Page 28 of Meet Me in the Stars

“Sometimes the old timers call it our fate star,” I grinned at him. “It comes from the Other World. See, we’re not just dragons or maybe we’re just dragons, but we’re sort of witches because we’re dragons. Well, Earthside called us that anyway. I think our flight just never forgot we were dragons.”

“I don’t think dragons can forget they’re dragons,” Fred laughed, his cynicism gone for the moment.

“I meant my flight didn’t forget just how much magic we have.”

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped himself. He hadn’t fallen silent on my account since we met. Maybe he was warming up to me after all.

“How’d it come about over there?” he asked.

“Do you want a blow job or a history lesson?”

“Why can’t I have both? Why is it one or the other?”

“You’re really hard,” I said, glancing at his crotch.

“Yeah. It’s a dick. That’s what it does. It knows how to wait. That’s part of the fun. It’s okay to let the tension build.”

“I guess so,” I said not wanting to give away that I’d done all the waiting in the universe.

Sex wasn’t taboo for us Starscales. As long as everyone was old enough to drink the old whiskey (twenty) and willing, sex was whatever those involved wanted it to be or not to be. It was definitely a not to be for me. Not for the lack of suitors, but because I was waiting. I was scheming and planning. I was busy changing history if things worked out my way. No, I wasn’t changing it. I was shaping it. And maybe not history.

“It’ll be history one day,” my dragon chimed into my thoughts. “Everything that comes to pass is history one day.”

“Before our flight left the Other World,” I started speaking before he asked anymore questions about my personal life before he arrived, “the leaders wanted a way for us to all know each other. We were a big flight, and we always have lots of eggs. They wanted us to know each other ten or a hundred generations out. So they crafted the original scales for everyone to wear. Then through some form of generational magic, sometimes called saga magic here, they made it so it was a gene that would pass down over and over. They break sometimes. Sometimes they fall off or whatever and a soul will get separated from our group for a while, but they usually always find their way back to us.”

I nuzzled just above the waistband after I finished speaking. How much would the claiming vows fill him in on? Would it be enough for us to live our lives here together? Shit! Would he want to stay here? My plan only went as far as getting him here. I didn’t have a way to make him want to stay, if I wasn’t enough.

“You smell sad,” Fred said, rubbing his toe against my calf.

“Thinking about the future,” I sighed.

“Future rumination can kill you, dude. I’d know.”

“If I prove who I am will you stop calling me that?” I rose up on my knees between his legs.

“Does it bother you that much?” He arched a brow and his expression turned serious.

“Coming from you, it does.”

“What? Do you expect me to call you my little flower now?” he laughed.

“No,” I shook my head. “I don’t need a pet name. I just need some verbal confirmation that I’m something to you. That I’m not the only one who feels all this.”

“You’re something,” he nodded. “A mystery. A paradox. A possible threat.”

“On second thought, maybe I won’t suck your dick.”

“Okay,” he shrugged.

“And you’d be okay with stopping just like that?” I furrowed my brow, a little wounded on my ego.

“If you don’t consent, shit doesn’t happen,” he shrugged.

“How are you an asshole and insufferably honorable?”

“I’m not. Yeah, I’m an asshole, but if that’s your bar for insufferably honorable maybe we should’ve tried roasting some of the alphas here instead of you.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, so I didn’t grin. I didn’t need him to protect me. Starscale 1 was a safe world, and I survived his enraged attack no worse for wear, but something deep inside me loved the idea of him wanting to burn down empires for me.

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