Dancing with the Dragon, Chosen

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Dancing with the Dragon: Chapter 39, A Pawn, Copyright 2018 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of the author.

Dancing with the Dragon Chapter 39: A Pawn by Tripp Savidge

• Scene 1 *

Skye stared out at the city lights, leaning his shoulder against the glass, his arms wrapped around his tucked knees. He'd been there for a while, thinking. I don't know if I can do this, dragon. I don't think I was meant to be a leader.

'Nonsense. And must you always refer to me as 'dragon?' I don't call you 'human.''

Hmm. Well, it will get confusing if I call you Skye. What do you suggest?

'Your given name is too short. Were you ever called something else that is still 'you''?

No, I never had a nickname. Or at least not one I'd want repeated. How about something like ciel or himmel? Those are other Earth languages but mean 'sky,' which is what I was named for.

'Ciel? No, seems too passive. Perhaps something associated with the wind? I think I'd prefer Mistral.'

I like that, it feels right, and I'll try to remember. Doesn't change that I wasn't cut out for this life. Ril was hurt because of me. How can I face him and see the pain, knowing it's my fault?

'And you think if he had a choice of what happened versus not having you in his life, he would not choose the pain? We cannot be responsible for the actions of others. We will help Ril be strong and heal his wounds.'

Skye looked up as he felt a presence enter the common room.

"You okay?" Chaz asked sitting on the floor in front of him. He mirrored Skye's position hugging his knees in.

"Not really."

Chaz reached out and wiped the tear from Skye's cheek. The touch was delicate, but it sent fire into Skye's blood and a tingling sensation across his skin as his dragon purred. Chaz smiled.

"Quit looking so damned sexy. I feel guilty enough," Skye said.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to look any particular way. I'm just worried about you and hate for you to be in such turmoil."

"Yeah, sorry for broadcasting," Skye grumbled. "But why did the fates send me men who are like a catalog of my sexual fantasies?"

Chaz's grin spread wide and his dark, thick brow raised. "Really?"

Skye couldn't help but smile. "Yes." He looked at Chaz and just for a moment, appreciated again how handsome he was. The neatly trimmed black beard, dark silky waves of hair falling to his shoulders, bright blue eyes, and long lashes. Even Chaz's dagger form now called to Skye. It no longer seemed fierce or scary - knowing the man and having experienced how protective the dagger was of him - he now thought of his were-form as strong, powerful, and beautiful.

"You keep thinking things like that, and my mind is going to come up with some creative ways to distract you."

Skye laughed. "Don't worry. I've probably already thought of them. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"Shouldn't you?"

"I tried. My mind just kept spinning, and I came out here because I didn't want to wake Garrett."

"You have to give it time. Even now, some kills haunt me. I would think Kwill could help you if you ask."

"Maybe. But..."

"You don't have to be the one to sink the blade or pull the trigger to feel responsible. In some ways, I think giving the order to do so is a heavier burden. But have no doubts, all those who died at our hands brought it on themselves. I was expected to take over my clan and often was in charge and giving orders. I understand."

"I wish I could go be with Rilien. He was so scared."

"Soon. Mica said that we have to stay here another day or two and be seen in public to avoid suspicion. It would draw attention if we were to leave too quickly."

"I know, he told me. But I'm really not feeling in a charity gala mood." Skye's attention turned to the hall where he heard soft voices.

"Just Bryan and Gregg. Gregg's the one who noticed you out here... 'thinking' and came to get me," Chaz said.

"Oh?"

"He seemed to think you had a soft spot for me and I might be able to help. Besides, he and Bryan are on duty."

"He's right. I do. Except for when you're in leather - then it's painfully hard," Skye teased.

"Huh. Maybe Dillon can help me replace all my wardrobe with leather. What do you think?"

Skye felt his dragon stirring against his skin and saw the rainbow lights dancing across Chaz's face. A sign that his eyes had begun to change. He was immediately aroused and crawled forward, stopping inches from Chaz. "It could be very dangerous for you." Skye's voice came out in a low rumble.

"Mmm. I live for danger," Chaz whispered back. "I'd gladly give myself to you in any way you wanted. But if you're worried, maybe your mate could chaperone?"

Skye wasn't expecting that, and it stopped him long enough to feel that someone had joined them.

"Yeah, I think for your own safety, Chaz, a chaperone is good. Even a were-dagger has limits on how much he can take in one night. Come on babe, you should be in bed." Garrett pulled Skye to his feet. He then offered a hand to Chaz. "Thank you, Chaz. When things calm down, I think a were-dagger in our bed would be great therapy - for both Skye and me. You know any?"

Chaz closed the distance and kissed Garrett. Garrett let go of Skye and turned into the were-dagger, wrapping him in his arms and kissing back passionately.

"Hey, hey, HEY!" Skye poked Garrett. "I'm right here! No fair."

"Yeah, I just wanted Chaz to know you aren't the only one who thinks he's fucking hot. Besides, I needed to show my appreciation for him taking care of my man," Garrett explained.

"Was this a setup?" Skye asked looking between his two men.

"Of course not," Garrett answered scooping Skye up and throwing him over his shoulder.

Skye looked back in time to see Chaz give him a wink as he slid his shirt up giving Skye a peek of the dark treasure trail Skye so loved. Can't wait for us to get that man in our bed.

Garrett laughed and smacked Skye's ass.

• Scene 2 *

Skye woke to find himself alone in the big bed. The windows had been turned to day mode, but it was dark and rainy outside, so there wasn't a nice warm feeling of the sun greeting him. He stretched and trod to the bath.

Clothing was set out on the counter, neatly arranged of course. Dillon. Don't you ever take a break? Skye stared at his reflection and ran his hands through his hair. His long platinum locks were sticking up in all sorts of directions. I look like a crazed lunatic.

'Hardly. But a shower will feel nice. I think we have dried seed on our stomach.'

Ha. Yeah, we do. Skye scraped at the white crusty stuff and smiled remembering how it got there. When Garrett carried him back to bed, Skye still wasn't calm or relaxed. But after throwing Skye on the bed, Garrett had mounted him and milked a very intense orgasm out of him while his own erupted all over Skye. He could remember scooping up most of it and licking it off his fingers - obviously, he missed some.

'Our mate likes the idea of bringing Chaz into our bed again.'

Yeah, dragon, he does. So why do dragons like having multiple partners?

'Of course I am right, 'human,' I'm always right. And because it feels good. It does not threaten our bonded mate, so why not?'

Sorry, Mistral. I'll try to remember. I guess I just don't understand. Isn't it more special if it's just between bond-mates?

'Sometimes it is just us with our mate. But... we share everything, we are in each other's minds. How is it not always special?'

He wasn't sure he'd ever understand and couldn't even say he felt threatened. There was no doubt in his mind that Garrett always came first. He'd also been in Garrett's head enough to know his mate felt the same. Skye couldn't come up with any good arguments, so he decided to let it drop.

The hot pounding water felt good, and he scrubbed his body, reminded of the blood and gore from the day before. His hands ran over the flesh he still struggled to accept as his own - sometimes in awe that this was 'his' body. Ripped and hard, showing muscles he didn't even know were under his skin. He'd explored Garrett intimately enough to know how they looked on him but to see them on his own body. Damn, Dragon... I mean Mistral, is my skin different than it used to be?

'Yes. We are dragon,' Mistral responded.

No, I mean I look darker... sort of shimmery.

'Yes, stronger and more resilient.'

"Huh..." I wonder if people I used to know would even recognize me. Skye stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the heated, fluffy towels. "Mmmm. I like being spoiled."

"Good, because I like spoiling you." Garrett stood, leaning in the doorway.

"You could help me." Skye held out the towel.

"Not and get anything else done."

Skye turned and bent over as he dried off.

"Not playing fair..." Garrett said.

"Nope."

Garrett grabbed him and began tickling. Skye burst into laughter and then ended up wrapped in his mate's arms.

"Okay, I'll help, but we don't have time for the fun stuff. The others are waiting for us, breakfast is here."

"Meany," Skye said as he pulled on his pants.

Garret poured some product in his hand and ran his fingers through Skye's hair, pulling out the tangles. It was long enough to hang down to Skye's shoulders.

"I'm going to smell like you," Skye said as the scent of the herbal cream hit him.

"Just a little. Hand me that comb."

"Dillon's going to accuse you of trying to steal his job."

"I'll make it up to him. I'm sure he'll forgive me this once." Garrett kissed Skye's neck and put his hands on Skye's hips. "You are beautiful."

"Uh huh. Dragons are sight impaired. Ow!" Skye jumped.

"I didn't do anything," Garrett objected.

"Wasn't you. My dragon poked me. I didn't even know he 'could' do that."

"Oh yeah. Don't piss him off. They can make you pretty miserable."

"Garrett, does your dragon have a name? Or do you just call him dragon?"

"He's Rett."

"Did you name him?"

Garrett paused and got a faraway look. "Huh. He's been Rett so long... He's reminding me that he told me his name. Are you feeling any better this morning?"

"Maybe. I'll feel better when I get an update on Rilien. As far as I can tell, he's still sedated." Skye finished getting dressed and decided to let his hair air dry. He was sure Dillon would style it before he went out anyway, so why bother.

The smell of food reminded him that he was hungry when he stepped into the large common space. A selection of breakfast options was spread out on the table. Garrett handed Skye a plate.

"Would you like coffee or tea?" Dillon asked.

"Tea, please." Skye gave Dillon an assessing glance and noticed the smile and way Dillon was moving. Someone had a good night.

'Can you blame him? I think we should spend more time with Jayce too. Our mate won't object,' Mistral said in his mind.

Skye saw that most of the wing already had plates of food and were scattered about the room on any seating surface they could claim.

"Has there been any fallout in the media?" Skye asked to the room.

"Oh yeah," Braden said. "Many of the newsfeeds are carrying it. An attack on the Pleasure Worker's Union is a big deal. The speculation on who is responsible is running rampant. They haven't released names or details on the injuries."

"So no one knows about the deaths?" Skye clarified.

"I'm sure the investigators 'know.' But no information has leaked out, yet," Venci said. "It will take a while to run the DNA scans to identify the remains. And without 'intact' bodies, they'll be more cautious than usual."

"Has anyone tried to contact us or the palace?" Garrett asked.

"Not that we know of. Teak said Seetal's team removed any evidence of your appointment or visit to the Dome," Venci said.

