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Unknown Binding
First published November 27, 2020

Zane tugged of his coat, tossed it on the counter, and sauntered up to his dragon. Looping his arms around him from behind, he tucked his jaw in against his neck and breathed him in. “I missed you.”
“You’re mine,” Akiem said.
Zane threw an arm around his neck, making sure he didn’t escape. He might have said something, but Akiem thrust deep, and there were no words for this feeling of having him so close, having him inside. Having all of him.
“I’m all yours,” Zane breathed.

“Where do you want me?” Eroan whispered against his ear, and Lysander shuddered, his growl becoming a groan. His rough jaw skimmed Eroan’s. “You, on me.”

“Eroan Ilanea, you’re my everything. I don’t need a dragon, I’m all-dragon with you. I’m not going anywhere, because I have everything I need right here. I love you now, I loved you yesterday, and I’ll love you a hundred years from now. I’m never going to stop loving you because you’re my heart and my soul and my reason for living.”


“You know, some people appear strong, when inside they’re crumbling,” Zane said.
Lysander sighed and freed his brother, hastily wiping tears from his face. “They’ll be insufferable now.” He tilted his head toward the bar where two of the finest elves in all the known worlds patiently waited for their dragons to get their shit together.
“The streets here are real narrow,” Lysander showed him a gap between his hands, “and I hadn’t planned on shifting where I did. I tried to turn and got wedged between two buildings.”
Eroan poked his tongue into his cheek. “I see.”
“It’s not funny.” His smile said otherwise.
“What did Akiem do?”
“Stared, like I was a fucking idiot.”
Eroan snorted a laugh.
“Then he roared… the whole territorial thing.”
“And you—?”
“I sneezed. It’s the grass.”
Eroan laughed harder. “He was proclaiming himself the victor and you sneezed at him?”
“It’s not funny.”
“No,” he swallowed most of the laugh but some still slipped through, “of course not.”
"You know I'll always keep you safe," he told the wind, hoping that wherever Akeim was, he'd hear him in his heart and come home.
And now he truly was caught, and he couldn't think of anywhere else in all his travels he'd rather be, than pinned beneath Lysander, the Dragon King.
with all of him spread on the bed, he was a gift Eroan struggle not to unwrap.
“You are not who I pictured Akiem might fall for, but you’re absolutely what he needs.”

