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To my sister, who didn’t freak out when she 
learned what I was writing. 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter One 

 

 

he ancient house rocked with light, laughter, 
and the occasional burst of magical energies. 
The somber stones were decked out with brightly 
colored balloons and the fairies in the garden 
reeled in drunken circles around the windows and 
doors. They wanted to join the fun. 
T 

Anryn Warder looked around the room and 
smiled at the guests that had gathered to celebrate 
the engagement of her cousin Albina, and her 
fiancé Imaran. The mix was a bizarre blend of 
human and magical creatures. The wards that 
were set around the estate would wipe the 
memories of the humans as they left, transforming 
the faces of the djinn women and the elves into 
normal, if beautiful, humans. 

Which was a handy thing, as some of the more 
inebriated guests were comparing species-specific 
physiques. A ‘how many breasts do you have?’ 
contest was underway in the foyer under the 
watchful eye of the Lakin portraits. The old gents 


in the paintings had never had such a show. 

“I can’t thank you enough for this shower Anni! 
I was never expecting anything like this.” Albina 
wandered over with a glass of wine in her hand. 
She was glowing. Literally. 

“Alby, you’re quite welcome. What have you 
been up to? You are lit up like a Christmas tree.” 
The snicker was unmistakable. 

“Oh, I was just having a conversation with 
Imaran’s mother, Delileh. She wanted to look at 
my markings in front of other djinn witnesses.” 
Not only was Alby’s face flaming, her hair was 
glowing in the afternoon sun. The nearby 
paintings sparkled in the luminescence cast by her 
braided tresses. 

When Anryn and Albina were first learning to 
cast wards, Albina made a mistake in her focus. 
Her spell blew up in her face and she had to spend 
the rest of her life with glowing, magic-sensitive 
hair. It was Anni’s favorite point to tease her 
cousin with. 

“So basically, a group of djinn women cornered 
you and said ’Show us your boobs’. What did you 
do?” The giggles were coming fast and furious; 
she fought desperately to keep her face straight. 

“I flashed them.” She took a hefty slug of the 
wine that one giggling dryad was serving to the 
crowd. She watched the dryad and asked her 
cousin, “So, how is your mom enjoying the 


party?” 

“She’s having the time of her life. And since she 
is a couple of hundred years old, that really means 
something.” Anryn was driving, so she stuck to 
soda. 

Smiling, she watched her mother flit among the 
other women. Mylawith looked not a day over 
twenty-four. Her delicate green skin had been 
bequeathed to her daughter, as well as her bright 
green eyes. Hair that was a strange combination of 
green, gold and brown rippled down her back. 
She preferred the solitude of the forest, but the 
company of other magical creatures always 
warmed her. 

Anryn’s black hair had come from her father, a 
warder who worked to keep the old-growth 
forests from predation by logging companies. Her 
mother had taken one look at the handsome mage 
and jumped out of a tree and onto his startled 
form. 

Dominick had been astonished to have the 
warm womanly body drop on him, and as she 
began to grind herself against him, he had decided 
to accede to the lady’s wishes. He visited her 
every chance he got until she announced she was 
pregnant. For one month he had stayed away, 
frantically making phone calls. Laying claim to a 
portion of old-growth forest was not a task for the 
bureaucratically challenged. 


Then, one day, a building crew arrived in a 
nearby meadow. They excavated with extreme 
care and using sprayed concrete and a frame of 
metal, they created an underground warren. They 
back-filled the site and the meadow grew again. 

Dominick Warder made a place in his lady’s 
world, and that is where his daughter was born 
one winter night. They couldn’t get married right 
away, as Mylawith did not exist to the human 
world, but a binding ceremony with Dominick 
holding his daughter brought a wild Warder party 
to the deep forest in the dead of winter. 

“So, how many have RSVP’d already?” She 
dragged her mind back from her father’s favorite 
bedtime story and focused on Albina again. 

“Around six hundred.” This was about right for 
a Warder wedding. It was a favorite place for 
them to shop for men. 

“All races are being represented?” 

“Through our family alone.” She rolled her eyes 
to the ceiling. The Warders were bound by law, to 
mate outside their own clan. This kept their most 
desirable talent from being used for evil, as it had 
at one time in the past. 

The Warders had made a bid to take over 
Realm by starving out the population and only 
allowing access to those who supported them. The 
Dragon Council had collected an army and broke 
the wards, killing all males of the clan, and 


imprisoning the women. The women were tried, 
put to the Question and those who were guilty of 
planning the attacks were put to death. Only 
seven women survived. Seven Warders. 

They were given to the clans they had wronged, 
and their bloodlines were forbidden from inter-
marrying. Warders had successfully married and 
produced offspring with twenty races, humans 
being one of them. They moved from Realm to 
earth, and used mirrors to go back and report to 
the Dragon Council every five years. 

Their family crossed over twenty races, but no 
one could stop the ties that bound the Warders 
together. 

Anryn started to set her cousin‘s mind at ease 
about the wedding preparations. “Music wise, I 
have the Goblin Rulz playing at the reception.” 

Albina‘s blue eyes danced in delight. “I love 
them!” She was practically hopping in her chair. 
“How did you get them? I thought they were 
booked.” 

“Never underestimate sleeping around in your 
youth.” Anryn winked slowly and watched the 
light dawn in her cousin’s eyes. 

“You mean that you…?” 

“Six years ago. But he and I are still friends.” 
All of Anryn’s lovers became her friends after the 
relationship was over. No one could hold a 
grudge against her perpetual cheer. 


“Wow, if I had friends like that…well, Imaran 
wouldn’t be marrying me.” 

They both laughed. It was a well known fact 
that djinn preferred virgins. That she was no 
longer in that condition was strictly due to her 
fiancés actions. 

“Delileh seems happy enough with her son’s 
choice.” The djinn women were mingling a little, 
occasionally making forays to the snack table. The 
stern matron in question was holding court in her 
daughter-to-be’s home. 

“That’s what she said once she saw the family’s 
markings. It isn’t like she could deny they are 
Imaran’s. Each djinn has his own pattern and this 
is definitely his.” She peered down into her shirt 
and shrugged. “I haven’t learned to read them yet. 
I can’t get beyond the ABC’s of the djinn script yet. 
Goblin was much easier.” 

“You’re drunk.” The happy bride-to-be was 
listing gently to the right. Anryn held out a 
steadying hand and held her. 

“Yes, I am.” A blinding smile broke free. “I 
really do love him, you know. He makes me 
feel…happy.” 

“Yes, Alby. I know.” She stood and scooped her 
cousin up in her arms. Albina was as light as a 
feather. Anryn quickly walked into the dining 
room and through the mirror, taking her cousin to 
Realm. 


The Djinn village was over three hundred miles 
away. She stomped her foot on the ground and 
sent a wave of power through Albina. Moments 
later, a djinn appeared in front of her. “Albina, 
what is wrong? Anryn, is she alright?” 

His face was concerned, the black eyes 
searching her burden for any sign of injury. Once 
in his lifetime was enough. He took her gently 
from her cousin. 

“She’s fine, but my mom got her drunk.” He 
grinned in relief, chuckling as Alby burped and 
began to snore against his chest. 

The twinkling in his black eyes let her know 
that he had figured out what happened. “She had 
to deal with my mother, did she?” 

“Yep, and the rest of her attendants. She had to 
show them the djinn marks, and promptly got 
loaded after that. Can you keep her with you here 
for a while? I want to kick out the party goers and 
clean up a bit.” 

“I can do that when we get home.” 

She blinked and smiled ruefully. Oh, right. 
Magic. He used to be Albina’s housekeeper. Lords, if 
only she could find a guy who did housework. 

“Yeah, ok. Give me six hours to get rid of the 
stragglers.” She turned to leave, “Oh, and Alby 
came out of the bridal shower with quite a haul. 
Thirty pounds of gold jewelry, and seventeen 
pieces of edible underwear. Hope you’re hungry.” 


She winked at him in the mirror and passed 
through to the bright tune of his laughter. 

Her cousin was a lucky woman. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two 

 

 

“
o how was the shower on Saturday?” 
Bethany was as chipper as always. The 
perfect secretary. She would dump hot coffee in 
your lap if you called her an executive assistant. 
S 

“It was a blast. Any messages for me?” She 
moved past the reception desk and nodded as she 
took the sheaf of pink papers with one hand and 
balanced her coffee with the other. “Yeesh, serves 
me right for taking a Friday off.” 

She dipped and levered the door to her office 
open with her elbow. Sitting at her pressboard 
desk she flipped through the notes and sorted 
them by urgency. Several were queries about her 
schedule over the next few weeks. Anryn worked 
into the stack and found the note that she was 
looking for. 

It was the call from the dressmaker for Albina’s 
wedding. The woman was a miracle worker. The 
lesser known fact that she was a spider goblin was 
the only thing that kept her from being a top 


international designer. Well, that and the extra 
sets of arms that she had. She swiftly dialed the 
number. 

“Morcalla? Hey. How’s it going?” 

“Great Anryn. Business is booming.” 

“So, you called? A status report perhaps?” 
Anryn dug out her day planner and started to 
write in her appointments for the next few weeks. 

“You know it. The dresses are coming along 
well. They should be done in plenty of time.” 

“You know that I am going to check up on 
you.” 

“Yeah, yeah. But I tell you, those seven layers of 
Warder formal wear are hell to embroider.” 

“Yes, but you are being compensated 
handsomely.” 

“Indeed, I can’t argue with that. When are you 
running the next wards?” 

“Later this week. Do you have a date for the 
concrete?” 

“Next Tuesday. The crew is roughing out the 
foundation this week.” 

“Fine, then I’ll call you on Thursday and set 
them before Sunday.” 

“You don’t know how much this means to me.” 

Tears pricked Anryn’s eyes. “Yes I do. Just 
remember to recommend me to your friends and 
family. I don’t work cheap.” She forced a laugh 
and heard an echo on the other end of the call. 


“I don’t either, take care.” 

“Take care. Bye Morcalla.” 

As she hung up Anryn took a deep breath. All 
that Morcalla wanted was a set of wards that 
would let her have human guests in her house 
without freaking them out. She enjoyed the 
company of men and didn’t enjoy it as they ran 
screaming from her bed when she left the glamour 
off. The wards would keep the glamour in place 
until they left her presence. 

She also was afraid of paparazzi, afraid that her 
glamour wouldn’t hold. The wards that Anryn 
had planned would keep any lens from focusing 
into any window. It would give her privacy and 
security. 

She drummed her fingers on the desk. Alright, 
back to work. She took out her day planner and 
began to schedule appointments. Being a massage 
therapist was not a nine to five job. Each client had 
a set time that they preferred to be treated and 
would not deviate from it. 

