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“I’m self-employed,” Day huffs.
“I’m his boss,” Legend stage-whispers.
That’s the cue for Day to grab Legend. They start play fighting. Or possibly really fighting. I’m no roughhousing expert. I jump into the melee and they wrestle me in a way that makes my insides turn upside down. After a few minutes I drag them on toward our destination, impatient for more. Day selects a shady spot under some trees. There’s a little outdoor gym here, some bars for pull ups and so on. There’s no one in sight, like they promised. Day takes his rucksack off his back. They’ve told me that shifters are immune to STIs, so that’s one less thing to worry about. All I have to do is let go and enjoy myself. And hope I’ll be able to shift.
“So, little dragon,” Day says. “Are we ready?”
I nod, my mouth going dry. This is it.
“What exactly are you guys going to do to me?”
“Whatever you want,” Legend says.
“I brought a whole bunch of stuff,” Day says, kicking at his rucksack excitedly. “Tell us your deepest fantasies. Don’t be shy.”
“We’re unshockable,” Legend says.
“Really?”
“Really. Once you’ve lived for three hundred years, you will be too.”
Wow. They look good for three hundred.
“But you’re still young, right?” I say.
“Oh yeah. We’re young.” Day runs his thumb over my cheekbone and smiles. “Just not as young as you, baby dragon.”
Does this mean I have a lifespan of hundreds of years to look forward to? It’s hard to take in. Right now I’m only thinking about the immediate future. The guys are staring at me, waiting for my next words. My deepest fantasies…
My toes curl inside my sneakers.
“Tie me up. Dominate me.”
“That’s what you want?” Legend says.
“You’ll take care of me?”
He kisses my forehead. “Baby dragon will be safe with us.”
Day grabs some slinky red silk. He keeps pulling and it goes on and on and on, yards of the stuff. Like he’s a magician. I swallow, imagining the soft fabric wrapping around and around my body.
“Get naked, little dragon,” Legend orders.
“What about you guys?”
“Just you,” Legend says. His voice is inexorable.
“Okay, okay.” I shrug off my hoodie. Usually I love being ordered around, but being the only one naked makes me feel exposed. “I just want to say, it’s pretty cold out here and I’m a grower, not a shower—”
Day laughs. “We don’t care how big your dick is, Ash.”
I have to laugh too. These dragons have zero filter. They act like they’ve known me forever. It helps get me out of my head, and soon I’m stepping brazenly out of my underwear. I shiver in the breeze.
“Beautiful,” Legend says. “Let’s warm you up, baby dragon.”
They surround me, close but not touching. My whole body thrums as I look up at them. They breathe on me, plumes of delicate smoke coming from their mouths. All at once the chill disappears. Their smoky breath must be magic. I feel warm from the inside out like I’m a marshmallow toasting over a fire.
“Better?” Legend’s brown eyes are like embers.
