Page 20 of No Ordinary Drakeling
“We bought elven clothes too. I just wanted to try out the jeans tonight. They are nice, but my other pants were more comfortable.”
“That’s because you’re still not used to your underwear,” Zane remarked.
The thought of Ellery in nothing but a pair of jockeys made Chrysander’s head swim with lust. He mentally shook his head to clear the thoughts of whisking Ellery off to bed and forced himself back to reality. There were weeks to go before he would get to indulge in any sort of intimacy, but he hoped to use it to his advantage and learn more of his heart—if his damn schedule allowed it.
“Did the dragon trainer call?” Damian asked.
“Not yet. Hopefully this evening,” Zane replied.
“I’m afraid Damian and I need to grab some food before we head out,” Chrysander said.
“Aren’t you lucky Ellery and I already ordered it?” Zane teased as the four men headed toward the kitchen.
Chrysander fell onto his meal like a starving man—hours had passed since lunch. “Did you enjoy your day, Ellery?” he managed to ask in between bites.
“I did, how was yours?”
“Busy. Annoying. The usual. The press release about us is going to go out tomorrow. I’d like you to start attending Council sessions next week if you think you’re ready.”
Ellery’s green eyes met his, but Chrysander could not read his expression. The elf was apparently a master of keeping his thoughts to himself. “Zane has given me some books to read. I can be ready by Monday.”
“I’m not going to throw you into the deep end. I’ll be there with you to explain everything,” Chrysander promised. He had every intention of guiding Ellery into his responsibilities without stepping on his toes or making him feel as if Chrysander were the teacher and he the student. They would be equals as they reigned over everyone, and Chrysander welcomed the idea of having a partner to rely upon.
“Thank you. I have quite a bit to learn.”
“I’m sorry this is overwhelming for you.”
The elf-drakeling hybrid cracked a smile. “I have decided to blame Fate.”
Chrysander laughed. “As long as you don’t blame me.”
“Could I ask you a question?”
“Didn’t I just tell you I’m here for you?” Chrysander asked gently.
“This one is more personal in nature.”
“Again, I’m your mate. Ask me anything.”
“I was curious about your family. Are you all related?” Ellery asked.
“Damian and I are twins—”
“I’m the oldest if anyone wants to know,” Damian interrupted with a grin.
“No one does,” Zane snarked.
“Our parents still live in the land of our birth and don’t belong to the Council,” Chrysander said, doing his best to keep his tone level. The last thing he wanted to discuss was his histrionic mother and father.
“Along with their mate. Like them, I know Fate’s going to give me two,” Damian responded.
Ellery’s arched brows drew together. “Is that common for dragons?”
“No, it’s very rare for shifters, but it does sometimes run in families,” Chrysander informed him.
“I will be honest. I am not sure how I would feel about having two mates. As far as I know, it does not happen to elves…at least not for Fen-Lynthi elves.”
“I’m as uncomfortable with the idea as you are, which is why I don’t believe Fate will do that to us,” Chrysander commented, hoping he was right. The last thing he wanted to do was share the beautiful elf in front of him. “Zane’s our brother as well, though we don’t share blood. His father was killed when he was seven, and he’s been with Damian and me since.”
