Dragon & Fenyx 6: Storm Season
Flame and Storm come to terms with their Immortality as the storms rage.
The discovery of the orphaned children in the Barrens has left the Clan with a shortage of everything they need to survive the Storm Season. When a horde of troublesome mice wrecks food and cloth the shortage becomes critical.
With no alternative, Storm and Flame agree that risky trip to the City during Storm Season has become a necessity. Storm, accompanied by Darksky, set out to the City while Flame remains behind as the Chief of the clan.
But all is not well among the Dragon and Fenyx clan. There's a murderer In their midst...
Genre: GLBT (gay) Scifantasy Erotic Romance Series
Length: Novella (34,000 words)
Storm's mouth twisted into a wicked grin. "I'm not sure I'm in the mood. Maybe you should do something to wake the Dragon up. You know, a few kisses, maybe get my clothes off or something," he said and waited to see what Flame would do. Deep down he hoped that Flame would swat his behind, or do something aggressive, like shove him down on the bed.
His lover didn't disappoint him. Flame sat up and tugged at his shirt almost ripping the garment off as he pulled him down onto the bed. "Oh no, my Dragon, you're not chickening out on me! Let's see if you can tame this bird."
"Bad bird! Naughty bird! Let me go!" Storm struggled as if he wanted to escape, his hope for a good round of spanking on the rise. Ever since he'd let Flame take the role of top, their relationship had deepened. He wanted to encourage Flame to take a more dominant role in bed, to become equals because he thought it would help Flame become the man Storm knew he could be: confident and able to handle any situation, without his help.
"Make me," Flame said as he pulled Storm's pants down till they were round his knees.
Storm kicked his legs free of his pants and twisted around so it appeared he was trying to scramble off the bed. Flame grabbed him and fastened his lips against Storm's in a searing kiss.
Ribbons of blue and gold, sparks of red and gold blazed to life around the two of them. The Fenyx came alive around Flame as Storm's Dragon appeared beneath the firebird. Storm groaned and reached out to run a hand over the arch of the Fenyx's wing.
Flame's Fenyx arched over the Dragon pressing them even closer together. "Tame me!" The demand was screamed in the cry of the Fenyx.
Storm didn't need further encouragement. He gripped Flame's shoulders and pushed him over backward on the bed, pinning him there. He gazed down at Flame, watching the fire of the Fenyx burning in his lover's gaze. Taking in the beauty of both his lover's forms, man and bird of fire.
He could see the arch of his Dragon's leathery wings. Could see the scales of the Dragon's forelegs imposed over his own arms. Could feel the soft touch of feathers against those scales as he felt the soft skin of Flame's thighs against his.
"You're mine. Mine forever," he murmured as he bent down to kiss Flame's mouth. His tongue invaded Flame's sweet mouth. Claimed the territory as his own then moved to Flame's jaw, down his throat, across his chest. The dual sensations of skin on skin, of feathers touching scales invaded Storm's awareness, filled him with the red violet haze of lust and the golden glow of love.
"Yours," Flame whispered, "just as you're mine."