"They can do that? And where is Teak?" Skye asked.

"You'd be amazed what Seetal's team can do. It was a little unnerving watching them in action. As for Teak, he cleared out with the others before you got back," Venci explained.

"I wish he could stick around," Skye said to no one in particular.

"Maybe it's not time yet," Garrett said draping an arm over Skye's shoulders.

"So there's nothing about the Emperor's brother?" Skye asked.

"Not that's been reported," Braden said. "Venci and I are watching the feeds. You have most of the day free. We don't have anything on the schedule until the big benefit tonight."

"What's the benefit for?" Garrett asked catching Skye's eye and licking his fingers seductively to capture the sugar from the pastry he'd just eaten.

"Non-dragon fertility research."

"Venci, should that make sense?" River took another sip of the bright green, glowing nectar.

"To most dragons, no," Gregg said, jumping into the conversation. "All the races, well, except for nymphs and fairies, are struggling to reproduce. More are dying than being born. The dragons got hit the worst in the wars, so they get priority on new humans. Were-creatures have to find other packs, clans, or whatever and work out deals to interbreed."

"So if dragons only want men, why don't you... um... import women for the weres?" River asked.

"Women are banned unless they're refugees who can't be resettled in a human colony," Garrett said.

"Your dad's the emperor. Can't he just change the law and remove the ban?" Skye asked.

"Not without the support of the Assembly, and there are some pretty powerful groups opposed," Venci explained.

"Wait, let me guess. They're run by gold dragons."

"Close. Metallics, yes. But not just gold. And if we're being honest, chroma dragons rarely get mates either," Venci added.

"Well, that's just fucked up," River said holding up his glass and staring into the glowing liquid.

"That's why they have the fundraisers and are pouring more into research to figure out why the female shifters are having a harder time conceiving, and why more males than females are being born," Braden said.

"Maybe they should research the dragons and figure out if there's a way for the other species' males to get pregnant," River offered.

"The she-bitches would be sure to kill that idea," Gregg snorted.

"Is this true for were-daggers too?" Skye turned his gaze on Chaz.

"We were a small group to begin with. Our bigger issue is that most of the males are born with no interest in females. To my knowledge, we haven't had fertility issues," Chaz said.

"If there 'were' to be a group that could breed males like dragons, I'd think were-daggers would be the most likely," Garrett said.

"Why's that?" Skye asked.

"I'll answer." Chaz didn't look at Skye when he responded. "We were engineered in a lab like the other shifters but were one of the last experiments. We never lived on Earth or spread like the others. Our bite does not spread our condition. You're either born a were-dagger or you're not."

"Why does that make you more likely?" River asked.

"Our kind was created from crossing dragons with were-panthers. We still test as both dragon and panther."

"So that's why the dragon restraints and silver don't affect you? You're dragon enough to resist the silver and were-panther enough to resist what's used against dragons."

"In simple terms, yes. But like dragons, if we breed with a human female our power is diluted, and our offspring does not shift. That's where the other shifters have an advantage."

"Okay, then." Skye paused. "Venci, I'm guessing since we're attending, that the Emperor and Prince Argos support this cause?"

"Yes... or as it was explained to me, they want the two of you to support the cause because it would be awkward for them to do so openly."

Skye caught Garrett's eye. Are your parents always going to manipulate us like this? I feel like a pawn in some political game.

I'd love to say no, but that would be an outright lie. Ask my brothers, they'll tell you it has always been this way. Father and Pater love us but aren't adverse to using us to further their agenda.

Skye looked up when he felt the shift in the room. Kwill and Beck had walked in and didn't look happy. They were also both shielding tightly.

"Prince Skye, Prince River," Kwill began.

Skye knew it was going to be bad before Kwill said another word. He was talking out loud and even shielding, there was a small leak of apprehension.

"My apologies but Beck and I must leave for a while. We've been summoned back to our home world to give a personal and direct account of the two rogues to our government."

"Wait... So you're not talking a few hours, right. This would take... what? Weeks?"

Kwill seemed to shrink a little. "It could, yes."

"But you said we were partners and wouldn't be separated again," Skye said.

"We were not given a choice," Kwill said with a shrug.

"But, but... I just got you!" River was radiating an almost panic level of emotion as he glared at Beck.

"I'm sorry, River. Please don't be upset. I promise I'll come back to you. We make a good team. There is nowhere else I'd rather be. I swear!"

"Damn straight!" River grumbled.

"What about the debriefing for the Emperor?" Skye asked unsure whether to be more concerned for himself or River.

"You know everything that I do. You'll do fine," Kwill said out loud before changing to mind speech. You and River will be fine. I know this is unexpected but understand that for my people this is unprecedented. Not only to have two rogues but have them in a plot against the Royal Family. It puts all of my people at risk.

I can see that but doesn't mean I have to like it. You'll do your best to come back to us as soon as you can?

Of course we will. You are my family now. It pains me to be separated. Also, have compassion for me as I have to deal with Beck. Separating him from River will be... difficult.

When do you have to leave? Skye asked.

A transport is already on its way. We'll take a shuttle to the Station and then board a ship there.

"River, perhaps you and Beck should spend a moment in private before they have to leave?" Skye suggested.

River nodded and then took Beck's hand leading him away with Nik following closely behind.

"Dillon, can you please make sure we're well stocked on Nectar? If we've got to manage River on our own, I don't want to run out. Also make sure we keep snacks out at all times."

"Yes, sir. I'll take care of it. A hungry dragon is a dangerous dragon," Dillon quipped before leaving.

Skye approached Kwill and pulled him into a hug. I'm going to miss you.

Me and all my 'perversions'? Kwill asked.

Garrett will miss the perversions more. Me, I'll just miss you. Skye could feel the humor and skepticism from his blue partner.

I think you like my attention much more than you let on. But we'll pretend I don't know that.

Skye laughed and felt his face heat up from his blush. Don't say anything, Mistral.

'Why? You don't want me to affirm that the psion is correct?' Mistral asked.

• Scene 3 *

"Well it SUCKS!" Skye yelled before dropping onto the bed and burying his face in the pillows.

"Honey... Baby, please," Garrett pleaded.

"I don't like you. Go away!" Skye knew he was having a tantrum but didn't give a shit. He was pissed, scared, and angry at the universe. He felt Garrett's gaze and turned enough to meet his eyes. "You promised! You said we'd never be separated again! First Kwill and now you."

Garrett sat down on the bed and rubbed his hand over Skye's back, making circling motions. "I told you, I don't have a choice. Captain Nekko is on holiday off planet. It's not physically possible for him to get back in time. Besides, it's my job as first officer. It should only take a week or so, and then I'll be back."

Skye turned over onto his back. "Why can't Taleel or Jerrick take care of it? They're already up there."

"I'm the ranking officer, and it's my job to make sure the new systems are installed properly. Neither of them knows those systems like I do and they can't sign off. I have to do this, Skye."

"They couldn't wait until Nekko got back?"

"And jeopardize the entire work schedule? No. These upgrades are state of the art, the newest jump drive technology available. We need to test and make sure the installation goes well in case there are problems, and they need to make modifications. This will likely happen again when they're ready to install the new weapons array Pater insisted on."

Skye growled, or given the volume and rumble maybe it was Mistral. Didn't matter. Neither were happy.

"Come on, babe. We still have tonight, and I don't have to leave until early morning."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Return to Capital City, go back to the Academy and resume training. It's what we'd have had to do anyway."

"But I need YOU."

Garrett lay down on top of Skye, pressing their bodies together and hugging his mate. "I need you too. More than you'll ever know. But the universe doesn't stop just because I'd rather be wrapped in your arms."

"It should." Skye knew he sounded whiny and pouty, but it hurt. Garrett was his rock and without him and Kwill - it was scary. Bad things happened when Garrett went away.

"The wing will take care of you. And please don't try to hold out and wait for me. You're still early in the change, and it would be bad for you."

Skye turned so he could give Garrett a proper glare. "That is so, so wrong."

Garrett kissed him, and Skye felt his body immediately responding. Garrett tugged at Skye's lower lip then ran his tongue into Skye's mouth eliciting a groan. "You taste, so fucking good."

"Then why are you pushing me off on other men? I am YOUR mate."

"Most definitely." Garrett kissed Skye again and ground his erection against Skye's. "But you going without sex for a week would be really bad, for you, for me, and for anyone connected to you. Besides, doesn't matter who you fuck, no one will be as good as me."

"UGGGGHHHH!" Skye cried out. "You are so damn cocky!"

"Mmm hmm. You love my cock." Garrett nibbled down Skye's neck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, but do I ever. Such a frustrating, arrogant bastard. If he weren't right, I'd... shit, I don't know...

You know I'm in your head, baby. Might as well just admit I'm right.

Skye growled and flipped Garrett over, pinning him to the bed. Skye could feel Mistral rolling under his skin and saw the dancing light from his eyes reflected in Garrett's. Skye ground his ass against Garrett's shaft making him moan.

"You'll be giving this up for a whole week," Skye said dragging out the words dramatically.

"Damn, you can be so cruel."

"Yeah, and I'm sure you won't try and corner Taleel and see if you can't get your monster up his tight, dark ass."

Skye snickered as the emotions flashed through Garrett's eyes. "Yeah, I'm in your head too, love. I know you've already started plotting."

"Well, Jerrick did say Taleel has been more open to things since you um... introduced him to how good it could be.'"

"Uh-huh. Just remember you're a good bit bigger than me. Make sure you use that magic tongue of yours real good before you try putting that beast up his dragon hole. Not everyone was made for you like I was."

"Mmm. Yours is the best. And your cock is my very favorite. I get so hungry for you."

"Are you sweet talking me, Garrett D'Or Drakken? Do you think flowery words and compliments about my dick are going to get you out of trouble?"

"No, but maybe you using my favorite dick to fuck me?" Garrett suggested, his eyes dark with lust.

Skye lifted enough to flip Garrett over onto his stomach. Even before he pulled Garrett's pants over his ass, he could smell Garrett's arousal.

Garrett lifted his hips and helped slide the trousers down to his knees, offering himself up for his mate. "I'm ready. Please, babe. Fuck me."

Skye gripped the two muscled globes and massaged them. Garrett had an amazing bubble butt that would have been the pride of any gay man. Skye had no doubts that Garrett could walk into any gay club back on Earth and seduce any man he wanted. Skye licked one of the dark golden globes then playfully bit the firm flesh.

