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Maiden Flight 

Dragon Knights Book 1 

 

Bianca D’Arc 


Dedication 

 

To Jess—my patient, thoughtful, whip-cracking editor. I couldn’t 
have done it without you! Thanks for believing in dragons. 


 

 


Chapter One 

 

Belora tracked the stag through the forest. Carefully chosen for this 
hunt, the stag was older, past the prime of his life, and would feed her 
small family of two for more than a month if she and her mother used it 
wisely. On silent feet, she followed him down to the water, a small trickle 
of a stream that fed into the huge lake beyond. 

Taking careful aim with her bow, Belora offered up a silent prayer of 
hope and thanks to the Mother of All, and to the spirit of the stag that 
would give its life so that she and her mother could live. She loosed the 
arrow, watching it sail home to her target, embedding itself deep in the 
stag’s heart. Her aim was true. 

As expected, the stag took off, pumping away the last of its life in a 
desperate attempt to escape. She followed, saddened by the poor 
creature’s flight, but knowing it must be so. The old stag ran into a 
clearing, flailing wildly. He was nearing his end, she knew, and again she 
prayed to the Mother of All that it would be swift. 

The stag faltered in its running stride, a shadow seeming to pass 
over from above. A moment later, the stag was gone, clasped tightly in a 
magnificent dragon’s talons, winging away toward the far end of the 
small clearing. 

Belora took off as fast as her tired feet would carry her, after the 
dragon who had stolen her prize. 

 


Coming out of the swooping dive, the dragon neatly pinned the 
stag's quivering body between the talons of his right foreleg. He'd made a 
clean kill, stabbing the beast through the heart with his sharp talon even 
before lifting it into the air. It struggled for a few moments more, then lay 
dead in his grasp. The dragon rejoiced in the skillful kill. 

He came to a neat landing nearby and dropped the dead stag to the 
ground with satisfaction. That's when he noticed the little stick 
protruding from the other side of the beast. It was an arrow. 

"Oh no, you don't!" 

The irate, high pitched human voice made the dragon look up 
quizzically at the small female now facing him down with hands perched 
in tight fists on her hips. A longbow was slung over her shoulder, the 
string resting between generous breasts that heaved in irritation. 

"I shot that stag well before you swooped down and picked him up. 
He's my kill. What's more, that stag will feed me and my mother for a 
month or more. For you, he's just a snack! You leave him be." 

She fairly glowed with indignant anger and it was truly a sight to 
behold. Luminous green eyes sparkled in her pretty, flushed face. She 
seemed to have no fear of him, fearsome dragon that he was, with blood 
on his talons and fire in his eyes. She had courage all right, and it 
impressed the hell out of him. 

He could feel her anger, and a rudimentary channel opened between 
her mind and his. She was one of the rare humans then, who could 
communicate with his kind. This intrigued him, and one thought kept 
running through his mind—Gareth had to see this. 

 

What's your name, pretty one? The dragon spoke directly into her 
mind, surprising her a bit, but her mother had told her stories about the 


dragon she’d known as a child. Belora knew dragons communicated with 
humans mind to mind. It was part of their ancient magic. 

"I’m Belora." She renewed her forceful stance. She could not let this 
dragon sense any fear. She needed that stag. "Will you yield my kill to 
me?" 

Why are you not afraid of my kind? Do you know dragons? 

"Not me. My mother knew a dragon once though. She told me about 
your kind." Belora knew she had to convince him soon. The longer this 
dragged on, the more likely he was to haul her before some tribunal for 
poaching. "So what about the stag?" 

From where I stand, it was my talon that made the kill. Not your puny 
arrow. But you have a good argument. I'll give you that. 

The dragon moved closer to her as she fumed in response, but she 
didn’t realize she was being set up until it was much too late. While she 
ranted and argued with him, the dragon moved in closer still, until he 
had the stag wrapped in the talons on one huge foreleg and she was 
much too close to the other. Just as she realized her mistake, he 
swooped in and made his move. 

He reached out quicker than thought and snapped the padded digits 
of his left foreleg around her waist, trapping her arms inside the cage his 
wickedly sharp talons made around her. She screamed in frustration and 
more than a bit of fear. The dragon only chuckled. 

Don't worry little one. The dragon beat his huge wings two or three 
times and then they were airborne. She couldn’t help the little yelp of 
fright that escaped as her feet left the ground. He could easily just open 
his claw and drop her to the ground far below. That would solve his 
problem quite easily, she thought with growing horror. 

But dragons were supposed to be noble creatures! In all the tales 
she’d heard about dragons, she’d never heard of one going to such 


lengths to toy with a human before. They were mankind’s friends, not 
enemies, and they weren’t supposed to go around snatching up maidens 
only to hurtle them to their deaths. 

As they gained altitude and he did not release her to die a nasty and 
painful death, she began to calm. She was held in one foreleg, the slain 
deer in the other. She looked around and realized she had never seen 
such a beautiful sight. The view from above was breathtaking. She could 
see the huge mountain lake as they approached it, and if she craned her 
neck to look behind, she could see the forest canopy, green and fertile, 
hiding the secrets of the creatures that lived within. 

She and her mother lived there, under the thick cover of trees, and 
had for many years. It was their haven, their home. Nothing as magical 
as this had ever happened to Belora, living isolated in the forest, and she 
decided to enjoy this moment out of time, flying high above the world. 
She would likely never have the chance again, for it was rare that a 
dragon transport a human that was not his knight partner. She knew 
that from the stories and legends the old ones told of knights and 
dragons. Even her mother, who had been friends with a dragon in her 
youth, had never flown with one. It was a rare and magical experience. 

Do you like the view, little one? 

“It’s beautiful!” Belora had to shout to be heard over the racing wind. 

The dragon chuckled smokily, thoughtfully directing the stream of 
smoke out behind him and away from her. She realized from the gesture 
that he was well used to being around humans and carrying them as he 
flew, but she guessed he didn’t carry too many in his claws. The legends 
all said knights rode on the backs of their dragon partners. 

“Where are you taking me?” She pulled her eyes from the gorgeous 
vista long enough to question her predicament. If he was taking her to a 


tribunal, she was in big trouble. She’d rather know now if she would be 
facing arrest when they landed. 

Fear not, little one. I said you had a good case for the stag. We will let 
the knight decide. 

They cruised over the edge of the large mountain lake. The water 
sparkled below as the dragon dropped a bit lower. A moist breeze off the 
water teased her senses. 

"What knight?" 

Rather than calming her fears, the news that there was a knight in 
the area only made things worse. She’d been poaching, plain and simple. 
Mere peasants weren't allowed to kill the deer to feed their families, but 
the dragons were welcome to them as a snack at any time. 

That knight, the dragon thought back at her. It took her a moment to 
understand his meaning, but when she looked down and just ahead of 
them, she saw a sleek male body cutting through the waters of the lake. 
He swam like a fish or like one of the great sea creatures she had heard 
stories about. She found herself distracted by the sun gleaming off the 
powerful muscles of his arms as he sliced through the water, heading for 
shore. Something about the man’s hard body pulled at her most feminine 
core though she had never felt the like before. 

I am Kelvan and that’s Gareth, my knight. 

Her eyes followed the man cutting through the waters below. She’d 
never seen a dragon in person before, much less a knight. Surprisingly, 
the hard-muscled man intrigued her even more than the amazing blue-
green dragon who spoke so effortlessly in her mind. 

The thought gave her pause. She’d met any number of men from the 
nearby village and never had such a reaction to the mere sight of one, 
but there was something about this man. Without even seeing his face 
clearly, she felt something deep down inside her stir to life. It was as if 


something in him called out to her – to the deep parts of her femininity 
that had never been awakened before. She wanted to know this man. She 
wanted to see him smile, and she wanted to know what those shining 
muscles would feel like under her hands. 

The thought shocked her. Shocked, and excited her, if she were being 
honest. The thought of his strong arms wrapped around her made her 
insides quiver. The thought of his lips trailing over her untried body 
caused moisture to blossom between her thighs. She felt desire for this 
unknown man, the likes of which she had never experienced, but oh, 
how she wanted to experience it now! 

The scandalous thought roused her from her contemplation of the 
handsome man. He was just a knight, she tried to tell herself. She didn’t 
even know him. He would probably be old and unattractive when she 
finally saw his face clearly. No matter what she tried to tell herself, 
though, she kept looking back at the man cutting through the water so 
effortlessly, as if drawn. She tried to shake off the almost magnetic pull 
the man had on her, but it was surprisingly hard. 

“You're a fighting dragon, then?” 

The dragon didn't grace her obvious statement with an answer. 

“There are no dragon enclaves this far east. Where do you hail 
from?” 

Not that it is any of your business, but the king has asked us to set up 
a new Lair just to the south of here. You will be seeing more of us 
patrolling the skies in days to come. 

“But why?” His startling news was enough to make her forget the 
knight for the moment. “The border with Skithdron has been peaceful for 
many years.” She knew it had not always been so. The wild skiths—
snake-like creatures larger than five full-grown men who spit deadly 


burning venom—were often found along the border region, harrying 
herds and killing unsuspecting farmers who crossed their paths. 

The native skiths gave the neighboring kingdom its name and 
heraldic symbol, much as the dragons were the symbol of her land, but 
that’s where all similarity ended. Dragons were reasoning creatures of 
high intelligence where skiths were pack hunters intent only on killing 
and destruction. It was rumored they could be herded against the enemy, 
and in legends of older times, it was believed this border region had been 
decimated by herds of skiths sent as a first wave by the neighboring 
army that had almost taken the region completely. The only thing that 
saved the land had been the native dragons, fighting the hated skiths 
back with flame. It was the only thing a full-grown skith was afraid of. 

The dragon directed a stream of rumbling smoke away from her as 
he scoffed. Her mother had warned her that when dragons became angry 
they sometimes had a hard time controlling their fire. 

Skithdron has a new king. One not worthy of the title. War is coming. 
It is only a question of when. Again there was a belch of smoke that he 
thoughtfully directed out behind them as he flew. 

“I didn’t know.” She tried to quell the frightened quaver in her voice 
as she shouted to be heard over the rushing wind. 

She knew things had to be serious indeed if the king had sent a 
contingent of knights and fighting dragons to make their home on the 
border. Her chest tightened as she realized they could be in serious 
danger. They might have to flee yet again, losing the snug little home in 
the forest that had sheltered them safely for so long. 

“Thank heaven the king sent you here. We’re all but unprotected 
here on the border.” 

Not anymore. The dragon seemed to chuckle and preen as he circled 
lower, searching for a landing site. 


Gareth, I've got a live one here. The dragon communicated 
telepathically with his partner, who still cut through the waters below. 

You found your deer then? I'm almost through with my swim. We can 
get back underway as soon as you finish your snack. 

Not quite. The dragon swooped lower as he prepared to land on the 
far shore. There was a poacher there before me and we quarreled over the 
kill. I've brought her to you to decide who keeps the stag. 

Her? 

Indeed, the dragon replied dryly. She has no fear of my kind and the 
ability to communicate with us too. I thought you ought to see her before 
we departed. 

Intriguing. The knight neared shore as the dragon landed lightly, 
setting both the deer and his wriggling human burden down on the 
ground gentle as could be. 

Hmm. Beautiful too. And feisty. 

Beautiful? 

In the way of humans. Quite beautiful, I believe. And quite upset with 
me. She did not come willingly. 

He released her, sat back, and watched the little human fume at 
him. She raged and paced, shrieking about being taken by force, but the 
dragon paid her words no mind. Gareth would sort her out soon enough. 
In the meantime, she was quite amusing to watch with her antics. 

 

Gareth got his first look at the woman —girl, really—as he stepped 
from the water. The cool wetness of the water as it sluiced down his 
limbs barely registered in his mind as he strode toward the girl. She 
stomped around, ineffectively arguing in front of the impassive dragon. 
Gareth was struck by her lithe form, her soft hair waving in the warm 
summer wind, and the passion in her stance. She showed absolutely no 


fear of Kelvan, his dragon partner, though he outsized her many times 
over. No, this little woman was fearless and rather focused in her anger. 

She was too thin as well. It was more than obvious that she needed 
that stag to feed herself and her family. If they were all as thin as she 
was, they needed much more than just the one stag. Perhaps he and 
Kelvan could do something to help her the next time they came through 
this way, he thought absently, not even realizing he was already looking 
forward to the next time he could see the girl. 

He knew almost immediately that he wanted to see her again. 
Something about her drew him. There was a light in her, a fire that 
called to him. He didn’t understand it, but it was beyond question. She 
pulled him in like a moth to a flame and he went willingly. The fire in her 
glittering green gaze mesmerized and the vulnerability in her bowed lips 
made him want to fall to his knees and give her everything he had, 
everything he was. The desire to please her, to protect her and cherish 
her blindsided him. He didn’t even know her! Yet everything about her 
called to him. He watched as she berated the dragon – or tried to – 
Kelvan seemed just as in awe of her as he was. 

She worked up a good head of steam as he neared, though she 
seemed completely unaware of his approach. Kelvan shifted his head, 
finally alerting her to his presence. She turned to face him, gasped, and 
suddenly stopped talking. 

Maybe it was because he was naked, he realized belatedly, enjoying 
the way her eyes seemed glued to his groin. Of course, such attention 
caused his staff to grow rapidly, as did the enchanting stain of 
embarrassment on her cheeks. Slowly, he reached for his clothing, which 
lay in a pile only feet from where she stood, still watching him. 

“Keep looking at me like that, mistress, and you will reap the 
consequences.” 


The girl gasped as her eyes shot up to his. Finally. Her mouth closed 
with a snap as she seemed to gather her wits. 

“Your pardon, my lord, but I’m not used to meeting unclothed 
knights of the realm.” 

The sarcasm fairly dripped from her words and he grew even more 
intrigued. He shrugged into his shirt, leaving it unlaced for the moment 
and faced her, now clothed more decently in breeches and shirt. 

“My partner here tells me you claim this very large stag as your kill.” 

He thought his statement masterfully done, complimenting her 
hunting skill while making no mention of the fact that they all knew she 
had been poaching. The fact that she was in the wrong according to the 
law bothered him much less than the thinness of her lithe little body. He 
would rather she take the deer and feed herself and her family. Kelvan 
could always hunt another or wait until they arrived back at the Lair to 
feed fully. He knew from long association with dragon kind that it would 
be no hardship for the huge creature who was his dearest friend in the 
world and closest companion. 

“I shot him well before this great lug lumbered in from above.” 

Lumbered! I’m insulted. I never lumber. 

“Mistress—” Gareth shook his head theatrically. “You have insulted 
a dragon. That is never wise.” 

The petite beauty looked up over her shoulder at the dragon and 
rolled her eyes. 

“All right then, how about swooped in majestically?” She paused to 
see the dragon’s reaction and then went for the kill. “And stole my deer.” 

Kelvan snorted, careful to keep his flame far from the humans, 
though he choked the woman momentarily with his sooty wheeze. While 
she coughed, Gareth smiled up at his partner. 

This is a strange one indeed. And quite as beautiful as you said. 


She lights your fire, then? 

Gareth had to fake a cough to hide his start of laughter. Indeed. 

Good. You need a hard fuck. You’ve been much too tense lately. I’ll go 
hunt another deer while you settle things with the girl. 

Kelvan winged away, blowing the slight woman straight into his 
knight’s arms, belching dragon laughter as he headed back toward the 
forest. The shell-shocked girl looked up at the knight, clinging to him to 
hold her steady in the fierce wind created by the dragon’s massive wings. 

“Where’s he going?” 

Gareth smiled down at her, holding her tightly in his arms. “To hunt 
another deer. You can have the stag, with our compliments.” 

Her whole face lit up and it was a sight to behold Gareth realized 
this young woman possessed more than mere beauty. She had a light 
that radiated from within the likes of which he had seldom seen before. A 
rare jewel, indeed, and he knew he must have her, if only for this 
moment. 

“Really?” Her wide eyes held hope for the first time and happiness 
that made her glow. 

“Yes, really.” He tightened his arms around her, his gaze roving over 
her lips hungrily. He felt her breath start as her body responded to his. It 
was a good sign, as was the fact that she was in no way trying to be free 
of his hold. Rather, she seemed more than comfortable in his embrace, 
clinging to him in a way that was most gratifying. “Kelvan and I will fly 
you back to your home and deliver the deer there for you. Later.” 

“Later?” Her voice was soft as her eyes spoke of the pleasure he was 
bringing her with the soft, circular motions of his hands on her back. 

“Much later.” 

His head dipped and his lips claimed hers in a sweet kiss that soon 
turned passionate. Though willing, the hesitancy with which she followed 


his passion told him a great deal. She was quite obviously untried but a 
willing partner in the ecstasy he demanded and returned to her. He 
pulled back after a long satisfying time, but didn’t release her. 

“You are very beautiful, Mistress Belora.” 

She blushed so prettily he had to bend down and kiss her again. 

“And very young.” 

“Not so young.” There was a teasing challenge in her tone. “I have 
eighteen winters.” 

Gareth clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Just a babe you 
are.” 

“How old are you then? You can’t be that much older than me. I 
won’t believe it. You’re in your prime.” 

“I take that as a compliment, mistress, that you think me prime. I 
have twenty-six winters though, so you see, I’m an old man compared to 
you.” 

“Not too old.” She chuckled as he squeezed her playfully. 

“Never too old to appreciate a beauty such as yours. A man would 
have to be dead not to want you.” 

She gasped as his hands stroked intimately down her back and 
cupped the curve of her ass. He pulled her against his hard frame, letting 
her know how much he wanted her. The next move he would leave up to 
her. She was so young and obviously untried. He would have to give her 
some choice, but he prayed to the Mother she would choose to make love 
with him. He needed her on a soul deep level he had never experienced 
with any woman before. He thought he’d go mad if she turned him away 
now. 

“And do you want me, sir knight?” The coquettish smile in her eyes 
gave him hope. 


He actually growled as he undulated his hips against hers. “I want 
you more than any woman I’ve ever known.” 

“Pretty words, sir. I bet you’ve said the same to all the maids you’ve 
bedded.” She laughed as he stroked his hands up her sides to frame her 
face. 

“I’ve never said anything of the kind before. For that matter, I’ve 
never felt this way before. My word as a knight of the realm. You are 
special, Belora. I know we’ve only just met, but I feel as if I’ve known you 
all my life. As if I’ve been waiting for you.” He felt his heart lodge 
somewhere in his throat as he gazed down into her mesmerizing green 
eyes. “Tell me you feel the same.” 

Her expression sobered and her breath caught. A dazzling light came 
from her beautiful eyes that humbled him. 

“I thought I was being fanciful.” Her whispered words made 
something fragile inside him tremble. “You truly feel it too?” 

He kissed her lips sweetly. “I do.” 

His mouth ground down on hers with savage intent as she clutched 
at his arms. His hands roamed her lithe body, stroking her curves and 
supporting her when she sagged against him. 

“Will you lie with me, beautiful Belora?” His words were impassioned 
whispers against the soft, warm column of her neck. “Will you give me 
the gift of your body?” 

She pulled back and it nearly killed him to let her draw even slightly 
away. 

“I’ve never been with a man, Gareth.” His heart stopped beating as 
he waited for her hesitant words. “But my mother’s a healer. I know what 
to expect and I want to be with you. Will you teach me what I need to 
know to please you?” 


He gathered her back into his arms and hugged her close. A slight 
and strange wetness formed behind his eyes as he realized the import of 
this moment. This small woman’s trust meant more to him than 
anything in the world except perhaps for his bond with Kelvan. It was on 
the same level as that momentous occasion and that alone told him this 
was a special moment—a special woman. He’d be damned if he hadn’t 
just found his mate. 

It was a heady thought. A frightening thought. A thought for later 
consideration. Much later. For now, he had to concentrate on the 
beautiful woman in his arms. 

“You need do nothing but be yourself to please me, sweet Belora.” 

Words failed him at that point and he turned his attentions to 
showing her how beautiful she was. He lifted her rough tunic slowly over 
her head, memorizing every one of her maidenly blushes. He’d never had 
a maiden before, but he had bedded many experienced women and knew 
well how to please them. He would make certain this first time for Belora 
was as good as he could possibly make it. He wanted her to remember 
this loving with joy. 

When she was bare, he laid her down on the soft pile of their 
discarded clothing and spread her flowing hair around her lovely face. 
She was shy, but willing, he could easily read from the soft expression on 
her face. 

He stroked her breast with one large hand. He was a big man but he 
could be gentle when he needed to be and this was one of those times. At 
least for now, he would give her gentleness. If it turned out she could 
handle more, he would give it to her later by all means. With pleasure. 

She shivered as he stroked down to the point of her breast, pinching 
her pert nipple with just enough force to make her squeal in pleasure. He 
leaned lower and replaced his hands with his lips. Sucking her deep into 


his warmth, he watched as her eyes followed his movements with more 
than a little shock and rising desire. 

“Gareth!” she keened as he bit down gently on her nipple, releasing 
her with a pop to pay the same homage to her other breast. 

His hands were busy learning the curves of her waist, her hips, her 
thighs and what lay between. One hand parted the neat curls above her 
mound and found their way into her folds while she squirmed. He lifted 
his head and watched her carefully as he drew her nipple between his 
teeth with a little edge of roughness. She was with him all the way and it 
sent a thrill of dominance through him. She liked what he was doing to 
her. No, she loved what he was doing to her. He could tell by her sexy 
eyes and shivering body. 

“You’ll never regret giving yourself to me, Belora. I swear it on my 
honor.” 

“The only way I’ll regret this is if you stop now, Gareth.” 

He laughed heartily at her honest, soul-baring answer. This was a 
woman who wasn’t afraid to take life by the horns. He was half in love 
with her already and they’d only just met. 

“I’d never leave you wanting, sweet Belora. I need you every bit as 
much as you probably need me by now.” 

“No one could need you more than I. It’s not possible. What have 
you done to me, Gareth? What kind of magic is this?” 

She gasped as he moved his hand, coating his fingers in her slick 
excitement. Holding her gaze, he slid one large finger into her core and 
watched carefully as he stretched tissues that had never known the 
touch of a man. The thought excited him beyond reason, but he held 
tightly to his control. This woman was special. He would make sure she 
enjoyed every moment they had together. 

“It’s the purest form of magic, sweet. The magic of man and woman.” 


He leaned in close and kissed her deep, catching her cries of 
excitement in his mouth as he added a second finger inside her tight 
channel. He knew it might hurt her, but she was so deep in her pleasure, 
she was beyond pain now. This first time it would be a blessing to her to 
break through her barrier fast before she had time to worry and tense 
up. She was in the perfect place now, if he could just keep her there until 
he was buried deep inside her. 

He slid over her, placing himself between her spread thighs, holding 
her eyes and overwhelming her senses with deep, passionate kisses that 
kept her off balance. His fingers began pumping in and out of her 
channel, preparing her, drawing forth her liquid. 

He brought his wet fingers to his cock and coated himself with her 
essence, hoping to make his passage easier on her this first time. Before 
she had time to think, he pressed forward, the cap of his raging erection 
sinking in with little trouble. He straightened over her, bracing his arms 
on either side of her face as he moved steadily forward. 

“Do it now, Gareth. Come into me now!” 

“Your wish,” he surged forward, breaking through the barrier, “is my 
command.” She jerked beneath him momentarily and he held still, 
watching the tightness around her sweet mouth ease as she got used to 
his presence in her body. “Better now?” 

She tilted her head as if considering exactly how she felt. He loved 
that thoughtfulness about her. He loved her adventurous spirit. And he 
feared given half a chance, he would love her. Period. 

“It feels odd, but very pleasurable. Isn’t there more?” 

Gareth grinned down at her questioning eyes. “Much more. We’ve 
only just begun.” 

“Oh, good.” 


With a chuckle, Gareth began to move in her, watching her eyes 
light up as she discovered what came next. She was delightful to him. 
Fresh, eager and open to new experiences, she was a treasure. He’d 
never felt so lighthearted while making love, never knew it could feel this 
right, this pure, this perfect. 

She clamped her legs around him and he could feel her excitement 
rising fast. She was so responsive to him, it made it all that much better. 
He moved his hand between them and teased her clit until she tensed 
and cried out, experiencing her first orgasm while he remained hard 
within her. He watched her through it all, entranced by the look in her 
luminous eyes, the sheer pleasure on her pretty face. 

He rode her throughout, helping her milk it for all it was worth. 
When she came back to earth, he was there, looking down into her 
beautiful eyes. 

“Ready for more?” His smile teased her and she blushed so prettily 
he had to lean down and kiss her luscious lips. Rolling, he reversed their 
positions, keeping himself tight within her, watching the surprise enter 
her expression. “Do you ride?” 

“We can no longer afford to keep a horse.” 

“Who needs a horse when you can ride me?” His teasing tone 
brought a spark of excitement to her eyes and she straightened, letting 
her beautiful breasts swing as she positioned herself atop him. 

“Am I doing it right?” She began a slow up and down motion on him 
that made him groan in appreciation. 

