He planned this. He had Jewel bring me back knowing how devastated I would be and then he delayed his arrival because of some stupid professor. He is the most stupid, unfathomable idiot I’ve ever met. And, he’s my mate. My anger lowers from fury to rage, which is to say it lowers a millimeter. He actually starts whistling in my head when we cross into his realm. Enough of that. The power words flow softly from my lips and the energy pelts Ashrac’s tough scales.
“Hey,” he shouts into my mind. “What is this?”
I look at the color of his talons and it’s perfect. “They call it baby shit yellow. Get used to it.” This is the first time I’ve spoken since he threw me from the window.
The asshole laughs.
I’ll give him something else to laugh about at the first opportunity.
“Ah, oh,” he says when his castle is in sight. I can see where we are through his talons. He changes course to his lab.
Stupid, stupid move, dragon.
“We have company. You’re about to meet my parents.”
What? Oh hell no.
It’s too late. I roll from his talons after he lands and I jump to my feet. I’m only wearing Ashrac’s shirt, which I took with me when Jewel took me to the Earth crossing. My hair is a greasy mess and I stink. Goddess, do I stink.
His parents are nicely dressed in casual clothes. Ashrac lands and shifts before stepping in front of me. “Mother, Father,” he says.
His mother doesn’t look happy. Beautiful but very unhappy. “We just had a word with Jewel and I think there’s something you need to tell us.”
Ashrac looks at me with the exact expression you would expect when someone is scolded by their mother. Like I would help him.
He turns back when I offer no support. “Mother, Father, this is my mate, Flora of the Baby Shit Yellow Clan.”
His mother looks him up and down before turning her eyes to me. “I’m sure the color suits him from time to time, but please tell me you’ll turn him back eventually.”
“I’ll take your concern under advisement,” I reply, each word precise.
She steps forward and places her hand out with a soft smile. She tries to hide it but I notice the wrinkling of her nose. A slow death by boiling oil is awaiting Ashrac. I’ll light the fire that boils the oil with a smile. I place my hand out.
“I’m Acasia.” She gestures behind her. “This is Bastian. We’re very pleased to meet you. We just didn’t expect you after what Jewel told us.”
I drop her hand and interlock my fingers in front of me so maybe I won’t strangle her son in front of her. “I didn’t expect to be here either,” I reply honestly.
“Mother.”
We all turn to Ashrac.
“I’m in the middle of a kidnapping here and it would be better if we had this conversation another time. I haven’t gotten to the having my wicked way with her part yet.”
My elbow slips and lands directly in his ribs. My cheeks burn. Boiling oil’s too good for the ratfink.
His father steps closer, his expression filled with concern and more than a touch of anger. “Flora, I will take you back to Earth if you wish to return.”
A loud rumbling growl leaves Ashrac’s throat. “She is my mate, Father. No one will be taking her anywhere but me.”
Bastian’s eyebrows arch. I’m guessing Ashrac doesn’t usually speak to his parents this way. Decisions, decisions. Really there aren’t any. We’re mated, I love him, and hopefully someday I can say the words without wanting to kill him. And maybe someday he’ll grow to love me.
Ashrac turns fiery eyes on me. I would take a step back but he grabs my hand and glances back to his father. “She’s my mate and the first mating has taken place. When I kidnapped her the first time, I thought she had already agreed, but she hadn’t, so I had to send her back. If I told Jewel the truth, she wouldn’t have lied about it. Now I’ve kidnapped Flora the right way. She loves me and I love her. If you don’t mind,” Ashrac lifts me into his arms cradling me close to his bare chest, “we have unfinished business in bed.”
He’ll remain his current color for embarrassing me again in front of his parents. But, one word he said makes my heart swell. Love. “You love me?” I ask in wonder.
His baby shit yellow face goes soft and he leans in so our lips almost touch. “Of course I love you, my darling eagle.” His lips move the last inch separating us and my world tips back on its axis.
I part my lips and he deepens the kiss. I forget about his parents until his mother calls out, “We’ll be going now, but don’t think I won’t be back to get to know you better. I’ve always wanted a daughter. Just a warning, though, I will show up several times a week to remind you both to bathe.”
