Wolf Creek Sheriff (Texas Pack 4) (Prequel) (Wolf Creek Shapeshifters) by Jo Ellen Read Free Book Online Page B

Sitting in front of Colin and leaning over the dragon’s neck, she spoke softly, “No air acrobatics, right?”
    He turned his head to peer back at her and a small puff of smoke left both nostrils when he snuffled. Sort of between a chuckle and a snort, she decided.
    She was thankful the dragon was wide enough so that she could lean forward and practically lay down on his back. The more surface she could glue her body to, the better, in her opinion. She ignored Colin’s chuckle behind her as she felt them lift off and the wind pick up as they rose in the sky. They were flying! She only knew this by feel as she refused to actually open her eyes.
    She felt Colin settle his hands on her waist and squeeze. “Sit up Stephanie, you’re missing some great views.”
    “I’m good, thanks.” Her voice was muffled as her forehead was pressed tightly against the dragons skin.
    Colin tickled her sides, not knowing she was supremely sensitive in those spots and he caused her to wriggle to try and escape those magical fingers. She could not see the devilish grin he sported at this new knowledge.
    “Come on Steph, Quinn won’t let us fall.”
    Quinn huh. At least now she new the name of the person, err, shifter who could possibly be the death of her. She could see the headlines, assuming Faery had newspapers. “Woman killed in flying accident, Dragon Lord mourns stupid, clumsy human female that managed to fall off a perfectly good mount.” Maybe that was a tad too long for a headline, she needed to shorten it.
    Her promising new headline was broken up when Colin moved his hands to her shoulders and pulled her body up. She tried to dig her fingers into the tough hide but couldn’t make much of a dent. In that moment she hated both Quinn and Colin, just on general principal. But that didn’t stop her from grabbing on to Colin’s thighs with a hold that was sure to leave bruises behind.
    “Open your eyes,” he whispered next to her ear.
    No, no, no, no. She didn’t actually say it, but it sure did sound loud in her head.
    “Come on, look around. You’re living an epic quest, you don’t want to miss anything.”
    He wasn’t mocking her, she could tell by the sincerity in his voice. He honestly wanted her to live in the moment.
    She opened her eyes and gasped. They were hundreds of feet in the air, slowly gliding around the valley. Quinn’s wings made a slow glide up and down, which she appreciated. She was sure he could fly really fast if he wanted. Thank goodness he wasn’t a jerk in leather that got a kick out of scaring women.
    Still holding tight to Colin’s thighs, she watched as other dragons flew over where there was a large opening in the rocks with a landing big enough for several dragons. She finally noticed Robert standing with his hands on his hips, watching them fly. Seeing him slowly shake his head, she read his lips. “Show-off.”
    She wanted to laugh but she was still a little bit scared and was certain she would squeak like a mouse.
    Thankfully, Quinn drifted over and landed near Robert. Colin slid off and helped her down, which was nice since her legs were shaking from using muscles she hadn’t known she had.
    Shaking her hands out and stretching her fingers, she worked on getting the blood flow going again. She hoped her nails didn’t leave any marks on Quinn’s back. That could lead to a whole lot of trouble if he had a mate. Or wife. Did dragons have a fated mate or did they just hook up? So many questions to hit Colin with if they ever got some alone time.
    Assuring Colin she could now stand on her own, she noticed Robert had moved to talk to Quinn, who once again looked human.
    “Hey,” she spoke softly hoping the other men wouldn’t hear. “How come he shifts and still has clothes on?”
    “Dragons are magic. They’re not of the earth plane, they’re Fae creatures,” Colin said.
    That bit of information made her more curious about the inhabitants of Faery, but now was not the time as