Tags:
Fiction,
Erótica,
Romance,
Fantasy fiction,
Fantasy,
Paranormal,
Adult,
Twins,
Dragons,
Erotic Fiction,
Triangles (Interpersonal relations)
scary.
“Draconia.” He searched her eyes for something, but she didn’t know what. “I was heading to the Northern Lair.”
She tilted her head, considering his outlandish words. This had to be some kind of joke. “Are you an actor, or maybe a role player, or something? Is there an SCA event going on that nobody told me about?”
“SCA? What is that?”
“The Society for Creative Anachronism. You know, the guys who dress up in old-time garb and fight with swords, pretending to be knights from medieval times? They like to pretend it’s a few hundred years ago, and men still rule by the sword.”
“I’m a knight,” he said softly, “but I do not belong to this society you speak of. I am a subject of King Roland of Draconia. To whom do you owe your allegiance?”
“Look—” she sighed and shook her head, “—the act is cute, but this is the twenty-first century and I don’t have time to play games with you. Can I help you find your way out of these woods or what? You look like you could use some medical attention. I can drive you into town so you can get that arm looked at by a doctor. What do you say?”
“The wound is minor. I do not need a doctor. I could, however, use a place to wash up. Can you direct me to water?”
She hesitated about inviting him in to her cabin, but what else could she do? Her special senses continued to insist that he was a good guy. She trusted her instincts. They’d never steered her wrong in the past. But having this huge man in her tiny cabin was a daunting prospect.
“Sure.” She made a snap decision. “Follow me. You can use my bathroom.”
“You have my thanks.”
She led the way into her cabin, pointing him to the bathroom. He was closer than he had been outdoors, and she got her first good whiff of his scent.
Sweet Mother of All.
If her nose didn’t lie…
He was her mate.
The willowy beauty led him in moments to a strangely built cabin, but he only barely noticed the structure. No, his eyes were firmly glued to the delectable curves of her ass as she walked. She was a rare beauty, her eyes slightly tilted at the corners, and her skin held a golden glow unlike any in his land. To him, she looked exotic…and beautiful.
“Be careful, Brother.” Connor’s voice flowed through his mind. “It could be a trap.”
“If so, I don’t think I want to escape,” Darius teased, his eyes on the woman. He knew his brother was aloft in the trees, watching what he could.
“Just remember, the female of many species is often deadlier than the male.” Connor’s dragonish chuckle followed him into the building.
She led him into the small structure and warmth assailed him. The outdoors had been brisk, with a hint of rain in the air. Inside her cabin it was snug and warm. He saw a banked fire in the fireplace along one wall. Overall the place was tidy and clean in a way that didn’t exist in his homeland. Surfaces gleamed as if they were made of rock or polished metal. Simple folk in Draconia led bountiful lives, but they didn’t possess items like those he saw on his path through the main room.
“What’s it like inside?” Connor asked.
“A cabin. Fabric covered furniture, warm fabric rugs on the floor. Many strange objects I do not recognize. Many books. An eclectic mix of possessions.” The brothers could see through each other’s eyes, but it was both physically and magically draining. As a result, they tended to save that ability for when it was truly necessary. “This is like no home I’ve ever seen in Draconia or any of the lands we’ve visited. Now leave off before she thinks me addled. I will report back when there is something to report.”
His hostess turned to him as she closed the door.
“Your home is lovely,” he said, for lack of anything better to say. She already thought him odd from the comments she’d made outside. He didn’t want to make it any worse.
“Thank you.” She strode across the room and opened a small door
Massimo Carlotto, Anthony Shugaar