Ashrac doesn’t stop kissing me and it’s the only thing that keeps me from sinking to the floor in mortification. When we come up for air, his parents are gone.
“I’m sorry I worried you,” he whispers against my wet lips.
“You devastated me,” I tell him simply.
His forehead leans into mine. “Then I’m truly sorry. I’m easily distracted and my very old professor was insistent.”
I place my fingers over his lips. “Never again, dragonbreath, or I’ll turn you pink and drop turds on your head while you sleep. You need to stop talking and get on with the having your wicked way with me part or you won’t like the consequences.” His arms tighten around me and I realize we both smell bad. “Shower first,” I say.
“Deal,” he says, regardless of my finger across his lips. He bites the finger gently. “I like you wet.”
“Believe me, I’m wet,” I say with a husky laugh.
His low return laugh runs through my body. He flies me to his bedroom. His shower is a monstrosity and much bigger than the one in my room. He has my shirt off in seconds and he turns on the shower jets that pulse from every direction. He actually lifts me in his muscular arms and carries me into the shower.
The water feels so good but his arms feel better. He bends and releases me so my feet touch the tiled floor. I’ll need to ask him about how he’s managed hot water in his realm once I can think clearly. He lathers soap in his hands and washes me from my head to my toes. He pays extra attention to the special spots. I’m breathing hard when he hands me the soap to do the same for him.
I lather my hands in anticipation. Ever so slowly, he bends forward and I begin washing his hair. After it’s rinsed, my hands travel lower. I take my time to be sure I’ve washed every inch. I need to feel each part of my mate beneath my soapy fingers. My hands flow over the muscles and valleys of his body. His erection juts out beautifully and I wrap my fingers around him until he groans. Though I want to, I don’t stay there. I grab more soap because the water washes it way too quickly and I bend lower until I’m on my knees so I can wash his feet like he did mine. I lift my wet face and look up at him. His enormous erection bobs in front of me, and the look of worship on his face is almost my undoing. My lips are too close to resist. Not that I want to. I slowly slip my mouth around the head. He’s so wide I’m not sure if I can take more, but I plan to try. His fingers slide into my hair and he releases a low growl. I have all the power. I love it and I love making him groan.
He only gives me a minute before I’m snapped up, and then my back hits the wall. I tighten my arms around his neck and circle my legs around his waist. I squeeze his hips as his body aligns with mine. With one upward thrust, he impales me. I feel it all the way to my toes. The sizzling awareness of his dragon takes center stage and my eagle does the same. We don’t shift, but their power washes over us and combines. It’s enough to send me over the edge and we haven’t even begun. I cry out as pulsing waves of ecstasy fill me. He lifts me slightly and pulls me back down on him and groans. He goes wild after that and when he finally orgasms, I’m there with him again.
I’m prepared for the light this time and once again it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It swirls around us, feathering across every inch of our bodies. It’s hot
and tingly and at the same time sexual and comforting.
Minutes, hours, days later, we’re on the floor of the shower with my back to Ashrac’s chest and his arms curled around me while I sit in the V of his legs. I open my eyes slowly and glimpse over my shoulder. His head is back and his eyes closed. Even when he’s baby shit yellow, he’s gorgeous.
Everything is perfect in our world for all of two minutes. Then something strange happens. I inhale sharply as a stabbing pain hits my stomach. I don’t even realize I’ve cried out, when Ashrac’s hands tighten around me. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
Another pain hits and my stomach also turns nauseous. My entire body is tingling and it’s hard to get the words out but I finally manage.
“Oh hell,” Ashrac grumbles. He stands with me in his arms so fast another burst of nausea rolls through me.
“What are you doing?” I ask in obvious pain. He quickly carries me from the shower to the window of his bedroom that leads out to the balcony.
I’m holding his neck tightly. “Let go, Flora. There’s something I should have warned you about and I’m sorry I didn’t think of it.”