“Any righter and I’d be a dead man.” His head flopped back to the 
ground as she increased her pace. “You’re a natural, sweet. Keep on as 
you’re going and we’ll soon touch the stars together.” 

“Oh, Gareth!” 


She was close; he could see it in the tensing of her sweet mouth. He 
moved his hands up to cup her bouncing breasts, enjoying the look and 
feel of them in his hands as she rode him. He pinched her nipples and 
teased them with his thumbs, flicking them as she moved faster and 
faster in search of her goal. 

“Come for me now, sweet. Let go and come now!” 

She convulsed over him, straining as he pumped hard within her 
and spilled a torrent of his seed within her tight depths. 

“Oh!” She convulsed again as he watched, close to awe at the 
pleasure this small, untried woman had given him. He had never come 
so hard or so long in his life and still he emptied into her as if she had 
been made for him. 

He stroked her hair, her back, her soft skin, even as his cock relaxed 
within her. Not seeing any reason to move further, he dragged a dry towel 
over her back and settled in for a short rest. He would have her again 
before this day was through, but for now she was wiped out. 


Chapter Two 

 

Belora woke on her back beneath Gareth, his cock hard once more 
within her. He stroked lightly, in and out, and she realized she was very 
wet and very excited. This man had shown her the most amazing things 
and it seemed there was still more to learn. The amazing attraction she 
had felt on first seeing him in the water now resolved into an amazing 
affection for the handsome, thoughtful man. He was so gentle with her, 
so caring in his way, yet so exciting. He’d shown her things about herself 
she had only been able to guess at before and given her a new confidence 
in her femininity she had never had before. 

“About time you woke up.” His soft grin eased the hard words. 

She stretched up, stroking his stubbly cheek with her soft hand. She 
loved the masculine feel of him. 

“Someone tired me out.” 

“Hmm. We’ll have to see what we can do about that.” 

He rocked gently, in no hurry now to sate the hunger growing inside 
her. She climaxed twice before he let loose with his own completion, 
nearly drowning her in his seed. She knew a baby could come of what 
they’d just done, but didn’t care. Or rather, she kind of liked the idea of 
having this knight’s baby, even if she never saw him again. 

Here was a man worthy of fathering children. He was brave, strong, 
gallant and a considerate lover. She well knew her initiation into sex 
could have been much more painful than it had been. In fact, aside from 


that one moment when he tore through her barrier, it had been nothing 
but pleasure. 

No, if she got pregnant from this day’s work, it was the will of the 
Mother. Such pleasure could not be wrong and if she had this man’s 
child, the baby would be healthy, smart, and as strong as its father. It 
would be a blessing. 

“Come, Belora.” He tugged her to her feet though the lethargy of 
good, hot loving weighed her down. She wanted to sleep again, but it 
seemed he wouldn’t let her. 

“Where are we going?” 

“For a quick dip in the lake.” 

“What?” Her tiredness left her in a rush. “That water’s cold!” 

“Invigorating,” he countered, drawing her closer to where the clear 
waves lapped against the pebbly shore. “We need to clean you off or you’ll 
be uncomfortable.” 

Her heart melted at his soft words. She knew in that moment that 
he was caring for her again. He was the expert at sex and knew what was 
best for her. So far he had proven that he always put her pleasure and 
comfort before his own and that was a good quality in a man, she 
decided. 

“Okay, but let’s make this quick. I don’t relish freezing my butt off.” 

He let her precede him so he could leer at the butt in question. 

“No, that would be a definite shame. I’ll make sure that your 
beautiful butt doesn’t go anywhere, okay?” 

He grabbed her ass in his hands and pushed her toward the clear 
water of the lake. They splashed in, laughing and smiling as he pulled 
her close into his arms. He took them only waist deep into the water 
before tugging her to a halt. Holding her eyes with his, he swept his big 
hands down into the water, cupping them between her legs, and ran his 


calloused fingers through her folds. As he cleaned her, each sweep 
growing bolder, a fire kindled and leapt in her womb. 

He plunged two fingers up into her sore channel, but backed off 
when she winced just the tiniest bit. 

“I’m sorry,” she said softly as he drew back. 

“No, I should have realized you’d be sore after all we’ve done today.” 

“But I want more.” 

He shook his head with a soft smile. “You can’t have it. Not that way 
at least.” 

“What other way is there?” 

Now the fire returned to in his eyes. “There are many other ways, my 
sweet innocent.” 

“Not so innocent anymore, thanks to you, sir knight.” She knew she 
was blushing from the heat rushing up her neck, but couldn’t help it. 
Besides, he seemed to enjoy it as he traced the flush on her cheeks with 
one strong hand. His other hand lingered below the water, tracing her 
folds and soothing her aches with gentle touches. 

“I doubt there’s anything in this world that could take your 
innocence completely from you. It’s part of your soul, shining out 
through your lovely eyes.” He bent down and kissed her eyelids so softly 
it brought a tear to her eye. 

She started to shiver but it wasn’t from the cold. 

“Let’s get you out of the water. You’re right. It is kind of chilly.” 

Instead of letting her walk out, he hoisted her up in his arms and 
carried her to shore. After drying her with his towel, he laid her down on 
the soft pile of their clothing and settled himself on his haunches 
between her bare legs. 

“What are you doing?” She was just a bit nervous, lying there 
exposed to his gaze. Her eyes followed his every move, her mouth going 


dry and her stomach clenching in anticipation that was mixed with just a 
hint of fear. This was all so new to her, but this man, this moment, felt 
so right. The smile in his eyes reassured her, the passion in his gaze 
heated her blood. 

“Just enjoying the view. You’re gorgeous, Belora.” He leaned forward 
and placed a smacking kiss on the soft swell of her tummy as she 
laughed. “And while I’m here, I might as well show you one of those other 
ways of giving pleasure. What do you say?” 

He raised his eyes to hers and smiled in that devilish way of his that 
made her insides clench. 

“All right. I think.” 

“Oh, don’t worry. You’re going to love this.” 

He moved downward, shocking her as his hands spread her pussy 
lips apart and his tongue delved inside. She nearly bucked off the 
ground; the pleasure was so intense. He laved her most intimate places 
with his hot tongue, stroking down her slit and back up, pausing to seek 
inside the sore little hole that had never known such passion before that 
day. All pain was forgotten as shivers of delight danced up and down her 
spine. She’d never felt so wanton, so desirable as she did with this 
knight. He soothed her with long licks, exciting her with the odd foray 
down to the tight pucker of her anus and back up to circle and tease her 
clit. Her legs trembled and her muscles went weak, anticipation building 
as he stroked her higher and higher. 

“Gareth?” She didn’t know how she could stand the sensations 
running through her body. It was frightening and profound at the same 
time. 

“Shh, sweet. Just enjoy. This is for you.” His whispered words 
brushed in soft puffs of heated air against her clit, making her 
temperature rise higher. It wouldn’t be long now. 


She looked down and saw Gareth’s sparkling eyes looking up at her 
from between her legs. Something about the sight of him, pleasuring her 
so thoroughly and seeming to enjoy it, sent her soaring higher. When he 
bit down gently, but unexpectedly on her clit, she screamed and 
convulsed in yet another orgasm. He rode her through it, keeping his 
warm mouth on her fiery cunt. 

“Gareth! Oh, Gareth.” Her whispered pleas escaped unnoticed from 
her lips as he curled her into his arms, much, much later. She could feel 
his hard cock against her, but he made no move to relieve his own 
tension. 

When reason returned, she sat up and pushed him down onto the 
bed of clothing. The surprise in his eyes made her bold. 

“Surely if you can make me come with your mouth, I can do the 
same?” 

Gareth placed his hands on her arms. “You don’t have to do this, 
Belora. This last time was for you. I don’t expect anything.” 

“Nonsense. I want to learn you the way you’ve learned me.” She 
moved closer, settling her face closer and closer to his thick erection. “I 
would take you in my body again, but I’m too sore. Let me do this for 
you, Gareth.” 

He let go of her arms and lay back with a silly grin on his face. “If 
you insist.” 

“Tell me what to do.” 

“Just touch me, Belora. Wrap your fingers around the base and 
suck the tip of my cock into your mouth. Use your tongue.” She followed 
his instructions and was gratified to hear his harsh groan and feel the 
fingers tightening in her hair. He obviously liked what she was doing so 
she sucked harder. “Yes, just like that. Oh, Belora!” 


She began to move up and down on him, in time with the tugging 
motions of his hand in her hair. He wasn’t controlling her, but coaching 
her, she realized, and she took full advantage of his lesson to bring him 
to the brink of ecstasy. At the same time, she was learning intimate 
things about him. His musky scent, his salty taste, the rhythmic way he 
liked to be licked. She felt wicked and divine at the same time, learning 
how to pleasure a man such as this. She sucked lightly, then harder, 
following his cues as she learned the new landscape before her. Never 
had she imagined, even in her wildest dreams, taking a man in her 
mouth this way. It was something out of her realm of experience, but 
something she knew she wanted to experience again and again. With this 
man, and this man alone. 

“Let go now if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he 
warned. “I’m that close.” 

But she wanted his cum. She wanted it all. She wanted to taste him, 
to swallow him down, and take his essence into herself. She sucked 
harder and he gasped, coming hard as she gulped it down, licking and 
tasting, moaning her own enjoyment. She hadn’t expected to enjoy 
making him come as much as she had, but it gave her a sense of her 
own feminine power and allowed her to express the softer feelings she 
inexplicably had for this hard knight who had stolen her heart with only 
his smile. 

They lay down again for a while, basking in the lethargy that she 
was learning came after incredible sex. They enjoyed watching the late 
afternoon sun glinting off the lake and the dragon flying low over the 
forest in the distance. 

She turned in his arms to look up at his hard chiseled face. “You 
know, I’ve never seen a dragon in these parts before, much less a 
knight.” 


“You’ll see more of us soon. We’ve founded a Lair just to the north of 
here by the king’s command, and will be patrolling the border from now 
on.” 

“That sounds like trouble. Your dragon friend said we might see war 
from Skithdron.” 

He nodded once. “It’s true. There’s unrest to the east. More skith 
attacks than usual for one thing, and political maneuvering between the 
kings and politicians.” 

“My mother said she’d heard rumors, but we were hoping it was just 
talk.” 

“Unfortunately not.” 

She lay back against him, staring at the sky and thinking hard while 
he idly drew soft circles on her bare skin with his fingertips. 

 

“Will I ever see you again?” Her tone was curious, not possessive, 
but the words caused a tightening in his heart. 

“I hope I’ll see you often. In fact, I want you to come back with me to 
the new Lair, Belora. I want more than just this. Will you come with me?” 

“I want to, more than you can know, but there's more to consider 
than just my desires.” 

“What could be more important than this?” His hands skimmed her 
back, bringing her close to his heart. 

“My mother relies on me, Gareth.” Her voice was small. “I can't just 
leave her.” 

Gareth set her back slightly so he could look into her eyes. “You are 
a noble creature, my Belora. Kelvan and I will take you to your home and 
speak with your mother. As Kel is fond of saying, the Mother of All will 
find a way.” He stroked her cheek. “You’re truly not afraid of Kelvan, are 
you?” 


She gave him a puzzled smile. “Why would I be afraid of a dragon? 
They’re noble creatures, especially those who are in service to the lands 
and fight to protect us.” 

“And you can hear him when he speaks to you?” Gareth held his 
breath. So much depended on her answer. 

“Well, yes, of course. Can’t everyone?” 

He shook his head and laughed lightly. “Not everyone, Belora. Only a 
few are blessed with the ability.” 

She tilted her head, thinking. “That’s strange. I thought everyone 
could. My mother can, I know that for certain. She was friends with a 
dragon when she was little.” 

He kissed her lightly. “Then the Mother of All has definitely put you 
in our path for a reason. If we are meant to be together—and I feel close 
to certain we are—it will all work out. All I ask is that you at least come 
back with us to visit the Lair. I want you to see it and learn a little of our 
ways." He stroked her hair back from her face, his heart shining in his 
eyes. "If you think you could live there, well, then I’ll have another 
question to ask you, but we'll take first things first. Let us go see your 
mother and then we’ll go to the Lair for a visit. Do you approve?" 

"All right. A short visit." 

 

* * * * 

 

Adora watched in awe as a mighty dragon landed in the small 
clearing in front of her cabin in the woods. She’d not seen a dragon since 
she was a little girl, and this one was a beauty. Blue and green with the 
iridescent sparkle of his kind, this dragon reminded her of her childhood 
friend. Even more amazing, this dragon bore a young knight on his back 


along with her daughter! She wiped her hands on her apron and rushed 
out to greet them. 

"Belora, my dear, you've brought guests." Adora smiled as her girl 
raced from the dragon's side to hug her. 

"This is Gareth and Kelvan." Belora's excitement was evident as she 
took her mother's hands in hers, pulling her forward to meet them. 
“Gareth, Kelvan, this is my mother, Belora.” 

Adora surprised them all by bowing low to Kelvan in the old way 
first, before she even acknowledged his rider. The dragon preened openly 
at the show of respect and stood to his full height, returning the courtesy 
with a formal sweep of his wings. 

"You honor my humble home with your presence, Sir Kelvan. Be 
welcome here." 

The honor is mine, Madam. Your daughter claimed you once knew my 
kind and I am pleased to see the old ways preserved in your memory. You 
do both our peoples proud. Kelvan included them all in his silent speech. 

Adora blushed prettily as she straightened. “You are a handsome 
dragon, Sir Kelvan, and a pretty talker.” 

The dragon rumbled in a way resembling laughter and all the 
humans smiled as he laid the dead stag at the lady's feet. 

An offering for your table, Madam. Courtesy of your daughter. 

“And Kelvan too, Mama. That's how we met. I shot the stag, but he 
didn't see me and snagged it from above for a snack. I disputed his claim 
to the stag and he brought me to Gareth to see who was in the right.” 

“Ah yes, you bring me not only a dragon, but a knight as well.” 
Adora clapped her hands together in joy though her tone was 
mischievous. “You are Sir Gareth?” 

The young man strode forward to stand before her. “I am.” 


“Welcome to our home, sir. It has been many years since I last saw a 
dragon and I must admit complete ignorance of the knights who work 
with them. The dragon I knew as a child had no partner at the time.” 

Gareth smiled kindly down at her. “We are not much different from 
normal men, Lady, except that we can hear the dragons as you do and 
partner with them to protect the innocent.” 

“It is a noble calling.” 

Gareth inclined his head to acknowledge her words. 

“But worrisome. If you are here, trouble must not be far behind.” 

You are perceptive, Madam. The dragon’s powerful voice sounded 
through all their minds. Trouble brews on the border and the king has 
dispatched us to create a new Lair not far from here. You must be cautious 
in your travels and dealings with strangers. The skiths are growing 
restless. 

Adora gasped but did not otherwise show the fear his stark words 
brought to her soul. Her keen mind worked around the dire news as she 
made her guests welcome and turned the subject to more pleasant 
matters. 

She asked them about the new Lair they were building and prepared 
refreshments while Kelvan, in an uncharacteristically thoughtful move 
for a dragon, dragged the stag away into the forest to prepare it for the 
women. A few swipes with his razor sharp claws and it was ready. 

When he came back, they were sitting around the fire pit in front of 
the small cottage, talking amiably. Being certain he had everyone’s 
attention, Kelvan covered one nostril with an overly large digit and 
exhaled a burst of flame over the spitted stag. When the flame subsided, 
the animal was fully cooked, just right for human consumption. 

Dinner is served. 

They laughed at the dragon’s wry humor. 


After dinner, Gareth and Belora took a walk down to the stream to 
gather water and steal a few moments alone together. It was obvious to 
Adora that her beautiful daughter was deeply in love, as was the tall 
young man at her side. His heart was in his eyes as he looked down at 
her girl, and she knew it was a long, lasting kind of love that filled his 
heart. Though she had never known a knight before, she knew dragons 
and the men they chose to fight with had the highest qualities of nobility 
and honor. She had little to worry about as far as her daughter's match 
was concerned, but still her heart was a little heavy watching them. 

He loves true and deep, Lady. It’s the nature of knights to decide 
what they want quickly and pursue it. Many recognize their life mates 
within moments of meeting. The Mother guides them in all things. Fear not 
for your girl. The dragon came up to sit across from her, his wings folded 
loosely against his sides as he sat on his haunches. 

“I fear not for her, though I thank you for your words of comfort. If 
anything, I fear for my own future, selfish as it seems.” Adora shook 
herself and changed the subject before the dragon had a chance to 
interject. “But it's not important. I knew a dragon when I was a child. I 
used to bring her melons from our garden and she would always slice a 
little piece for me as a treat. You remind me of her, Sir Kelvan. You have 
similar coloring in your wings and around your eyes. Her name was 
Kelzy.” She sighed, lost in memory. “She had a scar running near her left 
ear.” 

And another on her right foreleg. 

“Yes! How did you know?” 

Kelvan bowed his head to the side. She is my mother. His voice was 
solemn. And you are Adora. She speaks of you often. 

“She lives still?” A smile bloomed on her pretty face. 


Kelvan chuckled softly in his dragonish way. Our kind does not age 
as you do. When you knew her, she had suffered the loss of her knight 
and needed some time to recover. We bond quite closely to our partners, 
you know. She’s one of the elders in charge of building our new Lair and 
teaches the younger ranks how to fight and work with the knights. She 
chose my knight for me, in fact, even before I could claim him. 

“She chose well.” Adora’s eyes followed the progress of the young 
couple across the small clearing. They were strolling slowly, oblivious to 
all except each other. 

He is a good man through and through. You have naught to fear for 
your daughter or yourself. 

“It is selfish of me, I know, but I fear being alone. I’ve already lost 
children and it nearly killed me. Still, I want my girl to be happy, and her 
happiness lies with the young knight. It's obvious to see.” 

Then come with us to the new Lair. I am certain my mother would 
welcome you. 

“I refuse to be a burden. This is Belora's time. I don't want to 
interfere.” 

You would not be a burden, Lady Adora. We always need help in the 
Lair, and there are so few humans able to deal well with my kind. We 
already know you and your daughter can. We would welcome you both. 

Adora considered his words carefully, mulling over the possibilities 
in her mind. “I can cook and clean, I suppose. I also know of healing 
herbs. It's how we've made do out here in the forest.” 

Healing skills are always needed among the fighters. You would be 
more than welcome, Lady. What can it hurt to come for a visit? I know my 
mother will want to see you. If you do not come back with us, at least for a 
visit, I can nearly guarantee she will make the trip out here herself to make 
certain you are all right. She is not a young dragon any longer. Won't you 


spare her such an arduous journey? I can have you there and back again 
in the next day, if you will consent to come for a visit. 

Adora was torn, but she did so want to see the dragon who had been 
her childhood friend once more. “Perhaps a short visit. Just to see Lady 
Kelzy. I have thought of her often and missed her greatly. But I must 
return to care for my patients. I am all the help the local village has, and 
I can’t just abandon them.” 

Yet you do not live in the village. 

“By choice. Not because they would not have us. When I came here, 
I was hurt deeply by the loss of my children. Twin girls as bright as the 
sun.” She paused while she collected herself. Her baby girls were gone 
and it left a hole in her heart that was wide and deep. How she missed 
them still, years later. Nothing would ever make up for losing her beloved 
twin daughters. The only consolation she had was that Belora was still 
with her, still safe. She sighed deeply before continuing. “I couldn’t bear 
to be with other people and my work often brings me into the forest to 
gather herbs. I enjoy the solitude and don’t have much. This place was 
empty and available. It needed a good cleaning and still needs some 
repair, but it’s home. It welcomed me, helped me heal, and sheltered 
Belora as she grew. This place has been good to me.” 

Kelvan bowed his head in respect. I can feel the love in your words 
for this place. Our new Lair begins to feel that way to me as well, though 
I’ve only been there a short time. Perhaps because my mother was able to 
set it up to her specifications it has always felt like home. I have come to 
learn that home is wherever those you love are, so for me, home will 
always be with Gareth and his mate. 

“You think Belora is his mate?” 

I do. He moves slowly to claim her though, because she does not 
know our ways. I think that once she sees how we live and learns more 


about us, she’ll fit in well. The Mother of All would not be so cruel as to 
bring them together only to break their hearts. They both watched the two 
young people walking back from the stream, hand in hand. It was 
obvious how much in love the two were, though they had only met that 
day. You must come for a visit, Lady. It will help if you can see how your 
daughter will live and know that she is not gone from you forever. I’ll fly 
her back to see you as often as possible if you choose to stay here. I 
understand the importance of family. 

“You are a kind and noble being, Sir Kelvan.” Adora reached up and 
placed her small palm on his knee joint. “I’ll go with you to visit your new 
home and see Lady Kelzy once more. But only for a short time. With war 
coming, my duty is to the people of the village who depend on me.” 

If you were male, you would surely be a knight, Lady. Your heart is 
compassionate and strong. 

“I think that’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.” 
She smiled softly and turned back to watch the younger couple, kissing 
in the dappled moonlight, distantly in the forest. She thought they looked 
right together – her baby girl with a handsome and strong knight who so 
obviously cared for her. It was like a dream come true. For Belora. 

Adora sighed wistfully, resigned to knowing that this time was for her 
daughter, but still it saddened her that she would never know such a 
love again. Her time was over. 


Chapter Three 

 

The dragon tried not to gloat as his mind sought out that of his 
partner. Adora has agreed to come with us for a short visit to the Lair. She 
wants to see my mother, and I told her Kelzy was far too old and decrepit 
to fly all this way out to see her. 

Gareth burst into laughter and sent his thoughts back to the dragon 
as all knights were trained to do. Kelzy will singe your hide for even 
suggesting that she's too old to fly this short a distance. Your mother is one 
of our finest fighters, Kel, and by dragon reckoning, she's still quite young. 

You know that and I know that, but Adora doesn't. You should be 
thanking me for getting her to agree so easily to come along. These females 
belong at the Lair, Gareth. You know that as well as I do. We need them. 

You're right, Kel. Gareth sighed. I’ve only just met her, but I know in 
my heart, Belora is mine. And her mother seems a treasure. We don’t have 
enough healers at our new Lair if it comes to war. There are so few women 
who can deal well with dragons and knights alike. We need every one. 

These two are special. My mother saw the light in Adora as a child, so 
clearly that she talks of her to this day and her girl is just the same. If she 
consents to be your mate, you will be truly blessed. 

Don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself a bit? First we have to 
see if she can live at the Lair. 

But you want her. 


Hell yes! I want her. But don't forget, she must choose me, Kel. 
Without her trust and her love, it will never work. 

The Mother of All would not put her in our path only to take her away. 
She is not so cruel. 

I hope you're right, my friend. I hope you're right. 

 

* * * * 

 

Kelvan alighted on the ledge carved out from the stone face of the 
cliff for just that purpose. It was wide enough for several dragons to take 
off and land on at any one time and there was one already there, waiting 
for them. 

"Kelzy!" Adora whispered in a choked voice as she caught sight of 
the waiting blue-green dragon. 

Belora squeezed her mother's hand and they shared a smile as 
Kelvan came to a complete stop. Gareth jumped down first, helping the 
women down. Adora made her way directly to the dragon and made a 
deep bow before her. 

"Lady Kelzy, it is so good to see you again." 

Adora? Is it really you? The huge dragon stepped closer, all formality 
forgotten as she lowered her head to the human's height. Adora, my 
child, the dragon's voice was so gentle in her mind, give us a hug, dear. 

The woman threw herself at the dragon, her arms wrapping tightly 
around her huge neck, weeping openly. The dragon did something then 
that dragons seldom did. She wrapped her great wings around the 
woman, encasing her in their magical warmth as Adora clung to her long 
lost childhood friend. 

 


Kelzy knew she was overly emotional for a dragon and unseemingly 
fond of her human friends, but this little woman hugging her so tightly 
was the closest thing she had to a daughter. Kelzy had missed her 
terribly during those years they’d been separated. Finding her again so 
unexpectedly was a miracle. 

"Mama Kelzy, I've missed you so," Adora whispered. 

Kelzy crooned in her mind, soothing the woman’s fears and basking 
in the joy of having the child of her heart near once more. Kelzy knew the 
others were watching them, but didn't care. She had always been her 
own dragon and didn't care for those that would comment on her 
uncharacteristic display. Adora was special and always had been. Losing 
track of the small human girl had been one of the saddest things that 
had ever happened to Kelzy and finding her again was a gift from the 
Mother. 

When Adora finally gathered her emotions and stepped back, Kelzy 
let her go with joy in her heart. Her great eyes turned to her grown son 
and his partner. She did a double take when she spotted a younger 
human woman with the same light around her as Adora. This was 
Adora's child and, if she wasn't much mistaken, her light was already 
affecting the broad shouldered knight at her side. Kelzy felt an extreme 
satisfaction. Her boy would have Adora's child as his partner's mate. It 
all suddenly made sense. 

You have a beautiful girl, Kelzy told her. She will make a fine addition 
to our community. 

