Dancing with the Dragon, Chosen

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Dancing with the Dragon: Chapter 35, Waiting Game, Copyright 2018 Tripp Savidge. All rights are reserved. Do not duplicate or distribute in any form without express permission of the author.

Dancing with the Dragon Chapter 35: Waiting Game by Tripp Savidge

• Scene 1 *

"Skye, honey... you need to eat," Nancy said laying her hand on Skye's.

Ha! Told you, Garrett mentally chided.

Skye turned and gave Garrett his best glare. His mate was seated across the table from him, between River and Gregg. "Not really hungry."

"But it's so amazing!" Gregg chimed in as he took another bite of the steak.

Skye cut off a small piece and chewed. How can I eat when Rilien is in trouble? He could be hurt or in pain. They could be torturing him...

"Stop." Garrett kicked Skye under the table. Though it looked rather comical given he had to slouch down in his chair to reach him. You're doing it again. Quit. There's nothing we can do right now and you making yourself sick won't help him. You need to be ready and at full strength when they tell us, we 'can' take action. Besides, if he were conscious and they were doing anything you'd know.

"Oh, dear. Please try to eat a little more. You barely touched the chowder, and it was one of your favorites." Nancy gave him one of her "looks." The one that made Skye feel protected and loved. He'd seen it anytime he or River was sick or upset. "At least eat what you can now, and if you get hungry later, I'll make you something."

Skye cut the steak in half, giving him a portion that at one time he would have thought to be huge and slid the other half aside. Dragons and their metabolism, he thought before he felt the mental poke.

'Our metabolism, thank you. If I need to take over just step back. I'll make sure we eat.' Skye's dragon whispered in his mind.

"Wait! You're not going to eat that?" Gregg asked in horror.

"No, I know it's good. It's just..."

Skye's grandmother sighed in delight as she took a bite of her own. Her portion looked tiny in comparison to what he'd cut off his steak.

"You like it?" Skye asked still aware of Gregg's eyes on him - and the look of disbelief.

"I only ever got steak this good at restaurants, and that was rare. We could never afford to buy this quality and goodness... if you and River had this appetite then, we'd have never been able to feed you."

Skye decided against telling her it wasn't likely to be beef or available anywhere on Earth. He'd given up on guessing the origins of what he ate - if it tasted good, he wasn't going to worry about it.

"Isn't leaving steak like that a crime or something?" Gregg asked looking at the juicy slab going to waste.

"Do you want it?" Skye smiled as Gregg's eyes went wide with food lust. It was an expression he was used to seeing on his mate's face, but only as it related to sex, not food.

"Please..." Gregg whimpered.

**Werewolves' appetites rival dragons. And a good piece of meat like this is to him as good as, possibly even better than sex," Garrett explained.

**Obviously he doesn't have a mate like you. No way any food compares to sex with you."

Garrett smiled ear to ear. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Skye saw his grandmother giving him a reproving glance. "What?"

"Skye, dear, speaking mind-to-mind at the table is as impolite as whispering."

"But..." How could she know? Garrett could tell me he loves me without having a reason.

"I've known you since you were little, dear. I can tell," Nancy replied.

"Busted!" River said with a laugh.

"You do it as much as he does, I just haven't called you on it," Nancy said pointing her knife at River.

Skye snickered. Back at ya, little Bro.

Nancy smacked Skye's arm.

"Hey, what was that for?"

"You know very well. Eat your dinner or no dessert."

"I'm a bit old for you to be holding back dessert." Skye objected.

"You're never too old. Ask your grandfather, he'll tell you."

Skye looked down the table; his grandfather was laughing and talking with Bianchi and oblivious to the conversation. She wouldn't. "You don't mean..."

"Yes, dear. When he misbehaves, no dessert."

"Maybe I should talk to you about your techniques, Nancy. It seems that I struggle with managing your grandson. Perhaps you could advise me." Garrett said.

"I'd be glad to, but please Garrett, remember you agreed to call me Grandma."

"Um..." Gregg started.

"Sorry." Skye slid his plate over to Gregg so he could spear the unloved piece of steak.

"Thank you. Damn, this is so good." Gregg immediately began on the proffered steak.

"So, Grandma, how'd you get access to the kitchen? Anytime I've gotten near, they shoo me back to a dining room and make me tell them what I want."

