Dragon Dreams and Fairy Wings, page 6
“Come on, Griff. Come to the window. Let me see you.” Blaze whispered the words, clenching his hands into fists as he forced himself to stay behind the hedges. The driving need to see Griff was making him twitch.
Blaze considered the possibility that he’d lost his damned mind.
“Griff, what did you do to me?” Okay, not fair to put all the blame on the fairy. Blaze had been a very, very active participant.
And Griff had been the most skilled, exquisite lover in Blaze’s life.
Not that he had a huge backlist of lovers.
Blaze leaned forward and got smacked in the face with what he thought was a random branch. He cursed and tumbled onto his butt.
A buzz sounded in his ears.
Blaze blinked. No. A buzz sounded in one ear. By one ear, to be precise. He turned his head and got head-butted between the eyes by an angry dragonfly.
“Stop,” he hissed when the thing came after him again. Blaze ended up flat on his back, digging his fingers into the dirt lest he do something dumb like swat at the dragonfly. He was almost one-hundred-percent positive that it was the same one Griff had flown in on. Either that, or it was just a vicious, psychotic dragonfly that was attacking him. There were probably breeds of them like that.
“I’m sorry,” Blaze bit out, turning his head to avoid another thump. It wasn’t particularly painful. In fact, the slight tap didn’t hurt at all. But it was frustrating, and his eyes crossed every time the dragonfly dive-bombed him, because Blaze tried to watch the critter.
“I said I’m sorry!” Blaze exclaimed a little louder than he’d meant to speak. “Stop it! I’m sorry! If you think I’m that much of an ass, you’d be stupid to keep attacking me, don’t you think?”
The dragonfly shot backward, and Blaze could have been wrong, but he thought the rapid buzzing sound was probably the insect’s way of cussing him out.
Blaze looked up at the moon. “Any time now,” he muttered to it. “Just put me out of my misery. I’m being held prisoner by a dragonfly. This is what my life’s become.”
The mini-whine got him another round of buzzing and dodging. Blaze really needed to stop getting himself into these kinds of messes.
He got to his knees, then to his feet. Why was he cowering? He was a lot bigger than the dragonfly. And he could run.
Blaze got precisely one step in before the dragonfly zipped in front of him and hovered at eye level with him. “What do you want from me?”
The thing buzzed and buzzed, and seemed to be doing some kind of insane insect dance.
“I—” Blaze snapped his mouth shut when the dragonfly dove at him. He scampered backward. Gods, he was being herded by an insect the size of his pinky finger!
When the dragonfly flew past him, Blaze turned his head to follow its flight—and gasped, his heart doing an odd thump-flop-thump.
Griff seemed equally shocked to see him. “Blaze? You’re here?”
Was it possible the dragonfly had been trying to help him all along?
Blaze didn’t care. “Yeah,” he croaked, taking in the vision Griff made, with his long white hair loose and flowing to his waist. He looked ethereal, though Blaze knew him to be strong. “How—?”
Griff’s pale skin glowed in the scant moonlight. His eyes sparkled as if glitter had been spilled into the irises. He approached Blaze slowly, as if he were afraid to spook him off, perhaps.
“I can’t believe you’re really here. I thought…” Griff shook his head.
Blaze didn’t know what to say. Every word he might have spoken turned to ash when Griff stopped an inch from him.
“I want to kiss you,” Griff said.
The answer must have shown on Blaze’s face. An instant later, he closed his arms around Griff and moaned as he tasted the sweet man’s lips.
Chapter Thirteen
There was no use pretending Gia hadn’t been right. Griff knew it the moment he’d felt compelled to come outside. He just hadn’t expected Blaze to be so close.
And to see him, his vibrant hair and freckles muted by the dim moonlight, but his face still as pale as the moon itself—Griff’s breath had been stolen by the man’s very presence.
Then his heart was stolen as well by the way Blaze just melted for him, the sweet taste of his lips and the press of that big, warm body to his. Blaze met him like an eager puppy, warm and wiggly, wanting to be touched and loved on.
Griff never stood a chance.
The moment Blaze’s arms went around him, Griff moaned and latched on to his mate. Blaze canted his head, and their mouths sealed together even better.