Adora reached back and brought her daughter closer. "My daughter, 
Belora." 

Belora made her bow prettily and said all the right words, 
impressing the dragon and no doubt making her mother proud. 

And where is your man? 


"I’m a widow. Have been for many years. We live, simply, in the 
forest." 

That will not do. You must stay here, with us. I have need of you, 
Adora. There is much work to be done and so few to do it. 

"I—" 

Don't answer now. Come see how we live here and learn a bit of our 
ways and needs. Then, if you still feel like living all alone in your forest, I 
will take you back myself. 

Adora smiled up at the dragon, love shining in her eyes, but started 
as she looked just past the dragon’s tall shoulder. Kelzy turned her great 
head to see what had startled her long lost daughter and puffed a small 
cloud of smoke in wry amusement. 

Don’t let his looks frighten you, dear. This is Jared, my partner. Be 
nice, Jared, this girl is as a daughter to me. Kelzy was speaking to the 
minds of both humans, linking them just slightly. 

 

Adora was startled by the feeling of the knight’s curiosity that 
reached through the small link formed by the dragon. She had never 
experienced such a thing before and it was surprising. 

“I’m honored to meet you, Madam.” 

The knight’s rumbling voice caught Adora off guard, warming her 
insides in a way they hadn’t been warmed in too many years. The man 
was striking. Older than she, he had a jagged scar running down one 
cheek, all too close to his eye though the silvery blue depths of his irises 
remained unhurt and stunningly alert. His hair was dark with light 
streaks of silver near his temples that only made him appear more 
dangerous somehow. She got the impression that this man seldom 
smiled but was competent and deadly in his chosen profession. 


A tall man, he was muscular in a lithe sort of way, but solid and all 
too handsome for his own good. The only relief was that he didn’t seem to 
be aware of his rugged appeal, or if he was, he disdained such things in 
favor of more sober pursuits. He seemed very serious and almost grim, 
but Adora saw a sadness in his eyes that called to the sorrow in her own 
soul. Instinctively, her heart went out to him, though he gave no 
indication of wanting or needing any sort of sympathy or even 
camaraderie. 

“The honor is mine, Sir Jared.” Adora realized belatedly that she was 
staring rather rudely and made her bow quickly, averting her gaze to the 
ground while she knew her cheeks flamed. 

Honestly, Jared, make an effort. You’re frightening the poor child. 
Kelzy’s teasing voice was just a bit exasperated in both of their minds 
and Adora had to stifle a giggle. 

 

Jared was humbled by the woman’s beauty. Her green eyes were 
luminous as she raised them once more to his. Though Kelzy insisted on 
referring to her as a girl, there was no doubt in his mind that this was a 
woman. She had the rounded curves he enjoyed and a sparkle in her 
eyes when she looked at him that set his teeth on edge. 

He was a widower and the loss of his wife so many years before had 
been hard on him. Since then, he had found pleasure where he could, 
but had no desire to marry again or become involved in anything 
remotely long-term. 

But here was a woman who was already close to his partner—the 
only female he allowed in his life. Undoubtedly Kelzy would want this 
woman near. Their relationship pre-dated his own with the dragon and 
was obviously as close, or perhaps even closer, than the relationship 


between he and Kelzy, bonded as they were. This woman would most 
likely be underfoot and he couldn’t ignore her. 

His heart didn’t want to ignore her, and that’s what unsettled him 
most. It had been a very long time indeed since a woman had such an 
impact on him. The odd echo of her feelings he could touch through the 
link with Kelzy when the dragon spoke to them both was the most 
unsettling phenomenon he had ever felt. He wondered if all mated 
knights had this sort of non-verbal feedback through the links with their 
dragons. He hadn’t been partnered with a dragon when he was married, 
so he had never experienced it for himself. In fact, it had been his wife’s 
death that brought Kelzy to him. His pain had drawn the dragon from 
her own pain of losing her first knight partner and they bonded as they 
helped each other through the emotional upheaval of losing someone 
they loved. 

“Kelzy has of course told me about you as a child. I know she missed 
you greatly.” He remembered his manners with a little nudge from the 
flat of Kelzy’s sharp front talon against his calf. 

“No more than I missed her.” 

The woman glowed. There was no other word for it. Her goodness 
and light shone in her eyes and around her curved womanly body in a 
way that made him want to move closer. 

Adora, you will stay in our suite. It is quite obvious my son’s knight 
and your girl wish to be alone together. Kelzy’s satisfied tone had both 
Adora and Jared looking back at Gareth and Belora who were currently 
locked at the lips. We have plenty of room and I suspect we’ll talk long 
into the night. I want to know everything that’s happened to you since last 
we saw each other. And I want to know all about your girl too, since no 
doubt she will soon be part of my son’s human family. 


The woman’s soft eyes went from her little girl up to meet his. He 
knew she waited for him to second the invitation since it was his suite 
too and he could do no less than step forward, even though his internal 
alarms warned him from getting involved. This soft woman could well 
break what little was left of his heart. 

“You should stay with us. There is plenty of room, as Kelzy says.” 

He thought he detected relief and a spark of interest in her luminous 
eyes, but dared not read too much into it. He was a confirmed bachelor 
now. He didn’t need love in his life. It made him soft. It made him hurt. 
Kelzy was the only female he needed. At least she wasn’t likely to die and 
leave him alone and hurting. 

 

Without further ado, they left the younger couple and headed for 
Kelzy’s suite. Jared escorted her though it was obvious to Adora that he 
was careful to maintain a certain distance. The man alarmed her a bit, 
but she sensed a deep sensitivity in him and her sixth sense about 
people was seldom wrong. This man had been hurt badly in his life and 
the gruff exterior was probably all for show. Besides, she reasoned, 
Mama Kelzy was an excellent judge of character and the dragon chose 
the knight, not the other way around. 

Adora learned the dragons had warm sand pits that were fired by 
the earth from below and their human partners built rooms for 
themselves around them. Each single dragon or mated dragon pair had 
their own wallow which was divided from the rest of the Lair by a ring of 
rooms that made up their suite. The knights and their mate would live in 
the suite with their dragons, some having guest rooms attached as well 
as utility and storage rooms. 

The arrangement appeared quite cozy and served both the knights 
and their dragon partners well, but Adora noticed quickly that there were 


far fewer women in the Lair than men. The dragons seemed to be about 
fifty percent female and fifty percent male and all partnered with male 
knights, but there were few mated dragons and only those mated pairs 
seemed to have mated knights. 

Adora intended to ask about it, but all the wondrous things she was 
learning and seeing for the first time quickly distracted her. As they 
passed a huge steaming chamber, Jared told her the pools within were 
heated, as the wallows were, from the earth beneath, and the water had 
a fragrant mineral quality that she had never before encountered. 

Since it was already past time for the evening meal, Jared 
volunteered to go to the kitchens and bring something back for Adora 
while she freshened up from the long flight. Kelzy sat down for a good roll 
in her heated sand wallow and both females were content for the 
moment. 

 

An hour later, he found Adora, now changed out of her traveling 
clothes and wearing a simple nightgown, cuddled up under Kelzy’s wing. 
She slept soundly in the dragon’s warm wallow with her. 

It was unheard of. Shocking. Yet somehow it softened his heart to 
see this strong woman tucked up like a child against the side of the 
kindest dragon Jared had ever known. 

Don’t wake her. Kelzy said softly in his mind. She’s had a hard time 
of it. 

You really weren’t kidding when you said she was like a daughter to 
you, were you? Jared spoke mind to mind with Kelzy to avoid making 
noise that might wake the small woman sleeping so peacefully next to 
the huge dragon. 

She could be no closer to my heart if she were a dragonet. This girl 
has the purest heart of any human I’ve ever known. Don’t you see the light 


from her soul? It’s in everything she touches, in all that she does. The 
Mother of All had blessed her as a child and I’m gratified to see that her 
heart has never wavered. It’s as pure today as it was when she was little. 

Her daughter has that glow too, he agreed absently as he watched 
the small woman sleep. 

Then you do see it! I knew you, of all the knights here, would. Kelzy 
reached out with one smooth talon and touched his booted foot gently. 
She was very demonstrative for a dragon and often shocked the others 
with her displays of emotion. Jared shuddered to think what the others 
would say if they saw her sharing her wallow with a human. There had 
already been talk about her allowing the human to hug her. 

She’s special, Jared. You must help me convince her to come live here 
with us. We need her. The Lair needs her and her daughter or the Mother 
would not have put them in my son’s path. 

I will, of course, help in whatever way I can, Kelzy, but you should 
know I’m not looking for a wife. 

Did I say anything about you marrying her? Honestly, Jared. What 
makes you think I’d even think you were good enough for her? I won’t let 
my girl consort with just any knight. So you’d better warn off your lusty 
friends. 

Methinks you protest a bit too much, Kelz. Jared had to stifle a 
chuckle as he walked away from the odd pair snuggled in the warm 
sand. 

 

* * * * 

 

Belora watched with interest as Kelvan strode into the large 
chamber, heading straight for the pit of warm sand at its center. With 
obvious relish, he kicked up a little cloud of sand as he settled in for a 


good roll and made dragonish purrs of contentment as the warm, dry 
sand rubbed against his scales, polishing them to a brilliant shine. 

The set up of the knight’s quarters intrigued Belora. Everything was 
built around Kelvan’s slightly oval wallow. A small room for eating and 
preparing small, private meals sat off to one side with sealed ewers of 
what looked like beer keeping cold in the trickle of water down the side of 
the stone wall. She went over to investigate and realized that by moving a 
small trap, the flow of water could be increased or decreased to nothing 
at all. A large stone basin lay beneath with a drain that led off 
somewhere below, presumably down further into the mountain from 
which this Lair was carved. 

“Magic,” she breathed, moving the trap to watch the flow of icy clear 
water. 

“And a good dose of science as well.” Gareth chuckled as he leaned 
back against the doorframe, watching her. “His Majesty sent a mage to 
help us redirect the energies of the earth so we could heat our baths and 
the dragons’ wallows, but he also sent a skilled architect who could 
direct the flow of water for washing and drinking. The two worked hand 
in hand to design this place for both humans and dragons to live 
comfortably.” 

“It’s a marvel.” 

“You haven’t seen all of it yet.” Gareth held out his hand to her. She 
took it and moved through the rooms with him. “Let me give you the tour 
of our quarters at least. You already saw Kelvan’s wallow. The dragons’ 
wallows are the centerpiece of each set of rooms though they vary in size 
according to location in the mountain, how many dragons need to live 
there and other factors. Since I am still unmated, Kelvan’s wallow is 
sized for one dragon only.” 


And a great hardship it is. I barely have room to spin around. A great 
flick of his tail sent a shower of sand over the chuckling humans. 

“I keep brooms on hand to sweep the sand back in the wallow each 
day, else I’d soon feel like I was living on a beach.” He took one of the 
brooms leaning up against the circular wall and began sweeping the 
warm sand back into the pit. 

Better a beach than a hermitage. 

“What does he mean?” Belora looked from Kelvan’s smoky snort of 
disgust to Gareth’s shaking head. 

“My partner thinks I spend too much time alone.” He pulled her 
close into his arms. “But I won’t be alone tonight, will I?” 

Belora giggled. She actually giggled. She was shocked such a flirty, 
feminine sound came out of her body, but there it was. Something about 
this knight brought out the floozy in her, but it felt good. Freeing. 

“No, you won’t be alone tonight, Gareth.” Blushing, she reached for 
his hand. “Why don’t you show me your room? And your bed.” 

“All in good time.” He patted her hand. “But I bet you’re still too sore 
to test the bed yet. Not to worry, I have a solution.” He pulled aside a 
screen that hid the entrance to a small bathing chamber. It had a stone 
tub sunk partially into the floor and another of those trap devices that 
Gareth pulled to allow water to trickle into the tub in a steady rhythm. 

“This water is from the mineral springs. By the time it makes its way 
here from there it’s little more than lukewarm but we have Kel to help us 
warm it again, if we ask him nicely. A hot soak in the mineral water and 
a little dragon magic will put you right again in no time.” 

“Dragon magic?” She turned to watch the large dragon. He craned 
his neck out of the sand and up on the warm stone floor so that his great 
head rested only a few scant feet away from the bathing tub. His jewel 
like eyes settled on her unflinchingly. It was slightly unnerving. 


Didn’t your mother tell you that a dragon’s breath and touch has 
healing properties? I will gladly expend my energies to soothe your torn 
flesh if it means I can share in your pleasure again like this afternoon. I 
have never felt the like. 

“You… you felt that?” Belora blushed to the roots of her hair, looking 
from dragon to knight and back again for some explanation. 

We bond closely with our knights. We’re always present in each 
other’s minds. We each feel what the other feels. It’s our greatest strength 
and perhaps also our main weakness, but it is the way of things. When 
you joined with Gareth, I felt the echo of his pleasure and your own. His 
wide mouth opened in a toothy grin. It was marvelous. 

Embarrassed beyond belief, Belora didn’t know what to think. 

“Don’t worry, sweet.” Gareth took her in his arms as the tub filled 
behind him. There was a small stool just to the side at the foot of the tub 
and he led her to it. “It’s the way of things for knights and their dragon 
partners. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” 

“I… I just didn’t realize.” 

“I know.” Gareth soothed her with his hands, undoing buttons as he 
stroked her shoulders and arms. “And I would have told you sooner, but 
we’ve been a bit busy today.” 

She chuckled. “To say the least.” 

“Now, how about that hot bath?” He reached out to close the water 
trap. “Kel, will you do the honors?” 

Gladly. Breathing deeply, the dragon aimed a wonderfully warm 
exhalation of hot air at the full tub, heating the chamber and the water 
as easy as that. He returned his head to its reclining position at the foot 
of the tub, watching the humans lazily. 


“Is he going to watch? I can’t… um… take off my clothes in front of 
him.” She blushed again, unreasonable bashfulness taking over her 
mind. 

Why not? You are a beautiful woman, but even if you weren’t, I’m a 
dragon. Not human. 

“But…” 

Your modesty is misplaced. I’ll feel everything Gareth feels, even 
know what you’re feeling through my link with you both. I couldn’t be any 
more present if I were human and could fuck you myself. She gasped, but 
he forged ahead. Won’t you let me enjoy what little pleasure I can gain 
from this? Until Gareth mates, I cannot claim my own dragoness. It’s 
strictly forbidden, and for good reason. 

“Is that true?” 

Gareth nodded. “Just as he feels my passion, I’ll feel his. Dragon 
mating is, from what I’ve been told, overpowering to humans. Unless I 
have a mate to be with during his mating flights, it would drive me mad. 
Even among mates, sometimes the humans get into a frenzy that can be 
dangerous.” 

“Oh, my.” She turned compassionate eyes to the dragon lolling in 
the huge archway. “So you’ve never…” 

He stirred himself to shake his head sadly. Until Gareth mates, I 
cannot. 

Belora walked slowly over to the dragon, feeling both sets of male 
eyes trained on her as she moved unexpectedly. She knelt down by Kel’s 
massive head and leaned forward to kiss the ridge just between his eyes. 

“You are a good and noble creature, Sir Kelvan. I’m sorry to have 
doubted you.” 

With a nod, she stood and removed all her clothing, standing before 
the dragon as if for inspection as he sighed out a warm puff of air that 


tickled her. She laughed and turned toward Gareth, who had shed his 
own clothing. He reached for her, and together they tumbled into the 
warm bath, locked at the lips as if they hadn’t kissed in years rather 
than mere minutes. 

The water lulled her and when a long, hot tongue dipped into the 
water and circled her ankle, she squealed. Apparently the dragon wanted 
to participate. She lifted her leg as he tugged upward, then allowed him 
to do the same to her other leg, draping both over the lips of the massive 
tub on either side. She was spread before him, Gareth to her side, 
watching now as the dragon’s tongue returned to the hot, clear water. 

“What’s he doing?” The nervous edge was back in her voice. 

“Healing you,” Gareth whispered against her breast, just bobbing 
above the water. He licked her nipple and bit down as Kelvan’s tongue 
slipped up her passage. 

It was warm. No, it was downright hot, and large. But everywhere 
the long, leathery tongue touched, she felt healing fire. This was dragon 
energy, exciting even as it healed. She felt herself responding to the two 
male touches on her body – to Gareth, sucking her nipples and stroking 
her ass with his hands, and to Kelvan, his big dragonish tongue bringing 
healing to her sore tissues. 

You taste divine. No wonder Gareth enjoyed going down on you so 
much this afternoon. If I were human I’d live between your thighs. 

The dragon’s tongue retreated with a last, hot flick over her clit and 
she cried out at the stimulation. She had almost come from having a 
dragon heal her. Could things get any weirder? 

Apparently they could. When Gareth lifted her from the tub long 
moments later after washing every square inch of her body – some twice 
and three times – he spread her out on the warm stone floor near 
Kelvan’s massive head. 


“Just one more thing to be certain you’ll feel no pain from what we 
do together.” Gareth looked up at Kelvan and spread her thighs far apart, 
holding them there and spreading her wide with his hands. “Kel?” 

My pleasure. 

The dragon rumbled and brought forth a belch of smoke unlike 
anything she’d experienced from him before. It was vapor more than 
smoke and everywhere the cloud of sweet cinnamon smelling fire 
enveloped her, she felt a tingling not unlike magic. She realized quickly 
that this was the phenomenon known as the dragon’s breath. It was 
indeed magical, and very, very special. Dragons expended a great deal of 
energy to put forth such a healing vapor and they did not do it lightly. 

She felt euphoric as the mist faded, her skin tingling with the touch 
of magic and her body raring to go. It felt as if the long afternoon of 
loving had taken no toll whatsoever on her untried body, and she knew it 
was all because of Kelvan and his willingness to expend his precious 
magic on her wellbeing. 

She scrambled up on her knees and went over to him, uncaring of 
her nudity now. What difference a few minutes can make, she realized in 
one small part of her mind that worried over such things. 

“May I touch you?” she asked formally. 

Kelvan lifted his head and stared at her as if considering her 
request. Slowly, he nodded his great head and she moved forward to 
place her hands on the ridges just below his enormous eyes. Holding his 
jeweled gaze, she focused her own small power and sent what healing 
magic she could back to him. His eyes widened as Gareth stood abruptly 
to watch. 

You are a healer? A true healer? 

Belora shrugged and sat back. “I have only a small gift when 
compared with my mother, but as you know, healers cannot usually heal 


themselves. Thank you for expending your energy for me, Sir Kelvan. I 
hope I’ve returned at least a bit of what you gave me.” 

More than I gave, if truth be known. You have more of a gift than you 
realize. Your energy has the flavor of dragons. 

She yawned and shrugged, setting her pretty breasts to bouncing 
and she noted both males watched their movement attentively. 

“It’s time for bed.” 

Gareth scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the sleeping 
chamber. All the arched doorways in the large suite of rooms were wide 
so Kelvan could lay his head down right in the middle of them. He 
followed them right into the chamber and lay his head down opposite the 
pile of sumptuous furs and stuffed pillows that waited. Belora had never 
been in such a luxurious bed. She stretched and smiled as she felt 
Gareth come up beside her, his hands roving over her tingling body. 

“I hope you’re not too tired to make love.” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be too tired to make love with you, Gareth. You 
make me feel so alive.” 


Chapter Four 

 

Gareth looked from the dragon in his doorway to the gorgeous 
woman lying in his bed and realized he had never been more content. 
Right here he had everything he would ever need in life. His dragon 
partner had been the main focus of his life for so long, he had not quite 
realized how a mate would complete the circle. Yet Belora's presence in 
his room, in his bed, in his heart, made him see things in a whole new 
light. 

She was the woman for him. Of that he had no doubt. Now he only 
need convince her of it and gentle her to their ways. Life in a dragon's 
Lair was odd to most humans, but necessary to the nature of both the 
dragons and their human partners. He prayed to the Mother of All that 
Belora would be able to accept their ways. No doubt they were hardest on 
the woman involved, but the benefits were great. The old adage held true 
in this case—the greatest prize often demanded the greatest sacrifice. 

Gently he came down next to Belora, touching her softly, knowing 
she welcomed his touch, his love. It was a heady feeling. Slowly he 
lowered his head to her body, licking the mineral saltiness of the 
bathwater from her dewy skin, lapping at her much the way Kelvan had 
done. She was that sweet. 

“What you do to me, Gareth. I never knew…” 

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she gasped, unable to 
complete her thoughts. He kept at it until she was shivering, moving on 


the bed sensuously. A puff of warm air from the doorway had her lifting 
her head to meet the jeweled gaze of the dragon, watching them. 

To warm you, Mistress. You looked cold. 

She giggled. “I wasn’t cold, Kelvan, and well you know it.” 

Gareth lifted above her, blocking her view of the dragon. 

“You don’t mind that he’s here? Truly?” 

She tilted her head as if considering. “It still seems a little weird, but 
I think I’m okay with it. I mean, it’s not like he’s human after all.” 

“How would you feel if he were?” Gareth’s eyes darkened. 

“You mean having another man watch us?” She shivered against 
him and the look in her eyes was not one of fear as she mulled over the 
startling thought. Her reaction gave him hope. “I don’t know. That seems 
weirder still. I was a virgin until this morning, Gareth. Give me some 
time to adjust.” 

“I know I’m rushing you, sweet. Just kick me if I go too fast, okay?” 
He leaned down and kissed her. “But having you here in my bed makes 
me think of all sorts of strange notions.” He nibbled on her neck, working 
his way down her body as she squirmed in pleasure. “And for the record, 
being watched doesn’t bother me. Quite the opposite, in fact. To have 
other men able to see what belongs to me – what they’ll never have – it’s 
a tantalizing thought.” 

She wiggled again as he neared her sex, spreading her legs with his 
big hands and settling himself between them. He stared down at her for a 
long while, slowly threading his fingers through the neat hair at the 
juncture of her thighs before spreading the outer lips of her pussy and 
touching within. 

He knew that together, he and Kelvan had healed the worst of her 
hurts but still he did his best to be extra gentle. He would die rather than 
injure this special woman, the other half of his heart. He leaned forward 


and took her in his mouth, swirling his tongue through her folds and 
right up into her channel as she cried out. 

She came almost at once as the dragon puffed warm air over them 
and rumbled low in his throat, reminding her of his presence in the 
archway, watching. Gareth rode her through the orgasm, stroking her 
ever higher with his tongue and questing fingers. He brought her wetness 
down to the tiny hole of her anus and probed gently within, setting off 
another series of shockwaves. 

“You like that?” he breathed against her skin. 

She could only moan as he continued teasing her. When he judged 
she was ready, he sat back, flipping her over and massaging the rounded 
cheeks of her ass. 

“Get on your hands and knees, pet.” 

She looked back at him, uncertain, but his slap to her ass made her 
squeal and move. The spank had not really hurt; he had meant it only to 
tease. The widening of her eyes and her panting breaths told him all he 
needed to know about her reaction to it. She moved to her hands and 
knees uncertainly but he soothed her, parting the cheeks of her ass with 
gentle fingers so he could inspect her in detail. 

When he could hold back no longer, he moved up and brought his 
cock to the entrance of her dripping pussy. She was beyond excited. She 
was primed. Pushing in, he went slow as she moaned. 

“It feels so much bigger this way.” Her gasping words reached his 
ears and brought a satisfied smile to his face. 

“Too big?” He teased by stopping about halfway in. 

“No!” She moved back against him, trying to take him deeper. “It 
feels so good! Don’t stop.” 

He chuckled and moved forward, seating himself fully. He just 
stayed there for a moment, savoring the sensation but then his needs 


grew fierce once again and he started to move. She was moaning beneath 
him as he used his hands to steady her, playing with the little hole of her 
anus and teasing her response. 

She jerked and cried out as his finger dipped into her ass, just to the 
first knuckle. He kept it there, noting her reactions as his pace 
increased. He was close now and she was downright explosive beneath 
him. 

When he was ready to explode, he pushed his finger in deeper, at 
the same time reaching around to tease her clit with his other hand. She 
came like fireworks, clenching around him and milking his cock until he 
shuddered and cried out, jetting his seed deep within her. 

They collapsed together onto the pile of bedding and he folded her 
gently into his arms. Drifting off to sleep, he realized he had never 
reached higher plateau of pleasure in his life and possibly never would 
again with any other woman. Belora was it for him. His mate. 

He smiled as sleep claimed him, knowing she was in his arms where 
she belonged. 

 

Gareth woke in the night when Belora moved restlessly in her sleep. 
He wasn’t used to sleeping with a woman, but waking with Belora in his 
arms was an entirely satisfying experience. He soothed her and she 
settled back against him. He looked around the room and found Kelvan’s 
head still resting in the doorway, watching them. 

Gareth, there’s something strange about her healing energy. 

Strange? Strange in a bad way? 

No! It feels… it feels almost like… no, I must be wrong. 

Spit it out, Kel. 


