pressed to Eben Kinkaids dragon form, apparently he had finally gotten the
message.
    Where?   The mind speak was powerful even in his
beleaguered mind.
      “Last high spring before the North
Gate.”  The words were torn from his throat.  He was lost in a river of pain
and hunger.

Chapter 5
    Morgan was still
trying to perfect her control when she felt the fire.  At first, she thought
she was just having flashbacks from last night.  She cursed because the flashes
of desire were playing merry hell on her concentration.  Breathing steadily to
balance the increased nerves rumbling in her belly she was just to the edge of
the grotto when the pain started. 
    It took her a few
minutes to realize the pain was not hers.  She lay there shivering and
clutching her stomach, tears overflowing her eyes.
    “Ladon?”  She
whispered it, Horrified by the pain he was feeling, but with the realization
that the pain was not hers she could breathe again.  There was a wave of heat
so strong she was rolled by it.  She ended up next to the hot springs, and
something in the mist soothed her enough that she saw it as a lifeline and
rolled right into the hot water, raggedy shift and all.  The heat of the spring
should have made it worse.  Instead, Morgan could think again, at least enough
to assess the situation. 
    Ladon was coming,
of that she had no doubt.  This must be the molt.  He would come and when this
was over, he would be a fully-grown dragon in his prime ready to mate.  Damn
it.  There was no way she could keep her concentration enough to fly when this
was upon her.  Not when she could feel this need like a brand in the blood.
    He would get his
virgin sacrifice after all.  She only hoped she survived it.  After a while,
Morgan could no longer stand the feel of her wet dress plastered against her
sensitive skin and she ripped it off and tossed it away.  She palmed her
breasts, but the feel of her own hands was too much against her painfully tight
nipples.  At least she would get that bath.  She used the soap, cleaned every
inch of her body careful of her screaming clit, and flushed nipples, trying to
ignore the open nerve endings and waves of need that nearly drowned her.  At a
calm moment, she used her fingers to comb out her newly clean hair.  She spread
it out on the stone lip and was amazed when it dried almost immediately. 
    She stepped out of
the pool and as soon as she was out, she was dry.  She could feel the magic
working along her skin.  Even the brush of her hair