She called up her normal Monday client list and 
had several happy people that she would be 
seeing, starting in less than one hour. She had a 
new client on the list for today- a businessman. 
His appointment was in his offices. 

Decklyn Ringler was a CEO of some company 
or other. His executive assistant had called on 
Friday for an appointment, and had been 


disappointed to find that it was her day off. So she 
asked for her employer to be worked into Anryn’s 
schedule late in the day. No one else would do. 

She picked up her folding table, her bag with 
her essentials and left for her first appointment for 
the day. She worked on any number of people, 
some old, some young, and some who had 
medical conditions that made her wince in 
sympathy. But she did her job. All day, every day. 

It was a relief to see her schedule and note that 
only one name was not crossed off. She hauled the 
table to the elevator and pressed the top floor 
button. It was thirty flights in the air when she 
came out and saw that the entire upper floor was 
glass. Not one exterior wall marred the beauty of 
the skyline. The interior walls were arranged like 
spokes on a wheel, with the receptionist holding 
court in the center. 

She walked up to the reception desk and waited 
for the receptionist to notice her. “Anryn Warder 
to see Decklyn Ringler. We have a five o’clock 
appointment.” 

“Please, have a seat over there. He’ll be with 
you in a few minutes.” She dismissed the visitor 
and went back to typing a document with no 
particular urgency, to prove that she was far too 
busy to be answering questions. 

“I didn’t notice you announcing that I was here. 
Perhaps it slipped your mind.” She waited and 


kept her even gaze on the little secretary trying to 
throw her weight around. 

She gave Anryn a hate filled glance and put one 
hand to her head set. “Mr. Ringler, there is a Miss 
Warder here to see you.” Her eyes widened with 
surprise as she was given her instructions. 

“Please come with me, Miss Warder.” She led 
the way down the hall to a conference room. It 
had the same panoramic view as the reception 
area. 

“Please get comfortable, can I get you 
anything?” 

“Where is the nearest restroom?” 

“There is one behind this panel.” She walked to 
the wall, and a panel slid back at the touch of her 
hand. It was well hidden, and Anryn wondered 
how many other doors were attached to this room. 
The receptionist stood and waited for her 
dismissal. 

“A soda would be great, and everything I 
need.” 

“I’ll only be a moment.” 

“Fine.” 

She flipped the massage table upright and 
secured the legs into place. One client on the floor 
in her lifetime had been enough. 

The receptionist returned with a can and a 
glass, and she left them on the conference room 
table and quit the room. Anryn looked around for 


any chance item to give her a clue as to Mr. 
Ringler’s occupation. There was nothing. 

No magazines, no documents, and no 
workstations of any kind marred the glass and 
steel of the room. She shivered and looked around 
once more. She hated waiting. 

She tried to occupy herself. She wandered over 
to the bathroom that had been pointed out and ran 
warm water in the sink. She sat the bottle of oil 
that she used on her clients into the sink. She 
opened the ‘client’ pack that she retrieved from 
her car, after dropping the sheets and towels that 
she used on her previous client in the laundry bag 
that she kept in her vehicle for such a purpose. 

The laundry found her fastidiousness in 
packaging of the sheets, towels and pillows 
excessive, but since she was prepared to pay for 
the extra work, they had stopped commenting 
after her first payment. 

Just as she was snapping the sheet over the 
table, her new client arrived. Decklyn Ringler. It 
was no wonder that he had called Relaxed Realms 
Massage Therapy. He was a dragon. 

Relaxed Realms specialized in non-human 
clients. It took a certain amount of strength to 
work on supernatural creatures. 

“You are the massage therapist?” His brow rose 
in astonishment. She was tall, slender and looked 
incapable of applying the necessary force to 


engage in therapeutic massage. Her olive skin 
made her look Mediterranean at first glance, the 
dryad was only there if you knew to look for it. 

“Yep. You would be Mr. Ringler?” 

“Yes.” 

“Please remove your clothing and lie face down 
on the table. If you like, I can leave the room for a 
few minutes.” She turned to prepare the second 
sheet, then saw him unbuttoning his shirt with a 
lack of concern. 

“I am fine with it if you are.” The challenge was 
obvious. He was quite an impressive specimen, 
and as he removed his clothing, she found that he 
was older than he looked. 

With a dragon, you could tell the age by their 
bodies. He bore a series of scars that she 
acknowledged as territory dispute markings. The 
claws of another dragon had plowed through his 
golden skin. His hair was quite long, hanging 
below his shoulders within the confines of a strip 
of leather. It was a rich chestnut which contrasted 
starkly with his golden eyes. When he undid his 
pants, she watched with interest. 

From what she had heard, dragon scales 
remained on the phallus, no matter the form he 
took. Huh. Nope. His cock was a slightly darker 
shade of gold than his skin, but was snug in a nest 
of silky chestnut curls, just like a normal male. The 
lack of hair on his chest had made her wonder, but 


now her curiosity was satisfied. 

“Are you enjoying the view?” 

She jumped. She had been lost in her own 
thoughts, and most of them x-rated. “Oh, yes. 
Quite nice. Now if you would lie face down on the 
table please?” 

He looked startled, but moved to do as she 
asked. His cock had begun to rise under the 
attention that it was getting. When she had him 
settled to her satisfaction, she flipped the second 
sheet over him and moved to get the warmed oil. 

Apparently he was not used to being referred to 
as ‘quite nice’. 

She placed it on the table and coated her hands, 
then applied herself to her work. “Wind and 
wards you are tense, Mr. Ringler.” She worked at 
the taut muscles and smiled when he grunted at 
the force she was required to apply. 

“Oh, I should have warned you, therapeutic 
massage can lightly bruise tissues. You will be 
more relaxed, but the first day you’ll feel like you 
have been hit by a truck.” An evil grin spread 
across her face as he made a harsh sound as she 
bent to her work. 

It was well over half an hour of hard work later 
that she asked him to flip over. As he turned, not 
without some difficulty, she flexed her hands and 
wiped the sweat off of her brow. “Just lie back Mr. 
Ringler. Do you have any other spots of tension 


beside your back and neck?” 

“You can call me Decklyn.” He shifted around 
and draped the sheet across his hips. It tented in a 
most obvious way. “My neck and hands are the 
only residual bits of tension. Unless you would be 
willing to address my erection.” 

“That is not a muscular problem, that’s a 
hydraulic one.” She smiled and moved behind his 
head. Rubbing her slicked hands up his neck and 
pulling gently on his skull. Being this close to an 
attractive aroused man was having an effect on 
her. But she had to put her job first. 

“Ah, but would you be willing to address it? 
You didn’t answer that.” His upside-down smile 
was engaging, and she smiled back when she saw 
his hunter’s gaze on her breasts. It wasn’t like he 
could miss them, but she did bind them down 
when she worked or they got in the way. 

“Not while I’m working. But contact me 
another time, and we’ll see what we can do. Now 
let your head relax.” She continued the stroking 
her hands from his shoulders, up his neck, and to 
the back of his skull, flipping his hair out of the 
way each time. 

The smile this time exposed his pointed white 
teeth. Dragons could not hide their eyes, or their 
teeth. It was a flaw of the magic that let them 
change shape. Or a warning to their prey. 

In silence, she continued down his arms, 


kneading the tight skin and digging into the 
muscle underneath. Each arm was treated thusly, 
and then she came to his hands. She loved a man’s 
hands. 

She sighed heavily and kneaded the tension out 
of his fingers. Tugging at each finger until they 
were totally relaxed and his eyes closed in bliss. 
Her fingers slid through his and she felt a tugging 
at her womb. It was not unexpected. She had been 
attracted to him from the start. 

The liquid heat that she began generating 
caught her by surprise, though. His arousal had 
not diminished as she worked, and having that 
pillar beckoning her was shaking her self-control. 
She caught her own scent and flinched. 

If she could smell her own heat, then he surely 
could. The satisfied smirk on his face stated as 
much. His eyes had flared open at the first rush of 
wetness that delivered her interest to him, and he 
was watching her massage his hands with a 
hunter’s attention. A hunter being stroked by his 
prey. 

The hour was up. With a relieved sigh and 
shaking hands, she stood and removed the oil 
from her skin with one of her towels. “There, all 
done.” Over her shoulder she quipped, “Was it 
good for you?” 

His voice was husky and far too close as he 
responded, “Not yet, but it will be.” 


“What?” She began to turn and felt a sudden 
rush of magic flow over her. She had no chance to 
defend herself and buckled under the wave of lust 
that followed in it’s wake. Her eyes searched 
Decklyn’s and she realized that she had been 
caught in his glamour. She fainted into his arms. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three 

 

 

eat, everything was hot. Damn. He had given 
her a full dose of his glamour and left her 
sensitive to the slightest thing. Right now it was 
heat, and it was coming from her clit. Perhaps it 
had something to do with the dark head between 
her thighs working his tongue into the folds and 
petals of her sex, flicking her clit with his tongue 
on the upstroke, sipping at her nectar as she 
flowed freely. 
H 

She refused to moan, her throat was aching and 
air was whistling in and out of her lungs with a 
vengeance. She was normally vocal when she had 
sex, but she was damned if she would give the 
dragon the satisfaction. 

Her fingers dug into the sheets she was lying on 
and her thighs flexed in reaction to his 
ministrations. She began to shiver and recognized 
that her orgasm was an instant away, so did he. 
He pulled away, and replaced his mouth with the 
erection that she had admired earlier. 


Her lip was bloody where she had bit through 
it. And with her eyes closed, she never saw his 
face approaching hers, but she did feel the delicate 
flick of his tongue in harsh contrast to the heavy 
thrusts of his hips. He carefully licked the blood of 
her mouth. 

She opened her eyes in statement and that is 
when it hit her. Her orgasm roared through her, 
and her eyes were on his when the pleasure storm 
hit. Her mouth opened, but she still refused to 
make a sound. Her body shook and spasmed 
around him, then slowly relaxed, one muscle at a 
time. 

He frantically thrust into her quiescent body 
and shook in his own release, his head resting on 
her shoulder, his teeth digging lightly to her. 

“You taste like the forest.” It was the first 
sentence she had heard since she came too. 

“You taste like a dragon.” It was heat, musk 
and magic. 

“But you are human as well, it is in your 
blood.” 

That irritated her. “Why are you tasting my 
blood?” 

“Because, I have you in my power and I want to 
know more about you.” 

“You have me in your power? How?” 

“Check your ankle.” 

The conversation had been held while his head 


was on her shoulder, his cock softening within 
her. His weight kept her from moving. 