"A strategic trade. The chef agreed to let me use the kitchen as long as I shared my recipes with him. Then I nabbed that handsome young, white- haired, Feired. He'd already been asking about your favorites, so we agreed to work together. He and the chef are teaching me about the ingredients that are available here and some good basic recipes, and I'm sharing the ones from home."

"But how, you had to leave in a hurry? You remember all your recipes in your head?"

"No, dear. My recipe box and your baby books were my first picks on what to grab when they said I had to hurry."

"Lucky for us."

Charlie burst out into laughter, loud enough that all heads turned. He threw up his hands in apology and resumed his conversation with those around him.

"You doing okay, Grandma?"

"Oh, yes. It's wonderful to see him having such a good time. I haven't seen that sparkle in his eyes since Gary was alive."

"And you're okay with it?" River asked.

"Anything that makes him that happy? How could I object? I love that man with all my heart. But look at how Luca makes him smile."

"Luca?" Skye asked.

"Colonel Bianchi... such a handsome, sweet man."

"You sure grandpa has 'all' your heart, maybe Luca stole a piece," Skye teased.

She laughed and squeezed Skye's hand. "Maybe. He's been so good to both of us. He's very kind and so easy to talk to. I might be a little jealous, but to see Charlie that full of life again, I'll just learn to deal with it."

That's so sweet, Garrett said in Skye's mind. I think they both have the hots for our instructor. Can you tell if it's mutual?

Skye reached out with his mind and easily found the Silver Shrike. It didn't take any probing; the thoughts were all there on the surface. Yup. Mutual. I think for both of them, not just Grandpa.

That was fast.

Yeah, it was. Makes me a little suspicious. Skye looked down at the dessert placed in front of him. He could feel his grandmother's eyes on him, even if she wasn't saying anything. "How about half?"

"It's a start," Nancy replied.

"Garrett, you want the other half?"

"No. Give it to Gregg, I think he might be starving."

"You'll make him fat!" Bryan called out. He was seated a couple of seats away but obviously heard the conversation.

"Wolves don't get fat," Gregg said tersely, eyeing Skye's dessert being slid across the table.

• Scene 2 *

Skye sat in a daze as he watched Dillon turning down the bed.

"You haven't heard anything?"

"No, nothing. And the bond is still here, but I don't think he's conscious." Skye turned as Garrett stepped into the room and took a seat beside him on the couch, taking Skye's hand in his.

"We'll get through this and Ril will be okay."

"Do you think they took him by mistake?" Dillon asked, hugging the bed pillow to his chest. He looked stricken, and Skye knew he was really upset by Rilien's kidnapping.

"What do you mean?" Garrett asked.

"What if they were looking for me... you know... because of..."

Skye stood and went to Dillon, pulling him into his arms. "No, Dillon. This has nothing to do with you. He was taken on his way back from the Mage Hall, not someplace you'd be. Besides, you two don't look anything alike."

"We're both elves and what if they thought he was the one who could have a dragonling?"

"No, Dillon, please don't feel you had any part in this. We don't know who did it or why and when we do; we'll deal with it. Argos made sure any record of your test results were purged. No one else knows."

"But, what if..."

Skye put his fingers over Dillon's lips, silencing him. "No. Let's not start guessing about 'what ifs.'" Skye turned to Garrett. Would you mind?

Of course not. Though I think every one of our wing would opt for sleeping in a big dragon pile if they could. This has hit all of them hard.

Not the ones who aren't bonded to us - they just seem confused.

And maybe a little resentful. I'm betting that lots of the guys decide to share beds until we get him back, Garrett sent with a wink.

"Dillon, why don't you sleep with us tonight?"

"You sure?" The relief rolled off the elf in waves. Skye knew he didn't want to be alone.

"Very."

Before long, Skye was snuggled up against Dillon's back under the covers. He no longer gave thought to sleeping in the nude; it was just what they did. He snickered into the nape of Dillon's neck as Dillon wiggled his ass against him.

"That's not conducive to sleeping," Skye murmured feeling his cock stiffen.

"What isn't?" Garrett asked sliding in behind Skye.

Skye was ready to answer, but it came out more like a moan as Garrett licked up his neck as his swollen cock slid up against Skye's ass.