Griff had never experienced such intense arousal. It was both freeing and frightening.
Blaze slid his big hands down to Griff’s backside and squeezed. The frightening part of it vanished. Pure heat wrapped with lust took its place, and Griff climbed Blaze like a mountain, getting his legs wrapped around the man’s slim waist so he could rub to their hearts’ content.
Although it wasn’t their hearts that were getting rubbed.
And there wasn’t enough friction to satisfy either one of them, but it felt so good to just rut and rut, until Griff just had to have more.
Blaze kept dipping his hands down, cupping, kneading, pushing his fingers into Griff’s crease.
Griff wanted his clothes off. He wanted Blaze’s clothes off. He wanted more sex and less sexual frustration.
He lowered his legs down, then kept going, leaving those succulent lips for more southern territory.
“Griff,” Blaze rasped, “I—”
Griff didn’t like the expression on Blaze’s face, like he was close to regretting this already. Griff plucked at Blaze’s nipples through his thin shirt and that took care of Blaze trying to speak.
At least until Griff bit one of those taut little nipples.
“Griff!” Blaze trembled like he was breaking from the inside out.
Griff chuckled, so pleased with the way Blaze reacted to him.
Then Blaze tweaked one of Griff’s nipples, and he barely kept from coming. That red-hot reaction worked both ways.
Griff shed his clothing, shrugging out of the half-tunic easily. “Now you,” he said, eager to see and touch all of Blaze’s bare skin.
Blaze went for his waistband, and Griff went after his shirt. They had Blaze nude almost as fast as Griff had stripped.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” Griff whispered, watching a bead of sweat roll slowly down Blaze’s chest.
“No, you are,” Blaze said. He reached for and palmed Griff’s cock. “Can I suck it?”
Griff gripped Blaze’s shoulders and tugged. “Yes. No, wait.”
Blaze frowned. “Wait? I—you don’t want—?”
“Oh, but I do.”
Griff was a fairy, a creature of nature. It wasn’t strange to him at all to guide Blaze onto the thick grass a few feet away, to stretch out beside him and let the dew cool their heated skin.
Griff kissed Blaze again. The things he wanted to do to the dragon shifter…
He nibbled on Blaze’s lips, down his jaw and neck, leaving purple marks behind. He laved Blaze’s nipples and worked them to stiff peaks, pinching, biting, until the skin on both was hot and a deeper shade of coral.
Then he moved down, his own cock heavy with need, his balls drawing up. If he didn’t hurry, he’d come before he got to feel Blaze’s mouth on his shaft. Gods, but Griff did love blow jobs.
He pushed more needy sounds from Blaze when he lapped at Blaze’s belly button. Blaze’s thick cock was leaving sticky strings of pre-cum on his belly, and Griff moved to lap those up.
Then he moved around until he had his cock close to Blaze’s face. “Now you can suck it.”
“Thank the gods,” Blaze grumped. “I thought I was—oomph!”
Yes, Griff knew just how to stop the griping. He pressed the tip of his cock in deeper and shuddered. Gods, it felt so good. Blaze’s mouth was wet and hot and perfect with the suction, that tongue of his flicking all over.
“Blaze,” Griff rasped, eyes rolling. He had to get some control over himself or he was going to come in an embarrassingly short period of time.
Griff pulled Blaze’s cock right to his mouth and started licking the crown. The smoky flavor was addictive, and Griff needed more. He closed his eyes and sucked, taking Blaze’s length in while Blaze did the same for him.
Griff fondled Blaze’s balls and moaned around Blaze’s cock when Blaze palmed Griff’s nuts. Blaze soon mirrored his actions perfectly, and Griff lost himself in the pleasure his lover was sharing with him.
He sucked and touched, licked and caressed. Griff neither knew nor cared how long he and Blaze sucked each other. The blissful minutes sped by, and the arousal inside him grew more and more urgent.
That music started up in Griff’s head again, and goosebumps pebbled his skin. He thrust into Blaze’s mouth, then pulled back and did it again.
Griff worked Blaze’s shaft, using more suction and pressing up on those tight, tight balls.
Blaze thrust jerkily into his mouth, once, twice, then his cock swelled and he arched, releasing Griff’s dick and keening as cum spurted into Griff’s mouth.