She slowly lifted her left ankle and saw a 
manacle there. She tugged at it and it was attached 
to a chain, probably bolted to the floor. 

She took a deep breath, absorbing the scents of 
sex, dragons, musk and the room, then sent a bolt 
of power through her leg to blast off the manacle. 
It didn’t budge, but the power did fly around the 
room, as if seeking a home. Eventually zapping 
her in the right buttock. 

“Ow! What the hell was that?” Her hand 
belatedly went to the damaged spot. 

“You tried to open the lock?” His head was still 
in the joint between her neck and shoulder, she 
felt his tongue snake out to lick at the little wound 
he had left behind. She shivered and felt her 
nipples rise in response against his chest. Her skin 
healed as his tongue lapped at her wound, closing 
under the effect of his saliva. He began to swell 
inside her as he tasted her blood. 

“Of course I did!” What did he think? That she 
jumped and slapped herself in the ass all the time? 

“Why don’t you just enjoy yourself for now?” 

“Because you have me shackled to the bed?!” 

A wave of lust went through her- that damned 
magic again. He had no qualms about throwing 
her into a frenzy of lust. “Is it really so bad?” 

“It isn’t that. I just like to be on top.” She 


pouted prettily and he raised his head to look her 
in the eye. After a long moment staring into his 
golden eyes, she found herself flipped through the 
air and she landed astride him. His hard shaft still 
buried to the hilt within her. 

All of the air huffed out of her lungs and she 
shivered and gasped as another wave of magic ran 
through her. “That’s cheating!” Her hands braced 
against his abdomen to keep her torso from 
collapsing against him. 

An innocent smile was her answer. “What is?” 
Considering that his hands had reached up to 
fondle her breasts, and were devilishly working 
her nipples, the innocent act was taking it a little 
far. 

“Running magic through me like that!” 

His hips raised against her and she felt the deep 
stroke to her soul. “Oh? What ever could be wrong 
with it?” 

“It’s giving you an unfair advantage.” She 
began to raise and lower her hips, riding him with 
slow, luxurious strokes. 

“Ah, well, against women, I’ll take any 
advantage that I can.” As she lowered her hips 
with a twist and a rocking motion, he thrust 
upward. Hard. 

She shrieked and went over the edge again, 
forgetting her vow not to let him hear her scream. 

Her body arched against his and he held her 


hips to him, letting her have the full measure of 
her release as he rocked her against him. As she 
subsided, and her dazed eyes met his, he grinned 
again and flipped her so that she was now beneath 
him, on her knees. 

She mewled as he pulled out of her to 
reposition them, and gasped as he thrust deep 
once more. This time, driving for his own 
pleasure. She heard the harsh breathing and the 
sharp slapping sounds as they came together. Her 
body pushed back to meet his oncoming thrusts as 
her gasping took on a more urgent tone. 

She had always had a ‘hair trigger’ and it didn’t 
take her long to dance on the edge of her orgasm 
once again. This time he was with her, and as he 
began to pulse and shudder inside her, she felt his 
teeth digging into her shoulder once again. 

The combination of pleasure and pain was too 
much and she screamed, trying to buck him off as 
her own body shivered and convulsed in a welter 
of confused sensations. 

His weight bore her to the bed and she floated 
through her own mind absently. Thinking about 
how warm he was, and how heavy. She dozed off, 
only vaguely noting that he slipped out of her 
body and curled her against him before he nodded 
off as well. One hand held her hips against him, 
and the other cupped a breast. Wow, he was 
warm. 


A phone was ringing. It was a cell phone. No 
other ring could be that annoying. The warmth 
went away and she looked up, frowning. 

“Hello?” Decklyn was standing beside the bed, 
his back to her. Man, he had a great ass. 

“Yes, Dominick. She’s fine.” 

“The Az demon never showed up.” He nodded 
to the voice on the other end of the line. “She’s 
going to stay with me until we get this settled.” 

He turned and found her watching his 
backside. “Sure, she’s right here.” 

He extended his hand to her, and she took the 
phone, winking at his smirking face. 

“Hi Dad.” She rolled her eyes and glared at the 
dragon as he started to flex for her benefit. A 
series of muscleman poses almost had her 
laughing at him, she threw a pillow at him 
instead. 

“Hey, Walnut. How are you?” 

“I’m fine. What’s going on?” 

“Well, you know that trouble that Alby and 
Imaran had with the Az demon that his ex sent 
after her?” He had ducked out of the way and was 
now weighing the pillow in his palm. He 
shrugged, dropped it and went into an adjoining 
room. 

“Yeah.” She was wary now. That had almost 
cost her cousin her life. 

“It’s after you.” 


“WHAT?!” 

She heard a deep sigh, and knew that her father 
was trying not to hide anything from her. 
“Apparently the demon decided that since Alby 
wasn’t killed, and you helped with the lamp 
misdirection, you had to be to blame.” 

“Oh, crap.” 

“Cathal is coming after you. It has put a hit out 
on you.” 

“Oh, crap.” 

“That is why I contacted Decklyn. He’s willing 
to protect you, for a price.” 

“What price?” 

Now her father got quiet, which was not like 
him. He was normally very forthright with her. 

“What price, Dad?” 

“He wants a child. That means a woman who 
isn’t sensitive to dragon venom. In this case, that 
means you.” 

“So this was an elaborate charade? My going to 
his office and his appointment with RR? Is 
Bethany in on this?” Ok, she was a bit shrill, a 
demon was after her- she felt entitled. 

“No. No, Walnut. Decklyn had his choice of 
ways to get to you. We just left it up to him. He 
thought that it might be the best way to get you 
alone.” 

She put her forehead in one hand and began to 
rub at the tension that was rising. “Fine, so did 


you take care of my equipment and my car?” 

“Yes, they are both at your house. Safe and 
sound.” 

“How is Mom taking this?” 

“Not well. She has every plant in a six hundred 
mile radius from your location, watching for any 
disturbances. The second Cathal moves, the 
Warders will be there.” 

“If I’m not dead by then.” 

“Walnut! Don’t say things like that. Decklyn is 
going to keep you safe. No matter what.” 

“Sorry, I love you Dad. Take care of yourself.” 

“You too, Walnut. Be safe.” The line went dead 
and she disconnected the phone. 

Stunned, she sat still against the pillows. She 
shifted her left leg and heard the clink of the 
manacle against the chain. This was not how she 
had planned her week to go. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Four 

 

D 
ecklyn had left the room during her phone 
conversation. She looked around and found 
an open door. The flushing noise gave her a good 
idea as to the nature of his departure. 

He wandered back into the room, completely 
unconcerned with his nudity. Fine with her, she 
was never one for clothes if she could help it. She 
sat back against the headboard with one leg bent, 
the other straight in front of her. 

“So, you have gallantly offered your services to 
assist me in avoiding the hit on me?” Her thighs 
were sticky with cum, the scent was thick in the 
room. He sat facing her on the edge of the bed. 

“Well, it isn’t like I wasn’t offered something in 
return.” His hand caressed the bite that he had left 
on her neck, a blue trace appearing under her skin. 
It was the venom that he had injected her with, 
beginning it‘s journey through her system. 

It used to be thought that a dragon’s lust would 
kill a woman, but later it was found that it was the 


venom they exuded when they tried to reproduce 
that did the job. To breed a dragon, the egg 
needed to be fortified to support the offspring. The 
venom acted in this manner. It ran through the 
mother’s bloodstream and toughened the DNA in 
the egg, infusing it with the magic needed to 
support a dragon. 

For a normal woman, this process had the effect 
of draining her, leaving her womb unable to 
support life after the dragonet had been born. She 
would only have the one child. 

Magical creatures were better able to tolerate 
the venom and the effect on their eggs. Decklyn 
had probably jumped at the chance to have a 
magical female handed to him. 

“You know that he had no right to offer me to 
you?” She had all the power of the modern 
woman’s fury at her disposal. No one had the 
right to hand her off. 

“Not by dragon standards. The father has the 
right to arrange the mating of any of his female 
offspring.” 

“I am not a dragon.” 

He was stroking her hair now, untangling it 
absently. “No, but your great-great-grandfather 
was. Livonath was the one who gave me the rights 
to you. Your father only gave me the information 
that I needed to keep you safe.” 

“Livonath gave his blessing? When?” 


“Thirty years ago, when you were born.” 

That impressed her, a little. “And you waited 
this long? Wow, I hate to wait for microwave 
popcorn.” 

“Arranged matings are the dragon way. You 
are worth every second that I waited.” His golden 
eyes were glowing violently again. She knew what 
that meant. 

“Oh, no, mister. Not until I clean up.” She put 
one hand out and slapped it over his mouth as he 
started to bring his head to hers. She felt his lips 
twitch against her palm and smiled. “I am sticking 
to myself, and everything else here.” 

“Did you know that your cum tastes like maple 
syrup?” His eyes were dancing as he mumbled 
that observation against her hand. 

“Yes, I did.” She stood on wobbly legs. “Now 
you can change the sheets, so that I am no longer 
the victim of the wet spot, and I am taking a 
shower.” 

She walked and noted the long coil of chain 
under the bed. “Will it reach?” 

“It should, but I’ve never actually tested it.” 
That made her feel better for some reason. 
Jealousy? Nah. 

She couldn’t close the door with the chain there, 
but it did reach into the shower. First, she used the 
rest of the facilities, and in the time-honored 
tradition, he had left the seat up. Men. Lots of fun, 


but hard to housebreak. 

The shower felt fantastic, the hot water 
pounding on her stiff muscles. She stretched as 
best she could in the shower stall, soaping 
everything and wincing at the soreness between 
her thighs. It had been a while since her muscles 
had had a workout like that. She had to leave the 
shower door open a crack as well, damn that 
chain. 

So, Livonath had offered his granddaughter to 
Decklyn. She wondered absently what he must 
have paid for the privilege of getting her pregnant. 
Dragon compatible females didn’t come cheap. 
Especially ones who had the bloodlines to start 
with. 

She used his shampoo, noting that he had 
conditioner as well, a rarity in a guy. Her hair 
hung to well below her shoulders, and she 
normally kept it bound in a braid. The damned 
stuff was so thin that the slightest wind would 
wrap it around and throw it into the air. She 
hoped that he had a brush. 

As she rinsed off her hair, she moved to the 
edge of the shower, blinking water out of her eyes 
and groping for a towel. A strong warm hand 
brought it to her, and she laughed in surprise at 
the greedy look that Decklyn was giving her wet, 
slick form. 

She wrapped the towel around her, tucking it in 


over her breasts and reached for another to dry 
her hair with. “Hands off mister. Unless you’re 
planning on doing my hair.” 

