Page 21 of Taming
His gaze holds firmly on Chaos. A warm hand settles low on my back, my skin tingling beneath the small touch.
“So, this thing’s yours?” Chaos’ quiet whisper goes very much noticed by Grim. The men haven’t officially met my sweet pet. As dragons they’ve been around one another, but now it feels different.
“He’s mine.” I try to keep my tone upbeat to tell the little monster that there is nothing wrong.
He was a gift from my ex. The only good thing about that man was this beautiful beast.
“Grim, come here, boy.” I lower myself as Grim rises to his full and frightening height. He shadows over me with every slow step he takes.
My hand extends to him, and his head is held very low as his eyes bore into the man at my side. There’s a snapping sort of tension in the air. It’s accompanied by the low and menacing growl that’s shaking through the hellhound.
I start to wonder what he’s plotting as he grows nearer, that glinting evil shining in his eyes.
Lucky me, I get to find out.
He leaps, jumping over me and hitting Chaos head on. Enormous paws claw down Chaos’ white shirt, tearing right through the cloth.
Another shirt ruined. Just great.
I let out a long sigh, and, before I can even complain, Chaos shifts. An acidic taste meets my tongue as I take a deep breath through the smoky fog of his transformation. Black scales glint against the darkness, his mysterious eyes shine in the night. His roar rips through the shadows, sending Grim flying with one strong push of his talons. And there, lying in a tattered heap on the ground, are his clothes.
“Oh, come on.” My whine goes unheard.
The two of them are a lashing blur of sharp nails and fiery growls.
Chaos snaps his sharp teeth at the hellhound. Grim lurches forward and his jaw is clamped down on the dragon’s slender neck in an instant. The moment he pulls back, prepared to take another slashing bite, I raise my arm between the two childish creatures.
“That is enough.” My words are bit out, my jaw clenched hard as I push my way between the two of them.
Grim sulks back with his narrowed gaze still held on the dark dragon behind me.
“Go lie down.” I point to the trampled pink flowers that lay in a demolished mess near my door.
His pointed ears lower just slightly, the only sign that he feels any guilt whatsoever.
When I turn back, Chaos is lying in the dirt. Blood streams down his neck and bare chest. He grimaces, his palm pushing against the slick blood.
I lower myself, trying my best to help him stand as I lead him inside.
“I’m okay.” He tells me as I search for a clean towel and dig bandages from my bag. This would be simple to heal if I could just use my powers. I’m actually a pretty decent healer. But I can’t.
I can’t expose my magic to him.
So, he’ll just have to suffer.
When I turn back to him, damp towel in hand, he’s right behind me. A rush of air meets my lungs as I try to repress a gasp.
His gaze, one blue eye and one amber, studies me intently as I try to focus on the task of cleaning his wound. Alcohol would really help him, but it’s not a resource I have at the moment. I lean into him, very aware of his nakedness. His beard is rough against my fingertips. One palm holds his neck, tilting him just how I need him as I push the cool cloth across his flesh. Gashes cut deep into his skin, barely missing the vein I’m sure the little demon dog was aiming for.
The smooth panes of his chest slide against my arm, his heat flooding me as I try to focus.
The blood coats the cloth too quickly, it’s seeping out in gushing waves, but Chaos seems unfazed by the wound. With his attention held intently on my features, I quietly brush a small dose of magic across his skin. It trickles out of my palm in light and unseen waves. I know what it feels like, and I try my best not to use it at full force.
His eyes flutter closed, and he groans low and quiet and lustful. I know it’s a sort of warm and tingling sensation, and despite how much I need to save my magic, I can’t help but do it once more just to watch his carnal reaction.
Another growling sound of pleasure shakes through him and, suddenly, his hands are gripping my hips. The smooth feel of his erection against my stomach makes my core tighten as I stand there with my hands held caressingly against his neck.
The small amount of energy I used was worth it to hear the sounds of his pleasure.
