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“I bet,” Natasha stated with a grunt. “You’re a very beautiful woman. I bet he feels lucky.”

Nathair’s answering purr gave away how he felt exactly just that. His purr sputtered, only for a quiet hiss to rattle from him.

Like a bolt of lightning, he disappeared from her side.

A few screams came from the crowd when Nathair lifted a man by the throat and held him above his serpent skull. He gave the man a menacing snarl with his orbs crimson.

Linh’s eyes widened when he was so irritated his fins flared to their ends. She had to admit, the back one flaring into over three feet in length was frightful.

“What the fuck?” Natasha yelled, turning to him as she removed her baton.

Linh put her arm out. “Don’t,” she warned.

She walked to the middle of the parted crowd to be at Nathair’s side. She wouldn’t ask him to stop, since she’d rather defend his actions as she looked up at the kicking brute.

Her lips pursed as she gave him a glare.

“Nathair is very particular. He doesn’t mind people being offensive towards him, but he will not stand it if someone speaks badly of me.”

“Brutus, you idiot,” Natasha cursed, slamming her baton away. “You said something stupid again, didn’t you? Of course the Duskwalker can hear your whispering!”

Now that his warning had been given, Nathair gently placed the man on his feet. He crumbled and looked as though he was moments from wetting himself.

Nathair turned to Linh and, with jarring movements, signed, “I want to leave. Now.” He dipped his skull towards Natasha, and Linh noticed how much his fingers shook with controlled rage. “Before I change my mind about assisting these people.”

Seeing she now had an infuriated Duskwalker, Linh ushered them out of the village before someone else could get under his scales.

She squealed in surprise when he suddenly picked her up. He darted into the forest, up a hill, and then down it, trying to put as much space between them and Duneside as fast as he could.

When they were far enough away that not even Nathair could hear the villagers, he halted. He balled his tail around them, settled them on top of his folds, and hugged her tightly. Burying his snout into the crook of her neck, he produced a quiet growl, which grew with each twisting nuzzle of his head.

She could tell the big guy was trying to pacify his own anger and was failing miserably.

“It was that bad, huh?” she cooed, petting his skull in hopes of soothing him.

Linh was aware some people called her a freak. Many couldn’t swallow that she’d married a Duskwalker, and even less so that she’d physically mated with him. Some people from her village had left, stating they couldn’t stand to live near such abhorrent behaviour.

They stated it was wrong, disgusting, and an affront to nature.

It hurt at first, but Nathair was always sweet and affectionate. He eased her heart by holding her like she was the most exquisite thing in the world. He made her feel special, and his love was intense.

It was enough to make her not mind their hatefulness when the love she received outweighed it. Plus, the important people in her life accepted it, and that’s all that mattered.

Although Dad did get a bit pale when I told him I was pregnant.He’d been whining about grandkids since the moment she became an adult, and she rubbed that in his face when he’d behaved strangely about it. He admitted he thought part of her trauma meant that she’d chosen a partner she couldn’t be physically compatible with, without knowing it was entirely the opposite.

Well,hadbeen the opposite, until recently.

For the past week, Nathair wouldn’t have sex with her, and she was starting to get really fucking mad at him over it.

Even if she managed to turn him on by giving him all the kisses and touches she knew he craved, the big Duskwalker wouldn’t put his cocks in her. For some reason, being pregnant was making her body crazed for it, and the constant denial was crushing her heart and ego.

Linh was trying to be patient, but she missed being intimate with him.

“What did he say?” Linh asked out of curiosity, since Nathair was being needier than normal.

If he nuzzled her any harder, he’d start grinding her skin off.

“I don’t wish to say,” he signed, before palming the side of her stomach. He caressed it.