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  Goblin Rulz was doing an amazing job at getting the multiple races to dance. Even the djinn women were dancing in groups on the floor. The heady beats caused even the most subdued of creatures to start moving.

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  Anryn was hiding from her mate and answering questions from her cousin Ruana about her sex life, and the eating habits of her dragon.

  After the first rounds of giggles between the girls, it settled into something old and familiar. Anryn’s parents and Ruana’s had always enjoyed the family events together.

  The parents were currently over at the buffet table trying to get an elf to try a deviled egg. They weren’t having much luck.

  Ruana suddenly turned serious. “Anryn, are you aware that the Dragon Council used to send Decklyn to purge the dragon territories of werewolves.”

  “He mentioned it in passing.”

  “He used to eat them. The wolfs that he killed.” Ruana was a little concerned. She was a half werewolf, and going into heat soon. Anryn could tell, there was a flush to her cheeks and a heat to her gaze that was not normally there.

  “Ah. Well he is a dragon.”

  “He won’t eat me or dad will he? Or any of the wolves in my area?”

  “Not if he wants to live to see the next millennium.” She pondered for a moment. “Or ever get laid again.”

  “Thanks, you put my mind at ease.” She sipped from the soda she had gotten from the bar. “I am just a little more emotional than usual right now.”

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  “I know Fuzzy. You are going into heat again.”

  “Yeah, but this time I have to break cover and find a mate. Even for a night. I just can’t keep pretending everything is normal when it isn’t.” There were tears in her eyes. This was by far the scariest thing she had ever had to do. Even eating Anryn’s cooking wasn’t this scary.

  “Yeah, I know. And sometimes, you just want to get laid.” They giggled and then the wolf’s expression sobered.

  Ruana’s face let her know who was behind her. “That would be my clue. But Ruana, call me if things get ugly, okay?”

  Before she could hear her cousin’s response, Decklyn cut in.

  “May I have this dance, my dear?” He looked good, better than good. The djinn fashions were very complementary on him. The loose trousers tucked into boots, held in place by a jeweled belt, and the open vest in a matching color opened in the front and hung to his knees.

  “Wow, you look great.” She took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. The dancers parted for them and as he took her into his arms, she sighed with satisfaction. He was a great dancer.

  “As do you. Imaran assisted me. He is quite the gentleman, but I do object to the way his relatives were looking at you. The lust in the eyes of the

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  djinn almost drove me mad.”

  “Well, then maybe you shouldn’t have hidden my clothing.” Now, it was her turn to be smug.

  “Well, maybe you shouldn’t leave the house naked.”

  Her mouth opened to retort and his mouth swooped down to silence her. They continued to kiss and dance until the music changed. Then they slowly pulled their heads apart and left the dance floor in silence. She had never been good at silence.

  “There will be family responsibilities that I have to take on. There is no way that I am going to stop doing it. It’s part of what I am. And I want to work. I’ll be all yours on the weekends and sleep with you every night, but I like my work. And not just the warding, the massage therapy is good practice for me. Are you willing to take this on?”

  “The Dragon Council representatives cornered me. Since I have repented my wild ways by mating a Warder, my status had just been elevated. I may now attend the council meetings and have a right to be a representative if I should choose to put my name in the running.”

  He continued his offer. “I still don’t want you out of my sight, but I have a compromise. Open Relaxed Realms in my building. I have an extra set of offices that are not used, and you could move in there, rent free. Provided that you work on-site

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  only.”

  “Let me think about that.” They walked in silence away from the wild dancers. A large portion was the male population of the attendees, trying to impress the Warders with their moves. A few alliances would happen tonight, some of them lasting for lifetimes.

  “I have thought about it.” They were now near the woods that surrounded the meadow. She grabbed the front of his vest and dragged him off into the woods. She asked the greenery for a meadow, and one appeared before them.

  “Anryn, where the hell are we going?”

  “I don’t know about you my friend, but I am going down.” She dropped to her knees in front of him and tugged his trousers loose from the jeweled belt. His phallus drew free of the fabric easily. She began to caress him with her fingertips. Smiling as he responded, and his head fell back to expose his throat to the sky when her lips embraced the tip of his cock.

  She sucked and flicked at the head of his cock, rubbing her tongue on the delicate underside, listening to the hiss of pleasure that her actions gave him. She cupped his balls in both hands and worked them with gentle and steady persistence.

  Her mouth took him deeper, sucking and swirling her tongue around him as she dragged him to the back of her mouth, over and over again.

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  Finally she felt the tightening that she had worked to bring forth, and she pulled her mouth away.

  He looked down at her startled. Then understanding dawned as her skirts were raised above her waist and she climbed him. His hands came down to hold her buttocks in place as her hand reached between her thighs to open her to him completely. She slid down onto his cock and, with him supporting all of her weight, began to ride him.

  She loved the feel of him deep inside her and rode him faster and harder until she screamed his name and came apart in his arms. Her body was damp with perspiration, and so was his. Her delicate skirts clung to his damp body as he let her slide to the ground and waited for her to get her balance.

  She smiled brightly at him. “I think it’s a perfect idea. I’ll tell Bethany on Monday.”

  He was dazed, “So this is what happens when you get your way?”

  “Yep.”

  “You may be right more often than I thought.” They returned to the big party, his arms around his mate, and his mind at peace for the first time in centuries. Warders weren’t as hard to deal with as everyone said. If he had known as much, he would have been on her as soon as the Dragon Council had given him her name as his perfect

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  match. He could have had her under him for ten years already if he hadn’t been so stubborn.

  But since fate had insisted, he would accept his mate with grace, patience and enthusiasm. And be ready the next time she ran. He would follow her to the ends of the earth if necessary and through Realm every time duty called. That is what the scaled choker did. It tied them together so that he could track her anywhere.

  He just hoped next time she would grab a shirt before she jumped through the portal.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  iola is a proud Winnipeger living in Manitoba, Canada. A compulsive crafter and sucker for a ‘happily ever after’, she spends her time avoiding anything related to housework. Her hobbies have included needlework, metalwork, henna tattoos and costume design. Oh yeah, and writing. She loves to write. A rabid sci-fi buff and nerd to the core. www.violagrace.com V

 

 

 
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