"Dick, Skye. Please..."

Skye ran his tongue down Garrett's crack and over his puckering flesh. "Mmm. So good." Skye teased the opening with his tongue, tasting Garrett's wetness and that unique flavor that was only his. Garrett's dragon hole was already wet and swollen with need. It puckered and relaxed as Skye kissed and licked. He briefly wondered what he'd have thought a year ago if someone had told him a man's opening could be so responsive.

"Just fuck me already!" Garrett begged.

"So damn bossy," Skye snickered before sliding his tongue into Garrett's opening. Savoring the taste and feel as the dragon nubs tried to draw his lapping tongue in farther. He'd come to love doing this for his partners - though Garrett especially. Maybe his juice is addictive?

'Of course it is,' Mistral whispered in his mind. 'He is our mate. But all of our wing is addicted to our taste.'

Skye stilled for a moment as the idea sank in. But what if I don't want them to be addicted to me?

'It is our nature. It is what we are. We cannot change it so better to embrace it. But only our mate is addictive to us. We crave the others, but Garrett we must have.'

"Did you fall asleep? Fuck, Skye. You're killing me!"

Skye resumed his tongue work and added his fingers, amazed at how tight Garrett was. He loved playing with Garrett's dragon hole, fingering it, tasting it, making his mate moan in pleasure. Dragon's didn't just have the pleasure from a prostate, they had nerve ending all along their tunnel in each of the nubs that swelled when they were aroused.

Skye slid his pants off and moved in behind Garrett rubbing the head of his cock over the swollen lips as Garrett tried to push back and pull him in.

"Yeahhhh, that's what I need," Garrett moaned.

Skye slid into the tight wet heat, letting Garrett's body pull him deeper. Each of the nubs stroked and teased at his cock. Skye was surprised that Garrett's flutter hadn't tried to enter him.

"Want you to fuck me hard. Claim me, baby. Remind me that I'm yours. I want to feel this for days. No flutter."

Skye gripped Garrett's hips and began thrusting. He kept himself open to Garrett so he knew what his mate needed, he knew when he was hitting all the right spots. Even if Garrett's grunts and moans wouldn't have indicated the same. He looked down at his muscled man knowing he'd turned him into a quivering, needy, hole. Garrett's entire focus was on the feeling of Skye's dick slamming into him and filling him with waves of pleasure.

That same pleasure was pulling Skye to the edge. He could feel his balls tightening and the building pressure. Garrett's dragon hole clamped tightly around him, squeezing and stroking him as his mate's anal orgasm rocked his body. Skye gripped the base of his cock to ward off the impending orgasm and continued thrusting. He knew Garrett could have multiple orgasms and wanted to make this special.

"Father Dragon!" Garrett cried as his body trembled from the pleasure.

"Cum for me, Garrett. Show me how much you love being fucked."

"Skyeeee," Garrett's voice cried out in a keening wail.

Skye felt the second orgasm hit Garrett and his ass tightened and stroked so hard Skye couldn't hold it anymore. His body released in an explosion he knew Garrett could feel in his core. A blast of hot seed filling him. Garrett's body trembled harder as his own cock erupted sending his load onto the bedclothes beneath him.

Skye settled onto Garrett's back enjoying the connection of being so deep inside his man. Garrett continued to moan, and his dragon hole stroked Skye's softening prick, trying to milk out every last drop.

Tap, tap, tap. Sounded at the door to the room. Skye reached out mentally without even thinking.

Hey, Dillon.

Sorry to bother you, but it's time to get ready for the gala.

Okay, give us a minute. Skye groaned and withdrew from Garrett rolling onto his side.

Garrett turned awkwardly with his trousers still wrapped around his shins and gave Skye a quick kiss. Amazing as always. I love you. Garrett licked up Skye's neck to his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

"I love you, too. Now make yourself decent so Dillon can come in."

"Pffft. Come in, Dillon," Garrett yelled.

"Oh!" Dillon squeaked when he stepped in - quickly closing the door behind him.

"Come." Garrett waved Dillon over to the bed and when he got close enough grabbed his arm and pulled him over, toppling the elf into the bed between Skye and himself. Without even pausing Garrett slid his hands into Dillon's tights and began stroking him. "And are you angry with me also?"

"Um... I mean... I know you don't have a choice..." Dillon's voice got higher and higher as Garrett slipped the tights down to Dillon's knees, revealing Dillon's already hard cock before he took it into his mouth.

"Mmm. Our Dillon tastes so sweet. You're going to take care of Skye while I'm gone, right?" Garrett licked up Dillon's slender shaft after he finished his question then deep throated him as his hand slid between his legs in search of his hole.

"YES!" Dillon cried as Garrett's finger slid inside him.

Skye pressed his body into the other side of Dillon and slid his hand under the elf's shirt.

"You'll make sure his balls get milked at least four times a day when I'm gone. You can do that, right?" Garrett started finger fucking Dillon harder as he took his dripping cock back in his mouth.

"I... uh... I'll... ohhhhhhh..."

Skye lifted Dillon's shirts and licked at his hardened nipple as Garrett sucked. It was obvious that Dillon was past being able to form words at this point. It's okay, Dillon. Don't fight it. Cum for Garrett.

"Ughhhhh," Dillon cried as his body lifted from the bed, his cock pumping his cream deep into Garrett's throat.

"Mmm." Garrett licked and sucked until Dillon collapsed back onto the bed, hanging on to Skye tightly. Garrett pulled his finger out of Dillon and looked at the shiny whitish coating on his finger. He held it in front of Dillon's eyes then dramatically licked it clean sucking it until nothing was left. "Tasty... whose?"

"Um... Jayce's..."

"Babe, remind me next time we have Jayce in our bed that I need to suck a few loads out of him. He tastes real good. Oooh or even better, let him fuck you, and I'll eat you out."

"Garrett," Skye said in exasperation. "You are such a perv."

"Yes, but I'm totally and one hundred percent 'your' perv."

"True," Skye laughed. "You okay, Dillon?"

"Getting there. That was nice by the way. Thanks," Dillon said with a smile lighting his face.

"Huh, you think I did that for you pretty boy? That was all for me. I needed my sexy elf fix before I'm gone for a week. My mate is not the only one I'm going to be missing. You know, I rely on my morning elf protein," Garrett smacked his lips and patted Dillon's thigh.

"Glad I could help," Dillon said as he tried to climb out of bed.

Garrett grabbed him and pulled him back before Dillon could escape. Skye watched as Garrett gripped Dillon's hips and pulled the still bare ass into his face. This put Dillon in an awkward spot, his hands resting on Garrett's thighs and a large cock pressing against his face.

Dillon took Garrett into his mouth as Skye's mate licked and sucked at Dillon's tender hole.

"Is that good?" Skye asked struggling to decide how he felt. He loved seeing the playful side of his husband, and he knew Dillon loved the attention, but he was still too aware that Garrett would be leaving soon.

Garrett pulled back and gave Skye a big smile. "He's as good as ever, Want some?"

"No, I'll get a quick shower while you two finish up." Okay, regardless of how I'm feeling, that is sexy. Skye thought as he watched his hunk of a man devour Dillon's ass in a sixty-nine. Dillon had long ago mastered taking Garrett's big cock and was enthusiastically deep throating the beast as Garrett's tongue dove to new depths.

'The lust between our mate and our wing-brothers grows stronger every day,' Mistral said.

You mean more than with me?

'No. But he is an extension of us. The longer he is our mate, the more attractive to them he becomes. Just as the attraction between them grows.'

Great. So you mean someday our wing is going to be one big happy orgy- fest? Skye turned on the shower and paused waiting for Mistral's response.

'I don't know what an orgy-fest is, but from what you are thinking, I doubt it. But they will easily care for each other's needs and take great pleasure in each other.'

I guess that doesn't sound so bad. I never had friends like this back on Earth and gotta say it's nice.

'I think we probably had more friends than you acknowledge,' Mistral said.

Skye thought about it as he stepped in and let the water cascaded over him. He didn't really need another shower. They'd explored Caris a little and walked through some shops and even had lunch in a cool restaurant. But he hardly got dirty or worked up a sweat, well... except maybe for the sex part.

"Leaving this is going to be so hard," Garrett whispered stepping in behind Skye and pressing his body against Skye's back.

"Damn sure hope so. Dillon get you off again?"

"Mmm hmm. He has a very talented mouth, though not as good as yours." Garrett turned Skye's head and kissed him.

Skye could taste the man seed and Dillon's ass on Garrett's lips. Perhaps it should have bothered him, but he found it arousing. He was very familiar with how Dillon tasted and the added bonus of Jayce, made him hunger for his new wing-mate.

They quickly finished and dried off. Dillon already had clothing laid out for them.

"Are you joining us this evening?" Skye asked.

"No, things still haven't settled down about Grandmother and the media will make up all sorts of stuff. As far as the elves are concerned, I'm still a banished embarrassment."

"You know we don't see it that way," Garrett said.

"I know and maybe someday I won't have to be ashamed to be seen in public."

Skye walked over to Dillon and wrapped him in his arms. "We love you, Dillon. The whole wing considers you a brother. Not one of us considers you an embarrassment. We're proud you're in our family."

"Thank you, but maybe now's not the time to push it." Dillon took a deep breath. "Ready for me to comb you out?"

"Do you need to help Nik and River?" Skye asked.

"Already set out their clothing. I'll check back and see if they need help with hair or finishing touches."

"I don't remember this one," Skye said holding up the long, heavy jacket.

Dillon turned from combing out Garrett's long hair. "Oh, that's the same designer that did the shimmery charcoal one."

"The one I wore when I met Master Mage Quanta?"

"Yes. The pants are a little different on this one, and the jacket is the same cut but more formal detailing.

Skye pulled on the black pants and wondered if they'd be appropriate. They weren't exactly tights, but they did fit like a second skin with a very low rise. There was also a seam up the ass that reminded him of butt floss.

"I like those," Garrett growled.

"Of course you do," Skye muttered.

The shirt was equally tight in shimmery dark ivory with a gem-studded, cravat-like collar. Skye looked at the jacket and decided boots were next. The jacket was much heavier than he expected and hung down to his calves in the back. While it was somewhat open in the front from his crotch down, it was tailored snuggly at the waist with wide shoulders and tapered sleeves.

"Goodness, I wonder if this is what corsets feel like?" Skye fastened the top and walked over to the mirror.