"Mmmm. Hey, Dillon. What say we make a Skye sandwich?"

"Sounds good to me." Dillon pushed back a little more insistently as Garrett wrapped his arm around the both of them and pulled them together.

"Are you trying to distract me?" Skye asked. It was getting harder to think as Garrett continued to kiss and lick, as his leaking cock began massaging up and down Skye's crack. But the thought of having Garrett inside him, loving him, filled him with warmth. Maybe, just maybe it would drive some of the cold away that had seeped in with his worry over Rilien.

"Uh huh... is it working?" Garrett nibbled Skye's skin as his hand guided Skye's cock to Dillon's entrance. Dillon and Garrett worked together until Skye was firmly seated in silky warmth.

"Yeah..." Skye moaned as he felt Garrett begin to enter him.

"Good."

• Scene 3 *

Skye concentrated and slid his claws into the small opening between the stones as he clung to the wall. His wings tucked a little tighter as he made sure Dillon was hidden and protected. He'd found that if he shifted his shoulders forward and spread his wings slightly, he could completely cover his rider and hide him from view.

This time, it is going to work, Skye said to himself as he climbed up the corner between the bastion and the curtain wall. This was the fourth attempt - the prior three had been complete failures with his guards finding him easily before he got his rider to the center of the ruined bailey. He froze when he heard and sensed the dragon flying overhead. He tucked into the corner as best he could and imagined himself as part of the wall.

The dragon and rider soon flew on and Skye took a deep breath and felt Dillon's reassuring hug around his neck. He wished they could speak mind- to-mind, but that was one of the rules for the exercise, no telepathy. Skye took it one step further and dampened the bonds with his wing on this attempt. It freaked him, as well as his wing, to lose the connection, but it occurred to him that it was also how they continued to find him. With the bond, they always knew where he was. Even with his stealth and almost invisibility - they 'felt' him.

'Concentrate. We can do this,' his dragon encouraged.

Fortunately, Garrett was not part of this trial. Even Colonel Bianchi recognized that bond-mates couldn't hide from each other, even if Skye did suppress their bond. If this worked, he'd suggest the same for River when it was his turn to make the run.

Skye gripped the corbel and lifted his head so he could see through the crenel before he ducked back down. He flexed his shoulder to let Dillon know to hang on. He checked again to make sure the guards on the wall walk were focused elsewhere, then as silently as he could he slipped over the wall, across the walkway, and over the ledge. Skye moved to the shadow of the tower on the inside of the curtain wall and held still.

He could hear them talking, expressing both concern and surprise that he hadn't been spotted yet. Skye added a silent curse on Bianchi. Even though his men were fiercely loyal, knowing if he was successful they'd been promised a day of practicing drops, they were determined to make sure he didn't succeed.

Skye felt Kuai and Fiske before he heard or saw them. Kuai was flying along the top of the wall, as he and his rider scanned for signs of movement. His passage making barely a whisper of sound. Skye tugged his wings tight over Dillon and pressed even closer to the wall. He was still a little in awe of how smoothly Kuai moved through the air. Unlike most of the dragons Skye had seen, Kuai was more snake-like with a long serpentine body and four legs ending in felid-like paws. He slithered through the air in a graceful glide. His beautiful scales of gold, blues, and greens shimmering in the sunlight.

When Kaui had flown on, Skye began carefully climbing down the inside wall. He reached the ground and searched out the deeper shadows near the heaps of rubble. Skye was too large to hide behind the piles, but it helped him blend in. He scanned the inner bailey and felt Dillon put pressure on his left side. He turned and saw a couple of his men walking toward them, eyes on the upper walls. He slowed his breathing and held as still as he could until they passed.

Slowly climbing over the piles, he made a circuitous route to the odd metal trapezoid floating a foot off the ground in between the curtain wall and the remnants of the keep. He was almost there when he heard the faint clicks from Dillon releasing the safety clips. I hope the others didn't hear, he thought with trepidation as he felt Dillon shift in the saddle. He crept along the ground trying to move as slowly and as smoothly as he could. Skye tried not to think of how big he was or the improbability of anything the size of a tractor-trailer - sneaking.

