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“He is fine,” Killian said, forcing himself upright and stroking Dravyn’s dragony cheek. “Mostly unharmed.”
“Thank you for defending this village,” Kaedan commented. “But do not risk your life again. Killian needs his mate. We will give you two a moment while I reassure everyone they are safe. Then I must murder the Arch Lich.”
Chander scoffed. “I love you, Kaedan, but you lack the power to kill me.”
“I shall just make you suffer instead,” Kaedan snapped.
“Plus, he will have our help,” Baxter argued.
“Dray, come with me and you can shift back to human form,” Killian coaxed. “I can use magick to cover you since your clothes were destroyed.”
Killian needed to hug Dravyn, thank him for his courage, and demand the man promise never to terrify him in the future.
Chapter 26
Dravyn had no regret about his actions earlier in Renata. His dragon had reacted instinctively. Killian had been in danger, and he had to protect him. Although the fight with the nefarious dragon had not ended the way he’d imagined, Dravyn knew he would’ve been the victor had Chander not intervened. However, Chander’s decision had quickened the beast’s death, and Dravyn was pleased with the outcome.
Thanks to the amount of magick Killian had used that afternoon, he’d enlisted the help of his sister to grow everything necessary for the dance. Aloisa had eagerly come to her brother’s aid, and Dravyn was seated next to Clara in the ring of chairs where Kaedan and several other warlocks were filling the night sky with song. Calm and fully mended from his earlier fight, Dravyn relaxed in a seat of wood and flowers while Killian grew food.
There were vines on Killian’s skin, and Dravyn was helpless against the rise of his cock. Killian was gorgeous with his low-slung braies and the gold flecks gleaming in his magnificent eyes. Both dragon and man were grateful Fate thought them worthy of such an extraordinary man. Long gone was any fear of the power at Killian’s fingertips.
Magick was a wonderous thing, and the people surrounding Dravyn used theirs to enrich the lives of everyone they knew. It shamed Dravyn that no such cooperation existed any longer between dragons. Evil had been invited into dragonkind, and after the death of Drystan and Conley, it had found far too many places to flourish.
On a quiet afternoon in Renata, a dragon had appeared out of nowhere to burn away what was so recently built. For what purpose? None as far as Dravyn could tell. The dragon was unknown to everyone, and his sole intent had been to destroy. It was embarrassing to share the same species with such a creature.
To Dravyn’s shock, no one had blamed him or lumped him in the same category as the disgraceful dragon. Just as he had been at Dravyn’s first dance, he was welcomed with open arms. People greeted him by name, shook his hand, and congratulated him on Fate’s blessing. It was a humbling experience, and Dravyn intended to be worthy of the man who so eagerly served the Circle of Druids.
As if he’d summoned him, Killian stalked toward Dravyn. As he left the field where he and Aloisa had planted so many crops and trees, the vines on his skin slowly dissipated. Killian was gorgeous either way, but Dravyn longed to explore the beautiful plants crisscrossing his body.
“Are you well?” Killian asked, leaning over Dravyn to steal a kiss.
“Yes, it is a lovely night. Have you tired yourself fully?”
To Dravyn’s delight, instead of taking the chair next to him, Killian coaxed the branches to form a seat for two. Killian sat, and his thigh was squished against Dravyn’s. The heat of him beckoned Dravyn to touch, but he refused to do anything with such a large audience dancing about.
“Aloisa and I will both sleep well tonight,” Killian mused. His gaze collided with Dravyn’s, and the interest in those lightly gleaming irises was unmistakable. “Will you share my bed with me?”
There was no way to prevent the fire racing to his cheeks, but Dravyn refused to bow his head or shy away from his desires. “Do you promise to do more than snore at my side?”
Killian chuckled. “What makes you think I snore?”
“Because you are nearly perfect in every other way, so your faults must be harder to find.”
“Only nearly perfect?” Killian asked, one black brow raising.
“Yes, it is odd that I have never seen you with footwear.”
“I do not own any. Nor will I ever. I hate having my feet covered.”
“Do you not get dirty?”
“I am a druid, my magick keeps the dirt at bay.”
“There are such advantages to being a sorcerer.”
Killian leaned close and tucked a chunk of Dravyn’s hair behind his ear. Then he kissed Dravyn’s earlobe. “Yes, did you know I need not have oil on hand? My magick can create whatever we need.”
“Oil?” Dravyn asked dumbly. “Why would we need oil?”