"Wow. That looks amazing," Dillon said helping Skye adjust the sleeves.

"Grrrr," Garrett rumbled grabbing Skye's waist. "Everyone is gonna want to get their hands on my mate."

"And what are you wearing? If you go out in a towel, I don't think we need to worry about anyone even looking at me."

Garrett pulled the towel away and placed Skye's hand on his cock. "If I didn't think Pater would kill me, I might consider it. I'll just make sure everyone knows your mine."

Garrett looked pretty amazing once he was dressed - also in all black. He and Mica had decided that four guards would accompany them, but they had to blend in with the onsite security. The reserved table was only for the four princes.

"You'll need to keep an eye on River. Since Beck and Kwill can't be there to shield him and jump in if he gets... you know..." Garrett said as they walked to the landing pad to catch the limo.

"I heard you old man," River yelled from in front.

"This is going to be along night," Garrett muttered.

"Doesn't matter love, he can read minds now anyway, and his control is worth shit," Skye laughed.

"Is NOT!" River yelled back.

Skye rolled his eyes and bumped shoulders with Garrett. I had the guards each bring a flask of Nectar, just in case, Skye mind-spoke to Garrett. As they started getting in the air car, Skye grabbed Nik's arm and pulled him to the side.

"You doing okay? You've been so quiet since we got to Caris." Skye kept himself open to make sure he picked up on any concerns or emotions.

"Yeah, but between my change and River's... um... needs, I think my brain went on holiday. Don't get me wrong, I love the sex and River is... amazing. I'm just tired and all my dragon can think about is the next time River and I get it on."

Skye laughed and pulled Nik into a tight hug. "S'okay. I'm not that different, it's just events haven't let me relax. I'm so glad River has you, and given how sexy you are I can't blame him for never letting you out of bed."

Nik gave Skye a big smile and kissed him. "Thank you. You know you're the best thing that could have ever happened to our family."

"Sweet talker," Skye teased.

"Come on, guys. Time to go," Mica called out. Jos was following them, and it appeared Chaz and Jayce were already in the limo.

"What about Gil?"

"She's hanging back to keep an eye on Brandon and Venci. No chance of her blending in with security. They don't have any elves. That lets Gregg and Bryan rest up for their night shift," Mica explained.

• Scene 4 *

Skye stepped out of the limo and felt like he should shield his eyes from the bright lights. The area to either side entrance was packed with spectators behind glass barricades. Guards were lined along the ramp leading up to the huge doors. Skye waited with Garrett at his side, River and Nik behind them until the guards took position at the four corners and escorted them past the cheering crowd.

It wasn't much quieter when they stepped inside. The entrance hall was huge but seemed to be built out of dark gray stone and was dramatically illuminated with hanging light sculptures. The elegantly dressed milling crowd's voices and laughter echoed off the hard surfaces.

A maitre d' came and greeted Mica and then led them down a hallway lined with people and tall tables where guests were chatting and drinking. Finally, they entered into the main space. Skye wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the room still surprised him. An extremely large theater with a stage in front but rather than seats, there were tiers with tables and chairs. They were on the second level which seemed to have the best view of the stage. The maitre d' escorted them to almost the exact center, pointing to a round table for four up against the glass railing. Many of the surrounding tables on this level were already occupied.

River caught Skye's eye and pointed to the table. "Are they kidding?"

Skye laughed. "It's okay. Just like the palace but without Pater here to tsk-tsk at us when we get it wrong." Not that he didn't understand, there was more silverware than any one person could possibly need. It was impressive with the fancy linens, tableware, and crystal. Garrett put his hand on Skye's shoulder as he pulled out a chair for him.

Skye sat down and felt a little chill as Garrett kissed his cheek before taking a seat to his right, next to the railing. Nik sat beside him and River to the left of Nik by the railing on the other side. They all had a perfect view of the stage.

Mica leaned in and whispered. "We'll be nearby. We have transmitters but you can mind-speak us if you need anything."

Skye turned and kissed Mica's cheek while wrapping his arm around the guard. "Thank you."

"Hey, quit getting fresh with the help," Garrett teased with a smile.

"You're just jealous 'cause you wanted to feel up Jayce or Chaz and didn't get a chance."

Garrett snickered and gave a shrug.

Skye looked around and noticed that many of the guests were now taking their seats. A young man on a mission appeared to be headed their way with a silver pitcher in hand. Just as he was about to tell Garrett that he thought the guy was cute, he startled. One of his wing-mates was nearby, and it wasn't one that came with them.

Skye closed his eyes and concentrated. Just as he felt the presence getting closer, Garrett leaned in and whispered.

"Hey, look who's here."

Skye opened his eyes and saw him immediately. The Norse God approached, looking as stunning as ever. His platinum blond hair perfectly styled, his face worthy of sculpture and his bright blue eyes staring directly into Skye's. His muscled body perfectly highlighted by his ivory suit. Of course Lord Eluf wouldn't wear black like everyone else.

Skye stood and walked toward Lord Eluf's approaching entourage. He reached out with his mind. How do you want to be greeted? Is a hug acceptable or do we need to bow and keep our distance?

Skye saw the smile spread across the masculine face as he felt the warm timbre of Eluf's mind-voice. I definitely want a hug. What I'd really like is to get that hot as fuck dark suit off you and press skin to skin. But people might talk.

Eluf and Skye stepped into each other's arms like practiced lovers. Eluf was a little bulkier than Skye, but otherwise, they fit together perfectly. You feel so good. I've missed you. Eluf sent as his hand gave Skye an intimate caress.

"Lord Eluf, it is so good to see you again. I didn't know you were going to be here."

"We'll have to have our assistants coordinate better. But it at least appears we are at adjoining tables." Lord Eluf turned still keeping his arm over Skye's shoulders. "Prince Skye, allow me to introduce my escort, Lady Kiawa, and two of my senior generals, Basil and Copernum."

Skye bowed to each in turn and knew his party had also stood to join him. None of Eluf's party were particularly interesting, and no one was thinking anything evil or inappropriate - a nice change. Lady Kiawa wasn't human, but Skye had no idea what race. Human-based but with an almost tattoo-like pattern down the side of her face and body.

"And, you may recognize Prince Garrett, my mate. My brother, Prince River and his mate, Prince Nikias." Everyone made bows and small words of greeting.

"If the evening permits, I hope we'll have the chance to speak further." Lord Eluf, reluctantly released Skye and turned back to his group.

Skye returned to the table and saw the young server staring in disbelief. His eyes were wide and he appeared to be shaking. Skye reached out and sent some calming energy. "Are you okay?"

"Me? What?" The young man's face turned crimson, and if possible, his bright blue eyes went even wider. "They... they um... didn't warn me."

"Warn you about what?" Skye asked with a laugh.

"You... you're... oh... Father Dragon... you're the friggin Bloody Prince!"

"Personally, I prefer Prince Skye. But yes, I am, and this is my family." Skye introduced the others at his table.

"Is that gentleman your brother too?" the server asked gesturing to Lord Eluf's table.

It took Skye a moment. "Oh. No, that's Lord Eluf. If you didn't recognize him or know him, he's like the king of the vampires."

"But... he looks just like you."

Skye thought about it and reached back out to Lord Eluf. I just had a wicked idea. Would you be okay with letting slip that we're related?

Yes, I think it could help explain why we got close so quickly. Vampires understand dedication to the families they leave behind. But why did you think of it?

Can you think of a better public relations distraction from what just happened with the Emperor's brother?

Skye looked up at the server with his best smile. "That's because we 'are' related. I guess he'd be like my multiple-great grandfather. I'm not sure how many greats. You never said what your name was."

"Oh... I'm Rebel. I'll be your server this evening... or until they replace me." He started pouring the clear liquid into the glasses. "I will confirm your selections in a moment."

He stepped away to refill the pitcher before returning.

"Shit. I'm probably going to get fired," Rebel muttered. Panic was radiating off the cute server in waves. He wasn't a big guy, maybe five foot nine. Slender with fine features and a fair complexion. His dark hair was slicked back and his most amazing feature was his blue eyes set off by dark lashes.

"It's okay, Rebel. I promise we don't bite. Just relax, and all will be good."

He looked back at Skye in disbelief. Damn was he cute. Skye wasn't getting a warning from his dragon or magic, but his dick sure liked him.

"Father Dragon, you are so nice."

"I think he left off, 'for a Royal.'" Garrett lifted his glass and gave Rebel his best buddy smile. "Don't worry. Skye's working on giving us better manners."

That seemed to put Rebel more at ease and he managed to get through confirming everyone's food selection for the evening before moving on to Lord Eluf's table.

"You think that was a good idea? He probably won't keep it a secret." Garrett put his arm over the back of Skye's chair as he leaned in.

"Of course he won't. That's part of the magic. I hope Pater forgives me."

"He'll be proud. You're learning to be devious, just like him." Garrett turned to look at Rebel. "You should have touched him. Only way to know for sure and we both know it's going to drive you nuts wondering."

"Maybe." Skye gave a nod to Eluf's table. "Look at how he's staring at Lord Eluf. Just in case you can't translate, he would love the opportunity to lick the good lord vampire from top to bottom and maybe offer himself up as a sacrifice."

Garrett laughed leaning his head into Skye for a kiss. "So finally one who isn't after my mate."

Skye playfully nipped Garrett's lip. I didn't say that. I just told you what he was focusing on at the moment. That is one, very horny, blue dragon. It might interest you to know he fantasized about each and every one of us.

He fantasized about me? Garrett turned to look more closely at the server as he was confirming the other table's selections.

He did. Seems the secret about my mate's oversized endowment isn't such a secret. But you'll be glad to know Rebel thinks he's up to the challenge.

Garrett tipped his head and kept watching Rebel's interaction with Lord Eluf. You know what I'm thinking?

Huh... I don't know if Lord Eluf would consider it, but it could be a really good solution if he could figure out how to spin it.

The lights dimmed and the orchestra played an intro before the host began thanking guests for their support and highlighting the evening's performances. It wasn't long before Rebel was back and introduced a dragi, named Kobor, who was assisting him. As Rebel set the first course in front of Skye, his hand was still shaking.

Skye took the small appetizer plate and set it down then took Rebel's hand. The electricity was like a charge sent directly to his cock. He bit his lip as he heard Rebel moan in the most depraved sound he'd heard all evening - a sound he'd expect the man to make when he'd just orgasmed from being fucked.