Griff swallowed and swallowed. It seemed like Blaze came even more than the first time. That music didn’t cease, either, and Griff was unable to stop himself from thinking the words, mouthing them around Blaze’s cock.
Then Blaze jolted, his shaft slipping from Griff’s mouth. From one heartbeat to the next, Griff was turned over onto his back, with Blaze going after Griff’s dick like it was the last one Blaze would ever see.
Blaze sucked him hungrily, masterfully, pressing down on Griff’s thighs as he bobbed his head.
And Griff felt it, the way Blaze was moving his lips, flicking his tongue in perfect synchronicity to the song that would—and likely already had—bound them to one another.
Griff arched, a lightning bolt of ecstasy shooting through him. He gasped and panted, losing himself completely as his climax began.
The words weren’t just in his head this time. They escaped from his lips when he meant to shout and fled into the air to strengthen the invisible bond between them.
This time, Griff didn’t fight it. This time, he knew it wasn’t just him experiencing it. This time, Blaze was there with him, in his head, and that knowledge catapulted Griff into an orgasm that felt it would leave him turned inside out from the pleasure.
His fingers and toes tingled first, then a rapturous sensation spread out from Griff’s balls to his cock, then to all points in his body.
He shook and thrust, bucked and ground his teeth until he had to unclench them, had to breathe and the release began to ebb.
Eventually, he was able to open his eyes and blink blearily at the sky.
“That kinda sex is going to kill us,” Blaze said from beside him.
Griff chuckled and moved to lie beside Blaze. He turned his head and found Blaze staring right at him.
Blaze gulped, then got a determined look in his eyes. “What just happened between us?”
Then it was Griff’s turn to gulp. Gods, I’m a coward! No, he wasn’t, he wasn’t. “I, er, we…we bonded.”
Blaze sat up so fast his movement was a blur. “Bonded? As in, mates?” he asked in a strained voice.
Griff realized that Blaze might not be thrilled to be bonded to a fairy, especially not a brain-damaged, wingless one.
But he was bonded to him nonetheless. “Yes.”
Blaze gawked at him, then surprised him by collapsing into a heap of laughing—no, guffawing—man.
“What?” Griff asked him. “What’s so funny?”
It took Blaze a minute to calm down enough to answer. “Oh, man. This is going to really piss off the queen! I bet your king isn’t happy about it, either.” Then he beamed at Griff. “It’s a good thing I’ve always had issues with authority.”
Chapter Fourteen
Blaze’s continued amusement confused Griff. “I still don’t understand why you’re laughing.” Why wasn’t he mad at being bonded to a messed-up fairy? And how could he find it entertaining to anger the queen? Griff wasn’t looking forward to telling Artaxis about what had happened, and he sure didn’t think it was funny.
“Blaze?”
Blaze swiped at his eyes and chuckled for another minute or so, shaking his head. “Ah, man. I can’t help it. Sorry.” Then he surprised Griff by pulling him into a gentle hug. “Don’t look so scared, Griff. We’ll be okay.”
Had he looked scared? Griff examined his emotions. Well, probably, considering he was scared. “But why would you laugh? Why aren’t you running away from me? Why—”
Blaze cupped his chin. “Hey.”
Griff’s heart thudded heavily as he raised his eyes to Blaze’s. The tenderness he saw in those fiery depths warmed him through and through.
“Don’t panic, okay?” Blaze asked. “I know I’m not the greatest prize—a dragon who can’t control his fire. No one’s ever wanted me enough to bond with me. I’ve burned people, dragons, on accident before. But when I’m with you, I feel…” He trailed off, eyes almost closing.
Griff licked his dry lips. “You feel what?”
Blaze pulled him closer. “Mmm. Yeah, I feel like I’m not rattling apart inside. Calm, even when I’m so flustered with need. Like you center me, or act as a…a touchstone, a talisman, a— Oh crap.” He exhaled, rolling his eyes. “I don’t have the words, okay? But I feel you here.” Blaze placed Griff’s right hand over his heart. “And it’s no surprise to me when I think about that, and the fact that we bonded. Dragons hardly ever do, you know.”