Skye lowered his right wing and felt Dillon slide down his shoulder and over the tough membrane and scales of his wing. He scooped the elf forward, guiding him to the platform and hopefully success. Dillon leaped to the floating disk, his platinum suit and helmet catching the light now that he was in the open. As he knelt down placing his hand in the center of the concentric circles on the platform, the trapezoid began glowing before a column of blue light surrounded him and a loud chime sounded, echoing off the walls of the ruined castle.

"YES!" Dillon cried out, punching his fist in the air.

Skye felt a burst of pride and a nudge from his dragon. Then he heard the collective groan as his "opponents" realized they'd failed. Kuai and Corbin flew in and landed in the bailey, quickly discharging their riders as the others came from their positions in and around the ruins.

River was the first to arrive, wrapping his arms around Skye's snout as he bent down to greet his brother. He let out a snort as his dragon grumbled about not being able to smell him properly. The armored cold suits kept them warm, and flight suits were great for the riders, but they tended to insulate their scent from dragons. Great for hiding, not for keeping friendly dragons happy.

"You fucking did it! Guess you're not as much of a douche as I thought."

Skye growled. Not amused 'little' brother.

"Ha! Who's little? Bigger than you."

Not at the moment. I think I could eat you in one bite.

River rubbed Skye's snout and hugged. Nah, I'd give you indigestion. I'm proud of you. You'll have to tell me how you did it. I couldn't feel you at all and guarantee no one saw you. No one is looking forward to doing more drops tomorrow.

"Good job, Prince Skye. I've got to say I'm impressed." Bianchi had approached while Skye was mind-speaking with River.

Skye gave a nod.

"So can all platinums do that?"

"Do what?" River asked.

"Blend in... become invisible?"

"No idea. I can't control it yet, but it's happened to me a couple of times. Freaked Nik out big time. How do you lose a dragon? Ya know. Skye's pretty good at turning it on and off, but he can also change at will."

Skye gave a snort of agreement. Tell him it's more of blending in than becoming invisible. Sort of like the chameleons.

Why don't you tell him?

I don't like talking in dragon form. Too loud and it feels funny.

"Skye wanted me to tell you that we don't become invisible so much as we blend in."

"Well it's certainly a useful skill. We'll see how well you do."

River groaned. "You didn't have to remind me."

"And you Dillon, excellent partnering. You're a natural. Makes me think we should recruit more elves. You handled yourself beautifully, and that was without the benefit of your bond or telepathy."

"Thank you, sir." Dillon turned a bright shade of red at the unexpected attention. Skye had stopped blocking their bonds, so Dillon felt the pride from the whole wing at Bianchi's praise.

Skye looked around at his guards and felt a mix of pity and joy. He hated the idea of them being "punished" for his success. Especially when it was for a glorified version of capture the flag.

"I know I should be happy for you, but just so we're clear. I'm not," Gregg grumbled as he scowled at Dillon and Skye.

"Aw, come on Wolfie, don't be a sore loser," Bryan teased.

"Don't fuckin' call me that! I already told you. Wolves were not meant to fly, and they certainly weren't meant to be dropped from the sky." Gregg started out with a yell and tapered off to a grumbling mutter.

"Think someone got his tail in a knot," Bryan laughed as he grabbed Dillon and pulled him into a congratulatory hug. "Awesome job, pretty boy."

"Thanks. But it wasn't me. Skye did all the work."

Skye didn't think it was possible, but Dillon turned redder. You wouldn't be into Bryan would you? Skye sent the mental question wondering about Dillon's reaction.

No. Gods, no! It's nice being appreciated, and all but the way he looks at me makes me feel like I'm his next meal.

Skye pondered Dillon's response and delved a little deeper into the cocky gold dragon to see what he could pick up. What do you think dragon? No question he likes elves, but it's almost like he finds them intoxicating and I don't think it's anything to do with Dillon in particular.

'Agreed, I don't think he'd be good for Dillon.'

"River. You think you can force a shift yet? I'd like to see you go through the same exercise." Bianchi's question brought Skye out of his thoughts.

"I could try... Maybe Skye could give me a nudge?" River looked to Skye with the question clear on his face.

"What? I mean, yeah, I know my magic can do that, but I haven't like... tried it." Skye's dragon voice created odd echoes off the walls.