"Oh... Father Dragon... what..."

"Shhh." Skye reached out with his magic, while not letting go of Rebel's hand. He soothed and calmed the blue dragon. Nothing to worry about, no reason to be concerned. Just a bit of dragon magic.

Why? Rebel asked in his head. Struggling to believe he was mind- speaking with Skye and still stunned by his body's reaction to the touch.

You're special. Guess you and I will be getting to know each other better sometime in our future. You okay with that?

Rebel nodded while his mental voice agreed. He quickly moved on, trying to distract himself with his work.

Skye sent a gentle touch to Lord Eluf while the first performers took the stage and they enjoyed the first course of their meal. I have a proposition, Eluf.

Really? And what would that be, my prince?

The server, Rebel. He's a blue dragon and quite smitten with you. And if you didn't feel it through the bond, my magic just decided it liked him.

That's what that was? I thought you were seducing me from afar.

Oh, believe me, if I were seducing you, you would most definitely know it. But I think we might be able to solve your challenge if you could find some way to explain pulling Rebel into your household.

My challenge?

A dragon who wants you and would most likely gladly feed you in trade for some hot, mutually rewarding sex. If he ends up being one of our wing, it would make his blood even more nourishing to you. He's certainly pretty. But only you can decide if you can come up with a reason to have him close.

Skye could almost feel the wheels turning in Lord Eluf's mind. Give me some time to think.

Skye pulled back and focused on his food and his table mates, who he'd been ignoring. Though he wasn't sure Nik and River noticed as much as they were totally lost in each other. The next several courses were uneventful and while the food was very good, Skye decided that Palace life had spoiled him.

The entertainment was provided by various performers, each contributing their time as a donation to the cause. Most of them only performed three or four songs before taking their leave for the next act.

Skye had just finished the main course and was watching the crowd when the host announced the next music ensemble. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Skye felt a wave of excitement from Nikias and Garrett who both turned to him with shocked expressions.

"What?"

"Didn't you hear who's next? Wyrm Ryder!" Garrett practically shouted.

Skye shrugged looking back and forth between Garrett and Nik.

"They're only the most famous dragon ensemble on the planet!" Nik added almost coming out of his seat.

"Great... um... I need to find a restroom," Skye said.

"Yeah... sure." Garrett waved Skye off as his attention was completely focused on the stage.

"I'll come with you." River stood and placed his napkin in his chair. "Which way?"

Skye noticed Nik move into River's seat closer to the rail. He looked around and didn't see Rebel, but the assistant waiter, Kobor was not far. Skye asked and the dragi pointed to an entrance off to the far right of the tier. Skye and River had almost made it to the door when Mica and Chaz, stepped in behind them.

"We need to find the lift. Kobor said the restrooms are on the lower level." Skye turned when they reached the hallway and an usher pointed them in the right direction and told them which lift to take. Skye selected the floor the usher indicated and the doors opened. He was about to step in when Mica stepped past him. He turned and scowled.

"What? You want a different lift?" Skye asked.

"No, it's just odd. The car isn't aligned with the floor. There was a slight step up, and the floor feels 'wrong.'" Mica looked down and shook his head.

Skye and the others stepped on and the doors closed. They felt a slight movement and then Skye found that he couldn't move. He also wasn't able to speak or even turn his head. Guys? What's going on? A subtle blue glow filled the car.

Fuck Chaz's mind-voice echoed. Don't try to move, close your eyes and when the dizziness passes get ready to act. This is a translocator.

I thought those were illegal on Draga! River's thoughts accused.

They are, Mica said as the blue grew brighter and Skye saw a column of light rise around him, making everything outside of it look distorted.

Skye was going to ask what the plan was but he could no longer sense the others. It was as if he were totally alone and cut off. Then he felt a disorienting shift and felt his stomach do an unpleasant flip. Then he felt nothing. It was like floating in a void. He tried to draw on his magic with no luck. This is bad, he thought. His magic didn't work, his mind couldn't reach outside his own head, and his increased strength was useless. He struggled with the building sense of fear at being totally helpless.

Reality snapped back in a nauseating lurch. Skye had to concentrate not to heave his guts. On the good side, he could feel the bonds to his husband and wing-mates again. They were weak but there. He gasped and immediately pulled on his magic. If this was an attack, he was going to be ready. Mistral was equally alert and agitated.

"Take a few deep breaths before you try and move, and wait for the dizziness to pass," Chaz coached.

Fine for him to say, they were at their most vulnerable right now. Skye immediately opened his shields and searched for threats - any thoughts of doing him or his men harm. It was up to him. He couldn't assume that Mica and Chaz would be able to protect them. Skye looked around and felt more confused than ever. He was on a portable platform in what appeared to be a park. A rich green lawn spread out around them and in the distance formal sculptures and topiaries. A man was approaching and Skye focused on him, trying to determine his intent.

"What the fuck?" River said beside him. "It was night time. Dark. Where the fuck are we?"

"The Gardens of Kincha, other side of Draga and very far away from Caris," Mica answered as he moved in front of Skye and River.

"Do you want me to shift?" Chaz asked.

"Not yet. Skye, what are you picking up? Is there a threat?" Mica asked.

Skye had no trouble reading the approaching man's thoughts but felt a little jangled so prodded his dragon. I could use some help here, Mistral.

'He's as fearful as we are. I agree with you, I'm not picking up any intention of harm or threat," Mistral said in his mind.

"I don't think we're in danger, guys. Stay cautious but let's see what he has to say," Skye said. He could feel River pulling in his magic, preparing himself. "It's okay, River. Don't shield him out - let his thoughts come to you. He doesn't mean us harm."

The man continued approaching across the expanse of manicured lawn. As he drew nearer Skye could see that he appeared human, average build and height, brown hair, light-skinned. When he was almost to them, the stranger held his hands up, palms out and turned. His fitted clothing revealed that he wasn't hiding any weapons on his person. He then bowed.

"It is an honor, Prince Skye, Prince River. I am Bartholomew."

"Why are we here?" Skye asked.

"My apologies for the unorthodox meeting. I assure you that you are in no danger and will soon be back enjoying the show. Unfortunately, you are very difficult to approach without a thousand eyes watching."

"Even if that's true, it gives you no right to kidnap us," River said.

"Why are we here? What did you want that you couldn't ask through normal channels?" Skye couldn't keep the anger out of his voice. He could feel his magic tingling on his skin, ready, in case something changed.

"I'm sorry we had to bring you here against your will. We didn't see any other options that wouldn't have put you or us in more danger. I'm an agent for 'A Better Empire,' not an important agent, just a spokesperson who is expendable if things go wrong."

"I've never heard of it," Skye said.

"They're the sponsors of the fundraiser you are attending. The group's mission is to provide hope for the future of were-creatures, chroma dragons, and others who face possible extinction. If you aren't aware, human recruitment is heavily controlled and policed, and most mates are assigned to metallics, while bringing women off the human colonies is prohibited. Our options are very limited. We need your support in helping to change this."

"You do realize I have no power or influence?" Skye objected while the memory of his own capture played in his mind. I'd hardly consider that recruitment, he thought. What did the others call it? Harvesting? He tried to push down his irritation so he could listen and not just react.

"You have a tremendous amount of influence, even if it is not 'official,' and you are the bond-mate of the future emperor."

"I gotta agree with Skye, most of his influence is jack-off material for young boys and what fashions to wear," River said. "This is a waste of our time."

"Geez, thanks River. Throw me under the bus."

"Heh, it's what brothers are for. But, I'm not sure I'm up for supporting any group that resorts to kidnapping. Sore point for me, you know?"

"Let's at least hear him out," Skye said.

"We had hoped that since you were at the fundraiser, you were already sympathetic to our cause," Bartholomew said.

"Honestly, I'm there because Emperor Darius and Prince Argos told me to be. So while I do support the idea, I know next to nothing about what's going on."

"But... that's even better! Implied support of the current Emperor?"

"Seriously? You have a messed up way of getting supporters. Why did you bring us here for this? It's hardly worth all the effort. Convince me why we shouldn't just have you arrested and be done with it?"

"It is worth it to us." Bartholomew rolled up his right sleeve, revealing an ornate Green Dragon 'tattoo.' "My mate is one of the only green dragons in his extended family to have been paired. I have three sons, Prince Skye. I would do absolutely anything to improve their chances and give them hope for the future. Because, right now, the odds of them ever finding a bond-mate are zero. If you and your brother are willing to support our cause, then maybe things will change. The conflict on the frontier is making the situation worse. Our sons are the first to be sent into battle. The first to die. We need hope. I'm just one example. The more we raise our voices, the more violently they try to squelch us."

Skye looked at River expecting a nod or a shake of his head. Sometimes he still forgot about their mind gifts.

We've seen it, Skye. Seen the reports of the attacks. You found evidence that the system was rigged. I don't like how they got us here but I do believe him. I also agree that I don't see how we're going to be able to help. As far as believing in the cause, I don't think there's even a question. Nik and I are both on board. How do you think Garrett would react?

He's a little more accepting of that's just how it is, but he thinks it's wrong. He won't object, but I'll have to be careful to not let him think I'm putting myself at risk.

"Bartholomew, I'm still not sure what you want from us. River and I both believe in your cause, and we think we can get our bond-mates on board as well," Skye said.

"We'd like you to join us and eventually be open about your support." Bartholomew held up his hand. "Not right away, for now, we'd like to be able to have a way to communicate with you. To share information on attacks and the persecution we're suffering. Perhaps you can get it to the right people? Also, you've openly accepted weres into your company. But where are the others? Are only gold dragons worthy? Having chromas in your guard and in your circle would go a long way to changing perceptions."

"No, I don't think only golds are worthy. I was asked to choose my men from the Imperial Guard," Skye said.

"But the Imperial Guard has no chromas. They have a few token were- shifters, even some of lesser metalics such as coppers and bronzes. You made waves when you danced the Dragon Dance with a black. Was that done just to cause a stir?" Bartholomew asked.

"No! Taleel is a friend. He's a general and a recognized leader."

"I understand," River said to Bartholomew before turning his gaze on Skye. "I get it, Skye. To the outside, we look like we support the status quo. Not that I don't love Mica, and our other gold dragons, but..."