The pain grows worse and I’m afraid within seconds I’ll be crying like a baby. That’s when Ashrac tosses me over the side of the tower. The pain is so great it’s hard to even think much less say my power words. I manage, though, but nothing happens, and I continue falling. My eagle failed me for the first time in my life and I realize I’m going to die. It’s really okay because I can’t live with this pain.
Then it happens. Power wraps around me. It’s so overwhelming I can no longer breathe. This is what it’s like to die, I think as if I’m in a dream. The pain fades and another powerful burst of magic rolls through me. Then I explode into a million particles. I reform and mighty red wings keep me from hitting the ground. The power within me pulls the wings up. I still don’t feel right, which of course I shouldn’t. I’m fucking red. And, a dragon. I land unsteadily while trying to figure out what happened.
Ashrac lands beside me. “I forgot to mention that mating with me would turn you into a dragon,” he says cautiously into my mind.
My poor parents. They’ll never understand. “I will kill you,” I grind into his mind. “Losing my eagle should have been my choice. I would have done it, but it should have been my damn choice.”
His side bumps against mine. “You haven’t lost your eagle, or at least Sierra didn’t lose her wolf form. Give it a few minutes and try again.”
My large head slowly turns his way. “You’re serious?”
“Yes,” he says with a huge nod. His jaws open and the sides bend, displaying humongous teeth. I’m looking at a dragon smile.
I won’t lose my eagle. “Okay, dragonbreath, but you’re doomed to spend the rest of your life baby shit yellow. I, on the other hand, rather like my new red. Poor you.”
His head hangs down with the grin still in place. “Poor me,” he says in the saddest voice he can muster.
I say the words and pull in some of my power letting color overtake me. Ashrac’s rumbling laughter fills my head. I glance down at myself and now we match. Oh no, dragonbreath hasn’t earned the right to red but I’ll join him for a while.
“I love you, mate.” His words wrap around me and I pump my gangly wings and lift into the air.
“Then you better catch me,” I say with a laugh.
“Always.”
--§ § § §--
Jewel’s story will be out next year.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading my work. The dragons have been quite the adventure for me and I only planned on 4 books. Yeah, then the emails poured in and I had to come up with another idea. Writing purely humor is something I love and this is where the dragons fit my imagination. When blood and guts become too much, dragons and laughter win the day.
I must thank my faithful readers who joined the naming contest and came up with the name for the twins. Sharon DeBruin, Bethany Titus, and Gemma Broadhead you saved me in a crunch when all I could think about was finishing the book. My “???” holder for the eventual names was going to be there when I sent it off to the editor. Love you ladies and can’t even express how grateful I am for your continued support.
Peace, love, and hope,
D’Elen
And the story truly begins with...
Dragons Don’t Cry (free)
A dragon shifter, a curse, and a woman with attitude.
One pint sized human female who’s had too much to drink, not enough sleep, and absolutely no patience meets one stubborn dragon shifter with a chip on his shoulder.
Bastian claims Acasia, his unwilling bride, after she spends the night carousing with friends. She’s not happy, he’s pissed off, and with a curse from a goddess thrown in, you’ll see Bastian breathe fire.
Add secrets, treasure, and unimaginable heartbreak for an emotionally humorous read and discover why Dragons Don’t Cry.
Dragons Don’t Love
It’s finally the day of claiming. A dragon charges in breathing fire and leaves with an unwilling captive as his new bride. Roxanne, one of the brides he will chose from, wants nothing to do with the tradition that has gone on for thousands of years. From an early age she’s had one goal...
Kill the dragon.
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It’s a match made in… well… you need to read to find out.
Dragons Don’t Forgive
A very special virgin bride is needed to break the curse placed on the dragons.
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Tahr, the silver dragon is the last to mate.
He descends from the mighty line of royal silver dragons. His uncle Drakon’s actions caused the curse that has been the center of pain and suffering for the remaining dragons for thousands of years.
Pepper, is a mute human brought to the dragon realm as a child. Tahr’s previous bride befriended Pepper and taught her many things that most human servants in the dragon realm never experience.
Pepper has a dream. She wants nothing more than to be a dragon—craves it desperately. When she’s caught sneaking into Tahr’s bed chamber and placing her hand on his chest, the consequences are deadly.
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