Bridget was shaking, but she took a breath. She didn’t know how much of this she could handle.
You can take it. You were made for me,he whispered like dark silk in her mind.Everything about you is made for me. Perfect, perfect Bridget.
Bas lowered himself on her, and she sank the rest of the way into the bed. He had her hips lifted just enough to be able to keep moving in her, so slow, so deep. It was more intimate than she had ever felt, not rushed or desperate.Claiming me.
Yes, love, claiming you. Bas brushed the hair away from her neck and kissed his way over it and her shoulder.
Bridget whimpered as he hit something inside of her that nothing and no one had ever touched before, and her body locked up and released in another orgasm that she couldn’t hold in.
Fuck, how much more could she take? Bas kissed over her shoulder again, and she was still coming when he sank his teeth into her. Bridget cried out, and Bas’s cock jerked inside of her as he filled her. She caught the backlash of his orgasm in her mind.
“Bas...I can’t...” she sobbed.
He leaned in to kiss her and then paused. He groaned and slipped out of her.
“Bas? What’s wrong?” she asked. He growled out an inhuman sound and moved back from her. “Bas!”
“Bridget... Something is... Oh gods, it’s coming out of me,” he said. She turned to help him, but his eyes were glowing, and his hands had come up to his face. Claws sprang free from his fingers.
“Oh god. Oh god. I’ll... I’ll get help,” she said.
Bas sobbed and clawed at his chest, his skin tearing under his claws.
Bridget leaped out of bed and grabbed his shirt and boxers from the floor. She threw them on with jerky movements. “Bas. You’ll be okay. We’ll find your brothers.”
“Hurry,” he moaned.
“Come on, let me give you a hand.” She slung his arm around her shoulders and helped him walk awkwardly out of the bedroom.
“I can’t move. Hurts. Oh gods, fucking hurts,” Bas slumped to the carpet on all fours and roared loud enough that the pictures on the walls shook.
“I’ll be back. I’ll get help,” Bridget stammered and ran down the stairs to the central part of the house. She shouted as loud as she could, “I need a fucking Greatdrakes, now!”
Valentine stumbled out through a door. “What the fuck was that roar? What… Where is he, Bridget?” he demanded.
“Upstairs. He collapsed. I think he’s shifting. I don’t know... I can’t...” she tried to explain.
Valentine ran up the stairs, and she followed him as fast as she could.
Valentine slid to a stop when he reached Bas. He was curled in a ball, a line of blue scales poking through his back.
“Fuck. We need to get him outside. If he shifts, he will destroy the whole goddamn house,” Valentine said. He pulled out his phone and hit a contact number before shoving the phone at her. “Tell him he needs to comenow.” Valentine leaned down and lifted his brother up and onto his shoulder.
Bridget fumbled with the phone and got it to her ear just as a deep voice answered. “Val, why the fuck are you calling so late?”
“Um. Not Val. This is Bridget. Val is carrying Bas outside because he’s starting to shift. He’s got claws and scales, and he’s in lots of pain, and I don’t know what to do,” she said, panicked tears falling down her face.
“I will be there soon. Keep him calm,” the voice said, and the phone went dead.
Bridget stumbled back down the stairs, hanging onto the banister for support, and followed Valentine. She really hoped whoever she just talked to got there in time.
29
Bridget followed Valentine and Bas out into the darkness of the garden. It was cool outside, but she hardly noticed. Valentine put Bas down on a sun lounge and checked his eyes and pulse.
“What happened to bring this on?” he asked.
Bridget went red. “We were having sex.”