Skye could feel the emotions from his wing-mates and knew that Mica saw the dilemma as well. Chaz could at least take solace in the fact that he represented the minority. Skye knew from the discussion back at the hotel that his wing, including his golds, supported this cause. Well, Mistral, what do you think? Any great dragon-sage wisdom?

'We look for ways to add to our wing and talk to the Emperor's mate. He is sneaky and probably already has a plan, he did send us to the gala,' Mistral responded. 'I wouldn't be surprised to learn he knew of this diversion beforehand.'

Skye groaned, and everyone looked at him. "Sorry, just a conversation with my dragon. Okay, Bartholomew, how do we start?"

"I have a data crystal for you. You can have your techs check it before using it, but you add it to your personal comm unit. It will allow you to confirm an operative if they present themselves to you. It will also allow us to send you encrypted messages. It's one-way. So it doesn't put us at risk."

"And if we need to get in touch with you?" River asked.

Bartholomew was quiet for a moment as he seemed to think about the question or options.

"I have an idea," Skye offered.

"Please," Bartholomew said.

"Do you have any agents in Lord Eluf's household?"

"I don't know. I have very little knowledge, that's why I was chosen for this meeting. I'm a counselor by trade, and they thought I would be good at convincing you. If things went wrong and somehow I was captured or interrogated, I know nothing that would expose anyone else. I was recruited for this sole duty."

"So, I assume you'll have to report back. If that's the case, an agent in Lord Eluf's house could be used. He's one of the few of those I know, who isn't in the government or associated with the palace." Skye didn't want to share that Eluf was one of his wing but that was part of his reason for the idea.

"I will do so. Are you ready to return?" Bartholomew pulled his belt and flipped it, bending the material so a hidden seam opened and he retrieved two small blue data crystals. He handed one to Skye and one to River.

"Bartholomew, please let your people know that if they ever do something like this again - take us against our will - I will not be held responsible for the survival of their agents. Now, how do we return?" River warned, securing his crystal.

"I understand," Bartholomew said with a bow. "Please return to the mobile platform and stand in one of the circles. The translocator will send you back. Thank you both. I apologize again on behalf of the movement for bringing you here against your will." He bowed again to both Skye and River and nodded to Chaz and Mica.

"I do hope your sons find mates, Bartholomew." Skye turned and stepped back up onto the platform.

"So do I. They are young and only my oldest has begun the change. So there's time. I want them to have a future. And I'll admit to the selfish desire to have grandchildren."

"Maybe we'll meet again, hopefully under better circumstances," Skye said looking around at the garden and realizing that he was a little too warm in the bright sun. Chaz and Mica had already taken their places, and River stepped up and carefully moved to the center of the remaining circle.

As soon as River was in place, each of the circles began to glow and soon a blue column of light surrounded them.

Shit, how could I forget this part, Skye thought as the disorientation and sense of vulnerability hit him. He closed his eyes and kept them closed until the feelings passed and he felt steady. He opened his eyes and saw the interior of the lift. The doors opened and they were back where they started.

"I still need to find the restroom," Skye said turning to Mica.

A nearby usher must have overheard. "Your Majesty, the restroom is just around that corner on the left."

"So not on a different friggin floor and no lift required," Skye muttered. It didn't help that River snickered and was soon joined by Chaz and Mica.

When Skye and River returned to the table, Garrett and Nik didn't even turn or look up. They were so enraptured with the performance by Wyrm Rider.

Can you believe this, River? They didn't even notice we were gone! We could have been killed, and left to die in the gutter halfway around the world, and they'd still be here fanboying!

River wrapped his arm around Skye and leaned in close. Let's be honest, if things had gone bad, and they were with us, we'd have been saving their asses. I got your back, bro. I love Nik, but we need to protect them and keep them away from this shit.

Skye hugged River back and leaned into him. Yeah, scary as hell, but I think you're right.

• Scene 5 *

Skye watched the military shuttle take off from the landing pad and let Mica pull him into his arms.

"You'll be fine," Mica whispered nuzzling into Skye's neck.

"I hope so. I'm going to miss him."

"Of course you will, he's your mate. But don't you think we better get back to the room and check on River's situation?"

"Hmph. Situation. That's one way to put it." Skye wasn't sure exactly what to do about River. Sending more of his men to his brother's bed seemed more like sending prisoners to the lion's den. Poor Nik, he was barely functional at breakfast, Skye thought. He could barely walk. The nectar helped but it didn't take away the need completely. Skye wondered if he wasn't remembering it clearly because it seemed that River's lust was even worse than his own. Shit, why did Beck and Kwill have to leave?

They walked into the common area of the suite where most of the wing was already gathered. Skye sat down on one of the big chairs when Bryan offered it to him. "You okay, boss?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Just going to check in on River."

"From here?" Bryan asked.

"Yeah, safer that way." Skye closed his eyes and then felt Bryan's strong hands begin massaging his neck and shoulders. He lowered his shields and followed the bond to River.

The remainder of the gala had been uneventful, and he and River were correct when they decided their mates never even noticed their absence. The most interesting thing was how upset Rebel had been when Kobor had disappeared right after serving the main course. He was left to do everything else himself for the remainder of the evening. Skye and Garrett had some amazing farewell sex and then, in the middle of the night, Skye startled awake by a painful erection and almost overwhelming lust. It only took seconds to figure out why - River.

Getting his brother shielded before he affected the whole wing was stressful but he managed. Skye was cautious as he connected with River. The lust from his change was still raging, and Skye got images of Gregg's muscled furry ass up in the air - him on all fours as River fucked him hard. Skye pulled back before he got caught up in the sensations. Oh well, doesn't look like he's anywhere close to sated, Skye thought.

He opened his eyes and sighed at the comforting pleasure as Bryan worked the tight muscles in his neck. "You been taking lessons from Venci?"

"No, why? Is he a masseuse?"

"Mmm hmm. Amazing hands..." Skye purred, or maybe it was Mistral.

"Oh, Faaatherrr Draggggonnnn," Bryan moaned.

"Many men hold tension in their glutes. A good hard, penetrating massage can do wonders for letting go of all that stress," Venci said in a deep sexy voice. "And Skye was being too kind. I have been trained in the art of massage, but I'm still a novice. Skye is very supportive of me practicing to hone my skills. Do you like what I'm doing, Bryan?"

"Fuck," Bryan grunted.

With Bryan so distracted, the nice massage had faltered, and Skye could think a little more clearly. "Guys, who is up next when River wears out Gregg?"

"Bryan," several of the guys shouted at once.

"Don't worry, Skye. He's going to be very ready," Venci laughed.

"And after Bryan?" Skye asked.

"You think he'll need more?" Mica asked in disbelief.

"I can shield him so we don't all end up in an orgy, but I haven't learned how Beck and Kwill dampen the need. I'm not sure it's good for him to drink any more nectar than he already is."

"Jos should be next after Bryan but..."

"But what? What's wrong with Jos?" Skye's first instinct was to reach out and get a read on his gold wing-mate. The first impression was depression, the second was severe loneliness.

Mica knelt down next to the chair and dropped his voice. "He's over there. Hasn't been quite right for days. We've tried cheering him up, he's just... not himself."

Skye stood and caught Bryan's eye. "Thanks for the neck rub, Bryan. You've got real potential in those hands." Skye found Jos staring out the window in the far corner of the room. His broad shoulders slouched.

"Hey."

Jos looked up, his eyes were red and puffy as if he'd been crying. "Hey."

"Want to tell me?"

Jos shrugged and turned to stare back out at the morning light on the cityscape. For once it wasn't raining.

Skye stepped in behind Jos and wrapped his arms around him, pressing into Jos's back and burying his face in the hair behind his ear. "Tell me," Skye whispered.

"I miss him so much." Jos's voice hitched as he spoke and Skye opened his shields a bit more to read his wing-mate. Too much and he might get caught up in River's lust, but he needed to know what was going on with Jos.

"Willow?

Jos nodded. "We talk every day, but it's not enough. It hurts so bad, and I can't even tell you why."

"You'll see him again soon. Once we're back in Capital City, you can take a day or two off. You've more than earned it, and you've had no downtime. Bet Willow could think of some things you two could do together."

Jos gave a weak laugh. "He's so excited about that garden. It's too early to plant, but he said he and Pops had been out getting things ready. He loves your grandpa you know?"

"Hey, he's a pretty special guy. I know grandma and grandpa have pretty much decided to adopt the entire wing as surrogate grandsons."

Jos turned in Skye's arms and leaned his head on Skye's shoulder. "I've never felt this for anyone before."

"Scary, isn't it?"

"Freaking terrifying. What am I gonna do? He's a nymph. I can't bond with a nymph - but the thought of giving him up tears me up so bad, I think I'd rather die."

"Jos," Skye tipped Jos's face up and looked into his blue eyes. "One day at a time. If he's the one for you, it will work." Skye felt guilty not telling Jos more. Mistral was certain that they could do for Willow what they'd done for Dillon. Skye could alter Willow to carry a dragonling and bond. But it wasn't time to share that secret.

"Thank you, Skye." Jos gave Skye a squeeze and excused himself.

"Can I bother you?" Venci asked coming up behind Skye.

"Sure, what's up?"

"I checked out the crystal, it looks clean. Now up to you. I'm sure the Emperor's people could do a more thorough check, but then you'd have to explain, and there are risks."

"I can't take that chance." Skye accepted the crystal and pulled back his sleeve. He activated his personal comm unit and opened the interface. He activated the crystal, and the holo displayed that the transfer had started. When it was complete, he handed the crystal back to Venci. "I assume it's worthless now, but destroy it just in case."

"Yes, sir. We can do River's when he's um... available."

"Sounds good."

"Sir?" Braden called as he approached.

Skye felt a little nervous, the look on Braden's face wasn't displaying his usual happy demeanor. "You have a secure holo call waiting. You'll want to take it in private, sir."

That didn't sound good. Skye's apprehension spiked as he stepped into his bedroom and closed the door. Braden transferred the call, and Skye sat down on the edge of the bed as the holo illuminated in the air.

"Son, it's good to see you. How are you?" Darius asked. From his surroundings, it was obvious that the Emperor was in his office at the Assembly. Then Prince Argos stepped in beside him, and Skye's stomach made an unpleasant flip.

"Tired, upset. Missing Garrett and ready to be home."

"I know it's difficult to be separated, unfortunately, sometimes we don't get to choose. He'll be back with you soon. We received official word that Claudius was one of the victims in the 'attack' as well as his partner Tiev."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Skye responded.

