I am so excited to be a part of the She-Shifters anthology along with such an amazing group of authors. I have to admit, when I saw the call I wasn’t sure I could do it. I mean, there were going to be a bunch of amazing panther, werewolf and other shifter stories that would be submitted. I wanted to try and do something a bit different.
Of course I came back to one of my old favourites—dragons.
There is something seductive about the idea of the maiden being offered up as a sacrifice to the dragon in the mountains. Does anyone remember the movie Dragonslayer from the early 80s?I remember watching it and thinking it was the coolest movie EVER. Hey, I was a kid when this came out!
The image that stuck with me was the girl chained to the post waiting for the dragon. What would it be like to be that girl? What would it be like if she wanted the dragon to take her?
What if the dragon was a very pissed off shifter with Domme tenancies?
Scorched Retribution is the result. 🙂
Quinn had sent three refills to Caity over the next two and a half hours as the bar patrons slowly filtered out into the warm summer night back to their homes and their beds. The alcoholic buzz did little to dull Caity’s anticipation of upcoming events, nor was it enough to completely relax the tension from her body.
She listened to Quinn joke and tease the staff as they cleaned up the bar. It should have been odd that no one approached her, encouraging her to leave. Then again, she wasn’t looking at them, her gaze fixed on the table, and couldn’t have seen anything Quinn was doing to deter them.
It took her a few minutes to realize the last of the staff had gone and she was finally alone with the woman she’d been unable to escape. Quinn—the woman she couldn’t be without.
The soft thuds of footsteps caught her attention. Caity shifted her gaze enough to see Quinn standing by the back door.
“I know it’s been a while for you.” Quinn’s voice sounded rough, deeper than it had when the others were present. “But I have rules. You’ve broken far more than I could possibly count.”
There was no point in apologizing. Quinn wouldn’t believe it and for the most part, Caity wasn’t sorry for leaving. She’d had to get out, away from the village and everything that it represented. She’d needed time to get her head around what her life was becoming. Then she’d needed time to accept her role.
Words were meaningless. Actions, however…
Her legs only shook a little as she got to her feet and walked meekly over to Quinn. Not once did she look up, scared to see the expression on the other woman’s face. Caity paused only long enough to open the door to the back, before making her way through the store room and out into the backyard.
The moon was out, illuminating the trees and casting long shadows across the yard. Caity was relieved to see things hadn’t changed with the passage of time, and easily found the path that lead to the clearing.
She didn’t need to see Quinn to know the other woman was following at a distance. Caity pulled her shirt off, letting it drop on the path as she continued on. The air was cool and her nipples hardened instantly on exposure. Her bra fell next and the breeze rolled across her skin, eliciting a shiver.
The path emptied out into a clearing. The rock circle stood much as it had when she’d turned eighteen and had been here the first time. The wooden stake in the middle still held the long chains, silver cuffs dangling from the tips. Yanking on the button to her jeans, Caity kicked off her sneakers and carefully walked barefoot to the circle.
She had to be naked. She had to be submissive. Most importantly, she had to be willing.
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I’ll give away one e-copy of my book Dom For Sale to one randomly selected commenter who can answer the following questions.
What year did Dragonslayer release?
Who played the dragonslayer?
Winner will be announced tomorrow in the comments.