Page 72 of Bite Me

But, if he wasn’t dead, how the hell was he hearing the First Dragon talk to him?

“Yes, I have always been this handsome. See that scale right there,” he used a talon to point to one particular scale on his chest with a brilliant blue color, “that's where you get your color from.”

“Sweetheart. There are a lot of Galla dragons around, I don't think we have time for your preening.”

The First Dragon leaned forward and not so quietly whispered, “She loves my preening, especially when it comes to my cock. I manscape for her, you know. You should think about doing that too.”

TMI, First Dragon, TMI.

Also, manscaping? The First Dragon was thousands of years old when he’d died, over seven hundred years ago. How did he know about manscaping?

Shouldn’t it be called dragonscaping?

Ky’s head was going to explode.

He did not need to know about the first Dragon and the White witch's sex life. God, he hoped they didn't know about his. If they were some sort of spirits from the afterlife, they could probably go around spying on any of their children, checking in to see if they are being naughty or nice.

Ky had definitely been naughty--very, very naughty--when it came to sex with Jada. He had every intention of getting naughtier. Assuming these two were here to help him get out of here and back to her.

He wondered if anyone else had ever imagined the first Dragon wearing a Santa hat? The White Witch could totally pull off a sexy Mrs. Claus costume.

Oh my God, what was he saying?

He must be feeling better if his mind could come up with weird shit like that.

“I don't think preening means what you think it means.”

The First Dragon rolled his eyes for only Ky to see. Then he whispered again this time so that the White Witch wouldn't hear. “She thinks I'm as dumb as you.”

She smacked him on the wing. “He's not dumb, Kur-Jara is getting more aggressive. We didn't expect him to go this far, at least not this soon.”

Wait, so that had to mean that the First Dragon and the White Witch new about Kur-Jara’s evil plans.

They needed to tell him. Ky tried to get their attention but got out nothing more than a small groan.

The White Witch turned her back on him, and Ky swore he saw her put her fist to her mouth, as if she were holding back sobs. Before he could even be sure though, she moved away. “You two talk a little shop, I'm going to try to find our little red Dragon.”

If there was another Dragon down here they should try to escape together. There was no way they were talking about Match, were they?

“Damn. I upset her.” The first Dragon began pacing in front of Ky clearly not thinking about the advice he was supposed to be giving. Ky was in no position to remind him.

“You'd think after a few couple of centuries, I'd have her figured out. Women. Am I right? You've got your hands full with that pretty little succubus.”

Ky would gladly have his hands full of Jada. He adored the way Jada's ass filled his hands, Jada's tits filled his mouth, Jada's heart filled his soul.

“Well, I've pissed her off already, might as well go big or go home.”

The First Dragon raised his head and stared down at Ky with an intensity that bore into him.

“Because she's not here, and can't hear us, I will let you in on a little secret, boy. But if you tell her I said anything, I'll turn your scales brown with orange polka-dots. You got me?“

It wasn't like Ky was going to refuse.

“There're a lot of mates running around these parts. You get that mermaid girl and get her out of here. Your brother's been waiting on her.”

So Azynsa was a mate. But whose? By brother did he mean a dragon or one of the other Wyverns? If a mermaid was going to be anyone's mate, she'd be best suited to a blue. Ky couldn't imagine her with a gold. Where would they live?

He felt like he should say yes, sir. But he still hadn't recovered his voice.

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