"Yes, well... things happen. We'll release an official statement later today," Darius said.

"Interestingly enough there's some new gossip stirring about some kind of relationship between you and the Vampire Lord. You wouldn't know anything about that would you, Skye?" Argos asked.

Skye might have been more nervous if it weren't for Argos's telling smile. "I might have let it slip to my server when we were at the Gala, that Lord Eluf and I share some ancestry. He noticed the strong resemblance."

Argos burst out laughing. "You are my son. No doubts in my mind. Perfect, Skye. I already have my people working on it. It won't be 'official' of course, but we will make sure that the major gossip purveyors pick up the story. No one will even notice the news about Darius's brother."

"I hope what I did won't cause problems," Skye said trying his best for remorse and guilt.

"No, Skye. I can attest that Argos was quite pleased. But. We still have some public relations challenges. We need you to stay in Caris through tomorrow so that it doesn't look odd. Also, the bigger issue is our people have reported that your popularity is waning."

"Isn't that just because I'm old news?" Skye asked.

"No, sweetheart. It's because you've been too squeaky clean. Too 'human.' Your initial exposure was very dragon, a warrior, aroused in the passion of battle and covered in blood. Since your bonding ceremony, you've been the perfect dutiful and doting bond-mate. Not even looking at another dragon. All in all, boring." Argos finished and threw up his hands.

"Unfortunately, Skye, it's very un-dragon-like behavior. We're a lustful and passionate people. We need to bolster your popularity and get people to think of you as strong and passionate," Darius explained.

"The young men want to fantasize about you, Skye. If you're seen as weak and monogamous what chance do they have? How can they dream about their chance with you if it's obvious you only have eyes for Garrett?" Argos added.

"But you both know that's not true! As much as I want it to be," Skye added with a mutter. "I have a whole wing of men I can't keep my hands off, no matter how hard I friggin try!"

"But they don't know that," Argos said.

"We want you to go clubbing tonight - Dragon Clubbing. Your men will understand and know what to do. Argos's people have already made the appropriate arrangements. They'll be expecting you, and more importantly, the media has been tipped off. They'll be out in force." Darius looked serious - as in I'm giving you marching orders serious.

"Yes, sir." Skye agreed. How bad can it be? I have to go out, have some drinks and dance. I'll probably be surrounded by my guards anyway.

"I'm glad you understand, Skye. Being in the public eye has its burdens as we told you when you joined our family. And yet, you also have many privileges that most dragons only dream about. We all do our part. We'll see you soon, son. We love you." Darius ended the holo without even giving Skye a chance to respond.

• Scene 6 *

Venci sat at the table across from Skye with several screens pulled up, hanging in mid-air.

"I received the information on tonight's reservations and what's expected. I've already sent Gilian and Dillon out shopping."

"Shopping?"

"We didn't bring the right type of clothing to fit in with where we're going. Dillon has everyone's sizes and measurements, and he helped research what would be most appropriate. Believe it or not, he already had something for you. He's picking up stuff for the guys going with you."

"Who's going with me?"

"Mica, of course, Chaz, Jayce, Gregg, Bryan, and Braden. Jos and Gilian will stay here. Is River in any condition to go out?"

"God, no. That would be really bad. We need Nik and my brother to stay here."

"That's sort of what we thought."

"What about you?" Skye asked.

"I will be there, but not with the group. I'll be working the crowd and helping to manage the media."

"Venci, everyone knows you work for me, it's hardly a secret. You'll be recognized."

"Very unlikely, trust me."

Skye didn't want to argue but really doubted it.

"So I understand clubbing, but I kind of got the sense from Darius that 'Dragon Clubbing' was somehow different. What am I missing?" Skye watched as Venci visibly squirmed in his seat. He then got the very clear mental thought that Venci did not want to explain. "Venci?"

"Wouldn't you rather discuss this with Garrett?"

"Garrett's on a transport on his way to the space docks. I promised I wouldn't disturb him unless it was urgent. He needs to focus on his tasks so he can come back to me. Now, tell me."

Venci took a deep breath and sighed. "I know you're struggling with dragon culture and don't always find our ways acceptable."

"Venci, you're stalling."

Venci's eyes met Skye's. "That's because you may either freeze my ass or fry it depending on what's fastest when you find out. I do have some sense of self-preservation. How about if I go out, find a nice secluded spot, and give you a vid call?"

"You're confusing me with River, I don't have that kind of temper."

Skye watched Venci roll his eyes. "No, if it were River I'd try not to be on the same planet. Fine, you want to know? Here's the quick version. When dragons go clubbing, they drink, maybe do some recreational drugs, dance, get rowdy, and fuck. In public. Dragons find it socially acceptable to hook up and get 'very' intimate on the dance floor, the table, bar, or anywhere else they find. I'm sure in some secret pocket of life on Earth, they do something similar. Here on Draga, that is the norm. As they say: Everyone is doing it."

Skye sat stunned. Yes, he'd heard of clubs like that on Earth. Not that he ever expected to see one. But... Father and Pater had both as much as ordered him to do this. To have sex in public? Holy shit. I have to have misunderstood.

"I can see the wheels spinning, Skye. I'm not teasing you or playing games. Clubbing, and most definitely at the venue we're visiting, nudity, sex, and even all-out orgy is an every night occurrence."

"Oh, God." Skye couldn't seem to catch his breath as the reality of what was expected hit him. He was gasping by the time he felt Venci's hands massaging his temples and then his neck.

"Breathe, Skye. Count your breaths. In and out. You can do this."

Skye tried but... was Garrett going to be okay with this? He felt another presence as someone took his hands and began massaging them as Venci worked on his neck.

"It's okay, Skye. We've got you," Mica whispered. "We'll reach out to Garrett. I already sent him a message letting him know. You've got us with you. We'll take care of you. You trust us, right?"

Skye opened his eyes and saw his surfer dude between his knees smiling up at him in concern. His blue eyes looked so inviting and his blond hair, so soft and touchable. He didn't trust himself to speak or even reach out with his mind. He nodded. Mistral...

'I do not understand why you are so distraught.'

Shit, of course you don't. You're a dragon, Skye retorted in his mind.

'WE are. You try to make it sound like you're not connected and being a dragon is somehow distasteful. Surely I misunderstood,' Mistral replied.

Skye tried to think. Yes, that was what he was thinking but... No, Mistral was right. Skye was a dragon now. He belonged more to this world than the one he left behind and how could he think 'less' of any creature as magnificent as Mistral, or River's dragon, or Garrett's. No, he had to pull up his big-boy pants and deal.

Skye could feel Mistral's sense of satisfaction even if the dragon didn't speak it. Skye took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"So you guys will help me, right?"

"Of course," Mica said. He released Skye's hands and began rubbing his thighs. "You will be magnificent."

"Yeah, right. I'll muddle through and hopefully not embarrass myself beyond repair." Skye paused as he felt Garrett in his mind.

Can you hear me? Garrett asked in his mind.

Of course. Guessing you got Mica's message?

I am so sorry I'm not there for you, baby. I can't hide that I'm incredibly jealous, but I can see where Father and Pater are coming from. If it helps, I think they're right, and I believe it will increase your popularity. I also know how hard it will be for you.

So you're okay with this?

I know you want me to say no. I can't. I want you to do this, and I want you to trust our wing. If you pick up any negative emotions, it's only my regret that I can't be joining you and watching all those men want what I have. I may be stupid for offering this, but if there is any way I can make this up to you, I'll do it.

Skye smiled. Hmm. I will give that some serious thought. I'm sure I can come up with something. I'd ask if your parents are always going to do things like this, but then, I already know the answer.

Love you, Skye. I've got to go.

Love you too, Garrett. Skye realized that he had a tendency to close his eyes when he was mind-speaking, picturing the person. "Okay, I'm back."

"May I distract you, Skye?" Mica asked.

"What did you have in mind?" Skye read the thought as soon as he asked. "So you're willing to fall on your sword for me?"

"I was thinking more of falling on your sword. Maybe over and over again until it put a smile on your face."

Skye burst out laughing. "Ha ha. Geez, do dragons think of anything but sex?"

"Sometimes food," Mica said with a pained expression as if it took real thought to come up with that.

"Fuck it, come on." Skye stood carefully, trying not to step on Mica or knock the chair into Venci. He noticed the surprised gasp at his f-bomb. The wing expected it regularly from River, from Skye, not so much. He took Mica's hand and lifted him to his feet. He knew he was getting spillover from River. He'd dropped his shields enough that his brother's lust had leaked through, igniting Skye's own.

Within seconds Skye was on the bed watching Mica strip in front of him. It was a beautiful sight. Mica wasn't as big as Garrett but was very well muscled. More like a fitness model than a bodybuilder. Ripped, hard, and smooth in a rich gold-toned hue. His blond hair and blue eyes again reminded Skye of the surf and sand. He could almost smell the ocean breeze and hints of pina colada sunscreen watching Mica's crawl forward. His beautiful cock already hard and wet.

"You have too many clothes on." Mica carefully undid Skye's shirt and pulled it off before working his pants off of his hips. "Mmm. Can't wait to get that beautiful dick in my mouth."

"Mica..." Skye interrupted lifting Mica's chin to look at him. "This time, I want you to make love to me. I want to feel you inside me as you kiss me."

"Are you sure? You know how much I like riding you."

"I like that too, but right now, I want you to hold me tight as you fill me."

Skye felt a tear slip down his cheek as he saw and felt Mica's response. "I'd love too. But first, I'm going to get you ready so there's nothing but blissful pleasure."

"HOLY!" Skye gasped as Mica took his cock into his throat with no warning and no build up. He began sucking as his hands found Skye's tender bits and reminded him that he was more of a sexual creature than he'd ever believed.

When Skye reached the point he thought he'd cum in Mica's mouth, his golden lover pulled back and lifted his legs, burying his tongue in Skye's hole. Skye briefly considered pulling his magic to return the favor and pleasure Mica, but he was too far gone. All he could think about was the incredible pleasure of Mica's mouth on his entrance and how much he looked forward to having Mica's cock inside him.

"You have the best tasting dragon hole ever," Mica growled before sliding his tongue in and out of Skye's opening.

Mistral, you said we are addictive. Did you mean our seed or is it more?

