Page 89 of Silent Jay

Now, he advised the earth dragon council. He had the respect of his peers, freedom to do whatever he wanted, and unlimited resources.

I chewed my lower lip. It was what he didn’t talk about that drew my attention. Friends. He didn’t mention a single name outside of his work. Although he didn’t say it outright, he was lonely. His insecurity about his dick didn’t help. My heart bled for him.

Men had no control or choice in that department. And what they did with it was way more important than the organ itself.

Something tugged at my memory….

The sound of silk sliding against silk whispered in my ears. Warm fingers caressed my stiff sides before coming to rest on my hips. Someone jerked me forward, and I gasped. I tried to focus on the sensations, but the moment I did, they slipped through my memory….

I found myself sitting in Og’s bed. One hand rested against my clit while the other would have been gripping the hilt of the dagger I used to keep on my lower back.

Why was I touching myself?

Because Og’s dick gave you a filthy, filthy wet dream.

I flexed my dagger hand.

I don’t think that’s right.

A shiver ran down my spine. Bone-deep knowledge of something wrong with my memory thudded in my soul.

I needed my magic back.

Still dressed in Og’s cherry blossom pajamas, I slid out of his bed and crept toward the center of his cave. Dragon Og slept, leaning against the only entrance so no one could get in or out. I didn’t particularly appreciate being trapped, but I got it. No one could hurt me, and I couldn’t hurt anyone. I would have done the same.

It was also comforting to see a dragon shifter spending extended time in their dragon form. Magic liked balance. Og understood that on a fundamental level. I wasn’t sure anyone else on this island did. It filled me with a sense of ease that made his cave feel more like home than Graeagle ever had.

Og’s massive brown and green scaled gut rose and fell as he slept with his nose pointed toward me. I tiptoed up to his snout and stood on my tippy toes to caress the heat spot between his eyes. Og purred, his cave rumbling with the sound. He nuzzled closer to me and uncurled his legs, stretching them out. When I didn’t resume my caress, he nudged me. Only he was a massive dragon pushing on a magicless human.

With an oomph, I stumbled backward and caught myself on the edge of his little kitchen table. One of his delicate porcelain bowls, which we had not been allowed to eat out of, fell off and shattered.

Shit.

Instantly, the ground under Og shuddered, and the earth swirled before engulfing dragon Og’s body. As the dirt settled, Og strode forward with a hammock of scales, keeping his dessert stick firmly in place.

‘I’m so sorry,’ I tried to say, having flashbacks to my time in Slain the Great’s lair. Dragons do not like anyone messingwith their hoards. But all that came out was, “Squeak, squeeeak, squeak.”

I cringed and bent down to try and salvage the pieces, but Og pulled me up before I touched them.

“They're sharp. You’ll cut yourself.”

I jerked back in surprise while he wrapped me in his arms and nuzzled my neck.

“No one’s ever rubbed my sun spot before.” He purred. “I want to keep you forever.”

I laugh-squeaked awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Golden Retriever: all joy and optimism, pretty much my polar opposite.

With a groan, Og pulled away from me. “Sorry. It’s the dragon in me and, well, you. You’re amazing, Jay, and I’ll back off. Just friends, I remember.” He cupped my cheek. “But even as just friends, it won’t change how beautiful you are. Inside and out.”

I squirmed and pulled further away from him, my gaze catching the sea of yellow paper strewn around his table from our ‘conversation.’ I needed to burn these. They contained more of my technical magic history than I’d ever told anyone. I’d even sketched out the binding runes that slippery bastard Marduk used on me eight hundred years ago. Despite their dark nature, they were timeless in their efficiency.

And Ogden hadn’t judged me. Not once.

He likes you. Likes you, you.

He’s a kid, and I gave him his first BJ.

He’s thirty-two and brilliant. Just because he’s sweet doesn’t mean he’s a kid. Let him in.

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