Flynn, Joyee - Their Dragon [North American Dragon 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)

North American Dragon 3

JOYEE FLYNN

Copyright © 2011

Chapter 1

Austin Lung was helping the poor, abused, and very dirty sex slaves out of their cages for what seemed like hours. It hurt his heart to see this much pain and suffering. And what happens to them now? Did they just let them all back on the streets for someone else to snap up and abuse?

“How much cash you got on you?” Gabriel Panlong, a longtime friend of
Austin
’s, asked.

“Several grand,” he answered as he ran his hands over his face. “I figured they’d need some help getting home, if they have homes.”

“Good thinking. It seems everyone else was on the same wavelength on that one. Start seeing who has a place to go if they’re physically able. Otherwise, we’re going to need to take some of them home and help them get on their feet.”

“You got it, man.” Gabriel clapped him on the back, and
Austin
went to start talking to the masses. “Who has a family to go home to and can without needing medical attention?”

Several hands went in the air, and he gestured them to move off to the side. Then he called a human contact of his who ran a hotel in
Portland
and explained the situation. The guy assured
Austin
that he’d take care of them and give them all rooms, food, and a chance to clean up before helping them with their travel arrangements. After rattling off his credit card number for all of it, he returned to the group.

“I have a guy you can trust who’s sending a few taxis for you guys, okay? He runs a hotel in
Portland
, and you can rest, recoup a couple of nights before heading home. Does anyone have any questions?”

“What about clothes?” a smaller man asked, and
Austin
saw the poor kid was wearing nothing but a pair of tattered boxers.

“He’ll see to that when you guys get there,” he replied gently as he reached out to cup the man’s cheek. “I’m going to give you some money for traveling expenses to get home, but the hotel, clothes, food, and everything else he’s going to put on my credit card. Don’t worry about the money, just take care of yourselves. He has my cell number if you guys need anything.”

“Thank you,” the kid said as his eyes filled with tears.
Austin
nodded, his throat clogging up with emotion. He quickly divided up the money he had while his friends did the same.

“That’s all we can do, Austin,” Skylar said gently before going to talk with the others who needed a doctor or had nowhere to go.

“Can I come home with you?” someone asked softly in a musical voice that filled
Austin
with a strange peace. He turned and gasped at the beauty who’d spoken to him.

“Do you not have a family to go back to?”

“No, no one wants me,” the small twink answered. “Do you want me?”

“More than you know,”
Austin
thought to himself before answering aloud. “You are more than welcome at my home, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

“Garreck Hawes,” he answered and threw himself into
Austin
’s arms. “I’ll do anything you want, just don’t leave me alone or make me leave.”

“It’s okay, Garreck, you’re safe now.”

“I go where he goes,” a small, but larger guy than Garreck, said firmly.

“Does Dante have to come with us?” Garreck asked, glancing over his shoulder. “He doesn’t like me.”

“That’s not true,” Dante answered, his eyes filling with a deep grief that
Austin
didn’t understand.

“Let’s get you guys cleaned up, fed, and then we can figure the rest out, okay?”
Austin
asked, not wanting issues but knowing this wasn’t the time or place to discuss this. Both men nodded, and Garreck held his hand tightly as he led them over to his luxury sedan.
Austin
was a car whore, and he totally knew it and embraced it. His 2010 BMW M sedan was his newest acquisition.

“You rich?” Dante asked bluntly as he stood by the back door as
Austin
helped Garreck into the front seat. “I don’t want to mess up your nice leather. We’re both pretty dirty.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied gently, giving the twink a wide smile. “Worst case, I can get it cleaned next oil change. You guys are more important than a dirty car.”

“Thank you,” Garreck said and kissed him on the cheek before climbing into the car.
Austin
stood there for a moment, holding his cheek like a lovesick teenager while they buckled up. Shaking himself out of it, he jogged around front, waved to his other friends, and got in. “Do you live close?”

“Yeah, I’m about twenty minutes away in Portland West Hills.”

Dante let out a low whistle as Garreck turned to look at him with raised eyebrows. “It means our savior is loaded, baby. You pretty much have to make six figures just to drive through there.”

“Don’t call me that,” Garreck mumbled as he turned around.
Austin
was pretty sure Dante hadn’t heard him, but he had since dragons had amazing hearing.

“When we get there, my housekeeper, Kelley, will get your guys whatever you need, okay? Just tell her your sizes, what you like, and she’ll go shopping after she gets you some food and sets you up in one of the guest rooms.”

“Who are you?” Dante asked, his voice low and full of awe.
Austin
wanted to smack himself in the forehead. Little things like his name might be a good idea since he was bringing them to his house.

“Sorry, I’m Austin Lung. I got Garreck’s name, but I didn't catch your full name.”

