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“No.”
“No?” Flynn dried his hands on his tunic, one I belatedly realized was mine. It fell long on his much shorter frame, hitting below his knees, where it was mid-thigh on me. He wore nothing beneath the tunic, and his feet were bare.
“You need leggings and boots,” I deflected.
He stepped closer, peering up at me, allowing me to peer into his bright green eyes, and the way they delightfully glittered with mirth. “They can wait. Besides, then I’d just have to take them off.” Flynn trailed a finger down my chest, and my treacherous cock took immediate interest.
“While that might be true,” I said, capturing his hand and raising it to my lips, where I kissed the inside of his wrist, “we must push on.”
His adorable pout almost changed my mind, but several ravens called to me as they swept into the clearing and landed in the closest trees. Urgent news waited for no man.
Darvon raced to my side as the largest of the avians flew to my shoulder. He took Flynn’s hand and then cupped the back of my head. “I’ll see through your eyes,” he said, touching his forehead to mine. The raven sidestepped and put its little head against mine.
Fire raged around a stone village shrouded in smoke and mist. Men and women wielded blades against dark, misshapen creatures. Blasts of flame from above scorched the ground and sent the monsters it consumed up in smoke, but more appeared. One by one, the warriors shifted, launching into theair, their dragon bodies covered with scales. In their claws, they held their elder clansmen and those too young and unable yet to shift. Below them, the creatures bellowed and raged, destroying everything in sight.
The dragons flew toward the highest mountain peaks, except for one, who turned south.
Darvon gasped, jerking away, and the vision faded. “That was the dragon from my vision.”
“Yes, and he’s heading toward Riverside.”
“He’s one of the mates. Whose do you think?”
I could only shake my head. Jarrah would know, but as he was still hours behind us, that meant we needed to find the dragon first.
Chapter 16
Darvon
Deciding to take Randall’s suggestion, Darvon climbed into the carriage after Flynn. Randall had magicked away the bed, and the two cushioned bench seats remained. While he could have sat across from his mate, Darvon opted to sit next to Flynn, and though the carriage was wide enough, they didn’t have to sit touching shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, and thigh to thigh, they did anyway.
Flynn picked up Darvon’s hand and turned it over. As Flynn traced the lines on his palm, the light stroke sent a shiver of desire through Darvon.
“Long life,” Flynn murmured, dragging a fingertip along one crease. “My master taught me that the Fae live for a very long time. How old are you?”
“Just over three hundred years old.”
Flynn stared at Darvon, his eyes widening. “I would have said you looked only a little older than me, and I’m only twenty summers.”
“And are all the Fae as pretty as you?”
“You’re good for my ego.”
Randall snorted. Darvon rolled his eyes. Flynn laughed, bumping their arms together.
“Do not stroke his ego, mate,” Randall said, his voice carrying to them through the small window break.
Flynn switched seats and pushed aside the flimsy curtain. He peeked out at Randall. From where Darvon sat, he could only see the back of Randall. “Perhaps his ego needs stroking.”
Randall’s gasp and his under-his-breath curse weren’t missed. Flynn and Darvon shared a secret smile between them before Flynn asked about the Fae lands. “Are the Fae lands as beautiful as my master claims?”
“They are.” Darvon relaxed against the cushions, letting his body sway with the rocking carriage. “My favorite entrance is through the waterfalls. Those are magical in their own right. The land is open fields, full of flowers and buzzing insects, the forests are lush and green, and the crystal clear water is so pure, your body sings with pleasure with just a sip.”
“Someone wants…” Flynn said, a rumbling purr rising from his throat as he gazed at Darvon, his eyes hooded and dark. He breathed in through his nose, slow and deep, filling his lungs and then just as slowly pushing the air from his chest.
Darvon’s cock grew as he watched Flynn. His heart quickened from just a lust-fueled look and a resonating moan. Darvon couldn’t tear his eyes away from his mate.
“Have him,” Randall urged, and Flynn wet his lips, pink tongue darting to slide across the plump mounds of his mouth.