She clanked past him with her head held high. 
The rustle of the chain on the floor setting a weird 
beat as she moved. 

Anryn smiled at the freshly made bed, and the 
tray of crackers and cheese that he prepared. Or 
that she thought he prepared. A second tray of 
fruits floated in on ghostly hands and she realized 
that he had a spirit servant. 

“So, did you make the bed? Or did your flying 
buddy here do it?” She took a seat in one of the 
comfy chairs in the corner near the window, and 
began to dry her hair with brisk movements. 

“Jeeves is a great butler, but he got the food. I 
made the bed.” And he was lounging on it with an 
invitation in his eyes. She ignored him. His golden 
skin and mouthwatering erection was difficult to 
ignore, but she wanted some answers. 

“What did you give to Livonath for his 
descendant?” 

“Mining rights to a small mine in Arizona.” His 
knee was waving as he watched her struggle with 
her hair. “The brush is in that drawer.” Decklyn 
jerked his head over to the dressing table near the 
window. 

“Thanks. Did you approach him? Or did he 
approach you?” After opening two other drawers, 


she found the brush. 

“I approached him. I had known your father for 
some time, and figured that any daughter of his 
would be exceptional. Livonath was not known to 
treat his women folk well, so I thought it best that 
I step in as soon as possible.” 

“Here is the other question, why did you wait 
thirty years to come get me? And why the 
elaborate charade?” She struggled with the brush, 
it was a little too large for her hand. 

“This modern world is a little more 
complicated. I wanted to make sure that I was 
ready to support a family in the appropriate, 
modern manner.” 

She was wrestling the brush through the 
tangled tresses and at his sentence, she froze. 
Laughter bubbled out of her in waves. She put the 
brush down, and hooted with mirth. That was too 
funny. 

In an era where a growing percentage of 
children did not even know their fathers, he was 
worried about spending time and money on 
children who did not even exist yet. Dragons were 
obsessive parents for the most part, Livonath 
being the exception. He had spread his seed in as 
many women as he could, leaving his bastards to 
starve or survive on their own. Like her great-
grandmother, Eisha. 

As the tears of laughter faded, she looked over 


at the serious and protective dragon that was 
laying claim to all of her offspring. He would 
probably make a great father, but a tyrant of a 
husband. 

Whoa. Where the hell did that come from? She 
peered over at him through squinted eyes. He was 
wearing that same innocent look as he had when 
he had pumped enough magic through her to 
light up a small city. He was using his damned 
talents on her again. Either that, or they had 
started bonding. She shuddered slightly, that 
would be bad. 

“Stop that.” Anryn was scowling now. Her 
earlier laughter forgotten. “Stop using glamour on 
me. It’s tacky.” 

“Glamour? What glamour?” The innocence was 
in full bloom now. He could have posed for the 
Renaissance painting of an angel. 

She scowled harder. “The one that is telling me 
what a wonderful father you would make.” 

“But it’s true. And you missed part of it.” 

“I don’t doubt it, and what part exactly?” Now 
it was her turn to be all innocence. She glanced 
into the dressing table mirror and winced. She 
looked like a wind-blown whore. Her eyes were 
wide, lips bruised and her hair was still half-
tangled. The towel only covered the lower half of 
her breasts, the upper cleavage was a little 
inviting. 


“The part about me being a good husband. I 
will be, you know.” He stood and began to 
approach her. Lifting her from her chair, he held 
her and sat back down with her in his lap. “Give 
me the brush.” 

Mutely, she did so. He continued his 
explanation. “I have been working these thirty 
years to establish myself in the human community 
as a venture capitalist. It has been my every effort 
to create a human persona with a steady income 
and a sterling reputation in the business 
community.” 

“First, I had to get birth records, then set up an 
imaginary family that would be able to inherit my 
fortune as I aged. The transfer from my original 
persona to Decklyn Ringler occurred five years 
ago. Then all I had to do was wait for you.” 

She was astonished. There was more to being a 
magical creature leaving Realm than she had 
thought. “Me? Why did you wait?” 

“You seemed to be having so much fun with 
your friends and family that I didn’t want to 
intrude.” His hands kept brushing in long slow 
strokes, he had made short work of the tangles 
and was now only dragging the brush through to 
sooth her. Like an upset cat. 

“You do know that whatever we do end up as, I 
am not leaving my family, or friends.” 

At this he scowled, “Dragons are solitary by 


nature.” 

She crossed her arms over her chest, “Tough. 
I’m not.” Something moved out of the corner of 
her eye. She turned her head just in time to catch a 
glimpse of something in the mirror. 

“Uh, Decklyn? Are you sure that you are up to 
taking on Cathal?” 

“Who?” He was a little distracted by the silk of 
her hair. Even with his shampoo, it smelled 
distinctly like her. 

“The Az demon.” 

“Yes, why?” 

“Because, it’s watching us from the mirror right 
now!” She darted out of his grasp and jumped for 
the door, only to be brought up short by the 
shackle on her leg. She had made it into the hall 
outside the master suite and fallen flat on her face. 
Twenty feet was her maximum distance it seemed. 

“Calm down Anryn. It can’t get through the 
wards.” He had moved to put himself between her 
and the mirror. 

“It did at the Lakin Estate. Blasted right 
through them!” She began to fire magic at the 
shackle in her panic, waves of prickling pain 
spread through her as she found herself unable to 
stop. The hysteric fear of being chained like bait 
filled her and she screamed as the pain flowed 
over her, taking her into darkness. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Five 

 

 

“
alnut. Walnut, wake up.” Her mother’s 
voice was calling her. It’s gentle cadence 
pouring over her in a soothing wave. 
W 

She was in her own bed, in her own home. “I 
don’t want to go to school!” She rolled over and 
buried her face in the pillows. Laughter erupted in 
the room around her. Two men and her mother. 

“Walnut, you don’t have to go to school, but 
you do have to get up. Decklyn is worried about 
you.” 

“Decklyn who?” She pouted and pulled herself 
upright, noting the white nightgown that her 
father must have insisted on. She looked into the 
dragon’s stricken face and sighed. “Come here 
Deck.” 

He sat next to her, apologies in his eyes, and 
she quickly drew his head down to kiss him. “It’s 
okay. I am assuming that the demon didn’t get 
me?” 

“No, but you were right. Cathal did break 


through the wards. It will take him a while to 
rebuild his energy, so your parents thought that 
you would be more comfortable in your own 
home.” 

She looked closely at him, he was wearing a 
buttoned shirt and trousers again, and she thought 
she could smell… “Did he hurt you?” It was 
blood. Decklyn’s blood. Tiny pin pricks had 
seeped through the shirt. 

“Nothing that I haven’t had done to me before. 
I’m far more worried about you. You almost 
drained yourself while fighting the shackle.” He 
caressed her hair, sifting the black silk through his 
fingers. 

“I panicked.” She blushed. 

He smiled, “I noticed.” 

“I wasn’t expecting the attack, and then I 
couldn’t defend myself, or get away. I freaked.” 

“It’s alright, under the circumstances I should 
never have confined you. Even if it is dragon 
tradition. At least until this matter was finished.” 

They locked eyes and reached an 
understanding. She read a question in his eyes. 
“What? What do you want to know?” 

He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Why 
do your parents call you Walnut?” 

“Because she fell out of trees and never broke.” 
Dominick’s voice was right beside them and their 
heads turned as one to look at him. “If you two are 


finished, we need to make a plan for the next 
attack by the Az.” 

“I always thought it was because my head was 
shaped funny, huh. Who knew?” Anryn shrugged 
and looked back to Decklyn. “Shall we?” 

“Indeed.” He scooped her up and took her out 
of the bedroom and through her hallways to the 
living room. 

“Why did you decide on my house?” He set 
himself down on the couch with her in his lap, the 
white nightgown flowing virginally around her. 

She couldn’t be sure if he was blushing or not, 
but he looked embarrassed. “Yours is the best 
warded house in the state. Nothing is getting in 
here.” 

Oh, right. She had put all of her weekends 
alone into wards on her property. “Ah, well. 
Everybody needs a hobby.” 

“Walnut, how many layers do you have on this 
house?” Her mother settled in next to them, her 
scent like flowers in the rain. Anryn breathed 
deeply and was instantly calm. It was amazing 
what the familiar scent of your mother could do 
for you. 

“Around forty-seven. Maybe a few more. 
Why?” She looked absently around her home. All 
was in order. The flowers in the window were 
blooming, the plants were lush. Her backyard was 
wild and untamed, the tree house visible from 


where they sat. 

“Do you see what I mean?” Dominick looked 
from his daughter to her lover. A lifetime of living 
with a driven female in his eyes. 

Decklyn started to move underneath her, and 
she felt his laughter, “Yes, I am beginning to see.” 

“Okay, enough. Lets talk strategy.” She crossed 
her arms across her chest and glared at both of the 
men, quite sure that she knew what they were 
talking about. So she was a tad obsessive, so what? 

“Fine. Let me get the tea.” Mylawith rose 
gracefully and ran around the kitchen for a few 
moments. She returned with a full tea service, 
cups and saucers on a tray. 

Mylawith loved tea, and as she served them, it 
showed in her graceful and economical 
movements. The heady scent of the wild berry 
blend filled the room, and Anryn smiled at the 
memories of childhood that it evoked. As the tart 
sweetness rolled across her tongue, she was 
suddenly five again and talking about her first day 
of school. 

 When everyone had a cup of tea in their hands, 
she sat back. “Alright. I think that after this one 
attempt at a frontal assault, Cathal is going to try a 
new strategy.” 

“Or an old one.” Anryn sipped delicately at the 
tea, then took the rest of the cup in one heated 
gulp. She had never achieved her mother’s grace 


and style. She had dropped more cups than she 
could count. 

“What do you mean?” Decklyn was just as 
serious as her parents. Everyone was now looking 
at her. 

“When he attacked Albina’s he made a deal 
with a human. I think he might try it again.” She 
gave her mother the empty tea cup, and she 
suffered Mylawith’s reproachful glance. A lady 
was supposed to sip her tea. That is what the 
books had said. 

When Mylawith married Dominick, she studied 
human etiquette and society so that she would fit 
in. The glamour that she used in public made her 
appear to be Mediterranean; she was expected to 
behave like a lady. 

She had tried to raise her daughter the same 
way, but her little Walnut would never do 
anything with delicacy and grace. It was always 
full steam ahead. 

“Deck, do you have any humans that he may 
use?” 

“Do I have any humans? No.” He did look 
puzzled. 

Anryn decided to let him in on something. 
“Your house is warded right?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then how did he find me? No one knew 
where I was except you and Dad.” A dawning 


sense of horror was crossing Decklyn’s face. 