Griff was reeling from the touching confession. And the touching, period. But he was surprised by that bit of information. “Really? Hardly ever? Why not?”
Blaze shrugged and urged Griff’s hand a little lower, nudging it down from his chest toward his belly. “Dunno. We just don’t. Mostly dragons fuck and fight and pair up when those two things work well together. I think, according to rumors, the last time a dragon shifter bonded was a few hundred years ago.” His eyes widened. “Ha! And if that’s right, not just talk, she bonded to a mermaid!”
“Fire and water,” Griff mused, somewhat distracted by all the muscled belly under his palm.
“Yeah, fire and water. We’re fire and, um…” Blaze clenched those wonderful abs.
“Fairies have no elemental power,” Griff explained, running his fingers over the deep groove bisecting Blaze’s stomach. “We’re just magic.” Sadness threatened to dim his enjoyment of this time spent with Blaze, and Griff buried it away for now. “Except I’m not, because I have no wings, and my memory is a mess.”
“You’re still magic,” Blaze said quietly. “More magic, even, because you’re still here.”
“Where else would I be?” Griff asked, canting his head so he could see Blaze’s expression.
Blaze gulped and shook his head. “You could have not survived, and we’d never have met.”
Sometimes Griff had thought dying would have been for the best, but he tried to avoid those dark, self-pitying moments. “Will your queen really be angry?”
Blaze snorted, smoke puffs shooting from his nostrils. “Oh yeah. She put the hurt on me earlier for—ah, anyway. Yeah, she won’t be pleased. My brother—he’s the king—he’ll be worried about pissing her off, and your king. Well, probably more about pissing off Bonny. He has to live with her.”
Griff’s stomach cramped. “Bonny’s the queen?” He thought of a smiling, sweet lady with a name like that, not the cruel shrew it was sounding like she was.
“Yeah, short for Bonfire. She’s got a hot temper, even for a dragon,” Blaze explained. “Comes from being born in the lava pits in Planzatillo.”
Planzatillo was on the other side of the world, where little survived but dragons, the Fire fairies and demons. It was rumored to be a very brutal area, though Griff knew of no one who’d ever been there…and come back. That he could remember.
“She hurt you?” His belly cramping was growing more intense. Hadn’t he hurt, badly, earlier? Or was he misremembering?
Blaze tried to pull away. Griff wrapped his arms around the gorgeous dragon. “Blaze? She did, didn’t she? Because of me?” Guilt tightened like a vise around Griff’s chest. “She hurt you.”
When Blaze still didn’t answer, Griff’s guilt merged with anger. “She hurt you, because you were with me—a fairy? Because of what I am? Because she was afraid of my king’s reaction? My king won’t be pleased, but he’d never hurt me! Not now, especially, when he learns you’re my bonded. He won’t like it, because Love fairies hardly ever…” Griff blinked. “Bond.”
“Weird,” Blaze mumbled. “Two species that don’t really bond, and here we are…bonded.”
“And your queen will hurt you again.” Griff wanted to hit her, though Love fairies shouldn’t ever be prone to such behavior. They were all about love, unless provoked. They’d defend their own, and their allies, to the death. “She hurt you, and it burned inside you.”
Blaze frowned. “How do you know that?”
Griff shivered. “I felt it,” he admitted huskily. “Like an angry burst of fire, inside me.”
“Gods be damned, that witch,” Blaze snarled, tensing up until he felt as if he were made of stone. “Hurting me is one thing. I can deal with it. But hurting you? Not acceptable. Not even retroactively. Wait. Is that the right word?” He huffed. “Fuck! I mean, she hurt you already, and no, I won’t let that pass. No one hurts you again, not you. I’ll—” He growled, hands fisting.
Griff was afraid of what Blaze would do. There was a definite promise of violence in his voice. “Blaze? You can’t be mad at her for hurting me when she didn’t know that’s what she was doing.” But Griff could sure not like her for hurting Blaze. “Does she always resort to violence?”
“Seems to be her way.”
Griff wasn’t sure about the wisdom of his next question but didn’t know how else to get through to Blaze. Heck, he didn’t even know Blaze! “And you want to be like her? To use violence before considering any other options?”