No, I shouldn’t say anything unless I’m sure. Let me think on this a bit 
more, but by all means, don’t let her go back to that hut in the forest. If I’m 
right, she is more precious than you know. 

Go to sleep, Kel. We can puzzle out your cryptic words tomorrow. 
Gareth threw a pillow at the dragon and cuddled closer to his woman. 
Everything would work out now that they were together. He could feel it. 

 

* * * * 

 

The next morning after a small meal in the communal area where 
both Belora and her mother were introduced to most of those who lived 
in the Lair, Gareth and Kelzy went off to train. Belora and her mother 
made friends with a few of the women, but it was Silla, a woman about 
her mother’s age that took them under her wing. When both Belora and 
her mother volunteered to help with the daily chores it was Silla who 
showed them where to go and what to do to help. Belora helped with the 
washing while her mother went off with the Lair’s healer to discuss what 
might be needed in the stillroom. 

It was almost dark when Kelvan alighted on the ledge outside the 
suite where Belora waited for them. She beamed when Gareth walked in, 
looking a bit ragged, beside his magnificent dragon. 

"Did you have a good day?" He wrapped her in his arms and kissed 
her with a grin. 

"Wonderful, actually. The others are so friendly, and the dragons! 
They are just amazing. I think I could live here forever and never become 
bored." 

Belora's smiling face enchanted him as she pulled away from him to 
fold the last of the linens. He'd told her to relax and enjoy her time here 
while he trained, but she insisted on pitching in with the wash when she 


saw the other women working. He admired her spirit and her giving 
heart, but he also wanted to pamper her. After seeing her house in the 
forest, he knew she hadn’t led an easy life. 

He wanted to make her life easy. He wanted to spoil her and shower 
her with love, attention, and all the material things she had never had 
before, but he knew her innate goodness wouldn’t let her rest idle while 
others worked, and now he was glad of it. Working alongside the other 
women today had been a good thing, he realized, because it showed her 
up close how good her life could be if she chose to stay with him in the 
Border Lair. He grabbed her by the waist and twirled her around, unable 
to contain the joy he felt at her unguarded words. 

"Gareth! Put me down!" 

He did, but then he knelt at her feet himself, smiling up at her. "You 
have no idea the joy that fills me to hear you speak of my home in such a 
way." 

"You must know how special this place is." 

"I do. But even more special, is you, Belora, my beloved." 

"Why do you kneel?" She tried to tug his arms up, but he would not 
budge. 

"It’s tradition for a knight to humble himself before the woman he 
chooses when he asks the most important question he will ever ask of 
her." 

She gasped. "What question is that?" 

He tugged both her of her soft hands into his and stared up into her 
eyes. "I love you, Belora. Will you be my wife?" 

She gaped at him. She seemed hardly able speak, but the smile that 
spread across her soft lips was answer in itself. "Yes, Gareth. I love you 
too!" 


He drew her into his arms and kissed her hard, hugging her tight 
and lifting her off the ground with his eagerness. He moved her to the 
bedroom and lay her down on the soft furs, kissing every inch of her 
body as he undressed her. He made short work of his own clothing and 
soon they were skin to skin. The way it should always be, he thought. 

He rose up above her and took her legs in his hands, caressing them 
boldly before placing one on each side of his body. He knew what he 
wanted and couldn’t wait. He tested her readiness with one hand before 
smiling in deep satisfaction. She was wet and more than ready. 

“Take me, beloved. Squeeze me with your beautiful body and bring 
me pleasure like I’ve never known.” 

He entered her slowly, careful lest he hurt her, but once seated he 
groaned in bliss. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he savored the 
feeling of her warm body around him. When he opened his eyes and 
looked down into hers, he saw the tears there and stilled in panic. 

“Did I hurt you?” He moved to lever himself off of her, but she 
surprised him by wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on 
tight. 

“You could never hurt me, Gareth.” Her whispered voice was full of 
wonder and her watery eyes shone with happiness. He began to relax 
and settled back onto her though he was curious about her reaction. “I’m 
just a little overwhelmed, I guess, by the beauty of this – of you. I love 
you so much.” 

The glow of her words pierced his heart. “As I love you, Belora. Never 
doubt that.” 

“I want to stay with you forever.” 

He began to move inside her, unable to hold back any longer. 

“I want you too, Belora. For always and ever.” He moved more 
urgently then, his mind blocking out the reality that she still didn’t know 


all that would be expected of her as his mate, but he would deal with 
that later. It was enough for now to know that she wanted him and 
would accept him as her mate. The rest would come later. 

He pounded home, again and again, bringing her to repeated peaks. 
She climaxed almost continuously under him while he steadily increased 
his pace, altering his position slightly to reach deeper or differently each 
time she came down from a yet higher peak. He played her body, 
manipulating her senses to bring her the most pleasure he knew how to 
give. When she finally sobbed at the highest climax yet, he knew he could 
hold out no longer. 

With a harsh groan, he increased yet again, bringing her to the final, 
mind-blowing climax in which he joined her. He came for what seemed 
like hours, deep within the woman he loved. Potent and powerful, his 
climax wrung him out from deep within his soul while Belora shattered 
and shook with her own orgasm around him. 

It went on for a long, long time and when it was over, he was 
completely drained. He had only enough energy to roll off her, pull the 
covers up over them both and tuck her into his arms securely before 
falling into the deepest, most peaceful sleep he’d known in years. 

All was right with the world. Belora loved him and wanted to be with 
him. Life could hardly get better than this. 

 

* * * * 

 

So you have claimed your mate. You know what this means, don't 
you? Kelvan's voice sounded through Gareth’s mind the next day, lower 
than usual and more excited. Kelvan looked over at his partner with a 
curious tilt to his head. Now that you have found your mate, I am free to 
take mine. 


"You already have a female in mind?" 

I do. The dragon's rumble sounded suspiciously gruff. 

"This sounds serious. Have you waited long to claim your lady love, 
Kelvan? Truly, I had no idea I was holding you up." Gareth was only half 
teasing. 

You know it's not safe for a fighting dragon to mate before his human 
partner. I knew you would find your mate sooner rather than later and I 
think I have exhibited extraordinary patience with you. Of course, as it 
turned out, I even had to find your mate for you to speed things along. 

"That you did, my friend, and I'll thank you every day for it as long 
as I live." Gareth watched his little mate a few yards distant, moving 
gracefully in her way. She literally took his breath away. To think, she 
was his and his alone—at least until Kelvan took his mate. Then they 
would probably expand their circle of love to include Kelvan's mate and 
her partner. "So who is your lady?" 

And more importantly who is her partner, right? Kelvan supplied with 
some humor. Don't worry, Gareth. We dragons take all into consideration 
when we choose our partners and mates. The Mother of All has no little 
influence in it either. Seldom has there been an incompatible partnering 
among our kind. You know this to be true. 

"Yes, but I still worry about exactly who I'm expected to share my 
mate with." Gareth’s skin itched to think of the possibilities. He had 
never had to confront the reality of mating among dragon kind before 
and had never really considered the problems it could cause to their 
human partners. He began to sweat as he thought of what would come 
when Kelvan finally took his mate. It could be glorious. Or it could be 
disastrous. 

You will be pleased then, I think, to learn that my mate is Rohtina. 


A huge grin spread across Gareth’s face. "And Lars is her partner. 
Kel, this couldn't have worked out better!" 

The dragon dipped his great head. The Mother of All knows what She 
is about after all. 

"That She does." 

A speculative gleam entered his eye. He and Lars were close. He 
knew and trusted the man and they worked well together. When their 
dragons mated, they would become part of a fighting unit, partners that 
would share everything—including the pleasure their dragons found in 
each other with the sole human female among the tightly knit group. If 
Gareth had to pick a man to bring pleasure to his beloved mate, he could 
not have picked better himself. Lars was a good man and he would love 
Belora as much as he did. He would also help Gareth give her the 
greatest sexual pleasure a human woman could know. The dragons 
would see to it. 

 

* * * * 

 

Jared, will you talk some sense into her? She insists she’s only here 
for a visit, but she must stay. Make her realize how much we need her. 
Kelzy’s voice was tinged with frustration when Jared walked back into 
their apartments to find the two females squared off in full argument 
mode. He had forgotten just how much females could squabble over 
inconsequential things. 

“We cannot just commandeer the woman, Kelzy. She has her own 
life and must make her own decisions.” 

“Thank you, Sir Jared.” Adora turned the full power of her gaze on 
him and he looked away uncomfortably. The woman seemed to see right 
through him with her pale, healer’s gaze and it was jarring to say the 


least. “As I’ve told Mama Kelzy, I have responsibilities to the villagers. I’m 
their only source of medical help and they depend on me. I can’t just 
abandon them.” 

“Why do you call her that?” 

“What?” Adora seemed confused for a moment as she tilted her head 
up at him, her beautiful green eyes frowning. 

“You call a dragon ‘mama.’ Didn’t you realize? It’s a bit odd, to say 
the least, but then Kelzy’s always been a little overly demonstrative with 
humans, or so her fellow dragons would criticize.” 

They’re just busybodies. Who I consort with as friends and family is 
none of their business, dragon, human or otherwise. 

“I didn’t realize I still called you that, Lady Kelzy. I’m sorry.” Adora’s 
blushing cheeks spoke of her embarrassment. 

Now see what you’ve done, Jared? Sweetheart, you don’t have to use 
titles with me. You are the daughter of my heart. It warms my soul to 
know you still think of me as your surrogate mother. 

Kelzy stepped forward and Adora reached her hand out to stroke the 
dragon’s tough, jewel toned hide. The two females so obviously cared for 
one another. 

“When I was very little, I got lost in the woods and stumbled into 
Kelzy’s cave. I could barely speak, but I knew the word ‘mama.’ Kelzy 
returned me to my family, who were searching frantically through the 
woods. I know they were frightened to see her, but when they saw me on 
her back, smiling away and calling her mama, they knew I was safe. She 
deposited me back with my mother and father and after that they let me 
go see her whenever I wanted. She raised me as much as my parents did, 
watching out for me when I ventured into the woods.” 


None of them could hear me or speak with me, but Adora had the 
strongest gift I have ever encountered. They may have raised you, but they 
were not your blood kin. 

“What?” 

I never told you this because I didn’t think it my place back then, but 
it was obvious to me that your mother and father were not your birth 
parents. They adopted you. If they had been your blood kin, at least one of 
them would have been able to communicate with me. It’s an inherited trait, 
passed down through the bloodlines, usually on the father’s side. The man 
you called father had no such ability nor did any of your siblings. 

“Then who are my parents?” Adora’s voice trembled just a bit and 
her wide eyes looked shaken and a little lost. 

I couldn’t say and for that I’m sorry. I often thought to go on a quest to 
see where you came from. After all, females with the dragon gift are rare 
and we need every one we can find. Especially with war coming. 

“Then war is definitely on the way?” Adora’s eyes darkened with 
worry. 

“Yes.” It was Jared who answered, his voice firm. “There’s no 
escaping it now. The Skithdronian king has been working toward all out 
war for a long time and he’s just about ready now, we think, to launch 
it.” 

Which is why you must stay here with us, Adora. You will have no 
protection in the forest. The skiths will ravage man and beast alike when 
they are loosed. 

“Which is why I must go back. I’m the only healer within twenty 
leagues. I can’t just abandon those people.” 

“We’re flying patrols now. When the skiths come, we’ll engage them 
whenever and wherever we find them.” Jared kept his voice calm and 
deadly. He surprised even himself with the sentiments he was feeling. 


“We’re here to protect the people and lands. What good can one 
unprotected healer do out there? Wouldn’t your talents be better used 
here?” 

“You may very well be right, Sir Jared, but I have to go back. They 
depend on me. I’m not so conceited as to think that my destiny lay in 
such a grand place. I’m a simple healer, not one to be worthy of working 
with your knights.” 

Sheep dung! That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard you say, 
Adora. And here I thought you were smart for a human. 

Adora smiled softly. “I love you too, Mama Kelzy, but the fact 
remains, I must return to my cottage.” 

Cottage? My son tells me it was no more than a hut! How can I leave 
you in such a place? 

Adora stroked the dragon’s shiny scales soothingly. “Because you 
must. It’s what I have to do.” 

“But you’ll at least stay for your daughter’s wedding, won’t you?” 
Jared surprised himself by asking. 

She nodded. “I’ll stay for the mating feast, but I must go home the 
next day.” 

Kelzy snorted smoke, clearly upset. We will take you then, but don’t 
expect me to be happy about it. 

 

* * * * 

 

"Kel will seek his mate soon." Gareth knew he had to tread lightly. 
Belora had not been raised in the Lair and did not know the way of 
things among dragon matings. 

"He’s already chosen a mate?" Belora spoke softly, wrapped in his 
arms in the dark of the night. 


"He hasn’t made his formal declaration yet, but he will soon. That 
means we’ll be adding to our family as well." 

She turned to peer up at him in the darkness. "How so?" 

"When dragons mate, their human partners cannot help but share 
in the event. It's because of the close bond we share with our dragon 
partners. Kelvan intends to mate with Rohtina. Her partner is named 
Lars. He and I have been friends for a very long time. When Kel claims 
his mate, we will become family of a sort. Lars and I will train with our 
dragon partners and will go into battle together from then on. We will 
patrol together and work together—even live together in the same set of 
apartments." 

"Does this Lars have a wife?" 

Gareth shook his head. "No. There are so few women born with 
ability to hear the dragons, many of the knights never find a woman to 
share their lives. It was a miracle when Kelvan found you. He would have 
given you the stag, but he made an issue out of it so he would be able to 
bring you to me. He suspected the Mother of All put you in our path so 
that I could find you and make you mine, and I quite agree." 

"Praise the Mother, then. She certainly knows what She's doing." 
She reached up and kissed him deeply, caressing his cheek with her soft 
fingers. 

"As soon as we move the rest of your things from your cabin into our 
new apartments, there will be a mating ceremony held for us. It's 
basically an excuse to eat, drink and be merry as our fellows wish us 
well. There will even be dancing." 

"Oh, Gareth! I don't know how to dance." 

"Not to worry. I didn't expect you would know our style of dance 
anyway, so I talked to your mother and she's setting up some practice for 
us." 


"What's different about your kind of dancing?" 

He shifted uncomfortably. "Since there are so few women among us, 
our dances are designed around sets of three—two men and one woman. 
We don't dance often, but a mating ceremony is one of the times when 
tradition requires it, and it really is a lot of fun. Don't worry; you'll enjoy 
it. I promise." 


Chapter Five 

 

Lars was a big man, the same tall height as Gareth, but even more 
muscular. Where Gareth had the sleek muscles of a racehorse, Lars had 
a stockier sort of strength. His hair was the color of pale wheat and his 
eyes a sparkling turquoise blue that crinkled at the corners when he 
smiled. His smile, when it appeared, was open, generous and 
surprisingly kind, though it seemed he was a quiet man by nature. 

Belora took one look at him and had to fight the odd feeling in the 
depths of her womb. Was it right to be so attracted to a man after 
pledging your life to another? She wasn’t sure, but she found it 
impossible not to notice the tingle in her skin when he took her hand in 
the moves of the dances they were teaching her. She caught his eyes 
twinkling at her at times with an odd sort of speculation and a definite 
masculine appreciation that fairly took her breath away. 

She thought she intercepted a look or two between the men that 
made her loins burn. When she caught Gareth’s eye he was wholly 
approving of her, encouraging her to learn the more intricate steps of the 
progressively harder dances they showed her. By the time they moved on 
to the “mating dance” that would culminate the feast in their honor, her 
blood was sizzling with desire and the two men were more than familiar 
with the feel of her body under their guiding hands. It was an amazing 
feeling. 

“Let’s take a short break before we begin the next one.” 


Gareth moved over to a small side table where a jug of wine and 
several earthen cups stood. He poured for each of them and served with 
good grace as Lars helped Belora to sit on the pretty, warm bricks that 
edged Kelvan’s wallow. They had shown her about five different dances, 
each one progressively harder. They involved a bit more touching than 
she was used to, but touching two such handsome men was no 
hardship, she thought with an inward grin. 

“Will I be expected to dance with other people?” she asked over the 
rim of her wine cup as Gareth sat down beside her. 

“No. Just us. Lars is our third since he and Rohtina will be joining 
our family.” 

“I think Kelvan and Tina will enjoy the larger quarters. I went by 
there today and it’s nicely placed.” Lars sat beside them and gazed over 
the warm sands of the smaller sized wallow. When his dragon partner 
and Kelvan mated, they would require a much larger space to share. 

“I’m going to start moving my stuff over tomorrow. How about you?” 
Gareth moved closer to her, pulling her back against his chest as his free 
arm tucked around her waist. She was surprised by the intimate move, 
but neither man seemed to think anything of it, so after a few moments, 
she relaxed back against him. 

“I figured I’d do the same. Tina has some stuff she’s collected over 
the years that she wants me to shift for her. Little sparkly stones and 
bits she’s found in her journeys.” 

“Women of every species like their gems.” Gareth and Lars chuckled 
but Belora gasped as Gareth’s large hand moved up to cup her breast. 
She couldn’t believe he would fondle her in front of his friend, regardless 
of whether or not they were becoming some sort of family. She stiffened 
and would have pulled away, but Lars took her hand in his surprisingly 
gentle grasp and held her eyes. 


“Don’t be embarrassed. It is our way to be free amongst our family. 
I’ve accepted that I will never find a woman as Gareth has found you. Let 
me share in what you have together, at least in this way for now.” 

“I’m not used to this. Your ways are very strange to me.” She settled 
back against Gareth with a little trembling in her limbs, but didn’t object 
further as his hand moved down inside the V of her blouse to cup her 
bare breast and flick the nipple so it stood out against the soft fabric. 
She knew Lars could see it clearly as his eyes dipped to focus on her 
nipples, blossoming under Gareth’s skillful touch. 

“I know, love, but this will be your home now. I hope you’ll try to 
adjust to our ways.” Gareth dipped to kiss her neck as he spoke softly 
next to her ear. “I won’t rush you, but I need you to be open to new 
experiences. Can you do that for me? For us all?” 

His hand squeezed her nipple hard and she felt little tremors of 
excitement course through her womb. She found she liked the hot flash 
of Lars’ turquoise eyes as he licked his firm lips, his eyes glued to 
Gareth’s manipulations under her shirt. It was definitely a new 
experience, but she found she wasn’t afraid. She trusted Gareth with her 
very life. It was little stretch to trust him with her pleasure. He would 
never hurt her or make her do anything she didn’t want to do. She knew 
that in her soul and it allowed her to let go and let him lead their 
pleasure. 

She nodded as he moved his hand out of her blouse and turned her 
in his arms to face her. His eyes held hers and sought her answer. 

“I trust you and I’ll try.” 

A broad smile spread across his lips before they claimed hers in a 
deep, happy kiss. He lingered over her lips before turning her once more 
in his arms. Lars had moved closer while they kissed and now he was 


only inches from her aroused body. Gareth pushed her gently toward his 
friend, encouraging her with his voice. 

“Kiss Lars, sweet. Let him know there are no hard feelings. Welcome 
him to our family and let him know just a tiny bit of what we share.” 

She looked back at him questioningly, but his eyes were 
encouraging and his hands open, willing to let her decide whether she 
would go through with his suggestion or not. It was the freedom to 
choose that made her move forward. A kiss was a small thing, after all, 
and it was not like it was any kind of hardship to share a kiss with such 
a handsome and kind man. She turned back and smiled at Lars as she 
moved into his strong arms. 

He clasped her against his chest and moved his head down, his 
turquoise eyes dazzling her as he drew closer, oh, so slowly. When his 
firm lips met hers, her eyes shut in self-defense as his scent, his feel, and 
his amazingly gentle touch flooded her senses with warmth. His lips 
caressed hers for a long moment before his tongue sought entrance, 
taking the kiss deeper. She was surprised, but more than willing, swept 
up in the passion of the man and the moment. 

Lars kissed like a dream. Gentle as only a very strong man can be, 
he tempered his strength with a deep passion that she could feel as his 
muscular arms trembled the tiniest bit. He made a small, inarticulate 
sound of pleasure as she wrapped her arms around him. It spurred her 
on and she answered the sweeping intimacies of his tongue in her mouth 
with her own daring forays into his warmth. She felt hot all over and 
realized vaguely that Gareth had moved up behind them, enclosing her 
between the two men. His hands teased her nipples and stoked her fire. 

When at long last the kiss broke, all three were panting. Belora shot 
shocked eyes up to Lars and was greeted with a stunned smile. 


“You are beautiful, milady, and much too good for a scoundrel like 
Gareth. I wish I had met you first.” 

She laughed and the tension of the moment was broken. She 
realized that while Gareth had been palming her breasts, Lars’ hands 
were up under her skirts, skimming her legs. They now rested on her 
thighs, his fingers dangerously close to the juncture that fairly wept with 
arousal. 

“In the mating dance, you will be expected to kiss us both and we 
will both handle your body in ever more intimate ways — lifting you up 
in our arms, twirling you around, touching you all over. You must give 
over control to us completely.” Gareth’s breath pulsed against her ear 
and made her shiver. “Can you handle it?” He spoke it like a dare. 

“I can handle it, but will everyone be watching?” 

Lars nodded. “The mated pairs will be dancing with us, but the 
single knights will certainly enjoy the show, dreaming of the day they 
find their own mate and are able to claim her before the entire enclave. 
It’s a rite of passage and something we do to solidify our families and 
share our pleasure with our fellows. It’s important.” 

The earnestness of his words touched her heart. It made an odd sort 
of sense and it made her want to perform this strange dance with these 
two strong men, for the good of the Lair. 

“All right. I guess it won’t be so bad if we’re not the only ones doing 
it.” 

Gareth chuckled as he rose and lifted her up by the arms. Lars 
stood in front of her and they moved back to the cleared area where 
they’d been practicing before. 

“We’ll all be dressed differently of course, so we’ll just pantomime 
some of the parts we can only do while in the ceremonial clothing.” 


Gareth moved in front of his mate-to-be and positioned her for the 
start of the dance. He was much closer to her than he had been for any 
of the other dances she’d learned that day and Lars stood so close to her 
back, she could feel his warmth. She did the moves as they taught them 
to her but quickly realized just a few minutes into this strange dance 
that he was not kidding when he said she would have to give over control 
to them both. 

After a few initial moves, she was simply swept off her feet by first 
Gareth, then Lars, passed between them as her feet barely touched the 
ground. The two brawny men did most of the work as they swung her 
around in their strong arms, her body held tight to their own while little 
tingles of electricity raced through her frame. Gareth made her burn with 
his barest touch, but the look in Lars’ turquoise eyes as he held her close 
nearly made her insides melt. The set of his jaw proclaimed how very 
hungry he was for her and she could feel his shocking erection against 
her abdomen as he held her close. 

“That’s enough for now, I think.” Gareth’s voice was calm as he 
stood behind them. Lars’ mesmerizing eyes were fused to her own. 
Gradually, he released her and she slid down his hard body to rest once 
more on unsteady feet. Her entire body trembled and she could feel that 
he was hard as granite against her. A muscle ticked in his jaw but 
otherwise he indicated none of his discomfort. 

Gareth snuck his arm around her waist from behind and pulled her 
unresisting body back against him as she swayed on her feet. She was 
glad of his support though her dazed eyes were still locked on Lars. 

“We’ll see you later, Lars. Thanks for your assistance.” Gareth’s 
words were formal but his tone was warm. She realized he knew exactly 
what afflicted his friend as he fit her bottom against his own raging hard-
on. 


After a long moment Lars nodded, bowed slightly to her, and left the 
chamber. 

“Will he be all right?” 

Gareth chuckled behind her, pulling her soft body closer against his. 
“Nothing a few strokes of his hand won’t cure. Would you like to help 
him?” 

She was shocked, but also titillated by the teasing remark. “Would 
you want me to?” 

Gareth turned her in his arms. “Oh, yes. I’d enjoy watching that.” 

She stiffened in his arms. “You’d enjoy seeing me pleasure other 
men?” 

“Not just any other man. Only Lars. He will be our family soon, 
Belora. It’s only right that you should be able to share pleasure with him. 
It’s normal and healthy for our kind.” 

“I don’t understand your ways at all.” She shook her head but 
relaxed once more against his hard body. 

“It’s all right. We have time yet.” He hugged her close, tucking her 
head under his chin. “Does the idea repulse you though? Could you 
make him welcome in our family, do you think?” 

She snuggled into him. “He’s so quiet, yet I sense in him a great well 
of feeling kept tightly under wraps. He’s so alone.” Her voice was quiet 
with thought and sympathy. 

“Lars has been alone for a long time. His parents and siblings were 
killed right in front of him during the Northern Wars when he was only a 
small boy. His partner, Rohtina, found him among those left for dead a 
few days later. He was badly injured, but managed to cling to her back 
until she could get him back to the Lair. For years he spoke to no one 
but Rohtina, his dragon partner.” Gareth sighed as he tucked her hair 
behind her ear and held her close. “He’s only a year or so younger than 


me and we became friends early on when we were still just boys really. 
Others thought him strange and it was hard for him to find welcome 
from some of the other knights, but we’ve been close friends for many 
years. I love him as a brother though I’ve never said the words to him I 
know he feels the same, though he rarely speaks at all.” 