"Let's give it a go. Gilian, go suit up. If you go into the tunnels under the corner tower, you should get a bit of privacy and protection from the cold. Leesai, please go with her." Bianchi turned back to Skye and River. "Perhaps take River out onto the flats on the south side. I'll send Gilian to you when she's ready."

Skye followed River and Dillon outside the ruins to a large expanse of relatively flat ground. He guessed it was at one time, the main approach to the castle. He was glad his dragon form seemed to be immune to the cold. Dillon, even in his flight suit with a heavy parka overtop, looked somewhat miserable.

"I am so ready to go back. I don't ever want to be cold again," River muttered.

Does it bother you in dragon form? Because I don't even notice. Skye put himself between his brother and the pounding wind and made sure he included both Dillon and River in his mind-speech.

"Huh... never thought about it. But yeah, you're right. So how do I get naked for the shift without freezing my bits off?"

"Can't have that; Nik would be real upset," Dillon laughed. "Why not let Skye put his wing over you and snuggle into his hind leg. If you shift, he can easily step back."

Great idea, Dillon. Skye opened his wing and opened his hind leg a bit to give River more room. Not that it will be warm, but it should be better.

River handed off the flight helmet to Dillon before he tucked in and began shedding his clothes. It's not that bad Skye. You generate a lot of heat.

Ready? Skye asked.

Sure. How do we do this?

Dillon, grab the rest of River's suit and boots. Wouldn't want his dragon to damage them. River, why not try shifting on your own. Think about being a dragon and ask your smarter half to help you.

Funny. Very funny.

Skye kept his mind's eye focused on River - trying to feel his brother's magic building and flexing to bring about his shift. He could tell River's dragon was close to the surface, almost shifting but not quite. I'm going to give a little nudge. Christos said it feels like tingling under your skin.

Go for it. It feels like I'm so close.

Skye concentrated, trying to give as gentle a push as he could. He let his dragon, help guide him and trickled the power into River. The response was immediate like he'd lit a fuse. River's magic spiked and Skye pulled back as he felt the transformation begin.

Within seconds River's larger dragon form was nuzzled up against Skye. Thanks.

No problem, little Bro.

I'm bigger.

Always the little Bro. Can't change that.

River head-butted Skye's shoulder playfully. Skye growled and returned the gesture, nuzzling under River's jaw. I'm glad you're with me.

Me too. Someone's gotta keep you out of trouble. So... any tips?

Let's wait for Gilian and then Dillon and I can tell you what worked for us. It wasn't long before she and Leesai joined them. Leesai looked very exotic with the fur lining of her parka contrasting with her own mane. Skye wasn't as intimidated as he usually felt around the Felecian. Guess there are benefits to being a dragon.

"So, suggestions, brother?" Gilian asked.

"You've ridden with River before?"

"A couple of times, yeah."

"That will help. You can use the same pressure signals. Biggest thing is to stay as tight against him as you can, and hold on," Dillon said.

"How is this helpful?" Leesai asked.

I can add a few things, Skye mind-spoke the group. You need to hold tighter than usual because the movement won't be as smooth and you may at times, be hanging upside down. The harness helps but if you rattle, the dragons on patrol will hear you. I'll show River how to fold his wings so he can shield you. It also means when he goes invisible, you will too.

"So you actually become invisible? Is that why we couldn't spot you?" Leesai asked.

Skye grimaced at the echo of Leesai's voice and thoughts. Since she and Gilian weren't bonded, the mind-to-mind communication wasn't as easy or "clean" as it was with his other wing-mates. And when they spoke while he was using telepathy, he heard everything twice.

"I think it's more like blending in. His scales change color and reflect, so he blends in. If you look closely, it can be sort of blurry," Dillon offered up, sensing Skye's discomfort.

I also need to shield River from the bonds with the wing. If you and Kwill haven't practiced it, you may want to ask him. That was the only way I made it through the last time. With the bond, you just 'know' where your wing-mates are, even if you can't see them.

Then why don't we know where Rilien is? River objected.

I sort of do know. But since we're not allowed to do anything, it doesn't really help. Garrett said it is likely that they know his exact location, the issue is being able to get to him - safely.

River's dragon snorted stirring up a cloud of snow.

I don't like it either. Skye tried to push the guilt down and then explained how he'd managed to get through the trial. He also suggested that since they knew what path Skye had used, that River should try something different. Also, with Gilian's Ranger skills, he didn't have to get as close to the target as Skye did.