“Your receptionist, right? You told her that you 
would be at home for a few days. And she 
connected my appearance with your 
disappearance.” She patted his shoulder to 
comfort him. “I thought I smelled demon on her, 
but I thought I was imagining things.” 

“Ariane couldn’t be the one. She is totally 
professional.” He was sputtering now. Anryn got 
stiffly to her feet and faced him. 

“If it wasn’t her, then come up with someone 
else who knows where you were. My father was 
behind his own set of wards and couldn’t have 
been the one. And my mother is a dryad, she is 
immune to demonic influence.” She began to 
stretch, her body rolling from one pose to another. 

“I’m going to go climb. I need to think.” She 
walked to the back door and went out into the 
afternoon sun. 

Decklyn was stunned. He had never thought 
that he could have brought the danger to her. As 
she crossed the backyard, she stripped off the 
nightgown and he noted that her parents were 
sitting quietly, their eyes fixed and looking within. 
Telepathy. Damn. He wondered if he and Anryn 
would develop the same ability. There were some 
signs already, he felt her panic back at his home, 
and her gentle acceptance of him when she woke. 
That had to be something. 


He followed Anryn to the yard and watched 
her climb the tree. She wasn’t a creature of the 
woods, but she was at home there. Her muscles 
stretched and grew taut as she pulled her body up 
the tree. She was fifty feet in the air when she 
reached her tree house. She dangled her legs off 
the porch and stared into the sunset. He wanted to 
leave her to her reverie, but more than that, he 
wanted to join her. 

There was no way that he was climbing that 
tree. So that left one option. Shedding his shirt, 
exposing the burn marks to the fading light, he 
shifted into his winged human form. The warrior 
shape. In this form, he could speak, fight, fly, and 
mate. 

Bending his knees, he pushed off and shoved 
down with his wings and a burst of magic. He 
circled the tree slowly, climbing ever higher, until 
he was engaged in a shaky hover near Anryn. 

She had watched his ascent with bemusement. 
This was new. Although she had seen several 
dragons in her lifetime, this was the first time she 
had seen one in flight. He was gorgeous. His skin 
was now a rich, navy blue. His eyes a starling 
contrast, yellow against the blue. His wings were 
enormous, the heavy strokes needed to keep him 
in flight blasting her with gusts of wind. 

“For winds sake, sit down!” She moved aside 
and he landed next to her. She could see the marks 


that the demon had left, and winced at the healing 
scabs on his dark skin. 

“This is quite the tree house.” 

“It has three bedrooms, I used to invite Ruana 
and Albina to camp out. When I moved from my 
parents’ place, they said I could take it with me.” 

That puzzled him. “But the tree is grown 
through it. How did you move just the house?” 

“We didn’t. This is my tree. It has seven 
hundred wards on it. My father started on them 
the day I was born. It walked here.” She leaned 
back and the leaves rustled in contentment. 

“What will it do when you come to live with 
me?” 

“If you have a safe place for it, it will walk to 
us.” 

“Us?” 

“Yeah, us.” She stroked her hand up his thigh, 
kneading at the muscles as she went. 

White pointed teeth gleamed in the dark face 
and his eyes danced with glee. “That reminds me. 
I owe you a massage.” 

Faster than she could move, he had her up in 
his arms and was walking into the tree house. He 
looked around the comfortable living room, and 
walked into the first open doorway. The bedroom. 
Score! 

“Do you have any oil around here?” 

“None that you are getting your hands on 


mister.” He had dropped her onto her belly on the 
small double bed. It was only a mattress on a 
frame on the floor, but it would do. She craned her 
head around and tried to keep him in her sights. 
No use. He found her stash. 

“Well, well. What have we here?” He lifted a 
box out of the chest at the end of the bed. 

She buried her face in the covers and tried not 
to hear Decklyn rummaging through her 
collection of sex toys. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Six 

 

 

udging by the sound of bees behind her, he had 
found her vibrator. He was humming softly to 
himself as he planned his attack. He switched the 
toy off and continued to sort through her dildos, 
clips, gels and lubes. 
J 

“Before I start with your massage, are you sure 
that this place is completely warded against 
attack? Not that it will stop me, but it might keep 
me from getting lost in the moment.” 

“I would love to lie, but I will know if anything 
even comes on the property.” 

Delight was heavy in his tone, “Oh, someone 
will definitely cum on this property, but not until I 
say so.” 

“Oh, hells.” Her head was under a pillow now. 
She was trying to pretend that he wasn’t blocking 
her exit from the room in her tree house. Despite 
her trepidation, she had a throbbing in her clit. 
Her body would love whatever he chose to do, 
and the moisture that she was producing was 


ample proof. He hadn’t even touched her yet and 
she was almost ready to cum. 

She heard the click of a bottle, and the snorting 
noise that always accompanied the lube leaving 
the container. She didn’t feel anything. 

With two strong hands moving as one, he 
started a kneading motion on her shoulders 
without any warning. She almost jumped out of 
the bed in surprise. His thumbs ran a strong line 
down her spine and she arched and purred in 
reaction. Based on the smell, it was one of her 
‘heat on contact’ oils. 

“You are a vocal thing aren’t you? Funny. I 
hadn’t realized. You were so quiet the first time, I 
hardly knew your were breathing.” He was 
enjoying this. Her body throbbed where he 
touched her and the oil kept the sensation 
repeating. 

“Mff…” Anryn squirmed under his hands, the 
feel of the oil on his hands building her arousal 
until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Then he was 
gone. 

“Hey! What the hell? Yikes!” She had begun to 
rise from the bed in protest to his absence and 
suddenly she felt something cold and thick on her 
ass. She only had one toy designed for that and 
she had bought it on a self-dare. She had used it 
once and then promptly tried to forget that she 
bought it. 


Sure enough, with delicate and deliberate 
insistence, the butt plug was slowly creeping into 
her ass. “Shh, just relax and push against it. It 
won’t hurt a bit.” 

She took a deep breath and forced herself to 
relax. The plug slid home and she whimpered in 
discomfort. Her ass clenched and relaxed against 
the toy, trying to both pull it deeper and expel it. 

Decklyn flipped her onto her back and looked 
at her discomfited face. “Aw, doesn’t it feel 
good?” 

“Not particularly. No.” 

“Then why do you have it?” 

“It was an experiment. It failed.” 

“Maybe you just didn’t do it right.” He spread 
her thighs wide and carefully inspected the 
arrangement between them. Her pubic hair was 
trimmed neatly in a triangle that left her inner and 
outer labia bare. He could clearly see the anal plug 
base where it was resting and noted the sign of 
juice that was leaking from within her channel and 
following gravity’s trail. 

A light touch from his finger and her inner lips 
fell open, exposing deep green petals around a 
pink bud. Her clit was standing at attention and as 
he watched another tiny trickle of her juices 
leaked out and trickled down to her ass. So, she 
didn’t like the plug. But it seemed her body did. 
Hmm. 


He continued her massage by oiling his hands 
and massaging her breasts. The steady motion of 
his hands had her arching and purring again. He 
moved his hands across her belly and to her 
thighs, then changed his focus. 

He picked up one of the smaller vibrators and 
played it gently along the open slit. His 
composure buckled and he reached out with two 
fingers to taste her. Sweetness. Just like maple 
syrup.” 

“Taste yourself.” 

“What?” 

He took her hand and used his to glide it down 
her body. To her flowering sex. She took over, 
dipping one, then two fingers into her channel and 
bringing them out to circle around her clit. Her 
fingers stayed hard and flat as they circled it, then 
she drew her fingers to her mouth and licked 
delicately at the slick juice that they were coated 
with. 

His cock nearly exploded. His skin flushed 
from blue to black with lust. He took a calming 
breath and started again. 

Two of his fingers slid into her, gently moving 
in and out of her, curling them upward, searching 
for the g-spot. When her hips arched and her eyes 
fluttered, he knew he was on the right track. He 
stroked against the spot with a rapid motion, his 
fingers using her lubrication to ease the strokes. 


She started to shake and make that mewling 
noise that he loved to hear, and then she squeaked 
and came. It was a shivering orgasm, not a 
bucking one. Her whole body shivered for a few 
long seconds, then relaxed. 

He started again. Leaving the plug in place in 
her pert little ass, he began to suck on her nipples. 
First the left, then the right, and as soon as both 
mounds of olive flesh were tight with arousal, he 
brought out the clamps. 

She winced as the first one clipped onto her 
nipple, then again as the second one arrived in 
place. She had them set for a comfortable pain. 
Light compression without loss of blood flow. Her 
favorite setting. However, since he had kneaded, 
chewed and sucked on them, they were a little 
more swollen than normal, which increased the 
sensations. 

He could immediately tell that she liked the 
clips. Her clit shivered again to attention and her 
pussy began to weep with excitement. “Mmm. 
Progress.” 

His head dipped and his tongue found its way 
into her navel, then trailed lower licking his way 
down her right thigh, to the knee, then making his 
way up to her vagina. She was moaning and 
sighing in a relaxed arousal that he had generated. 
She bit at her lip in her distraction and tangled her 
hands in hair. 


She simply drew her fingers through the thick 
strands of his hair as he teased her flesh with his 
tongue lapping up the juices as they flowed from 
her. Sweet, so sweet. She could feed a humming 
bird out of her pussy if she wanted to. 

He withdrew his ministrations for a moment, 
and just watched. Her hips were shifting in their 
own rhythm. Her breasts heaving and shoulders 
shaking at the pressure of the nipple clamps. She 
may not prefer the anal plug, but it did work for 
her. 

He slowly crawled up her body, kissing his way 
as he went, finding a spot below her navel that 
made her moan, and almost made her cum. Sweat 
was coating her body and she was sighing and 
moaning almost constantly now. He continued up 
to her neck, and the head of his desperate cock 
was nudging for entrance between her slick petals. 
He slid in to the hilt in one long motion as he 
reached her neck and jaw. 

She began to shake the instant he started to 
thrust, his cock pressing against the anal plug 
through her delicate skin, her body completely 
sensitized to his touch. He picked up the thrusts 
and lifted her hips to drive deeply into her to get 
his own release in her sweet womb. Her orgasmic 
shocks burst through her with every pulse of his 
cock past her g-spot. She screamed and then 
stopped, her eyes fluttering shut. 


He was amazed at her sudden silence, only to 
realize that his sex companion was asleep. 

Unable to stop, he pushed his hips into hers 
and felt his cock spurt it’s payload inside her. 
Even asleep, she grunted as he came inside her. 

She awoke to silence. Then she heard him 
breathing. The chirping of birds alerted her to the 
dawn that had started without them. Damn, I slept 
all night! 

