The big guy frowned. He looked pissed, no, he looked thoughtful, no, definitely pissed. “I won’t fit?” he muttered. Then he turned those dark eyes on her and her mouth dried up. “My cock is bigger than a human male, much bigger, but I would definitely fit. It would be tight but it would work. Of that there is no doubt.” He cleared his throat. “Very little doubt.” He didn’t sound so sure anymore.

Her mouth fell open for the second time. She couldn’t seem to close it or to make her mind work. He hadn’t just said that. No way!

His smile widened. Shit, it transformed his face. He didn’t look nearly as vicious or savage. He was still a savage though, a total barbarian, she reminded herself.

“Um…” She made a squeaking noise because her throat was tight. “Even if you did manage to shove it in there”—she cleared her throat— “you would rip me to pieces. We don’t have your healing capabilities. That horrible bully dragon woman mentioned that you guys heal quickly. She also made it very clear that we would probably not survive sex with big guys like you and I’m inclined to believe her.” Some of the things that Scarlet had said were bullshit while others had been completely true. The whole rip you apart during sex thing, had to be true. Look at him. His sheer size. The fact that he was an animal.

His eyes darkened, his jaw tightened. “Scarlet,” he growled. It was menacing, fear inducing. “So she told all of you that you would not survive being rutted by a dragon shifter?”

Julie nodded. “You’re way bigger than me and you just admitted that your… man part, is much bigger than a human’s so…”

Coal threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sorry.” He held his hand up. “I’m really sorry, this isn’t funny. I’m actually really angry.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” she muttered.

“We have two unmated females on Fire territory. You met them both, Scarlet and Ash. The males, just within our territory, are over two hundred strong. Most of them virile males in their prime. We allow groups of them to head into various towns scattered across the country. It’s called a stag run and it happens twice a year.”

“A stag run?” She tried not to laugh. “Seriously? As in, you guys hook-up with human women. Am I understanding this correctly?”

Coal nodded. “There is no other choice. Our males have basic needs. The males are discrete. We do not divulge what we are and are very clear that it is rutting only. No relationship or future. Just sex. We do not force ourselves on anyone.” He practically growled and she held back a squeal. He could be vicious looking when he wanted to be. Then his face lost its severity and she could breathe again.