“Now I begin to understand what lies beneath.” Her mind spun and 
her heart opened with sympathy and a nurturing kind of love for Lars. It 
encompassed Gareth too, for the protective way he spoke of his heart-
scarred friend. 

“Because Rohtina will be Kelvan’s mate, our friendship will now 
become a true partnership. We will be family, a fighting unit when on 
duty and a partnership in whatever we do. All five of us will live together 
in one large suite and any children we have will also be his to nurture 
and raise. When the dragonets come, likewise we will all help in whatever 
way Kel and Tina need us to. The five of us will be family in the truest 
sense.” 

“Am I expected to… uh… to have sex with him?” She didn’t really 
know if she was nervous about the answer or excited. Either way, her 
breath was coming faster and something inside her womb clenched in 
anticipation. 

“Neither of us will ever force you to do anything you don’t want to 
do.” 

“But is that how the other mated pairs work?” 

“Most, yes. There are so few women among us that it’s normal for 
one woman to be wife to both knights if their dragons are mated. Kel 
says the Mother of All knows what She’s doing when She pairs off the 
dragons and their knights. But not all matings work the same way. There 
are no real rules about it. Each woman pretty much decides for herself 
what she’s comfortable with and how the relationship will work. It’ll be 


up to you if you accept Lars in your bed or even how far you will go with 
him. You could limit yourself to just kissing him, which is a common 
enough courtesy. Or you could move further into sharing oral pleasure 
and the like. Or you could take him as you take me, or take us both at 
the same time.” 

His words and the deep tone of his voice made her squirm. She 
pressed her legs together and felt the wetness already on her thighs from 
this hot conversation. She realized it wasn’t fear that made her feel this 
way. No, she rather liked the idea of what Gareth was proposing. She felt 
the same instant attraction to Lars as she had felt the moment she had 
seen Gareth. Something about both men called out to her heart and her 
very soul. It was not logical, but it was, nonetheless. Something about 
them felt right and good. She would be a fool not to explore where this 
might lead. 

“Do you really want this? Wouldn’t you be jealous if I took him as 
my lover?” 

Gareth stared down at her with serious eyes. “If you took any other 
man as a lover I would kill him outright.” She gasped at the deadly intent 
in his eyes. “But Lars is my brother. Our dragon partners are going to be 
mates. It’s inevitable that the three of us will be caught up in the fever as 
our dragon partners mate, and they’ll do so often now that they’re finally 
free to join. I couldn’t let Lars face that alone. I must admit the idea of 
watching you with him, of filling you at the same time as he does, excites 
me. There’s no other man I would share you with. Only him. I know that 
if I should fall in battle, he’ll be there to take care of you and vice versa. 
We’re a team now. The Mother of All has ordained it. We’ll both love you 
until the day we die, if you let us.” 

 

* * * * 


 

Belora thought about Gareth’s shocking words as they ate and later 
as he led her to the communal hot baths. She had heard about them, of 
course, but had not visited the hot springs yet herself. 

The chamber was large and the main pool absolutely huge. It could 
have qualified as a small lake, she thought idly, but the bubbling, 
effervescent surface and slightly metallic smell of the water made it much 
different from any other lake she had ever seen. 

There were a few men there before them and they all looked up as 
Gareth and Belora entered. Several shouted greetings to Gareth or lifted 
their hands to wave while eyeing Belora with great interest. She began to 
wonder just how this bathing business was supposed to be accomplished 
without great embarrassment. She tugged on Gareth’s hand and he 
stopped to look down at her. 

“I hope you don’t expect me to get naked in front of all of them.” Her 
whispered words carried to him alone though she knew all the men 
present watched them closely. 

“There’s no shame in nakedness, Belora. Besides, remember what I 
said before? I think I’ll enjoy knowing that my friends and comrades can 
look but never touch my mate. Many of them may never find mates of 
their own. Seeing the happiness of others is the only real glimpse of joy 
left to them besides the momentary pleasure they can find with a whore 
or some other random woman who doesn’t mind the great huge dragon 
lurking about outside in her garden, scaring the neighbors.” 

Belora giggled at the picture he painted with his words and his lips 
softened into a loving smile. He stroked back her hair and caressed her 
cheek. 

“Besides, we won’t be in the main pool. There are smaller pools 
designed for a bit more privacy. We’ll use one of those, okay?” 


“Will they be able to see us?” 

“Maybe. If they were in the right spot.” 

She chuckled. “How much do you want to bet they’ll all want to 
move suddenly to the one area from which they can see me naked?” 

“You’ve got a point there.” He chuckled as she did. “But then, you’ll 
be seeing them naked too, so it kind of evens out.” 

“Hmm.” She looked around his broad body to get another 
exaggerated look at the muscular men sitting or wading in the fairly 
shallow water near the edge. “I hadn’t thought of that. That blonde man 
has a spectacular ass. Do you think he’ll mind me ogling him?” 

“He might not, but I certainly will.” Gareth growled with a grin as he 
chased her toward the far end of the cavern where the more private pools 
lay. 

A bit breathless from both the exertion and the heat of the cavern, 
she came to a sudden halt before one of the pools. Lars was there. 
Already naked and in the water. 

“And when were you going to tell me about this?” She arched her 
brow and looked from Lars to Gareth with teasing accusation in her eyes. 
She gasped aloud when Lars stood from the water, his nude body 
gleaming wetly in the low light of the cavern. He was solid muscle and 
had a long, thick cock that was rock hard and aimed right at her. 

“I’ll leave if you wish it.” 

He made to step out of the pool but halted when Belora took one 
almost unconscious step toward him, her eyes entranced with his waving 
cock. She realized this was a further part of Gareth’s plan to make her 
aware of the things that would be expected of her as his wife and get her 
used to Lars as well. As far as plans went, she had to agree it was a good 
one. A woman would have to be dead not to be attracted to the masculine 
perfection and puppy-like eagerness of them both. They wanted so much 


to please her and for her to accept them. It was touching really. And very 
flattering. 

“Don’t leave, Lars. If I’m really going to marry into this world, I need 
to know if I can handle it, right?” She turned around and punched 
Gareth in the arm. “Don’t think I don’t recognize your plotting hand in 
this little scene, but in this case, you’re probably right. I’m willing to try 
and see where this goes. He can stay and watch, but if I want to call a 
halt at any time, you have to promise to stop.” 

“Of course!” Gareth pulled her close and hugged her. “Your wishes 
will always come first. Always!” 

She nodded against his chest and stroked his arms. “I thought you’d 
say that, but I had to be sure. This is kind of scary for me.” 

He soothed her and hugged her tightly. “You’re so brave, my sweet.” 
He bent to whisper in her ear. “I love you so much. Do you realize how 
very special you are to me? I will never love again. Only you, Belora. For 
the rest of our lives.” 

He kissed her then, pouring all his love into his kiss and she clung 
to him. Before she knew it, she felt the wafting warm air of the cave 
against her bare skin. Gareth had tugged her robe away until she was 
standing naked in his strong arms. Her eyes shot to Lars as Gareth 
pulled back, easing from their kiss. 

Lars watched her every move, his eyes dark turquoise in the dim 
light, his gaze intense as he saw her nude body for the first time. Gareth 
spun her in his arms and pulled her back against his front, wrapping 
one muscular forearm around her waist as the other hand moved up to 
cup her breast, displaying her for his friend. 

Entranced by the look on Lars’ angular face, Belora felt a slick 
wetness seeping down the insides of her thighs. She had never been so 
excited by the mere look of a man before. Lars eased back into the water, 


seating himself on an underwater ledge at the far side of the small pool, 
one hand disappearing under the transparent surface to curve around 
his hard cock, stroking slowly as he watched Belora in Gareth’s arms. 

She licked her lips, thinking of forbidden things. But perhaps they 
weren’t so forbidden after all. If she were going to go through with this, 
she could have both of these handsome, heart-strong men all to herself 
for the rest of their lives. Something in her heart felt warm and secure at 
the thought yet her mind worried over how such a relationship would 
work. 

“Don’t think so hard, sweet.” Gareth’s warm breath puffed against 
her ear as he spoke and his hands caressed her, the one at her waist 
slipping down to tease the neat curls at the juncture of her thighs. “Just 
feel.” 

He slipped his fingers into her folds and her knees went weak. One 
hand squeezed her nipple, the other her clit, and her eyes closed in 
yearning ecstasy. Slowly, he moved his fingers over her clit, pressing and 
rotating in little swirls over the sensitive flesh, making her squirm. His 
other hand dropped down and then he was spreading her pussy wide, 
allowing Lars to see everything he was doing, showcasing her responsive 
clit for the other man. 

“See how he looks at you? If you let him, he would suck your clit 
while I sucked your nipples.” 

The words inflamed her and she groaned, shivering in his arms. Her 
eyes opened to see Lars stroking himself under the water more firmly 
now, his eyes feasting on the sight of her feminine core as Gareth used 
two fingers to probe deep inside her. She was slick with excitement and 
his passage was made easier by the fact that she was near peak from 
nothing more than his stroking and Lars’ hot gaze. 


He pumped his fingers into her tight core a few more times before 
she came hard on his hand, stifling her cry against his shoulder as he 
supported her spasming body. He held her, crooning to her as he pulled 
his fingers from her body, bringing them to his lips and licking them. 

“Mmm. Delicious.” He turned her slightly in his arms and brought 
the still wet fingers to her mouth. “Taste,” he whispered. “Suck them 
clean.” She opened her lips as his fingers pushed inside. She tasted 
herself on his flesh and the look in his eyes nearly drove her wild. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” 

He removed his fingers and kissed her deeply. A moment later, her 
world spun as he hoisted her up in his arms and stepped into the pool. 
He lowered her into the warm water, supporting her as she learned the 
feel of the warm mineral springs. She smiled at him, still a bit nervous of 
the other man sharing the wide pool, watching them from the other end. 
There were a few feet between where Gareth held her and Lars sat 
watching. It would be so easy to bridge that space physically, but 
mentally she just wasn’t quite ready. 

“The water’s so warm and bubbly.” She marveled at the feel of tiny 
bubbles bursting against her skin, leaving her feeling clean and relaxed. 

“It’s fed from the earth below with just a bit of magic to keep it warm 
and flowing.” 

“It’s wonderful.” 

“Not nearly as wonderful as you, Belora.” 

She smiled as he levered himself away and sat on the ledge of the 
pool, his raging hard-on out of the water. She licked her lips again, 
wanting nothing more than to taste him as she had once before. Her eyes 
must have spoken of her desire because he chuckled and pulled her 
between his spread knees, his legs wrapping around her and crossing at 
the ankles behind her back. 


“Oh, yes, I can see we both want the same thing. Taste me, Belora. 
Take me in your sweet mouth.” 

He guided her head gently toward his cock and she liked the way 
her breasts felt caressed by the millions of tiny bubbles in the water. She 
tingled all over as his hands tangled in her hair, urging her to do what 
she wanted. With a sigh of satisfaction, she placed her lips around his 
hard cock, sliding down and using her tongue the way he had coached 
her to do. Satisfaction filled her when he groaned in pleasure. 

She knew Lars could see every movement. The thought didn’t 
disturb her as much as she thought it would. In fact, it tickled her sense 
of adventure and made her want to give him a show worth remembering. 
The idea that he was so close, so much a part of this even though he was 
only an observer, made her hot. 

No doubt about it. She was wanton. 

She smiled around Gareth’s cock as she realized it was he who had 
awakened these raging desires within her. Gareth was her first lover, but 
if he had his way, she would take Lars before long as well. At first the 
thought had shocked and scared her, but now that she was getting to 
know the strong, silent knight, the idea was more and more appealing. 
She wondered what his cock would taste like and how he would respond 
to her sucking. Maybe, she thought with a blush and a feeling of 
incredulity, it was time to find out. 

Gareth stopped her with a slight tug on her hair. A surprising 
disappointment swept through her, but she trusted him to lead their love 
play. He knew things about lovemaking that she had never experienced 
and she would follow his lead. 

“As much as I love the feel of your talented tongue on my cock and 
balls, if we don’t stop now, I’ll come much sooner than I’d like.” 


He dropped into the pool and brought his lips to hers, working her 
around in the wide pool until they were just a few feet from Lars. 
Gareth’s strong arms lifted her out of the water and set her on the edge 
of the pool. She was surprised by the sudden move and grabbed onto his 
shoulders for balance, but his smile set her at ease and reignited the 
fires in her belly. Sweet Mother, how she loved this man! 

“Are you ready for me, sweet?” Holding her eyes, he parted her 
pussy lips with one hand and entered her channel with the fingers of the 
other. He smiled devilishly as her slick wetness coated his fingers. “You 
want my cock, Belora? Tell me if you do.” 

“Yes,” she whimpered. 

“Yes? What do you want, love? Tell me.” His eyes challenged her, 
while his fingers continued to tease. 

“I want your cock, Gareth. In me. I want your cock in me now.” Her 
whispered words seemed to galvanize him. 

He stepped up onto the ledge that put him at the perfect height to 
slide home into her pussy with one solid thrust. She cried out lightly as 
he slid home, only then realizing that Lars was standing right beside 
them now, watching all in intimate detail as his hand squeezed his 
rampant cock. 

Her eyes locked with Lars’ turquoise gaze for a long moment and she 
realized that his presence seemed somehow right. Only one thing could 
make it better, she thought with a shock. That he could find satisfaction 
at the same time they did. 

“Let me,” she whispered, bringing both knights’ eyes to her face. 
Gareth followed the trail of her eyes with his and nodded at Lars, a broad 
smile spreading across his strong lips. 

Lars wasted no time, moving up to stand the edge of the pool, his 
hard length level with her mouth. She knew he was giving her the choice 


of how she would pleasure him and the fear inside her made her want to 
start slow. She brought one hand up to circle his pulsing cock as Gareth 
resumed stroking in and out of her pussy. His hands and mouth teased 
her nipples while Lars watched, the only contact between them her hand 
on his cock. She realized he was letting her call the shots, letting her 
decide how far this would go. The thought made her feel safe and 
cherished. This strong man was allowing her to choose what she would 
give him with no complaint. The idea humbled and warmed her, showing 
her without words how noble a man he really was. 

Leaning slightly, she licked his length and looked up into his 
smoldering turquoise gaze. Holding his eyes, she took him deep in her 
mouth and used her tongue to learn his shape, his taste, and his feel. He 
was spectacular. 

She sucked him deep as Gareth thrust into her core, bringing her 
closer and closer to orgasm. She knew when she flew to the stars this 
time, she would take both of these special, beloved men with her. Gareth 
bit her nipple and pinched the other hard as he drove into her faster and 
faster. She felt her climax starting from deep within and she pulled hard 
on Lars’ hot cock, coaxing his climax with the suction of her mouth. He 
came as she did, followed only seconds later by Gareth’s spurting deep 
inside her womb. 

 

The three of them lounged in the pool for long moments, enjoying 
the restorative power of the bubbly water. They sat on the ledge, each 
submerged slightly, Gareth’s arm thrown casually around Belora’s 
shoulder as his hand dipped down to toy with her nipple. Lars sat on her 
other side, not touching, but watching her with a renewed heat and pure 
male appreciation. 


“Thank you.” Lars’ soft voice came to her from out of the dimness of 
the cavern, making her look over to meet his intense gaze. 

She smiled softly at him and leaned up to kiss his lips sweetly. He 
took the kiss deeper, and she slipped into his arms for a long, languid 
moment. 

“I don’t know yet if I can go much further with this, Lars.” She 
pulled away from him to sit on her own between the two men. She had to 
tell them what was going on in her mind. She didn’t want them getting 
the wrong idea that suddenly she was okay with the crazy lifestyle in the 
Lair. “I’ll be brutally honest with you. Now that things have cooled a bit, 
I’m a little shocked by what I just did, but it felt good. I don’t regret it, 
but I have to think about this a bit more.” 

Gareth’s hand stroked her wet hair. “Take the time you need, my 
love. I’m sorry if you feel pressured. We don’t mean to rush you.” 

“I don’t feel pressured, but it’s a lot to take in all at once. Just give 
me some more time, okay? I didn’t want you assuming I was fine with 
everything when in my mind I still have some reservations.” 

Lars smiled kindly at her. “Honesty in all things is important 
between mates. Or potential mates.” 

Feeling somewhat better, she dipped into the pool, bathing her hair 
in the effervescent water. After a few more relaxing minutes, they all 
gathered their robes and left the pool. Gareth and Belora headed for his 
suite and Lars walked away toward where his dragon waited. 


Chapter Six 

 

When Gareth and Kelvan took off for patrol early the next morning, 
Belora went to visit her mother in Kelzy’s suite. 

I heard you went to the springs last eve. Kelzy’s voice sounded in the 
minds of both mother and daughter though Adora knew the dragon 
addressed her daughter. The blush staining Belora’s fair cheeks amused 
her, but she also felt a pang of regret for her little girl who was now a 
woman grown. 

“Um… yes. It was very educational.” 

Kelzy snorted smoke in dragonish laughter. I bet. 

“Mama Kelzy, are you teasing my girl?” Adora gathered her daughter 
close for a long hug. “I’ve missed you, honey girl. What have you been 
doing with yourself?” 

“Trying to decide if I’m going to stay.” 

Belora looked so torn. Adora kept her arm around her shoulders and 
guided her to sit with her at the edge of Kelzy’s wallow. She shot a 
concerned glance to the dragon. 

I thought your mating feast was set for this evening? 

“It is, but I’m just not sure I can go through with it.” Her eyes looked 
pained and confused. 

“Why not?” 

“Oh, Mama, it’s so different here. The things they expect of me… I 
just don’t know if it’s right or if I can do it.” 


“What things?” Adora’s voice held all the anger of an enraged mother 
hen. She had spent most of her life protecting this girl. She’d done the 
best she could to raise her strong and comfortable in herself. She 
couldn’t fathom what the knights would ask of her that would put such 
fear and self-doubt in her eyes, but she didn’t like it. Indignation filled 
her, the inner fire that she usually kept well banked, rising to take on 
anyone who would hurt her baby. 

Belora blushed a fiery red. “Um… sexual things. There are so few 
women here, you see. And when Kelvan mates, they expect me to… oh, 
this is hard to talk about, even with you, Mama.” 

Kelzy shook her great head and sighed warm air around them. 
Adora pinned her with a steely gaze. 

“Just what is making my brave baby girl so confused? And what has 
your son to do with it?” 

Kelzy shifted in her wallow. It’s always hardest on those not raised in 
a Lair. Adora, you have to realize the bond between dragon and knight is 
soul deep. What he feels, we feel and vice versa. When Jared takes a 
woman, I feel it and if I’m ever lucky enough to be able to mate again, it 
will undoubtedly drive Jared into an uncontrollable lust. That’s why 
fighting dragons – those of us with knights – are forbidden to mate unless 
either our knight or our mate’s knight has a wife. When the lust rides us 
all, the knights will turn to their wife to share the mating fever safely. 

“Wife? Only one wife for two knights?!” 

Kelzy nodded her great head. There are so few women who can live 
among dragons. Our knights have learned to share. But their love and 
protection for their wife runs deeper than any regular tie. They live 
dangerous lives. If one knight falls, he knows his partner will be there to 
take care of their wife and young. It’s the way of fighting knights and 
dragons. It has been this way for centuries. 


“Well, that’s some dirty little secret you have there.” Adora was 
shocked, but turned over the problem in her mind. “So just who else is 
my baby expected to marry tonight?” 

“His name is Lars.” Belora’s voice was reserved, her face flushed and 
eyes confused. “He’s wonderful, Mama. Really. He’s quiet and so 
thoughtful and he has the gentlest heart.” 

“You sound half in love with him already!” Adora was scandalized, 
and more than a little intrigued. Still, it didn’t sit quite right, her 
inexperienced baby girl being expected to welcome two brawny knights 
into her life and her bed. 

Belora seemed to think about it. “You know, maybe I am. Gareth 
brought him around and helped us get to know each other. I like him a 
lot, but I don’t know if I can let them both…” She trailed off in 
embarrassment once more. 

“They are expected to have her at the same time?” Adora turned 
accusing eyes to the dragon. 

When the mating heat is upon them all, it will be inevitable. Most of 
the human women involved in such arrangements seem to enjoy it 
immensely. Think of the benefits, child. Two men at your beck and call at 
all times. Two men who will love you and put your happiness and safety 
above all. Two men to help around the Lair and father your babies. 

“This isn’t some kind of perverse partner-swapping arrangement, is 
it?” Adora wanted to know. 

By the Mother, where do you get such notions? Of course it isn’t! Once 
mated, knights remain true to their mates for the rest of their lives. This 
isn’t some whim. The Mother guides the knights in their selection of a 
mate, just as She guides us dragons. Is it any wonder your daughter 
already has feelings for the knight of my son’s future mate? The Mother of 
All knows what She is doing after all. 


“I love Gareth, Mama. I loved him almost from the first moment I 
saw him and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. But I feel 
things for Lars too. It’s hard to describe. He’s so different from Gareth, so 
special. I want to bring him out of his shell and tease him until he 
laughs. He doesn’t laugh nearly enough. I like his kisses and I love the 
way he treats me as if I’m made of spun glass.” 

Adora didn’t know what to think but the look in her daughter’s eyes 
was oddly reassuring. “I think I need to meet this Lars.” 

He’ll be here in a few minutes. I just sent for Rohtina, his partner, to 
bring him here. She wants to meet you too, by the way. How could a 
sensible man like Gareth overlook introducing the two females who will be 
expected to share a suite? I thought he was smarter than that. Honestly! 

Kelzy huffed while the two human women listened to the sounds of 
an approaching dragon. Apparently, Rohtina was prompt and somewhat 
eager to meet them if her fast tread was any indication. When she came 
through the huge archway, Adora caught her breath. 

She was a gorgeous young dragon in a golden red hue that shone 
like the morning sun. Her eyes were amber jewels, bright with 
intelligence and eagerly taking in all there was to see. Intelligence 
sparkled there and a perky humor, if she didn’t miss her guess. 

Adora and her daughter stood to greet Rohtina with a formal bow, 
which was graciously returned. Straightening, Adora noted the tall 
blonde man at the dragon’s side. No wonder her daughter was half in 
love with him already. He was even more beautiful than his dragon 
partner! These two together shone like the sun between her iridescent 
golden red scales and his silvery blonde perfection, they were nearly 
blinding. 

Adora strode forward. “Lady Rohtina, I’ve just learned that your 
knight expects to be mate to my daughter.” 


This is true, Madam. The dragon projected her thoughts to all in the 
room. Her voice was melodic and gentle, quite different from Kelzy’s more 
martial tone. 

“You’ll understand that I raised my daughter with quite a different 
expectation than having two husbands?” 

That is my understanding, but you must also understand that things 
are different among knights and dragons. 

Don’t you dare lecture my girl, Tina, Kelzy interjected with a hint of 
amusement. Though she doesn’t understand Lair life, she knows more 
about our kind than most of the knights. 

Rohtina bowed her head in respect to the older dragon. If you say 
so. 

At this point, Belora broke out laughing. Lars chuckled too, followed 
by the rest of them. Belora moved forward to face the pretty female 
dragon. 

“I like you, Lady Rohtina. You’ve got spunk.” 

I like the way you make my knight feel. I don’t think he’s ever been 
this happy or hopeful. 

Lars’ fair skin flushed at his dragon partner’s candid words, but 
Belora moved forward to take his hand in hers. She brought him to her 
mother and made introductions, including him in the group of females. 
Adora saw immediately that this young man had hidden depths. From 
the way his shoulders immediately relaxed, Belora’s touch obviously 
comforted him. She also liked the gentle way he cradled her daughter’s 
small hand in his own. 

“What are your intentions toward my daughter?” Adora asked 
boldly. 

“Mother!” 


“No, Belora, she has every right to ask such a question.” Lars raised 
Belora’s small hand, stroking her palm soothingly. “My intention is to 
love her and protect her all of our lives. I will be true to her, cherish her, 
and put her happiness above my own.” 

“But you’ve only just met.” Adora didn’t understand how her 
sensible baby girl could fall in love with two men in nearly as many days, 
much less how those two men could claim to love her just as deeply, just 
as fast. 

“Gareth knew her the moment he saw her. It’s the way of knights to 
know their mate almost on sight. I like to think I would have recognized 
her too, had I been the first to meet her. As it stands, since Rohtina told 
me of her intention to mate with Kelvan, I’ve been introduced and found 
time to get to know Belora. But my heart knew her already. When I first 
looked into her eyes, I knew I’d found what I’d been seeking.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Belora’s whisper carried 
in the quiet room. 