She sat up and checked. Oh, thank gods, he had 
removed the plug and the clips. She was so going 
to trash that plug. Although, she did go off like a 
rocket with it inside her. Maybe she wouldn’t 
destroy it quite yet. 

She stretched and looked at her companion. He 
was in full human now. She shook him awake, 
and said, “We have to finish meeting with my 
parents. I have an idea.” 

He shrugged “Ok, how do we get down.” 

“Oh that’s easy. There is a lift on the other side 
of the tree. You must have missed it last night.” 
Her smile was angelic. She thought about the way 
that the light came in through the window and 
danced across his skin. 

He smiled, “Thank you. You look amazing this 
morning as well.” 

She looked at him with her mouth hanging 
open, “You heard that? Oh, crap.” She looked at him 
in dawning horror, she could distinctly hear him 


in her mind. 

“Yep. I think we are bonding.” He looked terribly 
smug, as if this had been part of his plan all along. 

“Oh, crap.” She buried her head in her hands 
and shook herself. This was so not the way she 
had thought her week would go. Developing a 
mental bond with Decklyn was not on her list. 

She showed him the lift, and let him do the 
muscle work to haul the basket up the tree. They 
wandered across the yard and she stopped and 
put the nightgown back on, for her father’s 
comfort. Decklyn took her hand and led her into 
the house, then started the coffee. 

Her parents were asleep in her bed, so she 
bounded in and jumped on the end of it. “Wake 
up. I’ve figured it out.” 

They sat up blinking sleep from their eyes. 
Even after over thirty years together, her mother 
and father still held each other as they slept. She 
only hoped that she and Deck would be as happy. 

Whoa. Where did that thought come from? 
With a final bounce on the bed, she left them to 
their waking. 

She got breakfast ready. Fruit for her mom, and 
eggs, sausage and bacon for the guys and herself. 
Mom had always despaired of her vegetarianism. 
She had given birth to an omnivore, and there 
were no two ways about it. 

As they all gathered for the meal, Anryn 


dropped her little bombshell. “We’ll need to use 
me as bait. I’ll go into Deck’s office after work and 
make sure that she calls the demon to come and 
kill me. It’s the only way to get it over with 
quickly.” She gnawed on a sausage and kept her 
eyes on the dragon. He seemed as upset with the 
solution as her parents were, but he gave in. 

“It’s stupid, risky and idiotic. But it will work. 
Az demons don’t have the longest attention span. 
They don’t have any patience. He’ll jump at the 
first chance to kill her.” 

“Will you promise me, that you will not let 
anything happen to my little girl?” Dominick was 
somber. 

Mylawith‘s green eyes were flashing. “Yes, if 
anything happens to her, only the wastes will be 
hospitable to you. Nowhere that has anything 
green and growing will accept you.” 

“I hereby swear, that I will allow no harm to 
come to Anryn Warder. Your daughter and my 
mate.” He bit his finger and bled on the table. A 
burst of magic and the blood exploded. “That will 
be my fate should I fail to protect her.” 

“Wow, folks. That is kind of serious isn’t it? I 
mean, he didn‘t need to make a blood oath for it.” 

“This is a serious matter.” Her father merely 
looked at Decklyn in satisfaction. 

She shuddered and hoped for Decklyn‘s sake 
that she came out of this in one piece. “Fine, now 


for phase one: Calling Ariane and telling her you 
will come to work late, then when you get in, you 
will be expecting a guest to pick you up at seven.” 

“What’s phase two?” 

“I find a slutty outfit that will tick her off, and 
make her summon the demon while I am there.” 

“Oh, I’ll help with that.” Dominick rolled his 
eyes at his wife’s outburst, but she was good at 
fashion, even the slutty kind. 

Six hours later Decklyn had gone to work, 
scowling the whole way. Five hours after that, she 
was ready to enact phase three. Set off the 
secretary. Easy. She took a deep breath as the door 
to the elevator opened and she saw her nemesis at 
her post. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Seven 

 

 

“
hat’s the matter Ariane? Didn’t expect to 
see me again?” She sauntered forward, 
hips swinging, breasts barely bound by a delicate 
wisp of a bra that only supported her by a 
stretching of the term support. She had left her 
hair loose, the better to confound her enemy. The 
black silk hung heavily down her back and almost 
reached her butt. She knew she looked good. 
W 

Ariane looked appalled. 

She plastered her best sex-kitten grin on her 
face and parked her breasts on the top of Ariane’s 
computer. “Please let Decks know that I’m here, 
okay?” 

“Decks?” 

“Oh, sorry.” She let out a cutesy giggle. “I mean 
Decklyn Ringler. Could you let him know that 
Anryn Warder is here?” 

Ariane looked like she wanted to punch 
someone. Namely Anryn. “Just have a seat. 
Please.” 


She smiled brightly at the receptionist and took 
a seat, crossing her legs and exposing her thighs to 
all and sundry. Her skirt rode up and she opened 
her purse to touch up her makeup. 

“Mr. Ringler, there is a person here to see you.” 
Her voice could have frozen steel. The scent of 
demon was rising hard. The faster that she got 
irritated, the faster she would summon Cathal. 

“He’ll be with you in a moment. Please excuse 
me.” 

“She’s left me alone, you had better get out here.” 

“On my way. Try and keep a low profile.” 

 She looked aimlessly around the room, and 
only then noticed that the damned doors to the 
elevator were mirrored. “Oh, crap.” 

She backed against the solid wall in the center 
of the hub and watched the flame and smoke eyes 
of the demon come through the mirror, attached to 
a very large and scary body. Twelve feet of fang 
and scale of a blood red hue were approaching her 
with a deadly leer in his eyes. 

“Cathal, I presume?” 

His claws were flexing in a preliminary practice 
of rending her flesh. “You cost me my reputation, 
bitch.” 

“Nope. You screwed up Cathal. Everybody 
knows that you can’t hold a djinn in a glass 
vessel.” She rolled her eyes in exacerbation. “How 
dumb can you be?” 


“Die bitch!” Saliva flew from his mouth and he 
charged. 

She cowered against the wall and pulled her 
magic into a column of protection. It wouldn’t last 
long, but it might buy her some time. She had no 
time to pull up a full ward. 

She ducked under his claws and rolled out from 
under his reach. She flipped off her shoes and 
ducked his second charge as well. His third scored 
her skin and she shrieked as he cut through the 
upper portion of her thigh. It continued to burn 
after he had been pulled from her cringing body 
by a roaring dragon. 

“Holy winds!” It was a breath of amazement. In 
the room before her was a fully formed dragon. 
Navy blue scales were glowing in the lights 
thrown by the office fixtures. He was crouched 
tightly with his wings folded against his back and 
was munching the demon in his jaws. 

Cathal was screaming. But soon his screams 
died as his limbs and body parted company. 
Anryn watched in horrified amazement. It took a 
while for him to consume the demon, apparently 
they were really chewy. 

 The dragon finished eating the traces of Cathal 
and looked over at his mate. 

“Decklyn? Wow. You look great.” The 
enormous head nuzzled her, leaving demon blood 
on her blouse and skirt. “Eww.” His tongue 


flicked out and trailed over the claw marks that 
the demon had left behind. They began to close 
immediately. 

“Thanks. How are you going to get out of here? 
I don’t think you’ll fit in the elevator.” 

“Don’t worry, I have a special exit for just such an 
occasion.” He shook his head in amusement. It 
almost bowled her over. 

“Care for a ride?” He dropped his head and 
licked his muzzle in anticipation. He knew 
something that she didn’t. “Hop on.” 

Shrugging in resignation, she hopped up onto 
his foreleg, then had to hike her skirt up to her 
hips to put one thigh on either side of his neck. 
The ridge of his neck rubbed her between her 
thighs and she felt her panties growing damp as 
he began to walk to one of the transparent walls. 

“Oh, you are so evil. You knew about this.” He 
refused to comment and let out a snort as he 
tripped a switch with one claw, and the wall 
swung open, letting in the evening air. His steady 
motion through the hallways was beginning to 
have the effect that he had anticipated. 

“Hang on Anryn, don’t let go!” With that he 
launched himself out of the window and opened 
his wings to glide across the cityscape. She was 
too busy hanging on for dear life as the ground 
dipped and swayed as he began to pump his 
wings in powerful strokes. The heavy beats lifted 


them away from the earth and into the stars as she 
tried to keep her balance. 

Having achieved his preferred altitude, 
Decklyn began to glide forward, only beating his 
wings to keep them high above the city below. 
“Open your eyes Anryn. See what I see.” 

She opened them and peeked. It was amazing. 

The city below was spotted with lights, fireflies 
on a black sea. The landscape tumbled below them 
in a cloak of darkness and the stars glittered and 
gleamed, lighting their way home. She was seeing 
the night through his eyes, and it was beautiful. 

The air smelled of forests and honey, a fresh 
scent. Under it all, she could smell herself as he 
breathed her in. She let him see himself as she did 
for a moment, and he almost fell out of flight. 

She shrieked and clutched at the neck ridge as 
he dropped while trying to look at her. “Watch 
where you’re flying!” 

“How can I, when I know that you find me 
beautiful.” 

“I’ll find you more beautiful if we land! I promise.” 
In her mind, she heard him laugh and he wheeled 
into a turn, then began the trip home in earnest. 

She eventually relaxed enough to unclench her 
thighs and the pleasurable sensations began all 
over again. The constant rubbing against her clit 
with every stroke of his wings was driving her 
nuts, and her breath came harder with every wing 


beat. Sparks began to fly behind her eyes and she 
came, shuddering and moaning with the burst of 
sensation. 

As she fought to regain her breath, she could 
have sworn that she heard him chuckle. “There is 
nothing more unattractive than a smug dragon you 
know.” 

“Me? Smug? That was a cough.” 

“Liar.” 

His eyes narrowed in laughter and she clutched 
him again as he began to descend. A slow spiral 
started and she could make out his house and 
yard in the dimness of the night. “Your house, 
huh?” 

“The danger is over, and I have Jeeves to wait on you 
hand and foot.” 

“Hmm, you have a point. Let’s go home.” 

“Your wish is my command.” His wings beat hard 
as he lowered his legs to land, keeping his neck up 
as he touched down. 

Now that the wind wasn’t rushing past her ears 
she could speak out loud again. “Hey, that is 
Imaran’s line.” 

“If he ever offers to grant your wishes, I’ll eat him.” 
He was serious. His head swiveled around to look 
at her in a solemn manner. 

“Do you eat all your enemies? Or do you save 
that for special occasions.” 

“I used to hunt werewolves. They were good. Taste 
like chicken.” 


