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Unsure what to make out of all that, she was about to ask when he stepped out of his jeans. All coherent thought left her brain because—holy jingle balls—the guy went commando.
“Eeek!” she squeaked and slammed her hand back over her face.
“I don’t mind if you look at me, Carolina. In fact, I like it when you do,” he confessed.
Carolina was speechless. Her mouth was so damn dry, she could not utter a word. She must not have heard him correctly. Avoiding his body, she looked up and met that crazy, sexy, golden stare. Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, her nipples tightened, and her panties grew wet from the sheer intensity of the lust she saw written all over his chiseled features.
“I, uh, I mean,” she stuttered, and cleared her throat. “So, does it hurt when you shift?” she asked, changing the subject.
“No. It’s very fluid. Just watch—”
“Wait!”
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“No, it’s just I don’t know what to expect. What exactly are you, Jasper?”
“I’m a Wyvern, baby.”
Jasper’s grin was contagious. He was so sexy and cocky, like he knew he was about to blow her mind. She couldn’t help but smile back at him, even though she wasn’t exactly sure what a Wyvern was.
The air around Jasper seemed to glitter and hum with magical energy, snowflakes swirled around him in tiny little zephyrs.
Caro sucked in a sharp breath. Holy fucking shit. What was happening? Sure, she’d seen Jennifer shift a few times, but it was nothing like this.
Jasper’s muscled body seemed to stretch and grow a hundred times over, maybe more, right before her very eyes. His skin changed from that smooth, lovely tan to a beautiful buttery yellow color, then darker on his back and legs.
Diamond-shaped scales grew along his limbs as they elongated to impossible sizes, adding black and gray to his golden yellow coloring. His legs grew thick and long, ending in sharp, deadly claws. A huge, spiked tail whipped to and fro behind him.
Carolina could not believe her eyes. Jasper the man was no longer there. In his place was something else. Something fantastic.
She covered her mouth as his arms elongated, each unfolding to reveal huge, leathery membranes that ended in savage looking claws.
Wings!He has wings!
Carolina’s eyes ate up every single inch of him. She noticed he was staring at her with those same golden eyes of his, although his face was different.
“You’re a Dragon!” she said, and he snorted a dark cloud of smoke at her, obviously offended. “I meant aWyvern, of course. A far more superior creature than any stinky old Dragon,” she added and giggled when the enormous creature preened.
That made him happy, she realized, as another lighter puff of smoke escaped his nostrils. Her heart was pounding, and she clapped her hands in front of her like almost every child in the world would do the very next morning after Santa delivered his gifts.
She laughed happily and realized she hadn’t felt this giddy since, well, ever. He was beautiful and magical. And totally fucking enormous. Bigger than three elephants standing side by side.
His powerful legs were the size of her car, and before she knew it, he was crouching down before shoving off, unfurling his wings, and taking to the skies like a rocket.
Carolina pulled on the hunk of the clay from the package he’d brought, and immediately her hands worked it between her fingers while Jasper soared overhead and did loop-de-loops for her amusement.
Show off, she snorted and grinned so wide she thought her head would split in half.
Carolina hardly took her eyes off of him. A Wyvern! She thought, brain working overtime and heart soaring with joy. A creature of fantasy and magic, and her brain was teeming with questions.
By the time he landed, she had a rough, but perfectly scaled model of him.
“Hold that pose,” she instructed, and he did, amazingly enough.
She needed to get the proportions of his wing to hind legs correct. Her brain was moving faster than her hands could, but Caroline knew she was going to make another grander sculpture of her Wyvern protector.
The idea was there now, firmly imbedded in her skull, and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to. And she didn’t want to.
