Page 13 of Confessions of a Middle Aged Dragon Queen
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” I mumbled, eyes glued to the Chief as he directed his men to check the shop.
Opening my mouth to speak, I instead stood there like the world’s largest, woman-shaped lamppost, as that sexy Fae King did a one-eighty and speared me with a steamy gaze.
Eyes as blue as the Mediterranean Sea - that Fairy man was nothing short of magnificent. I was completely captivated. Then he started to walk towards me, and my heart skipped a beat. Hell, it did more than that, but I just don’t have the words to properly express what it felt like to look into the eyes of the man made for me by the Universe.
Grace personified, he stalked rather than walked, the heels of his boots hitting the pavement with an authority than made me pant and had Aideen grumbling something about joining a nudist colony and taking him with us. Torn between keeping eye contact and checking out the rest of the man, my curiosity got the best of me. I just had to have a closer look at the total package, and right then and there, I damn near started my second fire of the day.
The muscles in his legs, Great Goddess in a G-string, the way they pushed against the denim of his jeans, I swore they were begging to be let loose. Barely contained didn’t come close, but it was all my lust-soaked brain could come up with as I imagined running my hands over all those muscles, making my way upward to the prize I knew was waiting just for me.
I. Wanted. That. Man. Preferably naked, most definitely as hot and bothered as I was. In a perfect world, I would have my hands on him, and his hands would be all over my well-endowed, curvy body in a matter of seconds.
It was all I could do not to run and jump into his arms. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything– no, check, anybody in my whole life.
Continuing my visual journey, unable to stop even if I'd wanted to, a smile sprung to my lips. There it was. Just like I'd thought. Long, hard, and hanging to the left. Oh, yeah, he was just as turned on as I was.
Then it hit me. The scent of salt and sand, of ozone and fresh rain, of hot male Fairy King, and I was helpless but to follow my instinct.
Stepping off the curb, one foot on the alley and the other still in the air, my hand was reaching for his when the sound of squealing tires and honking horn had me jumping back on the curb and snarling, “Damn you, Meave Marie Madison Dellencourt. If somebody’s not dying, then you’re gonna be.”
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Better known as,
Scooby Doo, Where Are You When I Need You?
“Oh, I’m sure we’ve got bleeding people somewhere. This is Dragoon Bootay after all. Somebody’s always blowin’ something up, cuttin’ something off, or has goo comin’ outta one orifice or another.”
“Eww, Maeve, what the...?”
“Hush up! I don’t have time for your weirdness today. We’ve got bigger fish to fry!” Maeve, the middle sister of the three Dellencourt Dragon Queens and one hell of a good General Practitioner, if there ever was one, snapped.
No, I didn’t tell her how good she was often enough. That girl could get a big head like nobody’s business. She knew she was good—really good. The kind of good where she could’ve been running a huge hospital in a big metropolitan city.’ My dear sister had no problem telling anyone within our Bibbidi Bobbidi Bubble just that very fact.
Truth was, if it didn’t take so much Magic to hide our true natures and keep us safe from whoever or whatever was out to get us, I’m pretty sure Maeve would’ve never come back to Dragoon Bootay after she became a doctor. She received so many accolades, awards, recognitions, and job offers that it was difficult for her to leave the outside world. However, that crazy combat-boot-wearing bombshell, Fate, was always there to remind us all that using Magic had a price, even when you’re an Omnipotent Being, and it was, and would always be, Family first for all Dellencourt Dragons– as Momma June used to say, ‘Heavy is the head that sports the tiara’.
Maeve shouted, "Snap out of it! Do not make me get out of this car. If you do?—"
“What did you just…?
“I just told you NOT to make me get out of the car and for you to pay attention, hush the hell up, and put your perfectly curvy ass in this vehicle right this very minute. I love you, Sis, but dayum, you are slow! We’re on a mission of the utmost importance. One that will keep me from performin’ more autopsies! You know, when I cut open dead bodies and find out why they are dead?!”
“But I...”
“But you are slower than a herd of turtles going uphill in the middle of August!”
“Well, I...”
“Yes, you did, and yes, you will! Now at the risk of repeatin’ myself, get your perfectly spandexed ass in this car before I’m forced to lose my mind and spit Dragon Fire in your direction.”
Doing as I was told at a high rate of speed because: (A) Maeve had never ever never threatened me before. Period. She was the calm, cool, collected, level-headed Dellencourt Sister. I’d never seen her furrow her brow or snap at anyone—and she grew up with me as a big sister and Maisie as a little one. Talk about challenging situations. It could be said that Maisie and I were a ball of energy powered by chaos and coffee, never controlled.
So, for Maeve to play the ‘I’ll set you ablaze with Dragon Fire’ card—something had to be really wrong. And don’t get me started on the fact that she told me to hush up and get my butt in her car twice. Yes—twice! She was the rule follower of all rule followers. She knew threatening others, especially kin, with your Gift was a no-no. Not just in the Dellencourt Clan, but in the Paranormal World as a whole.
If I’d heard it once, I’d heard it a thousand times—and probably repeated it twice as much in my lifetime: you just never threatened another with your Gift. If you threatened, you had to be ready to follow through, and that was a big NO-NO—capital letters. It was taboo in all the wrong ways. Just like Witches had rules about frivolously using Magic, Dragons knew the use of their Gift had to be justified. We had to be saving a life or avoiding all-out war and untold death—or that shit came back at you tenfold. Talk about a reason to follow the rules.
I had seen firsthand that some rules were NOT meant to be broken.
In my formative years, while on the Isle of Skye training with my Aunts Brenda and Jayne—the only Dragonesses to have fought alongside the previous Dragon Queen, my Great Great Grandma Mary Belle—I witnessed what happened when a Gift was used without provocation, in anger, and against a family member. I was out in one of the far paddocks, trying to get the hang of partially Shifting, when the Mackrelfresh boys appeared out of nowhere.