She looked at him in horror. One of her cousins 
was a werewolf. Sure she couldn’t change shape, 
but where would Decklyn draw the line. 

“Relax Anryn. I don’t eat family or friends. I have 
standards.” 

She skipped talking out loud; it was too tiring 
trying to meet his eyes as she spoke to him. Her 
neck wasn’t up to it. She leaned her head against 
his scales. “Well, that’s comforting. You had me 
worried.” 

She thought of something that had slipped her 
mind. “What happened to Ariane? She didn’t appear 
after she summoned Cathal.” 

“She’s keeping him company.” 

Anryn felt ill, “You mean you ate her?” 

“When she came in to distract me, she spilled her 
little plot. She hated you and was making plans for the 
next demon. She was going to conjure a Druj next. I 
couldn’t let her live.” 

“Will you get in to trouble?” 

“No, of course not. The dragon council will do a 
memory wipe as soon as I contact them. Ariane will 
become a traffic accident, with no body.” 

“Have they had to do this type of thing for you 
before?” 

“Only since the ‘information age’. What a pain in 
the ass.” 

“So when are you going to change back to bipedal 
form so I can jump you?” 

“In the morning. It takes a while to digest a demon. 


They are kind of chewy.” 

“Ew.” 

“Go in to bed. I’ll be out here all night.” His 
muzzle nudged at her gently, shoving her toward 
the house. 

“No. I am staying out here with you. Curl up, and 
I’ll snuggle in. You are warm enough to keep me snug 
for days.” 

“Alright.” He shifted and wrapped his tail 
around and tucked his head on his rear leg. 
“C’mon in, Sweetness.” 

She climbed in over his limbs and snuggled 
down as he draped one wing across her to keep 
her warm. His heartbeat was so soothing that she 
was sleeping only a few minutes later. His muzzle 
touched her gently, and his tongue flicked out to 
taste her skin. 

It would be worth a thousand battles to have 
her curled against him in this trusting manner 
again. Even knowing that he had eaten his 
receptionist, she still stayed the night with him. 
Whether or not she knew it, she was his forever, 
and he had just the way to keep tabs on her. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eight 

 

 

he next day dawned bright and clear. Decklyn 
woke before Anryn and slowly changed his 
shape to human. She blinked the sleep away as 
she found herself lying in the back yard and on 
top of his naked, human form. Her clothing was 
gone. Weird. She looked over and saw them in a 
pile of fabric and demon blood, next to her high 
heeled shoes. She sighed as she came to grips with 
the fact that the clothes were ruined. The next time 
that Decklyn ate someone, she wasn’t getting near 
him until he cleaned up. 
T 

She moved slowly, sliding her knees to either 
side of his hips, cradling his erection against her 
pussy. She rocked her hips against him, a lazy 
shifting that soon had his body surging for 
penetration. Because of her angle, he couldn’t 
make the thrust into her channel and was being 
tortured by the slow writhing of her body against 
him. 

His mouth tightened and he flipped their 


positions, her thighs spread wide, and the head of 
his cock pushing against her. He reached to trace 
her moist slit with one finger as his mouth moved 
to suckle her breast with savage ferocity. 

He slid one finger into her, then two. She 
shuddered and shivered against him, all traces of 
sleep erased. 

“Oh, winds! Just fuck me already Deck!” 

He froze. That was not something that he had 
had on his list of possible happenings. “What 
exactly do you want?” His tone was sly. 

She grabbed his chestnut hair and hauled him 
up to meet her eyes and told him graphically and 
concisely. “I want you to take your hard, 
throbbing cock and put it in my empty, aching 
cunt and fuck me senseless.” 

“I want you to pound into me as hard as you 
can and give me all that I can take. And when you 
cum inside me, I want you to start all over again.” 
She smiled and took his mouth in a voracious kiss 
that almost made him cream right there. When she 
relaxed her grip and let him go she smiled with 
her lips swollen and moist. “Tag, you’re it.” 

Shaking with lust, he pushed into her. Her head 
fell back as his lips found her neck and he bit 
down as his hips began to thrust his cock deeper 
and deeper into her with every stroke. She 
moaned as he pumped into her, sighing with 
every deep stroke and groaning as he pulled out. 


The pain from his teeth was rapidly turning into 
pleasure as the venom triggered a euphoric rush 
that raised her pleasure threshold until she 
thought she would fly apart before she came. 

His thumb grazed across her clit with relentless 
pressure and she mewled and caught her breath as 
the coil tightened even more. “Deck, please.” 

His cock seemed to swell inside her, filling her 
as never before. He was huge, and the pressure 
made her feel fuller then ever before. With one 
more savage thrust, she came. The sparks flew 
behind her eyes and she squealed in her release. 

The next thing she felt was a warm washcloth 
being stroked over her well-used flesh. She was in 
Decklyn’s bed, but this time there was no shackle 
on her leg. Smart dragon. 

Her thighs were being held apart by his knees 
as he cleaned the last traces of his seed from her 
skin. “Did I faint?” 

His smile said it all. “Yep. Shrieked like a 
banshee too.” 

“Didn’t I say that no one likes a smug dragon?” 

“Yeah, but you still love one.” 

She froze. Her eyes searched his face, looking 
for any traces of mockery. “Yes, I do.” 

“You admit it. Good. I have something for 
you.” He reached over her to the drawer beside 
the bed. 

“If it’s a condom, you’re a little late.” 


He drew back a jewelry box and gave it to her, 
while on his knees between her thighs. 

“This is for the mate that I choose for life. I had 
it made over a century ago, and never found a 
woman that I wanted to give it to.” He watched 
her hold the box carefully. “Until now. Open it.” 

She slowly opened the box, and inside was a 
necklace made of navy blue opal. Or, that is what 
it looked like at first glance. It was a choker made 
of dragon scales set in platinum. 

“Is this?” 

“Yes.” 

“But these scales are tiny. Your scales are much 
larger.” Her hands shook as she drew the choker 
out of the satin nest. She flicked her hair aside and 
fought to join the clasp. 

“Let me.” He moved to kneel behind her and 
fixed the choker into place. “Those are my scales. 
They are from my member. They don’t grow 
back.” 

“Your member…?” She looked down at his 
penis, and there, where she had never thought to 
look were tiny scars. “You would have had to 
have done it while in full form.” 

“Yes.” 

“It must have hurt like hell.” 

“Well, it is a necklace to mark my life mate. 
From the moment that I put it on her, my lifespan 
will be linked to hers. And hers to mine.” Their 


was a tiny snick and magic flowered around her. 

A blossoming feeling of rightness ran through 
her. He was the one. The only one from now until 
she stopped drawing breath. 

“Did I? Did you? Did we just…?” She was 
giddy with the magic, just like the first time. 

He held her hands in his and caressed her 
palms with his thumbs. “Yes. We just did.” 

Her head fell forward, and their foreheads met. 
For long moments they simply sat still, letting the 
magic flow between them. “This has been one 
helluva week.” 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nine 

 

 

The day of Albina’s wedding 

 

“
ecklyn, you’re going to have to come with 
me, or let me out. Albina’s wedding is in 
two hours and I am going to be there. With or 
without you.” Anryn stood and tapped her bare 
foot against the carpet. Decklyn was lounging in 
bed, glaring at her. 
D 

“You’re pregnant, and not going anywhere 
without me.” 

“Then you’d better get dressed and get your ass 
moving, buddy. I am going to that wedding.” She 
marched into the shower, scowling at the 
reflection of the blue tracery around her neck, just 
below the choker. The venom in his bite had 
found an eager recipient in her body, and she had 
begun to ‘show’ a week earlier. “I’m the freakin’ 
maid of honor!” 

He tried to enter the bathroom after her, and 
she glared at him in irritation, locking the door 


behind her. Dragons were notoriously possessive 
of their females when they were breeding. 
Decklyn was no exception. He wouldn’t let her go 
to work, had begun corresponding his 
investments with his new executive assistant (a 
happily married harpy), and generally was taking 
over everything she did. 

Her only comfort had been her mother, who 
was able to slip past the wards surrounding his 
estate. Mylawith had brought her junk food, 
trashy magazines and some of her clothes. 
Decklyn had found the clothes, the magazines and 
smelled the cheeseburger. 

He then launched into a lengthy lecture on the 
evils of fat and constrictive clothing. As a result, 
Anryn had been running around naked for the last 
week. Now, enough was enough. 

She made some calls. Delayed the wards at 
Morcalla’s, talked to an extremely amused Albina, 
and made the final arrangements for the wedding 
in Realm. She faced the mirror and rapidly 
charged it for the transfer. 

She heard the door to the bathroom splinter just 
as she crossed the threshold and as she looked 
back through the gateway, she saw him coming 
after her in fury. 

She popped out of the mirror station in Realm 
and began to walk to the wedding tent. 
Astonished passersby froze in their tracks as the 


naked dryad with obvious signs of a dragon’s 
child wandered across the green fields. 

Wedding guests that had arrived early and 
were from the groom’s side, leered at her as she 
wandered in search of her family. The Warders 
and guests waved her to the Bride’s tent. 

“Anryn, for the love of the summer winds, get 
over here!” Mylawith was as surprised as her 
husband to see their daughter approaching them 
wearing nothing. She tucked her wrap around her 
daughter and herded her to the bride’s tent, 
questioning her in hushed tones the whole way. 

“Where the hell is Decklyn?” 

“He was giving me a hard time about 
appearing in public, so I came without him.” 

“You broke his wards?” 

“No. I just bent them out of shape to get my 
way.” 

“Ah, child. Where is he?” She shook her head at 
her daughter, then laughed. This was Anryn to a 
tea. Every time she didn’t get her way, she just 
plowed on through. You had to give in eventually. 

“I think he got stuck in the transition. He’ll 
probably arrive after the ceremony.” 

“Or he could be right behind you, Sweetness.” 
Anryn’s back stiffened at Decklyn’s voice. She 
carefully kept from meeting his furious gaze and 
stayed with her mother. 

“How do you do that? How is it that where 


ever I go, you are one step behind me?” She 
walked forward and kept her eyes on Albina’s 
tent. 

The other bridesmaids were inside and 
desperately trying to get all of the layers on the 
bride, without wrinkling the fabric. The fussy 
goblin supervising the process wasn’t helping. 

“Morcalla! Give it a rest, would you? Albina is 
nuts enough as it is.” All eyes turned to Anryn, 
and kept going to Decklyn who had entered the 
tent behind her. 

“Good gods, Anryn. You’re not dressed yet.” 
Morcalla was mortified and ran to the wardrobe 
on one side, gathering up armloads of fabric and 
approaching Anryn with the dresses. The nudity 
that she was currently sporting didn’t faze her at 
all. 

