“You’re older by minutes, bro. We can take care of ourselves, but most importantly, we take care of each other.”
“When did you get so levelheaded?”
“I’m not just a pretty face.”
“Clearly.” He chuckles. “I’ll see you later?”
“For sure. We’ll swing by after our outing.”
After ending the call, I sit on the edge of my bed for a few minutes. I know I’m the himbo of the clutch, a reputation I proudly claim, but I’d be nothing without my brothers. Even a lothario knows the importance of family.
Ten minutes later, I’m dressed and marching down the stairs in my favorite black combat boots, ripped jeans, and body-hugging black sweater. Mac is waiting in the foyer wearing jeans and a sweater too, but in a much more casual way—sort of floppy and too big. I’ve notice it’s the style with young guys.
“How old do you tell people you are?” I ask as I grab my keys from the entry table.
“Twenty-five,” Mac answers. “I landed on that after asking people how old they thought I was. What do you say?”
“I never bother to answer it. I let people think what they want. You look the part though.”
“You look like a model or a dude about to drop a rap album.”
I laugh at that. “Rap? Not much musical ability here. I do like how it sounds though.”
“Me too,” he says like it’s some kind of amazing discovery that we have something in common as he bounces out of my house to the car in the driveway.
With dragon lifespans, it’s not uncommon for clutches to be hatched hundreds of years apart. We may be full blood siblings, but Lord, Nico, Hem, Arson, and I werelongout of the nest by the time Mac and his cohorts clawed their way out of their own shells.
“How do you keep your scales from popping when you’re really worked up about something?” Mac asks as he settles into the passenger seat.
“Deep breaths, focusing on something unappealing. The same way you get your dick to chill the fuck out when you can’t do anything with it.”
Mac snorts a laugh. “Okay,thatI know how to do.”
I pat his thigh. “It gets easier with practice.”
With a grin, I press the ignition button, pausing to enjoy the gentle purr of the engine, then tear off toward downtown. Mac messes with my stereo, which I allow. Baby brothers get whatever they want. He finally finds a station he likes, singing at the top of his lungs to Panic! At The Disco’s “Death of a Bachelor.” It is a good song, even if I hope to never be singing it for myself. Only Lord and his hermit ways have a better chance of avoiding love than I do, and I’m okay with that.
When we arrive in front of Timeless Treasures, I immediately sniff the air, then catch myself. The last being I should want to see right now is Montrose. Not with my brothers around and a problem on our hands. I suppose I could ask Montrose if he knows where to find Xazedose, but in my experience, demons don’t rat each other out. Those guys are tighter than the Mafia.
Mac is out of the car and inside the store almost before I realize it. Ah, to be young again. Snickering, I follow him inside, glancing around before I enter. If there’s a demon around, I’ll find him, and Hades help him when I do.
MONTROSE
As soon asI catch the little twerp’s scent, I pop out from the hidden realm just in time to see him enter a store with the hunky dragon, Valentino, confirming my suspicion that they are indeed related.
That’s a problem for me. How do I teach the young one a lesson and still get my hands on the older one? Normally, I wouldn’t care, but damned souls, I can’t stop thinking about the sexy dragon who brought me to one epic orgasm last night.
I decided to be smart today and hide behind my strongest mortal glamour, keeping my demon scent undetectable unless I want it to be. It’s the only way I can stalk my prey without drawing attention. And that prey is wearing skintight jeans showing off his bubble ass and thick thighs. The man sure does know how to wear clothes.
My insides tingle and a wave of uncontrolled pheromones releases. Gasping, I duck between the buildings, hoping the dragon didn’t catch the scent, but only seconds later, I’m faced with the clearest blue eyes and fullest lips in all of creation.
“Montrose,” Valentino says before closing in on me.
He presses me against the wall, the two of us falling into a sultry kiss that defies common sense. It’s like neither of us could avoid the other if we tried. My hands move seemingly of their own accord to his chest, then up his neck, and into his messy hair. It’s so soft I swear I could twist my fingers in it for days.
But his mouth. Hades, his mouth is a raging inferno. My own inner heat rises and spreads through me, searing his skin wherever we touch, which only seems to increase his desire as he wraps a muscular arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
I shamelessly grind my cock against his, the two of us rutting together like mindless animals. I know dragons have more control than this, so it must just be this intense spark of lust driving us both to our most feral selves.