'Mmm. All of us. Our touch, our scent, our presence, but our seed and our juices are the strongest. Intimacy with us for our wing-mates - those bonded to us - is like blood for a vampire. This is why you must stop fighting and accept. Do you wish to cause them pain? Because over time, if they go without, it will become painful,' Mistral said in his mind.

This is way too serious to be discussing when I have a tongue up my ass and want nothing more than to have him inside me.

'There is nothing to discuss.' Mistral's tone made it clear he thought Skye was being difficult.

"Please, Mica, I'm ready for you."

Mica used the flat of his tongue and licked along Skye's quivering opening, following the trail, up and around his balls before taking Skye's cock in his mouth to capture all of the leaking pre-cum. He growled sending vibrations into Skye's core. Mica's tongue ran up Skye's Adonis belt then returned and followed the center crevice between his abs, teasing his belly button before moving up his body. He veered left and took Skye's nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the hard nub until Skye moaned, arching his back as his need built.

"You are so responsive. I like knowing I get to you." Mica moved to the other nipple and then pressed his lips against Skye's, opening and letting their tongues play.

Skye felt Mica's cock at his entrance, gently pushing and then he was sliding home. Filling Skye with ripples of pleasure as his body pulled the warm man-flesh into his body. He again appreciated the changes he'd received with his transformation. There was no burn, no pain, just a glorious and sensuous fullness as his nubs caressed Mica, communicating back to his brain every inch of the dick inside him. The shape and feel of the head, the ridge, the bulge that ran from his glans to his root on the underside, even how the shaft got slightly narrower at his base.

Skye welcomed Mica's kiss and how they explored each other, as their bodies came together, flesh against flesh. Skye lifted his legs and wrapped them around Mica, using his heels to dig into the muscled ass and pull him in tighter.

"You feel so good," Skye whispered. He looked up at the handsome face, at how the warm sunlight shined through his golden hair. He remembered back to their first time when Skye was as overwhelmed by the change as River was now. The seduction and the first time he saw Mica's body and how badly he'd wanted him. The incredible mutual blowjobs before he'd felt Mica take him and fill him with his seed for the first time.

Skye opened himself to Mica and let his lover share his mind. It wasn't as pure or as intense as it was with Garrett. Sensations were somewhat muted but still strong enough to build the intensity and make their love- making more.

The sharing was enough to push Mica over the edge. Skye gripped Mica's golden globes and pulled him tight against his body as Mica came. He could feel the heat and wetness of Mica's spend filling him. He continued to kiss Mica and eat his cries of pleasure as his own body began to erupt between them. His seed caught between their bodies.

Mica let his weight fall onto Skye, turning his head to catch his breath. Skye wrapped his legs and arms around Mica holding him tight. You're right, Mistral. How could anything that feels this good be wrong? I can feel his joy and happiness and the sense of belonging. He needed this.

'He did. They all do.' Mistral was purring in satisfaction, and Skye could feel how pleased his dragon was to hold Mica, feeling the warmth of his body wrapped in his arms.

Mica lifted his head and was apparently going to give Skye a quick kiss before extracting himself - or so his thoughts said. Skye had other ideas and kissed Mica back with passion, moving his hands up to Mica's head to hold him in place as he pivoted his body and rolled over, putting Mica underneath him.

"Thank you, that was amazing," Mica whispered.

"Oh no, Surfer Dude. We're not done yet." Skye gently lifted himself and then turned around, taking Mica into his mouth as he gave Mica a choice.

"Oh, yeah," Mica said before sucking in Skye's cock.

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The Family:

• Argos D' Or Drakken, human, Prince, bond-mate to Darius, 'Pater' of Garrett, Zopyros, Kleitos, & Nikias. Adoptive father of Christos. Born on Earth - Greece. Has some characteristics and magic of a red dragon but not a dragon form. Artist.

• Christos D' Or Drakken, were-panther, Prince (without rights of succession), adopted son of Darius and Argos. Born on Draga. Student. A member of Skye's wing.

• Claudius D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, without royal rank, brother of Darius. Executed for Treason.

• Darius D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Emperor, Father of Garrett, Zopyros, Kleitos, and Nikias, Adoptive father of Christos and bond-mated to Argos.

• Garrett D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, oldest son of Darius/Argos, assumed heir to the Empire, bond-mate to Skye Tomas Eklund. Commander within Galicon. A member of Skye's wing.

• Kleitos D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, third son of Darius/Argos. Medic. A Member of Skye's wing.

• Nikias D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, fourth son of Darius/Argos, bond-mate to River Markus Eklund. Student. A member of Skye's wing. Temero: Astrogation and Engineering

• River Markus Eklund D'Or Drakken, platinum dragon. Prince, bond-mate to Nikias. Born human on Earth - U.S.A. Student. A member of Skye's wing. Temero: Tactical and Weapons

• Skye Tomas Eklund D'Or Drakken, platinum dragon, Prince, bond-mate to Garrett. Born human on Earth - U.S.A. Temero: Communications and Medical

• Tiev D' Or Drakken, blue dragon, partner of Claudius. Executed for Treason.

• Zopyros D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, currently without royal rank, second son of Darius/Argos. Medic specializing in non-dragon/magical species. Being held by the priesthood in penance for crimes against the Royal family.

• Charlie Eklund, human, grandfather of Skye and River, married to Nancy. Born on Earth - U.S.A.

• Nancy Eklund, human, grandmother of Skye and River, married to Charlie. Born on Earth - U.S.A.

• Rilien Eklund, (formerly Rilien Meadowdove), Elf, 5'6" often described as delicate and pretty with fair skin, ash-blond hair, and green eyes. He has a slender, fit build. Rilien has magical ability and is expected to become a mage. His father was a high elf mage, his mother was a meadow elf married to Tiberius Meadowdove. Skye's ward and a member of his wing.

• Willow Eklund, Nymph, 5'10" muscular and voluptuous, large dark nipples, with golden green skin, blue and green eyes, and greenish blond hair. Skye's ward and member of his wing.

Skye's Wing: (excluding family relations)

• Beckus "Beck," psion, 4'7" (138.4 cm), blue skin, blue eyes, and white hair. Bonded as a pair with River and also a Member of Skye's wing. Son of Kwill.

• Braden Thomas, Ensign, gold dragon, 5'10" robust, dark blond hair, round face, pale gold skin, light blue eyes - Personal Assistant to Prince Skye and Prince Garrett. Member of Skye's wing. Previously served in HealthCorps.

• Bryan O'Dell, gold dragon, 5'10", bodybuilder, red hair, pale complexion, and emerald green eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Biology and Anthropology

• Chaz Blackclaw, were-dagger, 6'1", Ranger - athletic build, medium complexion, shoulder-length dark brown, wavy hair, chiseled face with dark brows and lashes, a neatly trimmed beard and striking blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Security

• Corey Armstrong, human. College mate of Skye from earth. 5'11", fit, athletic build, dark tan, brown hair, brown eyes. Former Prince Consort to King Tertian of Pembra. Bonded to Ronan D'Or Talon, a gold dragon. Member of Skye's wing.

• Dillon, Elf, 5'9" slender and fit with auburn hair and green eyes. Grandson of the former Queen Caladwen and brother of Gilian. Serve's as Skye and Garrett's valet but is treated more like family. Biologically changed by Skye's magic - enabling him to bond and carry a dragonling. A member of Skye's wing.

• Lord Eluf Sorenson - formerly human, Vampire King. 6'2", lean, fit build with white blond hair and blue eyes. Dark ivory skin. Distant ancestor of Skye and River. Due to bonding with Skye must feed on dragon blood. Member of Skye's wing.

• Feired Fornay, silver dragon, 5' 11", slender swimmer's build, pale complexion, silver-white shoulder-length, straight hair, pale blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Food Services

• Fiske Abusson, gold dragon, 6', lean muscled swimmer's build, warm gold skin, slender hips, thick, straight shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Surveillance and Data Analysis

• Gilian, elf, Ranger, 5'4", slender athletic build, long, rich brown hair and brilliant green eyes. Sister of Dillon and granddaughter of Queen Caladwen. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Botany

• Greggory Wolf, werewolf, 6', muscled athletic build, short dark beard, dark hair, and pale green eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Geology and Archeology

• Jayce Roberts, gold dragon, 5'10", pretty, ripped athletic build, notable 'v' torso, curly shoulder-length, golden brown hair, brown eyes with gold starburst. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Medical

• Jerrick Lopez, copper dragon, long auburn braids, 6'1", ripped, swimmers build, copper skin, dark brown eyes. Part of Protectorate Patrol and a medic. Member of Skye's wing.

• Jos Trall, gold dragon, 5'9", bodybuilder, red-gold hair, skin more bronze than gold, blue eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Ship's Systems

• Kuai Lung, Chinese gold dragon, Asian in appearance, 5'6", ripped, slender build, black shoulder length hair, large dark eyes, and a pretty face. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Ship's Systems and Programming

• Kwill, psion, 4'8" (143.5 cm), blue skin, black hair, bonded partner with Skye. Member of Skye's wing.

• Leesai Tedurian, Felecian, female 6'6", muscled and ripped, skin is a deep golden brown and has a mane of light brown hair, yellow cat's eyes, a little larger and set farther apart, cheekbones more pronounced than a human's, has a tail. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Security

• Mica Kaber, gold dragon, 6'2", lean athletic build, shoulder-plus length, blond hair, blue eyes, Skye refers to him as his "surfer dude." Leader of Skye's guard and member of his wing. Temero: Engineering and Maintenance

• Quinn Corbin, gold dragon, 5'11", muscled athletic build, short-cropped dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Member of the guard and Skye's wing. Temero: Tactical and Weapons

• Taleel Del Nuit - General, black dragon, 6'3", ebony skin, pointed ears, silver/mercury colored eyes, shiny, straight black hair often worn in a top knot with ponytail. Bodybuilder physique. Part of Protectorate Patrol and decorated General in Ground Forces. Member of Skye's wing.

• Teak Swallowfly, fairy, with a human form 5'11", large colorful wings that become a tattoo when he shifts to human. Athletic build, golden brown, curly hair to his shoulders, bright blue eyes, rich, warm brown skin. Former thief and spy and noted hacker. Now works with Pater's agents on clandestine research and spying for Skye. Member of Skye's wing.

• Venci Lopez, copper dragon, lean, slender build, auburn pompadour, copper skin, dark brown eyes. Senior Personal Assistant to Prince Skye and Prince Garrett. Member of Skye's wing.

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