Insufferable.He kidnaps me, brings me here, and deserts me. It doesn't help that he's too good looking for his own good. Okay, I'll admit he's more than good looking, but a man cannot survive on looks alone, and it will do him no good when it comes to winning me.I grab the sword I found yesterday and work it in my hand for a moment to warm up my wrist. I doubt my dragon will appreciate landing on his knees with a knot in his throat that won't go away completely for a few days. He's lucky I pulled the punch.I don't have long to wait, and I'm in my fighting stance when he storms into the room with a roar. Man, does he have a set of lungs when he can breathe.Flick, flick. I twist my wrist again ready to strike.He stops and drills me with eyes filled with perplexity. "That's my sword.""Mine now," I answer with seeming boredom."Give it back."I lift my arm to an en garde position ready to remove his head. And such a gorgeous head it is. His hair may be dirty but it's lovely.
Taking time out to make the female happy ruined my schedule. She's a strange one with her ridiculous glasses and choice of clothing. Her lack of fear impresses me, though. Is she mate material? I don't know. I'll see how she cooks and if she can manage to stay out of my way for the next few days while I work. My brain is filled with all the things I should be doing to prove my hypothesis.I'm in the process of creating a circuit on a new mini board I hope will stand up to the electromagnetic bursts that keep the dragon realms from complex machinery, when she walks in. She's in the same dumpy clothes as earlier with her hair in that ridiculous bun that must hurt her head. And of course the glasses that make her look ridiculous. She might actually be semi-passable without them. The glass is so dense it makes her eyes look like an owl's and not in an attractive way. There are also food stains on the front of her shirt, which are unappetizing. She's not very good at being female so that's
Go fetch.See to it.He's insane, and if he values the tiny little appendage between his legs, he'll rethink keeping me here. So the hot peppers backfired. My next plan won't. Now I just need to come up with another plan."Who are you?" a female voice asks from behind me. I turn and my mouth drops open. Before me is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Her facial features are those of a pixy. Tiny nose, high cheekbones, and a mountain of braided hair so blonde it's almost white. She has it in some kind of arrangement that wraps around her head and trails down over her shoulders. The woman doesn't appear happy to see me if her tight lips are anything to judge by. Her stance makes a statement too-her legs are equally apart and in perfect balance for a fight. Every inch of her is toned and sculpted. Even her breasts are the perfect size-not too big not too small. She's naked, so believe me I get the full effect of her beauty. Whoever she is, irritation is evident in her expression.
This is the red dragon realm and no poop-laden bird has a right to call it home without my full agreement. Since Jewel asked about the eagle, I can take her off my culprit list of who brought the damn thing through the realm crossing.I spot him in the distance and put on a burst of speed. He flies into dense trees and I follow. Of course the area is entirely too small for a dragon and I end up taking down branches and smaller trees. I land and try to catch sight of feather farts. The glob of poo that lands on my shoulder is going too far. I've never eaten an eagle, but there's a first time for everything.I attempt to lift off and a strange wave of energy hits me. I wobble for a step or two before it passes and I'm able to take off. Very strange. I streak out of the dark forest, looping higher into the air when I catch sight of my right wing. I pull it in and start barreling toward the ground as an ear-splitting shriek leaves my massive jaws.What the fuck?My beautiful wing, or w
Jewel's and Pepper's laughter is not helping the situation. They've gone from gasping for air to hugging each other and falling to the floor just like the woman back at my castle. I don't see how death by brittlemortis and being green causes this reaction. They should display dignified horror and loads of sympathy.Jewel looks up at me from the floor, wiping her eyes, and still chuckling. "You... you've been had," she lets loose again. Pepper is doing no better."What the hell?" I hear from behind me. "You're giving frogs a bad name, Ashrac. What the hell happened?"I glance toward the door where Tahr stands with his hands braced on his hips. "I'm dying of brittlemortis and your wife and daughter seem to find it hysterical. I will never find the solution for our electricity problem now. They'll bury me in a cold dark grave and all my knowledge will go down with me."Even Tahr looks surprised when the women's laughter takes them back to the floor. I shrug at the absurdity of dying w
I haven't provided any and maybe that's what this woman is upset about. Interesting. I'll have to think more on it. Without the glasses, she's passably pretty. Maybe if I could see her entire body, she would be a lot more interesting.Bowls hit the small side table off the kitchen. Eating in this room should be done by servants, which I don't have, so I guess I can lower myself to eating in the kitchen as long as the woman will be here too. Flora, that's her name. She might like it if I called her by her name."Flora," I say louder than I intended to. She jumps and turns in my direction. "Does it bother you if I eat like this?" I make a motion with my hands to show her I mean my naked body. Her eyes go straight to my big green appendage that isn't at its most attractive at the moment even with its great size. She keeps staring until I startle her again. "You like it?"Her eyes snap to mine and her face goes from yellow to red in mere seconds. "It's, um, very nice as far as green pen
He's consuming me-his mouth, his touch, his very presence. The world around us stops revolving, or at least it feels that way. It's as if I've been waiting for his lips my entire life. They're firm where mine are soft. I consume right back. He plays with my mouth and I realize he understands the finer finesse of kissing. Who would have guessed that an egotistical megalomaniac would take the time to learn to kiss a woman properly? He explores my lips like they're an exotic treasure. When he bites my bottom lip, I open for him and he accepts my invitation. His tongue twirls and parries with mine. His head moves slightly and he pulls me closer to deepen the kiss. I swear my brain rolls out of my head, across the floor, and out the door.There's something else going on too. His incredible body, which is now fully pressed against mine, burns a trail of fire everywhere we touch. My hands go to his forearms and they're as big as my thighs but not soft at all. He's pure corded muscle with ama
She's been hiding from me. Now that I've seen her eyes I know there's more. Taking her to the lake to bathe is the only way I can think to see her naked body and decide for myself if she's worthy of mating a red dragon. I catch sight of myself in the lake as we fly over; Flora is riding in the saddle. Maybe the green will wash off.She's right about bathing, though. I do smell. I would say it's not a normal condition, but when I'm engrossed in a project, I forget about everything, including food and especially bathing. My mother still smacks me upside the head when she visits and I'm filthy. She also feeds me.Flora has no fear of being on my back. She's an eagle and I'm still flummoxed that I didn't know she was a shifter. I sensed her magic from the beginning but there are so many kinds. From precognition to witchcraft to vampires and weres it just never occurred to me that she could shift. Our children would be double shifters and could choose which form to take. Not that they wou