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Griall must find the woman who can release him from his curse before he becomes a Death Beast like his father. Even if the man inside him craves the Dragon Slayers touch, he knows she must destroy the beast who shares his skin before its too late.MoreGriall must find the woman who can release him from his curse before he becomes a Death Beast like his father. Even if the man inside him craves the Dragon Slayers touch, he knows she must destroy the beast who shares his skin before its too late.A Slayers PrideXara cannot escape the lie upon which her life is built. A Slayer who has never fought a dragon, shell never feel feel strong enough to be the one Griall seeks. Surely, a Slayer wouldnt allow herself to love a beast Xara must find a Slayers power to kill this dragon before his curse destroys them both.Excerpt:She couldnt breathe with his hands on her, couldnt think with him this close. A dragon. An enemy. Her body did not care.Dont touch me.He gave her a mocking, lethal smile. What will you do to make me stop?She plowed her fist into his face, heard the crack of bone. Watched as that sensual mouth bled, those light eyes narrowed. Surely hed shift into the dragon now. His scales, his teeth would cool the lust inside her belly.She willed him to turn into the beast. Lifted a fist again. Froze mid-swing when he pulled her toward him, tumbling them both onto the grass. She rolled on top of him, struggling to push his arms over his head. The fire in her belly flared as she cradled him between her thighs, the heat of his arousal hot and urgent against her.She arched toward him, as forbidden pleasure coiled. While her head screamed stop, arousal bloomed inside her as she struggled, pushing herself into him, wanting more, needing more contact.Her hands were now above her head, his heat fueling the tension gripping every muscle. Watching her eyes, Griall took his weight off her, eased to the side, claimed both her wrists in one large fist while she struggled to breathe, to calm, to think.Slowly, his free hand traveled up, those clever fingers brushing over her lips, tracing a dark path over her neck.She should have stopped him. She did not.Slow, as if allowing her time to push at him, Griall slid a fingertip between her breasts, over her belly. The heat of him burned through her clothes, the need inside her tense and hot and spinning. His gaze locked with hers, Griall cupped her breast.Her nipple pebbled under his hand. Her breath lodged in her throat.Look at me.She only shook her head.Xara.She jerked open her eyes to find him a breath from her mouth, his jaw clenched, his lips firm. Slowly, sensually, he slid his palm down, over her quivering belly to find her womans flesh and press against her, his touch searing her skin through layers of clothing.She didnt understand, didnt think with gasps raking her body. He wouldnt let her look away as he ground his palm against her aching heat, coiling her arousal tighter. When her climax speared her, Griall held her close while she shuddered in his arms.