Pib's Dragon
walking
toward the door before replying, “I can see that.”
    As Dray carried him over the threshold,
Pib suddenly felt like some blushing bride, he just couldn’t decide
what he thought about that. When Dray took a seat on the couch and
Pib ended up on his lap, Pib turned and opened his mouth to object.
Before he could make a sound, Dray’s hand was holding the back of
his head and he’d sealed his mouth over Pib’s.
    The second that Dray’s taste reached
Pib, he groaned. Giving into the urge, he quickly maneuvered
himself until he was straddling Dray, their lips remaining locked
the entire time. Thrusting both hands into Dray’s hair, Pib cupped
his head and held him in place while he took over the kiss. His cat
urged him to claim the dragon as theirs, mark him so that no one
would dare to lay a hand on what was theirs. Grinding his cock
against Dray’s equally hard member, Pib lost focus of everything
around him except for Dray.
    “ You know, if you wanted to
be alone, you could have just said so, rather than making me go
home the longer way.”
    Pib broke off the kiss and turned his
head to see Wil standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and a
smirk on his face.
    “ Oh believe me, if we want
to be alone, I have no issues telling you to fuck off,” Dray
replied.
    Pib snickered and turned back to Dray,
smiling to see that he wasn’t the only one out of
breath.
    “ Well, if you didn’t want
to be alone, then what’s going on?” Wil asked.
    The memory of Dray’s reaction to Pib’s
past surfaced, and he tensed. Before he could move away from Dray,
his arms were around Pib’s back and he cuddled him close, kissing
his temple.
    “ The idiot Geraint is
trying to find Pib.”
    Of all the things Pib had expected Dray
to say, that wasn’t even on the list. Memories of having to do
Geraint’s bidding, the killings he’d had to commit all rose to the
surface. He didn’t know how long he was in his head, but when he
came back to himself, Wil was sitting on a chair facing them and
not only were Dray’s arms around Pib, his wings were
too.
    “ I guess I should find
somewhere else—”
    “ No!” Dray and Wil yelled
in unison.
    “ You’re not going
anywhere,” Wil growled out. “If this idiot thinks he can take you
away, he’s got another think coming.”
    “ And I’m not about to let
you get away, not now after I’ve finally got you in my arms,” Dray
declared.
    Looking from one face to the other and
back again, Pib knew that if he were to leave, they’d follow him,
and if they did that, there was no guarantee that they wouldn’t get
hurt.
    “ Okay, I’ll stay, but what
are we going to do about Geraint?”
     
    ****
     
    The relief that flowed through Dray
when Pib agreed to stay would have made him sway had he been on his
feet. Instead he released the breath he’d been holding and relaxed
further into the couch. Judging by the expression on Wil’s face,
Dray wasn’t the only one relieved.
    “ Well, Geraint is a prince
now, so he’ll need to appeal to the local prince in order to be
able to visit here,” Dray said, thinking aloud.
    “ There is no prince here,
so what’s plan b?” Wil asked.
    Glancing at Wil, Dray realized he was
serious. “Um, actually there is a prince.”
    “ Who?” the brothers asked
in unison.
    “ My brother Del. His family
have been the local monarchs for centuries. People just forget
because they don’t throw their weight around and don’t live in
mansions or castles.”
    “ So, then you’re a prince
too?” Pib asked, the expression on his face changing, and Dray’s
gut told him it wasn’t a good thing.
    “ No. I met Del when he was
barely walking. His father was hunting, and for some reason, he’d
decided to take Del with him—to this day I don’t know why he did
it. Del stumbled across me sleeping on a grassy ledge. He wanted to
play, but when he realized I wouldn’t, he went to leave. I thought
he was going to go back to his father, but my dear

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