Mated to the Stegosaurus

He was terrified his size would break me.

I'm Lily Chen. Thirty. Botanist. I was checking orchid placements on a steep, root-choked slope when the ground opened and dropped me into moss and vines that glowed faintly at the tips. Light field shorts and a tied shirt were already torn from the fall. Long hair tangled with leaves. Soft waist. The kind of build his hands could wrap completely.

Thorn is eight feet of careful muscle even half-shifted. A double row of crimson plates runs down his spine, the edges sharp. In full shift those plates become living shields and his spiked ...