“Dante Hammerstone. Nice to meet you and thanks for the rescue,” he answered.
Austin
just nodded as they drove along. “Never met a dragon before. It was wicked cool the way you took those guys out like that.”

“A dragon?” Garreck asked, biting his lower lip in an adorable way that made
Austin
want to lick it. “Is that like a gang or something?”

“No, I’m a dragon shape-shifter,”
Austin
said slowly as he glanced at Dante in the review mirror. The other man raised an eyebrow but then shrugged. “You know the war that was going on and why there are so few female humans?”

“No,” he replied, shaking his head. “I don’t really know much about anything. They’ve had me for so long I pretty much grew up there. It’s not like they let us watch TV or anything.”

“Good point. Well, I want you to not be afraid of me, okay?”

“You are not going to hurt us, you’re the good guy,” Garreck said firmly and took his hand. He couldn’t get over the way this gorgeous man was immediately trusting him. Maybe it was Nightingale syndrome or something? He’d have to think about that one later, but for now, he filled Garreck in on dragons and their history, including the war with humans.

After thousands of years of living in secret, humans had discovered proof that dragons existed. In the early 1970s, one of the dragons had gone on a killing spree, immortality getting the better of him. When he was sentenced to death by electric chair, the prison had a shock when the man wouldn’t die.

The crazy dragon made a show of shifting and breaking out of jail in front of hundreds of witnesses and news crews. There wasn’t any hiding that situation. While humans had legends of dragons, they never guessed they were shifters. Dragons looked exactly like other humans, except they were able to shift into dragons, or shift partially, depending on the need.

Humans, being human, hated what was different or scary and decided dragons were evil. Once that decision was made, mandates across the world went out for dragons to be eradicated. Imagine their surprise when they found out there were thousands upon thousands of dragons across the world, only coming out from hiding to defend their race.

Some of the world’s leaders had the idea that the way to take out the dragons was to kill off their women. The world went to hell in a chaotic mob mentality, making the
Salem
witch trials look like a day at the park. Humans came up with the most outlandish tests to determine if someone was a dragon. The shifters almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it all was, but the humans were killing innocent people.

Dragons watched from a distance, waiting for the right time to strike at the mob leaders so the war could stop. The craziest part of the whole thing was there weren’t any female dragons. There never had been. It had something to do with genetics that
Austin
never bothered to even try and understand.

Finally, after about twenty-five years of war and killings, the main leaders of the human side had been taken out and enough people had died that the war drifted to an end. The end result being almost the same number of dragons, but billions of humans gone, most killed by their own race. Humans had virtually wiped out the females of their species, leaving the handful left to be fought over by larger alpha males.

The human alpha males spent so much time fighting each other for everything that they now mostly ignored the existence of dragons. That left a good portion of the human population like the two men in his car. Smaller, more docile men, who didn’t feel the need to battle for everything. They lived as they did before the dragon wars—they grew up, learned, worked, loved, played, and lived their lives.

“So does that mean you are really old?” Garreck asked after a few moments’ hesitation.

“I’m a little over two hundred, but that’s young for dragons,” he answered, hoping that didn’t freak out the fragile man.

“Is it okay with you that I’m only twenty-one?”

“Sure, Garreck, I’m just helping you get back on your feet,”
Austin
answered as he pulled up to the gate of his house and punched in the code. “Age in general doesn’t mean much to me.”

“Get back on my feet? You’re not going to keep me?” Garreck whimpered, sounding completely panicked. “I thought you said you wanted me!”

“Sweetheart, calm down,”
Austin
said gently as he took the smaller man’s hand and drove up to the house. “We’ll figure everything out, okay? Let’s just get you healthy before we talk about keeping each other. You don’t even know me.”

“Okay,” he whispered, and
Austin
saw his mouth drop at his house.

“All I ask is for you guys to stay on the grounds,”
Austin
said as they got out of the car. “If you want to leave, that’s fine, just tell me or Kelley, and we’ll figure something out. I’m not trying to make it seem like a prison. I just want to keep you both safe. We don’t know if we got everyone who was holding you.”

“There are more,” Dante replied as the front door opened.
Austin
didn’t get a chance to ask what he meant as Kelley started throwing questions at him.

“Oh my god, Austin! Were these some of the men that were being held?” the fireball that ran his house asked.

She was an amazing woman who kept all of the household employees in line and always took good care of
Austin
. He’d met her at the grocery store one day as she was crying outside and looking very thin. It ended up she’d run away from some abusive men who were holding her against her will. Since there were so few women left in the world, it happened more times than
Austin
could bear to think about.

He’d hired her on the spot and given her a place in his home. He also assigned her body guards from one of his companies for when she went out. A female human was too rare to not be protected from the animals in the world.