“We’ll hurry,” he says. He grabs a bag and start rummaging around the study, gathering everything we’re going to need. He gets bottles and mixers and herbs, and puts them all together in a bag that he hands to me. “You’re coming with me,” he says. “You’re going to be my assistant.”
“Really?”
“Don’t act so surprised. I’m a very nice dragon.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He scoffs and leaves the room. I scurry along behind him, trying my best not to stare at his perfectly sculpted backside. Seriously. Fucking dragons. How do they get to look like that? I never go naked around Fablestone. Never. It’s not just because I’m human, either. It’s because I’m not perfect like the dragons are.
The woman are lovely, curvy, and sweet. They’re strong and fierce and they have these incredible muscles, but me?
My bottom is a little…soft. I don’t think “mushy” is the right word, but I’m never going to be as toned as Donald is right now.
“What are you worrying about?” He stops, turning around.
“Excuse me?”
“Your scent,” he says, cocking his head, studying me. “Your scent just changed. You’re worried. Why?”
“I…”
I’ve never been good at lying. Not when someone asks me a direct question. If someone says something random and I want to deflect, that’s one thing. Lying outright? That’s not really my style.
So when Donald asks me why I’m worrying, I blurt out the truth.
“You have a really nice ass and I’m worried mine isn’t as great.”
A smirk covers his face, and he motions for me to turn around.
“What?” I squeak out, blushing. I can feel my cheeks positively burning.
“Turn around, Natalie, and I’ll tell you what I think.”
I don’t move, instead staring at him. He’s so different now. He’s serious, to be sure, but he’s also a little playful. I don’t remember that part of Donald. He was always so determined and busy studying. He never seemed to have time for fun. Not ever. Now, though, he’s asking me to turn around and show off my backside to him.
Is this something I’m ready for?
I mean, this is Donald, and we sort of have a mission: a pretty damn serious one. We should be hurrying to get to Dragon Isle and find this plant he’s been talking about. We shouldn’t be playing games. We shouldn’t be talking about our bottoms.
And I shouldn’t be feeling myself grow wet at the thought of Donald looking at me.
“What’s the matter, little human?” He asks. “Are you suddenly shy?”
I don’t say anything, and he clicks his tongue.
“Oh, Natalie, I’m disappointed. Here I thought you were this brave young woman. You made it through Storm Dawn and you made it through a snowstorm, but this is what gets you back? What’s the matter, darling? Haven’t you ever showed your sweet little bottom off to a dragon before?”
No, as a matter of fact, I haven’t. No one has ever seen my bottom, and I realize that’s pretty messed up and weird. For someone who grew up in a dragon clan around the sexual liberty and freedom that exists there, being a virgin among shifters is pretty weird. I’ll be the first to admit that.
Oh, I’ve done “stuff.”
I’ve given blowjobs and I’ve had my breasts played with, but no one has ever been below the waist on me before, and I’m very aware of this.
I also don’t like to back down from a challenge.
Donald’s “disappointment” is just the motivator I need, and I spin around quickly, stopping when my back is to him. He sucks in a breath so delicately I almost don’t hear it. If there was any noise in the cave at all, I wouldn’t have heard him, but I do.
“Well?” I ask, holding my hands out.