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grabbed at them as they tumbled down to rest on the nice, cool grass. At least that was slightly soothing. That fall would have been hell on her wings. Surprisingly, they both survived unhurt. Well, if you want to consider being scraped up on every inch of exposed skin ‘unhurt’. And she had a lot of exposed skin. Carissa threw off Michael’s arms and launched herself to her feet. Their pursuers couldn’t be far behind them. Turning on her companion, Carissa grabbed the front of the man’s coat and pulled his face to hers.
    “You stupid, stupid man!” she bellowed at him. “ Never hold a dragon during a fall! Wings are fragile! ” She slammed her lips into his, giving him back his voice. Throwing him back to the ground, she stormed into the open grass to change again. She was going to need a nap after this trip. And a steak… or two. Hell, she would probably eat a whole cow after this calamity of errors was through.
    Carissa ignored Michael as she knelt down and shifted into her grand dragon form. She threw her head back in a silent roar as the power swirled through her. Now let’s see him snatch her up and tuck her under his arm. Snickering to herself, she turned to find Michael had finally picked himself up.
    Yells from the top of the ridge drew her attention. The bark of automatic gunfire split the air, and she pounced on Michael, snatching him up like he had done her. Two wingbeats, coupled with a great leap, had them both in the air. The gunfire sounded again as she circled, gaining altitude. Pointing her head towards the ridge, she let out a great blast of fire, roasting the three men pointing weapons at her. A heavy downdraft of her wings quenched the flames before they could catch on the trees. Her attackers were dead or dying; there was no need to burn down the entire forest in her anger.
    Pointing her nose to the sun, Carissa pumped her wings. Oh, the feel of the wind against her scales. It had been too long since her last foray into the wild blue. She could really enjoy herself, if it weren’t for the fool of a man screaming his damned head off. She should have kept his voice. Carissa glanced down to the prize in her front claws. So what if he hung upside down from pants that were starting to slip over his hips? There hadn’t been much time to aim her pounce before taking off under gunfire. Okay, maybe there was a reason to be a little upset, but he should realize she wouldn’t drop him. And so what if she did? She had plenty of altitude to catch him before he hit the ground. She was very agile on the wing.
    Letting out a deep sigh, Carissa looked around for a safe place to land to adjust her hold on him. She could probably do it in flight, but she didn’t want to risk popping him with her talons. He should just be happy she hadn’t impaled him accidently while dodging bullets. Sure, they wouldn’t penetrate her thick scales, but they still hurt like hell when they hit. A large, grassy field to her right looked promising, so she banked towards it.

 
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    Michael’s throat was sore by the time they alighted in a large cow pasture. Carissa had grabbed him around the waist when they’d left, but he had shifted during the sudden takeoff. He’d ended up dangling in a few sharp claws by his pants. Pants that were now precariously slipping. Hell, his ass was almost hanging out. Just the way he wanted to die—dropped from a dragon without pants. Right now, he could really use an erection. It might just save his life by holding his pants on.
    Tumbling to the grass, Michael waited for the gusts of air to settle before glaring at the dragon. Anger coursed through him as he turned from her, undid his belt, and readjusted things. At least his pants weren’t pressing into him uncomfortably anymore. He snickered to himself. This was one of the only times he had been completely soft around her. Safe on the ground, away from danger, and he was limp. Go figure.
    Once properly dressed, he turned towards