Mated To The Alpha Dragon (A BBW Paranormal Romance) by Rachel Red Page A

fire, and all the other dragons did the same, though none of them was able to breathe flames that traveled as far as Victor's did. If I didn't know him, if he weren't my own husband, the sight of him would have been absolutely terrifying.
                Julia made a low whistle, still peering out the window. "I'm not trying to be shallow in the midst of a pretty serious situation, but my God... how they shift into dragons like that... that's so hot, isn't it?"
                I couldn't help but giggle. "Yeah. It is."
                She glanced at me, giggling herself, but then looked at me again, her expression sobering. "Not trying to be shallow again, but your cheeks are really pink today. Exactly the same way mine get the day after Sam and I have been up very, very, very late if you get me. Did you and Victor...."
                My face suddenly became hot, and I was sure my cheeks were getting even pinker.
                I fought a grin. "Yeah. Like, over, and over, and over. And it was...." I exhaled in a fluttery rush. "I don't even know if incredible is even the right word. Maybe absolutely mind-blowing beyond my wildest fantasies would be a better way to describe it."
                Julia smiled, her big brown eyes twinkling. "I'm so happy for you. And just wait until tonight. Post-fight lovemaking is just... the best. Some of the other wives and I think it makes the men just... even more primal or something. Wilder."
                The thought of Victor even more primal than he'd been the previous night made me exhale another fluttery little breath. I didn't have long to think about that scenario, though. Within moments, we heard a bizarre, screechy sort of shrieking and peered out the window again. Dark shapes that I knew must be the Oppressors were descending from puffy white clouds over Victor and the Keepers.
                Julia shuddered. "Yeah, they shriek like that. Isn't it terrible? I hate that sound. Alexander, their leader, is the loudest. If you see an Oppressor that has kind of a greenish halo sort of thing around him, that's him. He glows green when he fights."
                At that very moment, I spotted him descending from the sky. But he wasn't heading straight for Victor and the other dragons, like the other Oppressors were. He zipped past, avoiding the whole scene.
                I swallowed. "He's kind of heading in the direction of the mountain door that leads to one of the hallways that leads to this hall."
                Julia didn't answer right away. "There's guards outside that door, though. They'll shift and protect us. And guards outside the hall doors, too, of course."
                Victor and the other several hundred dragons began battling the Oppressors, breathing fire and clawing at them. They obviously had their hands full. None of them even seemed to realize that Alexander had slipped past.
                I turned my face from the window and looked at Julia. "But maybe we should get down. And maybe I should get ready with the crossbow. Just in case."
                She turned from the window, a little pale. "I think you're right."
                We got down, and I cocked the crossbow, thanking my lucky stars that it was a rope-cocking type and not a manual-cocking type, which many human men weren't even strong enough to cock. Next, I loaded in an arrow and moved to stand nearly hidden behind a tall stone column maybe thirty feet or so from the hall doors. I lifted the bow onto my shoulder. All murmuring in the hall quieted.
                I stood silently watching the door, Julia close behind me, my stance fairly relaxed. I knew my crossbow skills most likely wouldn't be needed. But just in case, I moved the safety catch on the bow forward, turning it off. Just a split second before Alexander, the Oppressor leader, kicked open one of the