Lars shrugged, his turquoise eyes locking on her as if she were the 
only one in the room. “It wasn’t yet time. Now it is. You’re ready to hear it 
and I’m ready to say it. I love you, Belora. If you let me, I’ll love you truly 
for the rest of our lives.” He sank down to one knee, humbling himself 
before her. “Will you be my wife?” 

Tears streamed down her face as Belora reached down and kissed 
Lars on the lips, dragging him upward so she could put her arms around 
his thick, muscular frame. He wrapped her up in his arms and kissed 
her deeply, holding her close as the others watched, knowing they had 
been forgotten. 

Just for the record, you understand, what’s your answer? Kelzy’s 
amused voice broke them apart. 


“Oh, I think she said yes, Mama Kelzy.” Adora leaned comfortably 
back against Kelzy’s sparkling foreleg, watching her daughter with 
amusement. 

Lars and his partner seemed to be surprised by Adora’s familiarity 
with the older dragon. 

Well, I think that’s settled, isn’t it? 

“I’m still not totally sure I’m comfortable with this two husband 
arrangement.” 

Child, do you trust me? 

“Well, of course I trust you. You raised me, didn’t you?” Again the 
two newcomers were surprised by the conversation, but didn’t interject. 

Then trust me on this. It’s the way of Lair life and no hardship on the 
woman, I can assure you. Your girl will come to no harm with her two 
mates and will, in all likelihood, be very happy. 

“You promise?” Adora held out her little human hand to the huge 
dragon. 

I promise. Kelzy put one huge talon carefully into the small woman’s 
hand and they shook once as if in some childhood ritual. It was totally 
charming and utterly strange behavior for a fighting dragon – especially 
one of Kelzy’s stature. 

“Okay then.” 

Now off with you three. Adora and I have plans to discuss for tonight 
and plots to hatch. Kelzy swept one of her great wings toward the 
entrance shooing her guests out. 

 

Belora hugged her mother once and headed out with Lars and his 
dragon partner. 

“Your mother is definitely and interesting woman,” he mused as he 
settled his arm around her waist. 


“Lady Kelzy practically raised her from the time she was just a 
toddler ‘til she was about ten years old.” 

Kelzy? Raise a human child? The others talk about her strange ways 
but I didn’t realize there was some truth to the tales. 

“Lady Kelzy was the best thing that ever happened to my mother.” 
Belora defended her mother and the older dragon fiercely. “She has a 
kind heart and a pure soul. If the other dragons have a problem with 
that then they’re just bigoted idiots.” 

Rohtina stopped short on the wide ledge they were traversing to turn 
her large head toward Belora. She blinked her golden topaz eyes down at 
her for a moment, considering her. 

You’re brave for a human female. I think we’ll get along just fine. 

Rohtina moved to the edge of the cliff and launched herself 
magnificently into the sky while Lars and Belinda watched. 

“Either she hates me or we’re starting to find some common 
ground.” 

Lars reached down and placed a kiss on her hair. “Oh, she likes you 
all right. You just passed her test.” 

“That was a test?” She spun in Lars’ arms to look up at him as he 
nodded. 

“She holds Kelzy in high esteem. You probably don’t realize it, but 
Kelzy and her partner Jared are the leaders of this Lair. They oversaw its 
construction and Kelzy leads the dragons here. She holds a lot of power 
and is one of the most respected dragons in the land. She serves the 
royal family directly. Others may gossip about her sometimes 
undragonish ways, but my Tina admires her greatly. She wants to be just 
like her, and of course Kelvan is a lot like his mama, and she loves 
Kelvan.” 

“I had no idea.” 


“Tina’s hard to read until you get to know her.” 

“Sort of like her partner, you mean?” Belora teased him with her 
smile. 

He nodded with a self-depreciating grin. “I’d have to admit you’re 
probably right on that one.” 

It warmed her heart to see his smile. She reached up and palmed 
his cheek, urging him down so she could place a light kiss on his lips. 
One kiss turned to two, then two turned to more until they were all but 
necking right in the open, for anyone to see. 

 

Gareth came upon them long moments later, his chuckle finally 
penetrating the fog of desire that swirled around them. 

“I see you two have come to terms.” 

Belora eased down and a little apart from Lars. Both were breathing 
hard. 

“I asked her to be my wife and she agreed,” Lars reported, never 
removing his hot turquoise gaze from her. 

Gareth slapped his friend on the back in congratulations, but Lars 
was so solidly built it barely made an impression. Gareth grinned happily 
when Belinda finally tore her gaze from Lars to realize they’d drawn a 
small crowd of onlookers. 

Single knights were watching them, some with appreciation, some 
with longing in their eyes. It was disconcerting at first until she realized 
all looked on them with true happiness that their fellows had found a 
woman to share their lives. She realized in that moment that she, in a 
small way, represented hope for them all. Hope that they would find 
women willing to be their wives and share their lives. 


No doubt it was hard for most human women to accept dragons in 
their midst, but the idea of having two husbands was also a bit daunting. 
Daunting and exciting at the same time. 

 

* * * * 

 

The mating feast was a grand affair. Every soul in the Lair had 
gathered in the communal area, up on the bluff above the entrance to 
the Lair. Up on the flat, there was enough room for all the dragons and 
the humans as well. A huge fire had been lit at the center of the 
gathering along with several smaller ones for cooking and for those who 
wished more intimate circles, but the guests of honor were gathered at 
the center, where the dancing was. 

Belora and her new mates had already danced all of the dances 
they’d taught her during her brief lesson, some three and four times. The 
party in full swing, the other mated trios joined them while the unmated 
knights watched and clapped their hands in time with the music. Belora 
felt the pull of the men’s eyes on her, but her full attention focused on 
her two mates and on the two mighty dragons who watched, their necks 
twining together as their own passions rose steadily through the evening. 

There had been excellent food served to them as the celebration 
began, joined by fine wines and beers, and even sweets for dessert. Then 
the tables had been cleared away to make room for the raucous dancing. 
But first, the ceremony. 

As the elders of the Lair, Kelzy and Jared waited in the center of the 
clearing, the huge dragon a witness and support behind her knight, the 
General of the winged forces of this Lair. It was before Jared they would 
promise themselves to each other and with his words of blessing, they 
would officially be wed. 


The ceremonial words were short, but no less beautiful for their 
brevity. Belora's mother wept openly as she watched her little girl pledge 
her life to the two strong knights that stood tall and strong at her sides. 
Gareth and Lars took turns promising their love and protection for all 
time to the woman they both loved and then it was the dragons’ turn. 

Kelvan and his beautiful Rohtina stood behind the humans, 
surrounding them and protecting them as they shared in the joining 
ceremony. They pledged their lives to each other in the presence of Kelzy 
and Jared, receiving slightly altered words of blessing from the dragon in 
return for their promises to share their fire and their flight with only each 
other for as long as their knights and their mate should live. 

Belora realized belatedly that dragon joining had to depend greatly 
on the humans involved—at least among fighting dragons who were 
paired with human knights. Since dragons lived far longer than their 
human partners, they could mate only while the humans had their own 
partners, unless they wanted to break the laws that bound human and 
dragon together and drive their bonded partner insane with need at the 
same time. It was just not done. Belora shed a tear when she realized 
just how greatly the dragons sacrificed to protect their human partners 
and what such a partnership really meant. 

"Whom the Mother has joined, in Her wisdom, let none put 
asunder." Jared's voice boomed out so that all could hear, echoed by 
Kelzy's triumphant trumpeting call. The other dragons joined in, howling 
their happiness to the heavens as the ceremony concluded and Belora 
felt the thunder of their call rumble through her body. It was an amazing 
feeling. 

Moments later, the dancing began in earnest and her new mates 
swept her up into their strong arms and twirled her around and around, 
making her dizzy with happiness. She danced with them and noticed the 


other trios joining them in the space set aside for dancing. There were 
more family groups in the Lair than she had realized. Every woman she 
had met was on the dance floor with two knights each and she realized 
that there were no single women in the Lair, only a wealth of single men 
who had little hope of finding a mate who could fit in with their odd 
lifestyle. 

They had been dancing for hours, though it was such fun it seemed 
like only a few minutes to Belora. Her two men had grown increasingly 
bold as the night wore on, handling her body with possession and a 
masterful strength that excited her blood more than she had thought 
possible. Lars was coming out of his shell more and more too, it seemed, 
equal with Gareth on every count both in his provocative actions and in 
her heart. 

Before the feast, they had gifted her with a special outfit, crafted of 
the finest, softest leather. It was a strange garment, consisting of a short, 
floaty skirt and a halter top covered by a wrap that preserved her 
modesty on top. She had been afraid she might be cold, but the fires and 
increased tempo of the dancing kept her warm as the night wore on. 

When the mating dance began, she did the few steps required of her, 
then gave herself almost completely over to the control of her two men. 
Smiling up into their faces as they lifted and twirled her around, passing 
her from one to the other of them, she was warmed by the love and fire 
flashing back from their eyes to hers. How she loved them both! 

At one point, they let her back on her feet for a moment. Gareth 
twirled her about, stealing the wrap from about her upper body, leaving 
her clad only in the brief halter and skirt. She gasped as the night wind 
caressed her body, but only a moment later she was twirled into Lars’ 
strong arms. He held her close; his own shirt gone now and her skin 


brushed his with longing. When she next saw Gareth, his shirt was gone 
as well. 

The dance progressed, their flesh making contact in tantalizing, 
mesmerizing, and gratifying brushes that only heightened her excitement 
and desire for her men. She wanted them. Oh, how she wanted them! 
Separately, together, however she could get them. 

“Now we come to it, my love.” Gareth spoke in a low, harsh voice as 
he held her off her feet, her breasts soft against his hard, bare chest. 
“The dance is nearly over and the true wedding rite begins.” 

Lars pressed up behind her, sandwiching her warm body between 
them. Her eyes widened and all around them she noted that the other 
married trios were in the same position. The dance ended, but all held 
quiet while the dragons around began their trumpeting calls. Two by two, 
the dragons were twining their necks around each other, moving off 
toward the ledge from which they could easily launch skyward. Two by 
two, they took to the sky, their knight partners and their mate 
disappearing from the dance floor to seek the shadowed bowers that were 
a natural part of the bluff. 

Last to seek the sky were the newly mated Kelvan and Rohtina. 
When they beat their great wings in time and launched skyward, all the 
unmated dragons bellowed and breathed fire up to the stars in a 
magnificent send-off. As Kel and Tina took to the air, Belora was lifted in 
her mates’ arms and led to the beautiful bower in the shelter of 
magnificent fir trees that had been reserved for them alone this night of 
nights. 

The married women of the Lair had prepared this special love nest 
with all the comforts of their home below, decorating it specially for this 
one perfect night. Soft pillows covered a bed of piled furs. Lars lifted her 
high and placed her gently on the center of the fur bed, coming down 


almost immediately to one side while Gareth claimed the other. Both men 
had fire in their eyes as their dragons twined around each other in an 
intricate dance in the sky. 

Belora knew that both knights were intimately bound to their 
dragons and that as the dragons’ lust grew, so would theirs. The other 
women had warned her that this first time could be somewhat 
overwhelming since both dragons were very young and had never mated 
before. The dragons might not realize how their passions would inflame 
their partners or themselves and they could easily work themselves and 
their knights into a frenzy before morning. 

The women said this uniformly with a twinkle in their eye and a look 
almost of longing while reassuring Belora that she would enjoy every 
single moment of it. But the caution remained. They warned her not to 
deny the knights this one, most important night of their union. This 
night, she must remain passive and allow the men their ease. All the 
women assured her that taking a passive role, at least this once, would 
be more rewarding than she could imagine and she trusted their 
judgment. After all, these women had lived through it. They knew what 
they were talking about. She would have to trust their judgment in this 
and in other things as she learned from them the everyday ways of life in 
the Lair. 

Gareth turned her in his arms and kissed her deeply. She moaned 
and writhed as Lars’ hands began a slow torture of the flesh of her hips 
and lower. One of his hands slipped between the cheeks of her ass, 
teasing the puckered hole there while the other played in her pussy, 
slipping and sliding in her eager readiness. 

“Tell me you want this,” Gareth breathed when he let her up for air, 
his eyes blazing with fire into her own. “Tell me you want us both.” 


“I do!” Her voice was a squeak of pleasure as Lars dipped his fingers 
deep inside her pussy, pulsing and scissoring through her sensitive 
tissues. “I want you both.” 

Gareth sat back, glancing over at Lars as some kind of unspoken 
communication seemed to pass between the two. Lars pulled back as 
well and she could see the fire reflected in his turquoise eyes, now 
burning with golden flickers as he watched her. 

“We talked about this,” Gareth caressed her face as if he could not 
help but touch her in some way. “Lars gets your pussy first, I’ll come 
behind. He wants to be inside you so badly, Belora. As do I.” 

“Behind?” She squealed just a bit as Lars’ incredibly strong hands 
grasped her roughly and turned her toward him. He didn’t hurt her. He 
couldn’t hurt her. He was so gentle, even with all his vast strength. But 
she thrilled at the small hint of roughness, the only clue he gave her that 
he was near the edge of his control. She liked the idea more than she 
could say. 

“Yes, Belora.” Gareth stroked her ass cheeks as Lars pulled her on 
top of him, adjusting her legs so she straddled his massive body. His 
thick erection nestled just at the apex of her thighs, waiting impatiently 
to go where it longed to bury itself inside her. Gareth’s hands, 
meanwhile, stroked between her cheeks, slathering a warm, slippery 
substance that smelled faintly of cinnamon, making his path easier as he 
probed into her. She gasped. It felt surprisingly good. 

“I’m going to take your ass this time,” he went on to say, all the 
while playing inside her, bringing her passions to a new level, “while Lars 
has your pussy. It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time. I’ve dreamed 
of this moment, my love. Of making you come around us both so hard, 
you forget your own name. Forget anything existed beyond the pleasure 
we could give you.” 


She must have seemed frightened for Lars tightened his strong arms 
around her, bringing her eyes to his. He kissed her softly, his fire 
receding for the tiniest moment while he seemed to assure himself that 
she was truly okay. 

“If you don’t want this, just say the word.” Lars kissed her softly, 
coaxing her to tell him the truth of her feelings. “We’ll never hurt you, my 
love. We want only your pleasure.” 

She kissed him back with more pressure, hoping to bring that fire 
back to his eyes. Squirming, she was able to take just the tip of his 
bulging cock inside her pussy as she did her best to inflame him. She 
lifted her head after a long, long moment to view her handiwork, smiling 
down at him. 

“I trust you both. More than that, I love you. I know you won’t hurt 
me.” She pecked at the corner of his lips, biting lightly, glad to see the 
fire leap once more, even brighter in his eyes. “If you two want this and 
think it will increase my pleasure, I believe you.” She leaned just a little 
father back – as far as Lars’ tight arms would let her go and turned her 
head to wink up at Gareth who appeared to be listening closely. “Do your 
worst, boys.” 

She giggled as Lars clamped down with his arms, bringing her body 
tight against his as he kissed her long and deep. Gareth went back to 
preparing her back entrance and she was able to take just a bit more of 
Lars’ hot hardness within her aching sheath. 

How she wanted them! 

She heard a far off roar and knew the dragons were nearing their 
own peaks of ecstasy. Lars grunted and slid all the way inside her. She 
was surprised at the sudden move, but thrilled by the feel of him, so wide 
and thick inside her. He felt different from Gareth, but just as sexy and 
exciting. How she loved them both! 


“You fit around him like a glove, Belora.” Gareth’s words were harsh 
behind her. “Now take me too. Relax, open and take me, my love.” 

He pushed gently at first, but with firm pressure against the small 
opening he had made wider with his gliding touch. It was hard at first for 
her to accept this, but she knew she must. The other wives had warned 
her in not so many words about this sort of thing, each admitting that 
great pleasure could be had from letting the men have their way. Keeping 
that in mind, along with her ever-expanding love for both of these 
warriors, she relaxed and submitted to their pleasure in whatever way 
they would take it. 

 

Gareth eased inside, a harsh groan coming from his lips as he 
seated himself fully within Belora’s tight, virgin ass. 

“Yes, that’s it. Sweet Mother, Belora!” 

Both men began to move as the fire from their dragons intensified. 
Bonded on a soul-deep level with the great beasts that even now tangled 
in the air high above, mating in a frenzy that could kill them if they 
didn’t finish in time to break apart and spread their wings to fly high 
once more. The free fall of dragon mating was something he had never 
experienced before though the older knights talked about it once in a 
while. Feeling the echoes of Kelvan’s pleasure through their link and the 
incredible pleasure he was finding within Belora’s willing body was 
incredible. 

No words could do this sensation justice. For a moment, he felt 
completely joined. As he was joined to Kel, so was Kel joined to Tina and 
Tina to Lars. Through the thin links that joined them, he could almost 
feel echoes of what Lars was feeling, and he knew exactly when to press 
down and when to retreat to bring them all the most pleasure. 


His eyes sought Lars’ and an understanding passed between them. 
They were already as close as brothers, but this experience bonded them 
anew. He could feel the other man through the thin barrier of Belora’s 
body that separated them and he knew Lars’ heart and the love that 
mirrored his own for the small woman giving them so much of her trust, 
heart and love. In that moment he knew this partnership was right. They 
were a family now and would be together until they died. 

The dragons came in a rush of pleasure that seemed to go on and on 
and it fired the passions in both Gareth and Lars. He felt all four of them 
explode in his mind even as he felt Belora reaching out to join them. Her 
mind opened and then suddenly, she was part of the tenuous link they 
all shared, part of the family of dragons and knights. 

Gareth was astounded as the pleasure they all felt doubled back and 
mirrored itself through each one of them. It was like nothing he’d ever 
heard described. It was completely unique. It was devastating. 

He came with a harsh groan as Lars continued to pump his release 
into their wife’s wondrous body. She shuddered around both of them, 
coaxing them yet higher even as their dragons began beating their wings 
out in the starry sky, seeking higher ground to begin their love play 
anew. 

And still there was Belora, in the back of his mind, sharing the most 
extraordinary link. She seemed unaware of it, but he knew. Looking into 
Lars’ eyes, he knew too that the other man felt it as well. Astounding. 
Somehow, Belora was part of them all – part of the union of knight and 
dragon in a way he was not sure should be possible. 

But exploration of that odd thought would have to wait. The dragons 
were gaining height again as were their passions. The echoes were 
undeniable as both cocks hardened and lengthened inside their woman 


once more. This would be a long, supremely pleasurable night. Thinking 
would come later. 

Much later. 


Chapter Seven 

 

I don't want to leave you here, baby. Kelzy paced heavily as she eyed 
the hut in the forest with disdain. 

Jared had taken one look at the sagging roof and took off into the 
forest. He had come back a few minutes later with some stout branches 
and silently set to work making repairs while Kelzy argued with her 
adopted daughter about staying in the forlorn forest cottage all alone. 

"I've lived here for years, Mama Kelzy. It's perfectly safe, I assure 
you." 

That was before that Skithdronian nutcase started riling up the skiths 
and threatening invasion. What can you do against a hunting pack of 
skiths on your doorstep, Adora? They'll cut you to ribbons! They're vicious 
creatures! 

"Some people say that about dragons, you know." Adora's soft voice 
was cajoling but it didn't work on Kelzy in this mood. 

Don't try to make a comparison between my kind and those spineless, 
stinking, soulless skiths. They are purely evil, you know. Not thinking 
creatures at all, which is why that so-called king can herd them about so 
easily into doing his dirty work. A dragon would never be so easily led. 
The only thing a skith cares for is blood, carnage, and its next meal. 

"And of course, how many heads they can take." Jared came around 
the back of the small house toward them, shirtless. 


Adora took a step back, her eyes glued to the hard male chest 
displayed so brazenly before her. It had been years since she had 
confronted her own feminine desires. Frankly she had thought she was 
well past such desires, but seeing Jared's hard body, sweaty from 
working to fix her sagging roof and so unconsciously sexy, she felt 
something long dormant deep inside her womb stir to life. In her work as 
a healer, she had of course seen her share of naked males, and she had 
been married for several years, but Jared was something different 
altogether. 

This was a knight who trained hard and looked it. He had muscles 
on top of his muscles and a washboard stomach that made her long to 
stroke him. Adora became breathless as she watched him move casually 
toward her, his stride supremely male and confident. The supple ripple of 
his riding leathers surrounded a cock she was sure was of more than 
generous proportions. He was a vital male animal, totally unaware of his 
allure to a woman long denied the pleasures of the flesh. 

Do you like what you see? Kelzy's voice purred through her mind 
and she knew the dragon was speaking only to her, well aware of her 
striking reaction to the gorgeous specimen of man in his prime displayed 
before her. 

"Hush! Please don't embarrass me." Adora flushed hotly, leaning 
close to Kelzy's flank and speaking in a low whisper she knew the dragon 
alone would hear. 

It's no crime to enjoy the look of a handsome male, Adora, and my 
knight is more handsome than most. Look your fill, baby, and remember 
that if you lived with me he would be your protector. He would keep you 
safe if you lived with us in the Lair. He would be your family, just as you 
are mine. 


"I can't go back with you." Adora stood from Kelzy's side, her spoken 
words saying far more than the knight would know. "My responsibility is 
here and here I must stay. At least for now." 

I don't like it at all, Adora. 

"I'll have to agree with Kelzy. Your home is livable, but in disrepair." 
Jared wiped his hands on his strong, muscled thighs before stretching to 
put his shirt back on. Adora tried not to watch, but the sensuous ripple 
of each hard muscle caught her attention. "I've fixed what I can of the 
roof, but this place won't hold you safe against one skith, let alone a 
hunting pack. If they come, your best bet will be to run, perhaps climb a 
tree out of their range. They don't climb particularly well, but you have to 
be wary of their venomous spray." 

"I've seen what they can do. A farmer from the village ran into a feral 
one last season and was badly burned." 

And yet you still want to stay here? Knowing they may come in force? 
Kelzy's voice rose in alarm. 

"I must." Adora placed a warm palm on the dragon's knee stroking 
comfortingly. 

The knight strode to the small pack Kelzy had worn to carry some 
supplies and things she wanted Adora to have from the Lair. He pulled 
out a deep brown bundle and handed it to her. 

"Take this then. It's a specially treated hide. It's what we make the 
battle leathers from and it will repel skith venom somewhat. Make 
clothing for yourself from it. Leggings would be better than a skirt. They’ll 
protect your legs more. Make slippers or boots and a shirt if you can. Try 
to cover as much of your skin as you can while still being able to move 
quickly if need be." He pressed the heavy bundle of leather into her 
astonished hands. This was a very costly gift and one she knew was not 
lightly given. "I tried to get some ready made garments, but we had 


nothing in your size and there was no time to have them made. I asked 
them to pick the softest hide we had in the storeroom so it would be 
easier for you to sew and kinder to your skin. There’s lacing and needles 
inside the bundle too, in case you didn’t have what you’d need on hand." 

Tears formed behind her eyes and she choked up for a moment, 
unable to speak. She reached up to kiss his cheek softly, clearly 
surprising him. With one hand, she held the precious leather and with 
the other, she pulled him close for a quick hug. 

"Thank you, Sir Jared." She whispered into his ear as she pulled 
back, and then turned to her home quickly so she could tuck away the 
fabric and gain a moment to regain her composure. 

When she came back out, she was more in control. 

He already protects you. Kelzy’s voice was soft in her mind. 

“Sir Jared, your gift is beyond generous. I will set to work on the 
garments you suggest this very eve.” She tried to make up for her loss of 
composure with sincere thanks to the man whose thoughtfulness had 
taken her totally by surprise. 

“That’s good.” He nodded approvingly and held out a cloth wrapped 
bundle to her. “Kelzy asked me to pack these as well.” 

She took the large bundle, surprised that it weighed very little. 
Unwrapping the cloth, the sparkle of dragon scale was bright in her eye. 

“What’s this?” She looked from the shimmering blue-green scales to 
the dragon. 

Just a few scales I have shed over the years. We grow new ones, you 
know, when our scales have been damaged or worn. Our knights save the 
shed scales to use in shielding or armor, sometimes in weapons. If you 
incorporate a few of my scales into your clothing in strategic places, they 
may shield you more effectively. 


“Mama Kelzy, I can’t accept these. There are fighting knights who 
need these precious scales, your own included.” She looked to Jared who 
watched with grim interest. She knew he supported Kelzy’s decision to 
give them to her and it touched her deeply. This was a precious, personal 
gift. Too rare and too valuable to waste on her though. 

Let us do this small thing, Adora. If I cannot be with you, at least a 
part of me will be. Let me think of you, shielded at least a little by my shed 
scales and my love. Wear them for me, Adora, so I can fly away with at 
least some feeling of peace in my heart. I won’t be able to leave you 
otherwise. 

Adora went to the dragon, touched by her palpable emotion. Putting 
her arms around Kelzy’s thick neck, she hugged her, closing her eyes as 
Kelzy’s sparkling wings enclosed her in a warm embrace. They held each 
other for long, long moments. 

“I love you, Mama Kelzy.” 

I love you too, child. We’ll come visit when we can. 

