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I wonder if he worked hard to hold back while he was on the phone. It takes only seconds after the call is over for him to groan and explode in my mouth. I feel a pretty substantial sense of triumph and manage, in a miraculous show of restraint, to keep from pumping my fists in the air. Instead, I suck firmly and then gradually diminish the pressure until I finally pull my mouth off and kiss the tip, so far beyond happy that when he fucks the hell out of me and wrecks me with pleasure, it’s just the icing on the cake.
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Aiden
As I look down at the slopes and summits beneath me, I think about how strange it is to not be aware of air currents while I’m human. This occurs to me every time I shift and every time I fly. It’s such an instinctual process, using the currents to propel my dragon body this way or that. Being unaware of them is a lot like driving a car and being unaware of the existence of the road beneath the wheels. Somehow, though, in human form, there’s a kind of blindness that comes over us.
Perhaps if there are such things as whale shifters or shark shifters, they feel the same way about water and the currents in the ocean. Perhaps they find it amazing that their human forms can breathe. I don’t know. I know I always think about this as the freedom of the air comes to me, and I always find myself overjoyed by the power of the world around me and the place of a dragon in that world.
Chosen One.
It’s easy to allow the power and grandeur of this form to drive me toward accepting that concept. There’s no way to adequately explain the feelings of majesty that come over a dragon in flight. It would be like trying to explain the aroma of Cilantro to someone who has never smelled it or the taste of cardamom to someone who has never tasted it. Explain color to a person blind from birth or the sound of a violin to a person deaf from birth.
But I can tell you, I suppose, that one of the things any dragon knows when flying is that the dragon is, without question, at the very top of the food chain. There is no creature that can take on a dragon except, perhaps, another dragon. Even another dragon thinks twice. Battles between dragons almost always result in the deaths of both dragons. There is almost no way at all to avoid a mortal wound when fighting with a dragon regardless of whether or not the other dragon is killed.
There was a time, though, when dragon fire, powerful enough to devastate anything other than a dragon, belonging to some dragons could destroy other dragons. That might be a rumor or might be a myth. Of course, the whole idea of a Chosen One might be a myth.
That’s the thing about the dragon form. The thing that characterizes us more than anything else is that we tend to go over things in our mind. We tend to ruminate. We think and then we rethink and then we approach from one angle to another. It might seem strange to a pure human that Valentia can spend a decade or several under the estate and interact with others only very intermittently. It seems strange, though, because a pure human cannot comprehend the dragon mind. A dragon might spend six months contemplating a line of dialogue from a play watched more than a century ago.
I make it a point to shift at least once a month now, usually twice. Everyone residing at Red Aerie knows of my nature except for guests or, and this is the critical thing, Brooke. Usually, she would have already been introduced to my reality but usually the woman who’s my lawyer isn’t also my true mate and potentially my partner in this Chosen One business. When she knows, I will shift a number of times a week. For now, I must do so when she’s out of town or when I am. I could, of course, shift in the enormous caverns beneath the estate but if I do that, I’ll run into Valentia and I don’t want to admit to him how confused I am by the stupid nursery rhyme. I realize that’s primarily pride doing the decision making but I don’t really have any choice in the matter because…
Because…
There is a dragon here.
I twist in the air and turn around. My talons immediately extend and my wings come back to my sides as I prepare for maneuvers. And then, instantly, I return to a state of calm. The deep purple blue wyrm flying toward me is known to me. That doesn’t mean I want to talk. Hell, I don’t want to interact at all. I don’t have any choice, though, and I let my wings and the air currents take me toward the other dragon, sighing inwardly at the necessity of the moment.
“Amelie,” I say, “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I came to see my husband to be,” she says. I feel a big of guilt for how her words anger me. Amelie is not terrible. She is not evil. She is even a good and sweet person. She simply has the misfortune of being betrothed to a prince who has either foolishly fallen in love with a human girl or, if this damned prophecy thing is true, the Chosen one who has no choice at all but to be called to his destiny, his love, and his true mate.
“And your husband to be welcomes you,” I say. “Come. Let me show you.” When a dragon arrives unannounced, there is a certain way to occupy her. We will hunt. We fly for a few miles, which takes a few minutes, and I scan the land below. I see a modest herd of Alpine chamois but fly on because the antelope are tiny and, in this area, not as plentiful as I would like. Another few miles to the east, however, brings us to a large flock of ibex. The steinbock horns are, for some reason, very pleasing to a dragon’s tongue.
“Four dives,” she says, “and I will wager a kiss for each dive that I return with more.”
It’s possible, I suppose, that each dive could result in five of these wild goats. We rarely grasp anything with our rear talons but that would be two. Our foreleg talons could give two more, and we could carry one between our jaws. Two is relatively easy but three is somewhat difficult. In the world of dragons, her challenge is actually challenging.
Again, I feel guilty that I don’t want her around me. “Then shall we begin?”
I win all four dives, of course. There is no appreciable difference between a female dragon and a male in terms of size and hunting ability unlike most of the animals in nature. However, she is to be my wife and she will not let me lose. I am to be her husband and I must not disrespect her by intentionally limiting my success.
We stand naked on a summit an hour later, and I must kiss her four times. The only thought in my mind is that someday, I will return to this summit so I can kiss Brooke here and reclaim the place for myself.
ChapterEleven
Secrets
Brooke
The day begins wonderfully. I wake, as I always do, filled with wonder at my situation and the joy I get out of life. I don’t know how something like this happens. I mean, I feel fulfilled all of the time. I feel challenged all of the time with my job but challenged in a great way. The work comes easily to me but there’s a great deal of it, and the intricacies of the challenges keep my mind occupied and make the work that I put in very interesting and enjoyable. I think the bottom line is that I live my life purposefully, something I don’t know that I ever really think about before.
And I live my life joyfully, too. That’s the thing I guess everyone wishes for and dreams about. Who wouldn’t, right? Well, I have what everyone dreams to have, the childhood bedtime prayer wishes. I have my fairy tale life living in what may as well be a fairy tale castle and enjoying the kind of… well, fairy tale existence that you only see in picture books and kids’ movies.
So, I wake happy and excited. I roll out of bed and make my way to the far too beautiful bathroom to take a shower much more luxurious than any shower needs to be. The steam fills the air and the flower-scented body wash adds a truly touching and beautiful aspect to things, a feminine aspect that makes me feel pretty and special.
Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m being all melodramatic and it probably seems stupid to you. Okay, well then, I’m being stupid. It’s still exactly how I feel, though, and I’m just not going to apologize for it. You know, this is the kind of shower that washes away stress. I don’t have any. I mean, I have the good kind of stress that comes from a difficult job I’m very capable of doing. I don’t have any negative stress, though. This is the kind of shower that relaxes a person who’s wound up. I’m not wound up. This is the kind of shower that a woman thinks of as a special treat, like a spa day or something.
Well, my whole damned life is a special treat! My whole existence is pure happiness!
