Scales (Shifter Rescue 1) (6 page)

Then his keeper sucked even harder, pulling at him.

“Help me!” Az called out, body shaking hard.

Drill slapped the tip of Az’s cock with his tongue. Seed poured out of Az in a wild, heated rush. His keeper took it all in, sucking and licking and swallowing. Az was utterly lost, eyes wide and seeing nothing.

Licking and kissing, Drill kept the good feelings going and going, and Az’s body stayed hard, the need still right there. Kisses were pressed down the length of him, then his balls. He blinked, his muscles jerking and twitching so bad.

“You taste good, my dragon.”

He stared. Blinked. “Keeper?”

“Yes, Az?” His keeper looked up at him, dark eyes seeing all.

“Love.” It was the best Az could do. He felt quite… without words.

“Oh, Az.” Surging up, Drill took his mouth, the kiss hard, Drill’s tongue pushing deep into his mouth.

He wrapped around Drill, crying out, moans leaving him.

Drill stroked him with long, soothing touches. “I have you, Az.”

Keeper. Keeper. Keeper
. The song echoed inside him, so huge.

“I hear you,” murmured Drill. “I hear your joy.”

Az’s eyes went wide and he stared. “Yes?”

“I do. It’s like a song inside me.”

Heady pleasure filled Az, his song ringing out, louder and louder.

Drill shivered. “Wow.”

“Wow. Is that how I made you feel?” Az understood that. Feeling wow.

Drill kissed him again. “I’m not letting anyone else taste you, Az. Dragon or human.”

“No. No, only my own keeper can taste, touch. I belong with you.” It was the way of things.

“That’s right. Don’t forget it.” His keeper growled softly.

“No. No, it’s written inside me. I would never.” Some things were intrinsic and this was one of them.

“Good.” Drill stroked and petted him.

He leaned in, nuzzled Drill’s throat.

“Mmm. My magical dragon.”

Of course he was. Dragons were made from magic.

Drill settled close. “I want to teach you everything, Az.”

“What is everything?” He was so curious to know.

“All the ways men can make love.”

He had no idea what that meant, but he nodded.

“I’m going to call Pirou and see how long it’s going to take to get us our rooms. You deserve a better place than this.”

His keeper took very good care of him.

“Rooms. Are they going to be different?” Az didn’t really care, as long as he was with Drill.

“Bigger is the most important thing. This is a little room. Especially for such a large thing as a dragon.”

“It’s good, yes? To have a dragon?” he asked. He didn’t want to be trouble, and he wanted Drill to enjoying being his keeper.

“It’s the best thing ever.”

Az leaned in, staying close, staying in his man form.

“It’s good to have a keeper, too, right?” Drill asked.

What a silly question. “Having a keeper is all I’ve ever wanted. Ever.”

“I hope I live up to your expectations.”

“You do.” Az was so happy. So happy.

“Good.” His keeper snuggled with him. “I’ll call Pirou. In a while.”

“Yes, keeper.” Az rested hard and enjoyed every single moment with his keeper.

Drill rubbed his scales, making him rumble with pleasure. Even if they had to stay in this small room, without a bath, he would do so forever to stay with his keeper.

Az was finally home.

Writing under S. Michael for Het Menage and Sean for signature M/M titles, Sean Michael leads a classic double life.

Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends days surfing, smutting, organizing an immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs.

While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the F-bomb and perusing the
Kama Sutra
by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? Sean’ll stick with writing stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

You can write to Sean at
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www.seanmichaelwrites.com/smichaelbooks.html
. Find more of Sean’s work at
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