Page 72 of Distinctly Daray
“I loved it. We’re definitely doing that again.”
“Yep. I had so much fun.”
“I wonder why everyone went inside though; they could’ve stayed out here. There’s a changing room to give us privacy.”
Keegan shrugged as Victor laced their fingers together. “I don’t know, but it gives me the opportunity to shower Phillip with praise for a minute before we have to share him with everyone.”
“I bet Teverild has some awesome pictures of us.”
“We’ll have to add at least one to our bedroom…oh, and our offices.”
The sound of Phillip’s boots crunching across the dirt had Keegan turning toward their mate with a smile, but it died at the stony expression on the sentinel’s face.
“What’s wrong?” Victor asked.
“We should have discussed safety,” Phillip stated. The muscle of his jaw flexed as he narrowed his eyes at Keegan. “Why would you stand up? Have you lost your mind? What if you had fallen?”
“Victor stood and ran off, so—”
“Victor is a cat,” Phillip gritted out. “Physics apply much differently to him when he is in cat form, unlike your human frame.”
“Phillip, I’m a fallen knight. I can’t die from a fall. Nothing can kill me.”
“Will you next try to argue that you cannot be hurt?” Phillip demanded, his gray gaze furious. “Because you are deluding yourself if you think that having your every bone broken and your organs liquefied won’t be painful.”
“I was leaning on your head; I wasn’t even balanced on my own two feet. I’m okay, Phillip.”
“Go give him a hug and assure him you’re fine,” Victor instructed softly.
Keegan wasn’t sure if Victor was encouraging him or Phillip to offer the hug, but he ran forward and was crushed in the sentinel’s strong embrace. A pair of slender arms cocooned him closer to Phillip, and Keegan closed his eyes to better enjoy the feel of both his mates.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” Keegan murmured.
“I did not mean to yell at you. My dragon panicked. He insisted we get to the ground slow and as steady as possible so you would not be hurt.”
“Is that why you didn’t flap your wings again after we were airborne?” Keegan asked, soothing Phillip by massaging his back.
“He was paralyzed with fear.”
“Next time, I’ll stay seated. I mean, I hope you’ll still let me fly with you because it was one of the best experiences of my life.”
“I loved it. My dragon loved having you both there. Right up until you followed Victor up my spine.”
Keegan kissed Phillip’s cheek and shifted so he could better hug both his men. “Sorry.”
“Normally, I would admonish you for apologizing, but I think my dragon needed to hear that. I wish I had not reacted with such anger, but my dragon—”
“Is a very strong dragon that we all love, so don’t worry about it, Spicy. We’re good.”
“Hold on to me for a minute longer. Then I really need a beer.”
With a chuckle, Keegan smiled. “And we really need to get a peek at whatever pictures Teverild took.”
“I think I will pass for tonight,” Phillip said. “My dragon may erupt into fear again if you are standing in any of them.”
Feeling terrible for the anxiety he’d caused Phillip’s dragon, Keegan brushed their lips together. “You relax with your beer, and we’ll make sure you only see pictures where I’m sitting and holding Victor.”
“I am glad you both flew with me,” Phillip said. “I want you to know that. It was a lovely experience, and I am happy you wished to share it with me.”
