Torgny may be a burly, uncivilized mercenary, but even he has his limits. Hired to rid a village of a dragon, Torgny gets quite a shock when he finds the marauding menace is a tiny pink dragon named Jezebel, who takes one look at him and decides she’s found a new best friend. Much to the annoyance of her handler, Noel, who seems to believe most people are prejudiced idiots.
Torgny’s not sure Noel’s wrong about people, but he would really like to be the exception to that opinion. Noel is tall and attractive, and Torgny falls into a case of instant lust.
When Noel decides it’s time to move the dragons to safety, Torgny tags along, determined to explore this attraction between them. It’s a journey fraught with danger, interfering gods, and rambunctious baby dragons, but if they can survive, they might just find a life for which neither realized they were seeking.
Genres: Gay/Fantasy/Shapeshifter
Heat Level: 2
Heat Level: 2
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (17k words)
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...A small noise caught his ear, too deliberate for any wildlife. Torgny paused, hand going to the sword hilt resting between his shoulder blades. He sniffed the air.
Yep, he was definitely going in the right direction. The faint smell of brimstone floated on the air, as well as something infinitely more appealing—roasting meat. Torgny dropped his arm and waited. It didn’t take long.
“Stay right where you are.” A dagger pressed into the small of his back.
Torgny sighed in annoyance. Why did everyone always move straight to violence? Didn’t anyone say “good day” anymore? “Would you put that away?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Actually, what I would like is if you’d move it about an inch higher and a little to the left. I’ve got an itch I can’t reach.”
The knife point wavered. Torgny amused himself by imagining the look of disbelief on the man’s face.
Then the sharp point pressed in again. “Stop trying to distract me. What are you doing up here?”
“I came to—Jezebel!”
A round of excited squealing preceded the small creature. She galloped out of a bush in all her vibrant pink glory and headed straight for him. It was quite the sight. She kept trying to fly, but her little wings weren’t quite up to the task. All she could manage was a kind of running flop and tumble.
“Jezebel, get back home!”
The dragon ignored her keeper and kept rushing forward until her small snout bumped Torgny’s leg. Tiny claws pricked at his skin as she climbed him like a tree.
“Hey there, little girl.”
Jezebel chirped, and he could almost hear the words in her chatter. He laughed and stroked one tiny wing as she wrapped around his neck and nuzzled behind his ear.
“Goddamn traitorous dragon.” The knife was removed, the tall, slender man stepping into view. “Hurt her and I’ll finish what I started,” he warned.
“Not with that little toy, you won’t.”
“Toy?”
Huh. He hadn’t noticed before, but the man dressed in leathers and covered in dirt was actually kind of pretty. Especially when his cheeks flushed red with emotion. His dark blond hair was pulled back into a messy braid, and his brown eyes were huge in a face as narrow as his body.
Jezebel was busy purring in Torgny’s ear, so he flashed his best and brightest smile. “I was looking for you, you know...”
Yep, he was definitely going in the right direction. The faint smell of brimstone floated on the air, as well as something infinitely more appealing—roasting meat. Torgny dropped his arm and waited. It didn’t take long.
“Stay right where you are.” A dagger pressed into the small of his back.
Torgny sighed in annoyance. Why did everyone always move straight to violence? Didn’t anyone say “good day” anymore? “Would you put that away?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Actually, what I would like is if you’d move it about an inch higher and a little to the left. I’ve got an itch I can’t reach.”
The knife point wavered. Torgny amused himself by imagining the look of disbelief on the man’s face.
Then the sharp point pressed in again. “Stop trying to distract me. What are you doing up here?”
“I came to—Jezebel!”
A round of excited squealing preceded the small creature. She galloped out of a bush in all her vibrant pink glory and headed straight for him. It was quite the sight. She kept trying to fly, but her little wings weren’t quite up to the task. All she could manage was a kind of running flop and tumble.
“Jezebel, get back home!”
The dragon ignored her keeper and kept rushing forward until her small snout bumped Torgny’s leg. Tiny claws pricked at his skin as she climbed him like a tree.
“Hey there, little girl.”
Jezebel chirped, and he could almost hear the words in her chatter. He laughed and stroked one tiny wing as she wrapped around his neck and nuzzled behind his ear.
“Goddamn traitorous dragon.” The knife was removed, the tall, slender man stepping into view. “Hurt her and I’ll finish what I started,” he warned.
“Not with that little toy, you won’t.”
“Toy?”
Huh. He hadn’t noticed before, but the man dressed in leathers and covered in dirt was actually kind of pretty. Especially when his cheeks flushed red with emotion. His dark blond hair was pulled back into a messy braid, and his brown eyes were huge in a face as narrow as his body.
Jezebel was busy purring in Torgny’s ear, so he flashed his best and brightest smile. “I was looking for you, you know...”
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