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an inch. She couldn’t get to her gun as the creature began to run
toward the water. This was no horse. What the hell was going on? Morrigan cried
out again, working twice as hard to free herself. The water was approaching.
Waves were crashing on shore wildly as the rain began to ease. She cursed
creatively as the horse thing plunged into the water. Waves lapped at his hide and
began to cover her dangling feet. Morrigan took a giant breath, glancing back
at the beach. She saw a lone figure whose giant wings matched the night sky. He
was there, right there, flying toward her. Morrigan’s head went under the water
as the storm raged on above her head.
     
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    Whisper took a deep
breath of the warm fresh scent of rain. It pelted the leaves of the tree he hid
beneath but kept his wings dry. He waited beneath the willow tree. He was
unable to sleep. Dreams plagued him, visions of Morrigan’s naked body. She had
been willing. The submissive side of her had exploded the moment he entered her
wet, tight channel. It had been amazing—covered in blood, the battle around
them and his cock inside her. Whisper shuddered. She was truly his mate. The
fight with the trolls had his blood boiling and seeing her in the middle of the
fray and kicking ass, she looked irresistible. It was finally his turn to be
blessed by the Goddess. Whisper wasn’t even sure what happiness was, but he’d
felt a spark of contentment when he was with Morrigan. His life had been a
series of battles and victories.
    A warm breeze blew
particularly hard. It shifted the rain toward an angle and the water sprayed
across his chest. The armor would keep his skin dry. It also hid the results of
his childhood with the trolls. Whisper would have to tell her and he dreaded
that conversation. Perhaps they could stick with hard sex and battles instead.
He inhaled deeply, not wanting to think about the past, but a familiar scent came
with the next breeze.
    Morrigan.
    He knew her smell. It
was crisp like a rain shower during a cold winter day. It made his nose tingle
and his fingers curl. She wasn’t moving toward him, though, but the opposite
direction. Where was she heading so late? The moon was up, though the gray
clouds above prevented the sight. Whisper flexed his wings, ignoring the
uncomfortable feel of rain on them. He flew toward the south. The only thing in
this direction was woods and the shore. He landed just before a large grassy
field, using his extremely sensitive eyes to find her. There, in the shadows,
she was running. From what? Her hair was lifted from her shoulders by the
winds, her arms pumping, her heels pushing off the ground. She stopped when she
burst from the trees. The rain pelted her harder. Whisper shivered, quickly
moving beneath a big tree. Any wetter and his wings would be useless.
    Morrigan was standing
there, looking toward the woods. What exactly was she staring at? He sniffed
the air but couldn’t catch any scent but hers. His cock responded. It went from
soft to semi-hard in a matter of seconds. Whisper rubbed his crotch and nearly
groaned at the pleasure that slithered up his spine. He wanted her again. Now.
Pressed against the tree, her hands tied to the limb above, her legs spread to
reveal her hot core, the rain blending with her cream. Whisper blew out a
breath, his fangs scrapping at his bottom lip. He stepped closer and his smile
turned to a frown.
    A horse.
    It walked toward
Morrigan with wary steps. What would a horse be doing out here? Alone, without
a companion. The horse whinnied, the wind shifted, and Whisper inhaled deeply.
He knew that scent. “Kelpie,” Whisper said on a gasp. “Run!” he yelled, but the
sudden downpour of rain took the sound. Whisper took to the sky, his wings
sticking and heavy from the rain. He only made it a few feet before he crashed
to the ground. His heart began to pound in his chest, and his feet slammed
against the ground as he took off again. “Run!”
    Morrigan cried out. Not
a scream.