“Decklyn, I promise that you can punish me as 
much as you want, as soon as the reception is 
over. But, now, this is Albina’s day, and I won’t do 
anything to ruin it.” She pressed herself to him, 
drawing his head down and mingling her breath 
with his. Slowly, and thoroughly he kissed her in 
response, letting her feel his teeth and pulling her 
hips into his with both hands. 

There was no doubt that she would be 
‘punished’ as soon as she let him get her alone. 
She could hardly wait. 

“Uh, Anryn? I don’t mean to wreck the moment 


for you, but your guy is naked, and I am getting 
married in an hour.” Albina was serene, but a tiny 
frown puckered her brow. She was a blindingly 
beautiful bride. The layers of fabric were each 
gossamer, embroidered with delicate silk stitches. 
There would be twenty in all, to commemorate the 
number of species that the Warder women had 
mated with. It was a traditional djinn design, but 
with a Warder twist. 

Her hair was wound with precious stones, and 
gold jewelry hung on every available piece of her. 
The necklaces alone must have weighed over ten 
pounds. 

“Oh, I am sorry. Albina Ophelia Warder Lakin, 
this is Decklyn Ringler. Dragon and pain in the 
ass.” 

“Pleased to meet you.” She reached out to 
shake his hand. Decklyn took one hand off his 
mate and took the ringed fingers in his own. The 
heavy scent of djinn magic was all over her, and 
he could make out the djinn marks behind the 
gossamer fabric on her breast. 

“Congratulations on your wedding.” 

“Thank you. Now can you please get out of 
here before my fiancé gets wind of the fact that 
there is a naked dragon in the bride’s tent?” 

For the first time since she had met him, 
Decklyn blushed. “You’re correct, I am sorry. Is 
there somewhere that I could get clothing? I seem 


to have forgotten to dress before charging after 
Anryn.” 

“You might want to try the other dragons.” 

“They won’t help me. I am not exactly popular 
with the council.” They had not been impressed 
with the Ariane situation. Not to mention the large 
bloodstain in the foyer. 

“I’ll handle it.” Anryn walked to the flap of the 
tent, “Dad!” 

“Yes?” Dominick appeared. His normally 
unflappable demeanor was a little ragged around 
the edges. It used to be his wife that he had to 
keep chasing and putting clothing on. Now his 
daughter was in on the action. 

“Could you go to the groom’s tent and get 
Imaran to whip up some clothes for Decklyn? We 
can’t have him intimidating the djinn, now can 
we?” She carefully kept the flap over her body, not 
needing to traumatize her father any more than 
was necessary. 

“Sure. C’mon Decklyn.” He grabbed the other 
male’s arm and began to lead him away. “While 
we’re out here, I think I’ll explain the details of 
living with a Warder woman.” 

“What do you know, you married a dryad?” He 
was sullen. It was humiliating to be led about by a 
warlock when his chosen mate openly defied him. 

“Ah, but my sisters are Warders. It takes a 
certain amount of stamina to deal with them.” 


They were almost out of earshot now. “You see, 
they think that they’re always right…” 

Shaking her head, she turned to the group of 
giggling women, goblins and elves. First, she was 
bound to him, now he was following her nude 
around Realm. This was really more excitement 
than she had planned on when she agreed to be 
Albina’s maid of honor. 

She spread her arms in surrender. “Ok, 
Morcalla. Attack.” 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Ten 

 

 

he bride was radiant, the groom was smug, 
and the rest of the wedding went off without a 
hitch. Their powers and lives were bound in front 
of witnesses. The groom’s family was elated, and 
the bride’s family was looking forward to the 
party. 
T 

The instant that the photo’s were finished, 
developed, and distributed, the reception began. 

The band was a lively group of goblins and 
over half of the guests flooded the floor the 
moment that the bride and groom had finished the 
first dance. Anryn winked and waved at the 
drummer as they band started to play. He had 
really known how to use those extra appendages 
of his. 

Goblin Rulz was doing an amazing job at 
getting the multiple races to dance. Even the djinn 
women were dancing in groups on the floor. The 
heady beats caused even the most subdued of 
creatures to start moving. 


Anryn was hiding from her mate and 
answering questions from her cousin Ruana about 
her sex life, and the eating habits of her dragon. 

After the first rounds of giggles between the 
girls, it settled into something old and familiar. 
Anryn’s parents and Ruana’s had always enjoyed 
the family events together. 

The parents were currently over at the buffet 
table trying to get an elf to try a deviled egg. They 
weren’t having much luck. 

Ruana suddenly turned serious. “Anryn, are 
you aware that the Dragon Council used to send 
Decklyn to purge the dragon territories of 
werewolves.” 

“He mentioned it in passing.” 

“He used to eat them. The wolfs that he killed.” 
Ruana was a little concerned. She was a half 
werewolf, and going into heat soon. Anryn could 
tell, there was a flush to her cheeks and a heat to 
her gaze that was not normally there. 

“Ah. Well he is a dragon.” 

“He won’t eat me or dad will he? Or any of the 
wolves in my area?” 

“Not if he wants to live to see the next 
millennium.” She pondered for a moment. “Or 
ever get laid again.” 

“Thanks, you put my mind at ease.” She sipped 
from the soda she had gotten from the bar. “I am 
just a little more emotional than usual right now.” 


“I know Fuzzy. You are going into heat again.” 

“Yeah, but this time I have to break cover and 
find a mate. Even for a night. I just can’t keep 
pretending everything is normal when it isn’t.” 
There were tears in her eyes. This was by far the 
scariest thing she had ever had to do. Even eating 
Anryn’s cooking wasn’t this scary. 

“Yeah, I know. And sometimes, you just want 
to get laid.” They giggled and then the wolf’s 
expression sobered. 

Ruana’s face let her know who was behind her. 
“That would be my clue. But Ruana, call me if 
things get ugly, okay?” 

Before she could hear her cousin’s response, 
Decklyn cut in. 

“May I have this dance, my dear?” He looked 
good, better than good. The djinn fashions were 
very complementary on him. The loose trousers 
tucked into boots, held in place by a jeweled belt, 
and the open vest in a matching color opened in 
the front and hung to his knees. 

“Wow, you look great.” She took his hand and 
let him lead her to the dance floor. The dancers 
parted for them and as he took her into his arms, 
she sighed with satisfaction. He was a great 
dancer. 

“As do you. Imaran assisted me. He is quite the 
gentleman, but I do object to the way his relatives 
were looking at you. The lust in the eyes of the 


djinn almost drove me mad.” 

“Well, then maybe you shouldn’t have hidden 
my clothing.” Now, it was her turn to be smug. 

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t leave the house 
naked.” 

Her mouth opened to retort and his mouth 
swooped down to silence her. They continued to 
kiss and dance until the music changed. Then they 
slowly pulled their heads apart and left the dance 
floor in silence. She had never been good at 
silence. 

“There will be family responsibilities that I have 
to take on. There is no way that I am going to stop 
doing it. It’s part of what I am. And I want to 
work. I’ll be all yours on the weekends and sleep 
with you every night, but I like my work. And not 
just the warding, the massage therapy is good 
practice for me. Are you willing to take this on?” 

“The Dragon Council representatives cornered 
me. Since I have repented my wild ways by 
mating a Warder, my status had just been 
elevated. I may now attend the council meetings 
and have a right to be a representative if I should 
choose to put my name in the running.” 

He continued his offer. “I still don’t want you 
out of my sight, but I have a compromise. Open 
Relaxed Realms in my building. I have an extra set 
of offices that are not used, and you could move in 
there, rent free. Provided that you work on-site 


only.” 

“Let me think about that.” They walked in 
silence away from the wild dancers. A large 
portion was the male population of the attendees, 
trying to impress the Warders with their moves. A 
few alliances would happen tonight, some of them 
lasting for lifetimes. 

“I have thought about it.” They were now near 
the woods that surrounded the meadow. She 
grabbed the front of his vest and dragged him off 
into the woods. She asked the greenery for a 
meadow, and one appeared before them. 

“Anryn, where the hell are we going?” 

“I don’t know about you my friend, but I am 
going down.” She dropped to her knees in front of 
him and tugged his trousers loose from the 
jeweled belt. His phallus drew free of the fabric 
easily. She began to caress him with her fingertips. 
Smiling as he responded, and his head fell back to 
expose his throat to the sky when her lips 
embraced the tip of his cock. 

She sucked and flicked at the head of his cock, 
rubbing her tongue on the delicate underside, 
listening to the hiss of pleasure that her actions 
gave him. She cupped his balls in both hands and 
worked them with gentle and steady persistence. 

Her mouth took him deeper, sucking and 
swirling her tongue around him as she dragged 
him to the back of her mouth, over and over again. 


Finally she felt the tightening that she had worked 
to bring forth, and she pulled her mouth away. 

He looked down at her startled. Then 
understanding dawned as her skirts were raised 
above her waist and she climbed him. His hands 
came down to hold her buttocks in place as her 
hand reached between her thighs to open her to 
him completely. She slid down onto his cock and, 
with him supporting all of her weight, began to 
ride him. 

She loved the feel of him deep inside her and 
rode him faster and harder until she screamed his 
name and came apart in his arms. Her body was 
damp with perspiration, and so was his. Her 
delicate skirts clung to his damp body as he let her 
slide to the ground and waited for her to get her 
balance. 

She smiled brightly at him. “I think it’s a perfect 
idea. I’ll tell Bethany on Monday.” 

He was dazed, “So this is what happens when 
you get your way?” 

“Yep.” 

“You may be right more often than I thought.” 
They returned to the big party, his arms around 
his mate, and his mind at peace for the first time in 
centuries. Warders weren’t as hard to deal with as 
everyone said. If he had known as much, he 
would have been on her as soon as the Dragon 
Council had given him her name as his perfect 


match. He could have had her under him for ten 
years already if he hadn’t been so stubborn. 

But since fate had insisted, he would accept his 
mate with grace, patience and enthusiasm. And be 
ready the next time she ran. He would follow her 
to the ends of the earth if necessary and through 
Realm every time duty called. That is what the 
scaled choker did. It tied them together so that he 
could track her anywhere. 

He just hoped next time she would grab a shirt 
before she jumped through the portal. 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR 

 

iola is a proud Winnipeger living in Manitoba, 
Canada. A compulsive crafter and sucker for a 
‘happily ever after’, she spends her time avoiding 
anything related to housework. Her hobbies have 
included needlework, metalwork, henna tattoos 
and costume design. Oh yeah, and writing. She 
loves to write. A rabid sci-fi buff and nerd to the 
core. www.violagrace.com 
V