Page 9 of Claim Me

One badass mate is what she'd be. And he was the lucky son of a dragon who was fated to be with her.

Even with her powers, she was still vulnerable, and he had to protect her as best as he could. Mac pushed his way forward through the oncoming horde with a blast of his fire, putting himself at the tip of a triangle of fighters. Here he could defend his mate and let her kick some ass too. He was all for a ferocious woman saving his butt, until the damn bastard wyrms started coming at them in numbers like he'd never seen.

A huge wave of demons burst out of the shadows. They piled up on top of each other until they towered over him, spitting their fireballs and squawking like a gaggle of demon-possessed geese. He shot blast after blast of flames, but they just kept coming. Several of them jumped out at him, reaching for his throat with their grimy claws.

Shit. They were after his soul shard.

The wave of wyrms piled on top of him, and he was buried under their sheer mass.

“Mac, Uncle Jonas, no,” Nataly screamed out their names and it gave Mac the power to fight harder to get out from under the onslaught.

He heard several more shots and then a whole string of curses. “Argh, where's a high-capacity AR-15 with extra clips when you need one?”

Mac got his head free just long enough to see his fiery badass throw her empty weapons at the nearest wyrms, cracking them on the head but not doing enough damage to stop them from advancing on her. He roared but got a mouthful of wyrm ass for his trouble as ten of them jumped down on his head.

Tasers, Nat. One on my belt. Jonas's voice was cracked and strained, and he was definitely taking a beating as well.

What the hell kind of help would a taser be when every wyrm from the underworld was in this fucking park?

He shouldn't have underestimated his witch.

Lightning shot through the ten demons sitting on his head, and they exploded into a disgusting gooey mess. When Mac blinked his eyes, there was Nataly, flat on her ass, but with taser outstretched, lines of fire and electricity blasting forth. The burst of power must have knocked her down, but she didn't look fazed in the least.

In fact, she was laughing. “Burn in hell you weird bat ostrich demon bastards.”

She shot a second taser at the ones surrounding Uncle Jonas and went somersaulting backward from the blast. She landed upright though and kept the electricity arcing through the night sky, burning every wyrm in her path until there were only a handful of the little beasties left.

What a woman. His mate was a goddamned goddess of fire.

Mac hadn't ever been with such a fierce human before. He hadn't expected his own mate to eviscerate more demons than he had. At this point he wasn't even sure she needed him to be her protector. What the hell else was he good for if he couldn’t fulfill that role? The fire inside of him roiled in his belly. The beast side of him did not like the thought that he couldn't do right by his mate.

He sure as shit could use another dragon around who'd found his soulmate to learn how to deal with this kind of situation. But only one other Red Dragon Warrior had found his mate, and he was clear on the other side of the country. Even so, Mac relished getting to introduce his luscious beauty to his Wyvern and Second.

That is if they survived the next five minutes. He should probably help his badass beauty beat the demons back into hell. Now that she'd turned the majority of them into piles of goo, he should be able to finish them off with one good blast of dragon fire.

He sucked in a deep breath, preparing to blast the remaining wyrms, and found himself inhaling something so vile that he choked on his own spit. What the hell new weapon from hell did these wyrms have?

“Take that, you little assholes.” Nataly was standing less than a meter from a particularly big demon wyrm and spraying it in the face with some little canister.

The wyrm sneezed.

“Uh-oh. Note to self, bat ostrich things from hell don't have a problem with pepper spray.” She shook the can and squirted the toxic mist at the demon's eye.

In a second the beast was going to realize her efforts weren't harmful to him and attack. Thank the First Dragon these things were dumb as rocks. Love, light your smelly stuff with your fire.

The wyrm shook its head and screeched, calling its remaining brethren to him. It took a step forward, the others right behind him.

“Shit, what? I don't know how.” Nat backed up, and for the first time tonight, she had fear in her eyes.

Help her find her powers, you dumb dragon douchecanoe. Jonas flew through the air at the phalanx of demons, taking the one in front down and ripping it to shreds.

Right. Maybe Mac was good for something after all. The fire is inside of you, in your very soul. It wants to obey your commands. Feel it rising, tell it what you want it to do.

Nataly screwed up her face, put one hand over her belly, and Mac could feel the pull on the element. She was so strong, stronger than she even knew.

“Oh, I feel something coming up.” Nataly stared at the demon in front of her and opened her mouth, as if she were going to breathe fire herself. She put her head down and let out the loudest burp Mac had ever heard from a human.

Mo chridhe, you aren't a dragon, you can't breathe fire. Witches manifest their elements.