Adora realized that Kelzy would bring Jared whenever she found 
time away from her duties at the Lair to come visit her. The idea 
appealed to her more than she thought it should, but she let go that 
thought as Kelzy pulled away. 

“Watch the creatures of the forest,” Jared counseled as he prepared 
to leave, climbing aboard Kelzy’s back with a lithe grace that belied his 
huge size. “The animals will know when skiths are about and the birds 
will go quiet and fly away. The game animals flee and even the rodents 
scurry away. Listen to them and look to the trees whenever you’re 
outside. Know which ones you can climb high – at least twenty feet off 
the ground. More if you can manage it. Trees with thick leaves may 
provide some barrier to venom spray if there are enough leaves between 
you and the skiths. Plan ahead, Adora. It could save you.” 


She took his words to heart, nodding solemnly. “I’ll do as you 
suggest, Sir Jared. Thank you once more for the leather and for fixing my 
roof.” 

“I wish I could do more, but I’m not much of a carpenter.” 

“You managed in a few minutes more than I could do in a year so 
compared to me you’re an expert and I thank you.” Her hesitant smile 
earned her a return grin from him. It lit his solemn face and made her 
feel good for having caused it. 

Kelzy turned with him settled on her back, preparing to take off. 

Be careful, child. Your daughter and her mate will come to see you 
and we’ll stop by when we can, but do as Jared says and prepare. War is 
coming and the skiths will pour over the border first. Beware of them. 
Kelzy moved farther out into the small clearing from which she would 
have a clear path to the sky. I couldn’t bear to lose you again now that 
I’ve finally found you. Take care, child, and if you change your mind, come 
back to the Lair with Kelvan or pack your things and I’ll take you back the 
next time I visit, okay? Promise me now. 

“I promise.” Adora waved to Jared who held up his hand in goodbye. 
Kelzy flapped her great, sparkling wings and a moment later was 
airborne. 

“I love you, Mama Kelzy.” 

The clearing was empty and the beautiful blue-green dragon winged 
off into the sun. Adora was alone. 

 

* * * * 

 

Newly mated as they were, Kelvan and Rohtina, along with their 
knights, were given a few days freedom from drilling and patrolling. They 
made the most of it, flying off to the forest and beyond to frolic and play, 


mate and explore. Belora went with them, of course, sometimes riding 
with Gareth on Kelvan’s broad back and sometimes with Lars on the 
sparkling golden Rohtina. 

Both men made Belora feel warm and secure no matter what flying 
antics their dragon partners engaged in, swooping and diving at each 
other like children. One memorable day, they spent at the lake where 
Gareth and Belora had first met, the three of them fucking hard and fast 
while the dragons mated in the skies above the lake, plummeting to 
earth to take an unlikely swim in the cool waters as they floated in the 
aftermath. 

They also spent time moving into their new quarters. Lars brought 
Rohtina’s things – shed scales, lots of pretty rocks and gems she had 
found in her travels and asked him to collect, a few exotic plants, and the 
oils and potions that helped keep dragon scales supple and shiny. 
Gareth had similar items from Kelvan’s stash and together the two 
knights organized the small room set aside for the dragons’ belongings. 

Belora helped settle the men’s clothing, taking the opportunity to 
clean and tidy everything they owned. She repaired the few things that 
needed it and made note of their sizes so she could begin work on new 
things for them. She wasn’t a terribly gifted seamstress, but it was an 
occupation she enjoyed and she knew they wouldn’t be embarrassed to 
wear the plain things she could make for them. She also took charge of 
the small kitchen area, combining the meager stores from each of the 
knights’ previous dwellings and procuring a few things she felt they 
would need now that she was in residence. 

Her mother had taught her how to brew potions and make 
ointments, lotions, and tinctures. Although she was not a truly gifted 
healer, she knew the basics and even a bit more than most herbalists. 
She took the opportunities that presented themselves as they traveled 


around during those few days to gather some herbs that she knew she 
could use and set up an area in the kitchen where she could work. She 
made fragrant bathing salts, gentle herbal soaps, and lotions for her skin 
as well as ointments that could be used to heal most cuts and abrasions, 
potions and tinctures to keep on hand to cure coughs and colds and 
other useful items. 

She set it all up and knew she would have time when the men were 
back to drilling and patrolling to do the real work of making remedies for 
both her own household and to share with the rest of the Lair. She knew 
that Silla, the older woman who had been so kind to her mother, was the 
closest they had to a true healer in this new Lair. She would undoubtedly 
welcome Belora’s help and the few potions and cures she could add to 
the Lair’s supplies. 

The dragons liked to play in their new, much larger wallow too. 
Belora and the knights spent a great deal of time sweeping sand back 
into the large oval pit at the center of their suite, but they didn’t mind. 
The dragons were so happy together, their joy infectious. 

Of course, that wasn’t the only thing that passed from the dragons 
to the knights and their new wife. Several times, Kelvan and Rohtina had 
flown off to frolic and caught their human partners almost unaware 
when the mating heat would surge. At such times, Lars and Gareth 
would come looking for her with such wild lust in their eyes, she knew 
the dragons were unconsciously feeding their lusts to their partners. 

At such times, Belora would feel an echo of the incredible fever the 
dragon lust inspired and open her arms wide to her two lovers, 
welcoming them between her thighs and into her soul. They would take 
her together at such times, both needing to be inside her at the same 
moment in order to fulfill the dragon lust riding them so hard. 

 


Gareth was speaking with General Jared Armand, Kelzy’s partner, 
when a sudden urge from Kelvan caught him unawares. His dick started 
to harden and he cursed, looking desperately for a way out. He had to get 
to Belora, and fast. But first he had to extricate himself from this 
discussion with his commanding officer. 

Jared saw his fidgeting and chuckled. “Dragons giving you trouble?” 

“You could say that.” Gareth breathed a sigh of relief that his 
commander was so understanding. 

“Get out of here, Gareth. Find your mate.” He slapped him on the 
back and turned away, moving on to another knight who wanted his 
attention. 

Gareth took off at a run for his quarters, praying to the Mother of All 
that Belora would be there. The knights cheered him as he passed, 
knowing or guessing what emergency took him so unceremoniously away 
from the common areas. 

When he finally reached his quarters, the pain in his loins was 
almost unbearable. Kelvan and Rohtina were already joined, rolling and 
plunging in the way of dragons, high up in the sky, reaching for the sun. 
Gareth was nearly insane from the pressure. 

He loped through the door and began tearing at his clothes even 
before he reached the bedchamber. 

“Thank the Mother!” 

Belora was there, already on the bed, with Lars’ big cock in her tight 
pussy, her bare ass facing him… inviting him. Lars saw his friend in the 
door and moved his big hands to spread her cheeks, dropping the small 
jar of sweet-smelling lotion on the bed near their hips on the way. 

Gareth didn’t need any further invitation. Freeing his cock from his 
leathers, he scooped a dollop of lotion onto his fingers, quickly coated his 
cock, and reached in to stroke her anus. She had grown used to this over 


the past days and her body accepted him readily enough as he pressed 
forward, seeking the heaven of her tight ass. 

Belora squeaked as he joined her. 

“It’s just me, my love.” He bent to whisper in her ear, finishing with 
a sharp nip to her earlobe that made her squirm. 

“I didn’t think you’d make it in time.” Her breath came in pants as 
both men moved in her, driving her lust higher. 

“I ran all the way here.” He pressed in, feeling Lars’ hardness 
through the thin barrier of flesh that separated them. He also felt the 
explosion that was nearing in Kelvan’s body as the dragons began to 
reach the limits of their flight. The dragon’s lust pushed him, as he knew 
it pushed Lars, to heights no human male could achieve. It was a gift of 
their partnership with the dragons that they could reach such peaks and 
for such long, nearly endless moments. 

He felt it coming and knew Lars would go with him when the 
dragons reached their zenith. It was up to the two human men to make 
sure Belora went along with them. He used his teeth to nip at her neck 
while Lars sucked her nipples. 

“Now, Belora! Now!” He called, just as Lars bit down on her nipple 
and the dragons burst together into the sun. He emptied himself into her 
ass as Lars’ cock pulsed in her vagina, their ecstasy echoing the long 
plummet to earth of the dragons. It went on and on, holding all of them 
in its grip while the pleasure wracked their bodies. Belora’s climax rolled 
on and on, her inner muscles milking both of their cocks and he was 
glad to know that she was with them every step of the way. 

Finally, after long, long moments of tight muscled ecstasy the 
dragons began to come back to themselves. They pulled apart and beat 
their wings just in time to save them from crashing to the ground, 
releasing their human partners from the rigor of their pleasure. Lars 


relaxed within her cunt as Gareth felt himself easing in her tight, tight 
ass. Belora was nearly unconscious from the pleasure and the men 
settled her between them as they each found the energy to pull back 
from her luscious body. 

Gareth looked down at himself in disgust. He hadn’t even managed 
to undress. His pants were open just enough to release his cock and his 
shirt was hanging wide, but he had his boots on in bed. Too bad he 
didn’t have the energy to remedy the situation. Later, he thought. He’d 
get the damned boots off later. 

 

* * * * 

 

Adora took Jared’s advice and spent her evenings sewing a set of 
clothing for herself out of the incredibly soft leather he had given her. It 
was the softest hide she had ever felt and every time she stroked it as she 
worked, she thought of the tall, strong man who had touched her 
slumbering heart with the gift. Remembering Kelzy too, she used two of 
the precious, incredibly strong dragon scales, sandwiched between two 
layers of hide to make protective soles for a pair of soft boots that laced 
up her legs and held the leggings close to her body. 

The outfit was somewhat indecent, fitting so closely to her skin and 
emphasizing the curves of her womanly form, but she couldn’t resist the 
soft swish of the leather next to her skin and the warm feel of it between 
her legs. It reminded her that, although she had a grown daughter now 
mated and probably starting a family of her own, Adora herself was still a 
young woman. She had seen only thirty-eight winters and could still 
have more children of her own, if she really wanted to do so. 

She had not even given thought to such ideas. Before meeting Jared, 
that is. Suddenly, she felt alive again as a woman. She experienced 


strange feelings in her body that she had not felt in years. Actually, she 
was not quite sure she had ever felt the way she was feeling at the 
moment. Jared had awakened something within her that she had not 
even known existed and she really wanted to see where it would lead, but 
she was scared. 

Jared was not very encouraging. Although he had given her the 
specially treated leather and been so incredibly thoughtful about her 
safety, he had given her no outward sign that he was interested in her as 
a woman. In fact, he had done quite the opposite. He had been polite to 
the extreme at all times, but somewhat distant. He had not been rude 
exactly, but not warm either. Still, there was something about the man 
and his quiet strength that appealed to her. His thoughtfulness was even 
more attractive, and the fact that he was gorgeous and superbly built 
didn’t hurt either, she thought with a wry grin as she finished off the last 
seam on her new outfit. 

She had pants, boots, a shirt, and a small head covering that would 
protect her from the worst of a skith venom spray, should she be caught 
in a dangerous position. Personally she thought she would never need 
such protection, but she was a practical person and knew well the value 
of being prepared for all contingencies. Plus, the leather was so 
scrumptious that she could not resist making a complete set of gear for 
herself from it. 

The design for the clothing was from her own imagination and 
perhaps a little strange looking, but very functional if she did say so 
herself. She had used the precious dragon scales to reinforce certain 
parts of the outfit like the knees and arms and to add a bit of decoration 
around the neckline. Kelzy’s sparkling blue-green looked beautiful 
against the soft brown of the hide. 


Gareth and Kelvan had dropped in to check on her briefly on their 
way home from patrolling the border the day before, but she had not 
seen her daughter for a few days. It would be a few days yet until Kelvan 
was free from his duties long enough to fly Belora and Gareth over for a 
visit, and Adora looked forward to it already. 

But today was the day to replenish her herb stock, so Adora found 
herself on the deer trails in the forest near her small home with a sack of 
herbs she had already collected and more to gather. The first inkling she 
felt that something was wrong was when the birds grew quiet. Since 
Jared’s warnings, she had learned to be even more observant of her 
surroundings than she already was. The birds going quiet could mean 
nothing, or it could be something quite dire. Adora cocked her head, 
listening, and felt the little hairs on the back of her neck creep up in 
alarm when the sounds of the forest did not resume after a reasonable 
amount of time. 

Rising slowly, she collected her satchel of herbs and headed quietly 
for her house. She had enough herbs for one day and the unnatural 
quietness of the forest was getting to her. Moving as softly as possible, 
she retraced her steps back to the track just above her cabin, but 
stopped dead when she saw the huge, brownish slithering tail disappear 
inside her cabin’s front door. 

A skith! 

And it was in her house. Probably lying in wait for her to return. 

Skiths were large, dangerous predators that hunted with cunning 
though their mental capacity was nothing like a dragons’. Still, they were 
formidable foes when pushed into the open. Normally inhabiting the 
rocky outcroppings to the east, wild skiths did not, as a rule, prey on 
humans, preferring easier prey like livestock or wild beasts. The new king 
of the land to the east, however, had pushed the skiths beyond their 


normal hunting grounds and somehow gotten them to act as a first wave 
of his army. How he had done that was anyone’s guess since skiths could 
not be reasoned with, yet he had succeeded. 

Adora pulled the hooded head covering up over her head, well aware 
that there could be more where that one skith had come from. She wore 
her new suit of clothes as she had every day since it had been made, but 
she could not return home. Her only hope was to head for the village. If 
there was a skith here already, they may have gotten to the village or 
were heading there. She had to warn the people. 

Moving lightly on her feet, Adora slipped through the forest toward 
the village but on the hill before the small town, she stopped to take 
stock. She could see even from this distance that the skiths had already 
been there. Their great bodies had pulled down several houses and the 
acid stench of their spray drifted on the wind, burning everything it 
touched that wasn’t stone. 

The village was empty, the people either dead or long gone, running 
for their lives. She could do nothing there, she knew. Even worse, she 
realized as she observed for just a moment too long, a few of the skiths 
were still there! 

One sighted her, and with a deafening scream, alerted his comrades. 
With a shudder, Adora ran back into the forest, hoping to lose them, but 
the skiths, though legless, were fast on her track. She ran and ran, but 
soon realized the skiths would outdistance her easily, closing her in from 
both sides and she would be trapped. 

Adora thought back to Jared’s advice. She had to find a sturdy tree 
that she could climb. Preferably one with a very leafy canopy that might 
shield her from at least some of the spray they would no doubt shoot up 
at her in their hunting frenzy. 


There! Just ahead, she found a sturdy oak that reached at least 
thirty feet or more up into the sky of the forest. Scrambling, she jumped 
for the first limb and climbed as fast as she dared, out of breath from 
running but unable to stop even for a moment. The skiths were coming 
fast now and she had to get out of their range. 

Too late, she realized as she felt little pelting impacts against her 
lower legs and she smelled the unmistakable scent of burning leather. 
She looked down briefly. Two skiths slithered around the base of the 
tree, trying to reach up and grab her back with their strong jaws, spitting 
venom as they snarled at her. She looked back up and climbed higher. 
The leather Jared had given her was protecting her for the moment, but 
she didn’t want any more of the venom to hit her. She was not sure if the 
leather would stand up to a second barrage of the deadly acid. 

She settled in the tree as high up as she could go and took a second 
to look down. More skiths had joined the first two and their writhing 
bodies tumbled and climbed over each other, trying to extend their reach. 
She knew they were relentless hunters. They would not give up for days 
and she did not think she could last more than a few hours clinging to 
the spindly branches near the top of the tree. The situation was 
desperate. 

Adora closed her eyes and felt tears gathering as she prayed. She 
prayed to the Mother of All and then she turned her thoughts to her dear 
Mama Kelzy. She reached out, as she never had before, and tried 
desperately to send her thoughts – her final words of love – to the dragon 
who had been such an important part of her childhood and who filled her 
heart still. 

Mama Kelzy! If the skiths get me, I want you to know I love you. You 
are the mother of my heart. Adora’s arms started to tremble as her 
strength and the burst of adrenaline started to fade. Tell Jared his 


leathers worked. He’s a beautiful soul and a good man. I’m going to hold 
on as long as I can and then I’m going to jump from this tree. I only pray 
the Mother will let me die in the fall so I won’t feel anything when the 
skiths take my head and tear my body to ribbons. Tell my baby I love her. 

Adora returned to her prayers, focusing her thoughts and trying to 
steady her shaking limbs. There was nothing to do but wait now. She 
had to hold on as long as possible, and then, she had to end it with what 
dignity she could. 

 

In the Lair, Kelzy trumpeted distress, her mind panicked, but clear 
in her orders. She called Jared to her and launched into the air even 
before he was fully seated. Her distress called to two other dragons as 
well, her son Kelvan and his mate Rohtina, and their knights soon 
flanked her wild flight toward the forest. 

What is it? Jared asked his dragon partner quietly as they flew 
desperately for the forest. He deliberately included both of the other 
knights and their dragons in the conversation, linking them the way 
knights in battle were linked. 

Adora! Kelzy’s voice was panicked, almost irrational. Skiths have her 
surrounded. She’s in an old oak tree, but her strength is failing. She 
doesn’t know I heard her! She doesn’t know we’re coming. 

We’ll get to her in time, Kelz. We must. Jared’s voice was grim and he 
bent closer to the dragon’s neck to reduce wind resistance. Every second 
counted. I want you two to fry the skiths and keep them busy while Kelzy 
and I get Adora out of that tree. 

Yes, General Armand. We’re with you. 

Lars was always the more correct of the newly formed pair and the 
respect in his thoughts for their commanding officer translated to 
steadfast devotion, trust, and a willingness to follow their commander, 


General Jared Armand and his partner Kelzy to the ends of the earth and 
beyond. Rohtina seconded her partner’s words with a roar as Kelvan 
followed suit. The younger dragons headed a little lower, diving to gain 
speed as they headed for the location Kelzy shared with them in her 
mind. They would go in first to occupy the skiths while Kelzy and Jared 
tried to hover long enough to get Adora. 

We’re almost there, Kelz. Try to bespeak her. She might hear you 
now. Jared used his hands and strong legs to stroke Kelzy’s tense 
shoulders, hoping to offer what comfort he could to calm her so they 
could act rationally and deliberately to rescue the woman that had 
become all too important to him in such a short time. 

Adora, child! Hold on. We’re coming! Kelzy’s voice boomed through all 
their minds. She was using all her strength to try to make Adora hear 
her over the distance that separated them and it was forceful indeed. 

Mama? 

The single word was weak, but definitely there. The small group 
flying desperately closer felt heartened. 

Hold on, child. Jared and I will get you. Hold on! 

I see her! Kelvan reported from just slightly ahead of the others. It’ll 
be a tough grab, Jared. 

Jared looked over the position of the small woman in brown. He felt 
some satisfaction as he recognized the leather he had picked out and 
given her. She had done as he’d suggested and made a rather 
unconventional suit of clothing for herself. It may just have saved her 
life, he realized as they drew nearer and he could see the acid streaks on 
the lower half of her body. He ground his teeth at the thought of her 
being hit by skith venom. 

I see what you mean. Get to work on the skiths and I’ll figure a way 
to get Adora. 


Yes, sir. 

The two younger dragons swooped down through the leafy canopy 
and soon roars of flame were heard along with skith barking and 
bellowing. The knights too were employing their slings and even their 
swords as they got close enough to engage the slithering skiths. Jared 
left them to it, trying to figure a way to get Adora out of that tree and 
onto Kelzy’s back with him, but it was not possible. She was positioned 
just wrong in the tree and obviously too weak at this point to move the 
great distance needed for him to be able to grab her. 

Kelz, you have to snatch her. 

No! I could kill her! It’s too dangerous. 

Making such a snatch in mid-air would demand all of the dragon’s 
considerable skill as well as unflinching cooperation from Adora. If either 
of them moved at the wrong moment, Kelzy’s dagger-sharp claws could 
rip her apart. 

It’s the only way. She trusts you enough not to move. You have to 
snatch her out of that tree. 

They both heard a disastrous yowl of pain from below. One of the 
dragons was hurt! 

It’s now or never, Kelz. Those youngsters are good, but they can’t 
wipe out the whole nest of skiths down there alone. For that matter, even if 
we helped, it wouldn’t do much good. We need to get Adora out of that tree 
now. Do it, Kelz. Do it now. She’s running out of strength. 

Kelzy sent her thoughts to the woman in the tree. Baby, I’m going to 
make another pass and reach out for you with my foreleg. Don’t resist and 
try not to move, okay? Do you trust me, child? 

I trust you, Mama Kelzy. Whatever happens, I love you, Mama. 

Oh, baby, I love you too. Hold still now. I’m coming to get you out of 
that tree. Don’t move! Please, baby, don’t move! 


Kelzy made the final pass, glad to notice Rohtina was making her 
way out of the tree canopy, flying awkwardly but still under her own 
power. She was hurt, but she was clear of the skiths. Kelvan still fought 
below. 

Kelzy concentrated all her effort on reaching out to her human child, 
snatching her out of the tree without hurting her. She reached out, 
timing everything as best she could in such bad circumstances and was 
gratified to feel Adora’s waist in her grasp. She closed her talons as 
gently as she could and felt the small woman in her grasp flinch 
uncontrollably. 

Adora! Are you all right?! Did I hurt you? 

I’m okay. Thank you for coming for me. 

Hold tight now. I’ll have you to the Lair in just a few minutes. I won’t 
let you go, sweetheart. 


Chapter Eight 

 

Jared reached over Kelzy’s shoulder to look down at the small 
woman in his dragon partner’s grasp. He could see the bright red of 
blood against Kelzy’s blue-green foreleg but it was hard to see the jagged 
scrapes from the dragon’s sharp talons against the brown leather that 
covered the woman. 

A pain entered his heart as he saw her pale face, pressed tightly, 
trustingly against the dragon’s muscular leg. She was so brave, so 
strong. This was a woman of rare character and ability, and she was fast 
becoming all too important to him. Either way, Adora would not be 
returning to her home in the forest. Kelzy and he would see to it that she 
stayed in the Lair. 

This was a woman who needed to be protected and given the care 
she deserved. He wasn’t looking for a wife, but he could not let her leave 
them again. She was much too precious. 

How does she look? Kelzy’s worried voice was for his mind alone. 

He didn’t want to worry his dragon partner, but neither could he 
keep the truth from her. She’s pale and weak. Your talons scratched her 
and she is bleeding a bit, but she’s holding up well. 

Sweet Mother of All! Why didn’t she tell me? 

It doesn’t look too bad, Kelz. Just get us to the Lair and we can fix her 
up, I’m sure. 

If I hadn’t snatched her out of that tree— 


If you hadn’t, he interrupted, she would most likely be skith food 
right now. You did what you had to do and I’m sure she’ll thank you for it, 
my friend. You don’t hear her complaining, do you? 

She was ever a thoughtful child. She would never complain, even 
when she ought to. 

Well, you can nag her about it after we get back to the Lair and the 
healers have a chance to look at her scratches. She’s alive, Kelz. His voice 
dipped low, surprising him with the deep emotion he felt. That’s what 
matters most. She’s alive and she’ll live with us now. 

I should never have let her leave in the first place! 

Neither of us should have let that happen, but we can and will stop 
her from going anywhere this time. I’ll have her bound if I have to. 

We’re almost there, baby. Kelzy included all of them in her thoughts 
now as they approached the Lair. Kelvan brought up the rear with 
Gareth, both of them keeping close watch on Rohtina’s injury as she 
struggled to fly back to her home. 

Jared caught sight of the landing ledge and realized the younger 
dragons must have sent word ahead, because a contingent of people was 
waiting for them. Among them was Belora, wringing her hands with tears 
tracking down her pale face. Silla, the woman who acted as healer for the 
Lair was there too and it was to her side that Kelzy aimed her landing. 
She hovered a moment, allowing Jared to jump down and catch Adora as 
Kelzy opened her claws. 

 

Adora was in a great deal of pain, but when she opened her eyes, 
Jared breathed a huge sigh of relief. She wasn’t out of the woods yet, he 
knew, but she was conscious at least. Just seeing her beautiful eyes 
blink open reassured him. 

“You shouldn’t frown so hard, Jared. I’m fine.” 


“Then why are you only half-conscious?” His gruff voice was for her 
ears alone as he carried her away from the ledge so the dragons would 
have room to land fully. Belora was at their side almost instantly, making 
sure her mother was okay. 

“I’m fine, baby,” her mother assured her. “Just let me get bandaged 
up. You should see to Rohtina. She was hurt by the skiths, I think.” 

Belora gasped and ran for the ledge once more after kissing her 
mother and assuring her she would check on her as soon as she was 
patched up. Silla was there too, lifting the leather away gently and 
looking at the severity of the scratches. Jared looked too, frowning when 
he saw the deep gouges but silent as Silla made her own assessment. 

“I can wrap them, but it isn’t nearly as bad as it looks. A few weeks 
and she’ll be good as new, I think.” 

