Torrent understood that she had been misled. He got it. This situation was as fucked up as they came. He picked up his stride but stopped outside her door. Shit! He was still hard. The human thought the worst of him. He needed to convince her otherwise. It would be impossible with a hard-on—the size of a large battering ram—in his pants.

He was tempted to find one of the few available dragon shifter females to slake his need. It had been far too long since he was with a female. Nah, he was here, might as well get this over with. Hopefully she would be willing once he explained things. Hopefully she would come into heat soon. This line of thought was not helping his painfully hard situation.

Torrent pictured his grandmother’s kind face. The way the corner of her eyes wrinkled when she smiled. The way she scolded him for bringing back an unconscious female. His grandmother had scolded him even more for snarling at everyone to stay away from her. They had all assumed that his protective skills were in overdrive, and strangely enough that was true. Which was warranted, but moreover, he didn’t want anyone getting close enough to scent her properly.

Fuck!

When he looked down, his dick was at half mast. It was working. He thought of the worst day of his life. The day his father died. His dick shriveled like a sea cucumber in the sun.

Torrent knocked twice.

“Come in,” she called. Candy. Her voice was bright and sunny. He liked hearing it.

Torrent walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. What was she doing?

Whatever it was, he needed her to stop doing it and right fucking now. She was bent over, her feet slightly parted. She touched the ground with her finger tips, then came up a bit and then reached back down.

She was wearing tight black pants that molded her ass. Torrent suppressed a groan. Her butt wasn’t plump. Not at all. It was small. Two tiny orbs. It was tight as fuck. Seeing that she had such a small ass wasn’t a shock. He had carried her back to his lair yesterday. The female weighed nothing. What he hadn’t expected, was to like such a small ass, but he did. Dammit, he liked it a whole hell of a lot.

His dick paid attention as well. Think about other things, thing about other things.

She was talking. “What excuse did the jerk give this time? Why isn’t he here?” An exasperated sigh as she continued to bop up and down… up and down... Torrent was forced to turn away.

“I’m fine. One hundred percent. I mean look at me…” He could hear that she was still doing her ridiculous movements. He didn’t have to look to know that she was fine indeed. Do not look!

Think of other things.