“Make mine a double.”
It was disgusting but from Miazydar’s persistent licking, I realised I had spider blood or goo or whatever they had inside their bodies, on my scalp as well as baby spiders. Once he’d dispatched them, he’d started on clean up. After a couple shots of Shay, the tension leaked from my body and Miazydar’s ministrations were just relaxing. “All ready for your first day of school?” Jez said brightly, though the slurred words somewhat ruined the effect.
“You mean Battle Royale: University Edition? The VC effectively announced that my dragon was up for grabs if they could get rid of me.”
Not going to happen.
I dunno, some of them looked kind of tough.
Can they stand 1000 degree flames shot at them? No, they cannot. I’m not sure what passes for bonding here, but if they think me some biddable lunk to be led around by the nose, they have another thing coming.
I love you.
Yes, I know. Are you going to be one of those overly affectionate drunks, because you could easily redirect that towards the man next to you. His skin is flushed, his breathing is becoming more rapid, his nipples have—.
Do not finish that thought. Do. Not. He actually listened to me for a change. I still love you.
Yes, yes, perhaps you should have a shower now. I managed to get most of the spider remains from your hair but not all.
I need a few more of these to tackle that place again, I said with a shudder, then helped myself to another slosh from the bottle.
12
I woke with a start when my alarm went off. My head hurt, my eyes ached and I felt a warm, heavy, weight on top of me. I groaned, rubbing my eyes and then scratching my hair, frowning when it felt coarse and stiff. When I squinted at my hand, some kind of flaky yellow stuff was stuck to my fingertips and my alarm was still blaring. I tried to reach over to the bedside table but was stopped short by whatever had me pinned to the mattress. I wriggled, then tried to pull my body free, but no dice. “Bloody hell, Miazydar!” I said, elbowing him in what I hoped was the ribs. “I’ve got to get up!”
I heard an answering groan and then felt him shift, getting free so I could lean over and turn off the goddamned alarm before a long, hard body pushed against my back, one part that much harder than the rest of it.
Miazydar, where are you?
On this damned eyrie. I quite like the strategic advantage it gives me, but the lack of protection from the early morning sun is unforgivable, particularly with all the caterwauling coming from you three last night.
Oh no. Oh bloody no. I twisted my spine and looked over my shoulder and there, snoring lightly, was Flea. A naked Flea? My eyes slipped lower, one part horrified, one part hopeful, but I couldn’t tell as a sheet covers his hips. I needn’t have worried; I was about to find out. A heavy arm was slung around my waist, sleepy lips dropping a few kisses in my hair and then he shifted. Yep, we were both naked as I felt his bare cock pushing in against my bare arse. Oh no indeed.
I rolled free, his hands groping for me in a few groggy gestures, but I kept avoiding them in a series of jerks. The problem was I was running out of bed. I shuffled back one more time, then ended up flat on my back on the floor.
“Shit!” Flea’s head appeared bleary-eyed over the side of the bed. “Oh, shit!” he said, taking in my naked body.
Fuck, I was lying there, hungover, clothesless and blinking at the harsh light of morning. My hands clapped to my breasts, then one shifted to my groin. Flea rapidly pulled the sheet free, rearing up to throw it over me, leaving me with a very nice view of all his abdomen muscles, taut and straining, his hard cock slapping against them.
For a moment we just sat there, frozen, my eyes on him, his wide as he watched mine caress his dick. I got twinges deep inside me, remembering how that felt going in, what it would be like to do it again. I shook my head, breaking the silence, forcing myself to pull the sheet around myself, not getting up until I’m virtually mummified. “I have to—,” I say.
“Yep,” Flea nods.
I shuffled out of the room as quickly as I could, but when I looked over my shoulder, just before I’m out, I saw Flea, laying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
The breakfast bell chimed as I opened the front door. “Shit, shit, shit,” I said, looping my bag so it hung across my body and about to make a run for it when Miazydar landed right in front of me.
“Quick,” he said, nodding to his back. I scrambled on and he leapt up, coasting over to the dining hall in a low sweep.
“Thanks!”
A horde of students looked on, eyes wide as he came to a stop in front of the hall. I hugged his neck, his great head coming to rest on my shoulder as I did so, before releasing me to join the others. The group of students around me was conspicuously quiet as I walked inside the door, though there were plenty of whispers elsewhere.
“You’re very brave, showing your beast off like that,” Alden said, appearing by my side.
“Here we go,” Rylan said, with a roll of his eyes.
“Displays of affection are used constantly in advertising. Captures the hearts and minds of the merits. These people were raised on stories of Binky the Bashful Dragon,” Alden said, his gaze raking across the student body.