Kelzy breathed a warm sigh of relief that washed over them all, 
bringing a smile to Adora’s pale lips. “See? I told you it was nothing.” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me,” Jared grumbled, heading for the 
corridor with her still in his strong arms. 

“I can walk, you know.” 

“I’m not letting you out of my sight until you’re patched up and 
comfortable in bed. In your room. In our quarters.” His eyes held hers as 
he laid down the law. 

“Okay.” She surprised him by placing her hand at the nape of his 
neck and stroking him gently. 

“You’re not going to argue about going back to your forest?” 

Solemnly, she shook her head. “After what just happened? The 
village was destroyed. My patients are all gone – either dead or fled. 
There’s nothing holding me there any longer.” 

Well, thank the Mother for that! Kelzy’s disgusted voice floated to 
them as she followed close behind on their way to her quarters. Not about 


the village – that’s terrible, she clarified quickly, but about you staying 
with us now. We need you, girl. 

Adora chuckled and closed her eyes, letting her head drift to rest 
against Jared’s strongly beating heart. He liked the way she felt against 
him, liked the trust she put in him by that simple gesture. Carefully he 
maneuvered her through the archways and into the room she had used 
before and placed her gently on the bed. 

Kelzy’s great head followed them into the small human-sized room to 
observe that he cared for her girl properly, he supposed. He didn’t mind. 
He loved Kelzy and knew the dragon loved this small woman. They 
weren’t bonded the way he and Kelzy had bonded, soul to soul, but their 
bond was perhaps even stronger. This was the bond between mother and 
child, as unlikely as it seemed. The unconventional relationship was just 
one more reason he loved Kelzy so deeply. She was a special dragon in 
every way, with a deep compassion and capacity to love that many others 
of her kind did not seem to possess. 

Jared reached for the small buttons on Adora’s clothing, undressing 
her with an efficient hand, over her weak objections. She was almost 
completely drained of energy. When his hands found the burn marks 
from the skith venom on her leggings and boots, he marveled at the way 
her unconventional garments had withstood the fierceness of the attack. 
When he removed her boots he noted the hardness in the sole and saw 
the flash of Kelzy’s scales peeping through the burns, shaking his head 
at her ingenuity. 

“Look at this, Kelz.” He tossed the boots near to the dragon’s head so 
she could inspect them. “Your little human daughter is a very bright 
woman.” 


Amazing, Kelzy agreed. Why didn’t we ever think of doing something 
like this? Incorporating my shed scales between layers of treated leather. 
It probably saved her from some serious burns. 

“Definitely. The scale stopped the acid. Even when the first layer of 
hide failed, the scale and the inner layer of leather were there to protect 
her. Her skin is unblemished, but the boots and leggings testify to the 
severity of the venom spray. She was hit pretty badly.” 

“Hey!” Adora protested when he pulled her leggings clean off, leaving 
her bare from mid-thigh to her wiggling toes. Jared simply lifted her legs, 
inspecting her skin minutely for any injury before pulling a blanket from 
the foot of the bed and tucking it around her. 

“Your skin was protected by the leather, Adora. No burns on your 
legs from the venom, thank the Mother.” He looked into her eyes as he 
reached for her tunic. Her hands came up to stop him, but he brushed 
them aside. “I have to clean and wrap those scratches.” His voice was 
soft, but his tone serious and she let her hands fall away so he could do 
what he had to do. 

He pulled off the ruined shirt as gently as he could, knowing by the 
way her breath hissed that it hurt her, but it had to be done. She was 
bare beneath the shirt and he was surprised for a moment at the sight of 
her lovely breasts spilling free of the form-fitting garment. She was built 
beautifully and quite the loveliest woman he had seen in many long 
years. 

He stroked the side of her face with the backs of his fingers as he 
noted her discomfort. She was in pain and obviously shy. He had no 
doubt from her reactions that she had not been with a man since the 
death of her husband many years before. Jared thought that a crying 
shame. She was so beautiful, so vital. She deserved to enjoy life and love, 


not lock herself away in the middle of nowhere where no male could 
appreciate the beauty of her. 

Not that he wanted to be that man, but he saw the value of her and 
knew she had been wasting her life away hiding in the forest. Here at the 
Lair, she would be appreciated for the jewel she truly was. He gritted his 
teeth and tried not to think about all the single men who would be 
beating a path to her door once they knew she would stay here in the 
Border Lair. Shaking his head, he concentrated on the task at hand 
while Kelzy kept the room nice and warm with her puffing breath. 

He took a water jug from the nearby table and splashed a bit into 
the matching bowl, snagging a washcloth at the same time. Slowly and 
with great care, he cleaned the gouges on her back and side, being as 
thorough as possible before wrapping a clean cloth lightly around her 
middle. 

Doctoring done, he stood from the bedside and helped her settle 
comfortably back before tucking the blanket around her. Kelzy stayed 
just where she was, even after he left the small chamber and he knew the 
dragon would watch over her human daughter all night. He shook his 
head as he reached his own room and tumbled into bed. It had been a 
long, eventful day. 

 

* * * * 

 

“How bad is she?” Gareth called to Lars as soon as they landed. 

Lars jumped off his Rohtina’s back and rushed around to examine 
the damage done to her tough hide by the skith venom. 

“Water! We need water here!” Lars began to panic as he saw how 
deeply the venom had penetrated Rohtina’s golden-red hide. It wasn’t 
easy for skith venom to penetrate dragon scale, but there were certain 


vulnerable areas on their bodies and she had been hit in one of them, 
just beneath her wing, in the supple crevice where it joined her body. The 
acid still smoked. Water would counteract that. 

As the thought occurred, buckets began making their way to her 
side, a number of knights pitching in to help the wounded dragon. Lars 
directed them as Gareth helped and Kelvan used his great strength to 
haul a cistern of water up from the ledge below. He placed it near his 
mate and the process went much faster as the men could fill the buckets 
from a nearer source, splashing each one carefully to do the most good. 

The ledges were built in such a way that the acid laced water 
drained off, over the side of the cliff, well away from any place humans or 
dragons would come into contact with it. Besides that, the water had 
weakened the acid to the point where it was more or less safe. It would 
continue degrading over time all by itself, so the forest below would come 
to no harm from this emergency drenching. 

Belora, help my mate. I beg you. Worry and pain filled Kelvan’s voice, 
and it echoed through the minds of all present, making a few pause in 
surprise. Belora moved forward to face the green-blue dragon with the 
emerald eyes. 

“I don’t know what I can do, Kel. You know my healing talent has 
never been strong. But if I can help her, you know too that I’ll do 
everything in my power to do so.” 

Kelvan bowed his great head. Then go to her. Place your hands on her 
as you did with me and concentrate. Your power is greater than you know 
and perhaps the only thing that can save her now. 

Belora looked uncertain, but moved to the golden dragon’s side. Up 
close now, she could see that Rohtina had used all her strength to get 
back to the Lair. She was badly injured and probably close to death from 
such extensive damage. The heart she had shown in flying all the way 


here with no complaint was amazing and Belora felt tears gather behind 
her eyes. 

Gingerly, she reached out and touched the dragon’s shimmering 
golden hide, now burnt brown and black in places, red in others where 
she bled heavily. 

Concentrate, Belora, as your mother trained you to do. 

Kelvan’s voice in her mind encouraged her and gave her something 
to focus on as she gathered the energies that her mother had taught her 
to recognize, though they never seemed to do what she wished. She had 
never been a strong healer of humans, but Kelvan insisted that what 
power she did have felt good to dragons. She had to believe him. 

You can do it, Belora. I have faith in you. You were meant to heal 
dragons. Not humans. Dragons. You are one of us. 

There was no higher compliment a human could receive from a 
dragon and everyone within hearing distance heard and watched, with 
varying degrees of awe and suspicion. Belora forced all those watching 
eyes out of her mind as she focused the energy that was part of her. It 
leapt to life, as it had never done before, when she touched Rohtina’s 
scarred hide gently. 

Suddenly it was all clear. She knew what she had to do. 

Belora placed her palms over the ridges of Rohtina’s amber eyes, 
locking her green human gaze securely on the dragon’s faceted orbs. 
Belora felt the power flowing through her as never before as she formed 
the connection with the dragon on several levels. 

Belora screamed, feeling just the echo of Rohtina’s great pain as her 
own, but after a moment it began to subside. She felt Lars and Gareth 
behind her, ready to support her if needed and her heart filled with love. 
The love too, transferred to the dragon and reflected back. Rohtina and 
she joined as one for a breathtaking moment out of time, then the power 


surged to life within Belora and poured out into the dragon. It went on 
and on until finally the spell was broken by Rohtina’s blinking jeweled 
amber eyes. They sparkled with life and renewed vitality and a small tear 
leaked out one side, dropping down onto Belora’s elbow, landing there 
and solidifying into a magical gem. 

Thank you. 

Dragons did not cry, but when stirred by great emotion, their magic 
could release itself in a tear that turned to a precious, magical gem. That 
Rohtina gifted Belora with the sparkling topaz jewel was amazing in 
itself, but even more amazing was the result of the magical healing. 
Rohtina was completely well. Not a scratch remained on her badly 
mangled hide. She was whole and healthy once more. 

And Belora realized one other little thing that had seeped into her 
mind while they’d been connected. 

“You’re pregnant!” 

Her whispered words were followed by a shout of joy from the 
watching knights. A dragon pregnancy or birth was always a cause for 
great celebration since there were so few each year. 

I wasn’t sure yet. Rohtina said shyly, the first hint of shyness Belora 
had ever seen from the magnificent golden dragon. 

“Be sure.” Belora removed her hands from Rohtina’s eye ridges and 
cupped her rounded cheek. “I felt the presence of the dragonet within 
you. It is well and happy.” 

Praise the Mother of All that you were here, milady. Thank you for 
saving my mate and my child. Kelvan nudged her with his great head, 
moving closer to his golden mate. 

“It was your faith that made me believe I could, Kel. I’ve never done 
that before in my life!” Belora laughed now in relief as the dragons 
surrounded her with their immense bodies and their love and joy. 


Yet it is what you were born to do. Your power is the strongest I have 
ever felt, even though it’s mostly untrained. You were never meant to heal 
humans, as your mother does. Your power is definitely more dragonish. I 
felt it that first night you sent your power to me. It’s the most amazing 
thing I’ve ever encountered. 

“It feels pretty amazing to me too, and kind of unreal, but I’m so 
happy you’re okay, Rohtina.” She stroked both long necks and smiled 
brightly as her own mates came up on either side of her. 

“That was amazing.” Gareth stopped in front of her and shocked her 
by kneeling. Lars did the same, grasping her hand and kissing the back 
of it with his eyes tightly shut against the emotions nearly overwhelming 
him. 

“Thank you, my love, from the bottom of my heart. You amaze me.” 

“Why are you both down there? Get up.” Her amused and 
embarrassed whisper brought smiles to their faces. She looked up and 
realized all the knights gathered were now kneeling and offering signs of 
respect to her. 

“What’s going on?” 

“We honor you, Belora.” Gareth explained softly. “It’s well known 
that only those with royal blood have the power to heal dragons. From 
what we’ve all just witnessed, we know that you are of the line of 
Draneth the Wise. Somehow, someway, you are descended of kings.” 

“No way.” 

“Yes, my love,” Lars squeezed her hand. “There’s no other 
explanation. The Mother of All brought you to us in our time of need and 
now, with you here, we know our cause is just and our mission 
sanctioned by the Mother herself, for it was She that blessed Draneth 
and the dragons and brought them together. Just as She brought you to 
us.” 


“I can’t believe this.” Her eyes wandered over the kneeling knights in 
something like shock. 

She swayed on her feet as the rush of energy began to leave her. 
Lars held tightly to one hand while in the other, she clutched the 
sparkling golden topaz dragon tear. It gave her some energy, but her 
strength was fast fading. 

Gareth and Lars got to their feet and caught her as she began to lose 
consciousness. With deep concern, they carried her from the ledge to 
their apartments. They worried until Kelvan took a moment away from 
his recovering mate to reassure them. 

The older dragons tell me that after a healing such as the one she just 
performed, it’s normal for the healer to require a day of sleep to recover. 
Don’t worry. She’ll be all right tomorrow. It’s just draining to do what she 
did, plus too, it was her first time so she’s not used to the strain. She’ll 
learn to handle the power with more finesse as she uses it. Just let her 
sleep. 

 

Belora woke over twelve hours later, comfortable in her warm bed. 
She was naked under the furs with her two mates sleeping on either side 
of her. Gareth had his hand at her waist, one of his strong thighs 
between hers as he spooned her from behind. Lars faced her, his arm 
pillowing her head as he breathed softly into her hair, tickling her ever so 
slightly with his warm breath. 

She looked out into the suite and saw Rohtina and Kelvan snuggling 
together in their wallow. Kelvan had one blue-green wing resting lightly 
over his mate and their necks were twined together lovingly. She felt a 
wave of love pass through her at the sight and realized that her small 
movements had woken her men. 


Lars kissed her before she could even speak. It was a long, deep, hot 
kiss that spoke of love, commitment, passion, and joy. When he pulled 
back, he looked deep down into her eyes. 

“Thank you, Belora. You saved us all when you saved Tina. I’ll never 
be able to find the words to express—” he choked up a bit and she moved 
to kiss him, silencing his tumbling thoughts. 

“I think I know what she means to you, at least a little. You don’t 
have to thank me. I would do anything in the world for you, Lars, and for 
Kel and Tina. You all are my family and I love you.” She kissed him once 
more and felt a stirring behind her as Gareth rolled her onto her back 
and loomed over her. 

“And where do I fit into the equation?” The light in his eyes told her 
he was teasing. He knew full well where he fit in her heart and in her life, 
but it was good to say the words. 

“You’re the one who brought us all together.” 

Actually, I think that was my role. An amused dragon voice sounded 
in their heads as Kel brought his great head over to rest in the doorway, 
watching them. After all, I’m the one who found you in the forest, milady. 

Belora sat up and regarded the dragon with some consternation. 
“What’s with the ‘milady’ stuff, Kel? Why are you suddenly calling me 
that?” 

Kel drew his head up to look down at the trio in the bed. Because 
you are undoubtedly of the royal line. We dragons struck a deal with 
Draneth the Wise millennia ago and as his kin, you deserve respect. 

“How in the world do you figure I’m related to the king’s line? I 
mean, I know that healing thing was awfully strange, but my mother 
heals people. What I did can’t be all that different.” 


Ah, but it is. Rohtina’s graceful neck lifted her golden head to rest 
near Kelvan in the doorway. It’s a gift of wizards alone and there’s no true 
wizard blood left in this realm but for the royal line. 

Rohtina stretched to rub her sensitive neck scales along her mate’s 
and all three in the bed felt the renewed arousal. 

“We can argue about bloodlines later,” Gareth grumbled, catching 
Belora about the waist and tugging her down on the bed once more. “For 
now, we have more important things to do.” 

Lars, not to be outdone, pulled her on top of him, using his powerful 
muscles to lift them both into a sitting position against the headboard of 
the huge bed. He positioned her across his lap so that she was straddling 
him while Gareth moved behind her. They felt the dragons withdraw to 
their large wallow, rolling and twining together as the heat rose between 
them. 

The humans felt the same heat, sharing it with the dragons as Lars 
tested his mate’s readiness with a few teasing, tantalizing fingers. He 
stopped, his fingers high up inside her, to look deeply into her eyes. 

"Tina's pregnant." 

"Yes, she is. So?" Her voice was more than a little breathy with Lars' 
fingers lodged inside her and Gareth stroking her breasts from behind. 

"So you could be too." 

Belora gasped as he rubbed that spot right up inside her that always 
made her squirm. "Mmm. Yes, I could." 

"Would you like that? Do you want our baby?" His turquoise eyes 
sought her gaze, something deep inside, yearning in him. She could feel 
it. 

She leaned forward to kiss him. "I want your baby. And Gareth's. I 
want a bunch of children with you both." 


He sighed as he removed his fingers, caressing her as he moved her 
into position over his hard dick. 

"Then we'd better get to work on them. What do you say?" 

"Oh, yes," she breathed as he settled her down over his hard, solid 
length. He slid home as she writhed on top of him, her inner muscles 
clenching around him. 

She could hear the dragons making a mess of the sand in the 
central chamber and knew they were nearing completion. It wouldn't be 
long now before both her men claimed her in perfect union with the 
dragons that shared their souls. 

Gareth pushed her down onto Lars' chest and prepared her rear 
entrance. He bent over her, biting at her earlobe as he pushed himself 
home within her tight ass. 

"If you have Lars' baby first, I want to be next." 

"Yes. Anything, Gareth! I'll do anything you want." 

"Now that's what I like to hear." He chuckled as he slid all the way 
home, the slow and easy passion the dragons were sharing this time 
having the same effect on the human side of the partnership. "You've had 
her pussy a lot lately, Lars. I take it you want to plant our first baby?" 

Lars began to move in her body as soon as Gareth was fully seated. 
The men moved in rhythm, driving her wild as they timed their thrusts 
for greatest impact. 

Lars grunted. "If you have no objection." 

"Can you two discuss this later?" 

The last word rose to a screech as she came hard around both of 
their cocks and they just kept pumping. She knew then that they'd bring 
her to orgasm multiple times before the dragons were finished with them. 
The frantic mating flights of the first few days had settled into long, 
drawn-out sessions in the sand that were echoed by the humans in 


hours of love play and the most incredible waves of pleasure she had yet 
experienced. 

"Ssh, Belora, this is very important." Gareth's teeth teased her ear 
as he pumped steadily into her from behind. "Someone has to make 
plans here." He stroked her just a little more deeply. "Now what do you 
think about our first child being fair and blonde like Lars? Or would you 
rather have a dark haired tyke first?" 

"Either. Both! I don't care!" She sobbed as she neared another peak, 
even higher than the last. 

“Oh, but you must,” Gareth chastised her as he rode her through 
another shattering climax. 

“I want…” she panted to catch her breath and her scattered senses. 
“I want both kinds. Whenever the Mother grants it. I want both.” 

"Well, if that's what you really want, I suppose that's just what you'll 
get." Gareth stroked harder, his breath coming a bit shorter now as the 
dragons neared completion, urging on their knights. Lars too was 
pounding into her pussy now, stroking her higher and higher still. 

"Sweet Mother, Gareth! You're right. Twins!" Lars pushed deeper 
now, his turquoise eyes bright with both satisfaction and hunger. 

"Twins?!" she shrieked as she came yet again and still they drove her 
higher. 

"When knight pairs mate with females of the royal line," he was 
panting, nearer now, "the Mother and Her magic often bless them with 
twins." He was close now and she climbed high once more. The dragons 
rolled furiously just outside the door, grunting and roaring just a little as 
smoke filled the air in the slight dome above their wallow. "One from 
each…" He dug into her as Lars did, both nearing their crisis point. 


"Sweet Mother!" Lars swore as he started to come along with his 
dragon partner. Rohtina's cry sounded through the suite of rooms 
followed only a second later by Kelvan's harsh grunt. 

Gareth came when Kel did and both knights filled her to overflowing 
as she screamed their names and convulsed between them. It went on 
and on as the dragons dragged out their pleasure. Gareth collapsed on 
them, squashing her for just a few moments between her men, a position 
she loved. Lars supported them against the padded headboard, his body 
spasming within her as the pleasure drained from him in long, hot 
waves. 

When they finally found the strength to pull apart and settle 
bonelessly on the huge bed, Belora thought over what Gareth had said. 

"Twins?" Her voice was soft and dreamy. "Truly?" 

Gareth reached over to stroke her cheek. "It's more than a 
possibility. If you're of the royal blood—and I have little doubt you are—
then the wizard magic is in your veins. You'll carry one baby from each of 
us." 

"Oh, that would be so beautiful." 

"I'm glad you think so." Lars leaned up on one elbow looking down 
at her, the love in his eyes shining bright in the dim room. "I want a big 
family. I want our children to have what I never did. I want them to 
belong to each other and to us." 

Belora launched herself into her mate's strong arms. "That's the 
most beautiful thing I've ever heard." A tear found its way down her 
cheek and Lars bent to kiss it away. "I want the same thing." 

"Then we're all in agreement." Gareth poured wine for each of them 
from the bedside table and passed the goblets around as they all sat up, 
some strength returning. 

"I didn't thank you both yet for going to save my mother." 


"Our children will need their grandmother. Especially when their 
parents want to spend some time alone." Gareth wiggled his eyebrows 
and chuckled, making them all laugh. 

"No, I mean it. Truly. I didn't think I could love either of you more, 
but when you put your lives on the line for my mother, I knew that if I 
lost any of you—human or dragon—I never would be the same. I would 
never be whole again." 

"But what about the king?" Lars spoke softly from the far side of the 
bed. "You'll have to go meet him and investigate where you come from. 
The royal blood is too precious to remain anonymous. What if you're a 
princess? Will you still want to live with us in this backwater Lair?" 

She reached over to stroke his stubbly cheek. "Even if I were the 
queen, I'd never give you up. I love you." She narrowed her eyes in 
thought. "Though I suppose it is possible that I have some strange 
origins." 

"Why do you say that?" Gareth moved up to support her from 
behind as they lounged on the huge bed. 

"It's something Kelzy told my mother. She said that her parents 
weren't her blood parents, that it was obvious to Kelzy that my mother 
had been adopted." 

"Adopted?" Gareth prompted her when her words trailed off. 

"Yes, but she never found out from where, or who her real parents 
might be." 

"By the Mother, then it’s more than likely your mother's real parents 
were of royal descent." 

"I guess that could be true." She shrugged. “And twins do run in my 
family. My mother doesn’t speak of them much, but before me, she had 
twin girls. They were taken just before we moved to the forest when I was 
about five winters, I think.” 


“Taken? You mean they died?” Gareth had perked up and looked 
keenly interested. 

“No, they’re not dead. At least I don’t think they are. They were 
stolen. It was horrible.” She shuddered and leaned into Lars’ supporting 
arm as both men moved closer at the first sign of her distress. “We were 
in a big town, at a market. Men rushed us. Big men. I remember one had 
a jagged scar on his face and was missing the two little fingers on his left 
hand.” She shuddered and strong arms went around her, soothing her. 
“They hit my mother and grabbed my sisters. They were too strong for 
her and no one would help us. The scarred man tried to grab me, but my 
mother held me tight and started running. She ran and ran. They 
pursued us, but didn’t catch her. She may be small, but she’s fast.” A 
small, sad smile lifted one side of her face. “She went back and tried to 
find my sisters, but they were gone. We left that day and never went 
back.” 

“So the reason she went to the forest, way out in the middle of 
nowhere was because she was hiding?” Lars puzzled through the 
situation with his calm logic. 

“I never thought of that, but I guess it could be true. We didn’t have 
any money and when we came across the cottage, it was empty. No one 
claimed it when we asked in the village and they welcomed the idea of 
having a healer move in closer to the village. Some of them even helped 
Mama in the early days, bringing her food and household items to trade 
for her herbal remedies. That’s how we’ve lived for the past decade and 
more.” 

“How old were your sisters when they were taken?” Gareth’s voice 
was calm but very serious. 

“I was about five, so I guess they were about ten or eleven.” 

“Then they’d be in their early twenties now. Twenty-three or so.” 


“Yes, I guess so.” She nodded, settling back into their arms. She saw 
the look of determination pass between her two mates and wondered at 
it. 

“We have to find them.” Lars’ quiet voice made her sit up in surprise. 

“What?” 

“Your sisters. We have to find them. Royal blood is too precious, and 
women who potentially have the ability to heal dragons and be mates to 
our brethren are scarcer than even that. We have to alert the other Lairs 
to be on the lookout for your sisters. Dragons and their knights may be 
able to sniff them out, now that we know they exist.” 

Hope entered her heart. “Do you really think so?” 

Lars stroked her cheek. “I believe it with all my heart.” 

“The Mother of All brought you and your mother to us, didn’t She?” 
Gareth sought her eyes, his own smiling softly in the dim room. “Now 
that we know your sisters could be out there, we’ll spread the word. 
Believe me, there’s nothing a knight or dragon likes better than a quest.” 

All three of them chuckled at that and settled back in the huge bed. 

“The Mother did indeed know what She was doing when She brought 
me to you.” Belora’s hands snaked out to either side to grasp her mates’ 
hands tightly in her own, her thoughts spinning ahead to the possibility 
of finding her sisters. The future looked bright indeed. 

 

 

 

The End. 

 

 

 

 


Bianca D’Arc 

Bianca is the "D'Arc" side of an otherwise mild-mannered and 
successful career woman. She wishes she could say that she is happily 
married to a magnificent alpha male warrior, but such is not the 
case…yet. Bianca is ever hopeful and a great believer in Fate. Why, you 
ask? Getting the urge to up and quit her dream job on Wall Street just 
two weeks before 9/11 might be one reason. There are many others. 

 

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quality items, though she’s hardly a fashionista. She likes nothing better 
than curling up by the fire with a good book, or better yet, by the 
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