"Couple things to watch out for. If Kuai's in dragon form remember you won't hear him. Gil, you'll have to help River watch to make sure he doesn't sneak up on you. If Chaz is walking the rampart, make sure he's out of sight. His hearing is as good as a dragons, and he almost caught us a couple of times. And the biggie, Mica and Corbin. If they're on point, I guarantee they will have plotted every possible path you might take and the odds. They'll focus their attention on those so you might want to get creative."

"Don't worry, sir. We've got this," Gilian said as if Skye was simple.

Welcome to my world. It's not you; she's like this with everyone, Dillon sent with a sigh.

Soon Skye had the bonds dampened, and he, Leesai, and Dillon moved to the sidelines so they didn't interfere with Bianchi's test.

• Scene 4 *

"Ow! Shit, Dillon, be careful. You'll make me bald."

"Sorry, Garrett. You're more tangled than usual," Dillon said as he continued combing out Garrett's long hair.

"Maybe you should get it trimmed?" Skye asked tentatively. He knew Garrett was sensitive about long hair, but really, who needed hair down to his ass? At a certain point, it just got in the way.

"It might be a good idea, at least a few inches. The ends are pretty damaged." Dillon started plaiting the dark tresses into a braid.

"Helmets and flight suits weren't made for long hair," Garrett admitted. "Will you still love me if I get it trimmed?"

"That's a stupid-ass question. While your hair is pretty spectacular, that's not why I love you. Now, if you damage your dick, we'll have words. But seriously, I think it would look better a bit shorter."

"I'll think about it. Geez, Dillon are you angry with me or something?"

"Sorry, Garrett. No, I'm just off. I'm worried about Ril, and I know there's going to be no living with Gilian."

"The only reason they did it on their second try was because we told them how. If I'd figured out the bond thing before we tried, we could have probably done it the first time." Skye pulled on a fresh pair of trousers and a warm doublet.

"What? You don't think River will gloat?" Dillon asked.

"That's just River. Doubt we'll notice any change. Gilian... yeah, she'll be miserable to live with." Skye sat down on the couch and watched Dillon working on the braid of his handsome mate. "Damn, I wish we'd hear something, anything. This waiting is killing me."

"Yeah. Okay, you're done. Want me to help pick something out for you to wear to dinner?" Dillon asked, tying off the braid.

"Sure. Nothing too fussy though. Comfortable."

Dillon laughed. "Got it."

"Sexy and revealing is nice..." Skye offered.

"And cold," Garrett objected.

"You're a dragon; you don't get cold."

"Do too. That only works well when I'm in dragon form."

"I could keep you warm..."

Dillon snickered as he handed wool leggings and a burgundy doublet to Garrett.

"That covers too much," Skye objected.

"It's almost the same as what you're wearing!"

"Yeah, but I don't want to see me naked. Just you." Skye moved over to help with Garrett's leggings, which caused a large impediment to being able to pull them up.

"Skye..." Garrett whined.

"See, it wants to come out and play, not be all covered up in those nasty thick pants."

"They're still tights, and everyone will see."

"Um, I'm going to leave you two to work this out. I'll see you at dinner," Dillon said making a hasty exit.

"Chicken!" Skye called as the door closed. "Mmmm. Someone's hard."

"Huh? Maybe 'cause someone else is stroking me?"

"Pfft. Have I mentioned how much I love your cock?"

"A few times, but usually at the most inopportune moments. Like now, when we're supposed to go down for dinner."

"Hmmm. Like there's a bad time to appreciate your magnificent body."

"You're a bit... um... hornier than you've been lately." Garrett managed to get the wool leggings on, but his erection was clearly outlined down his leg. The doublet was too short to help cover the bulge. Garrett rolled his eyes and gave it up as a lost cause. Most of the guys would know he was lusting through the bonds anyway.

"I want to get you naked and explore and play with your sexy body."

"I like it when you get aggressive, but is there anything you need to tell me?"

"No, don't think so. Just want you." Skye wrapped his arms around Garrett and gripped his ass as he ground his body into his mate.

"Okay, so just normal dragon change lust. Well, try to control yourself so we can eat then I'll take care of you later. Deal?"

Skye gave gentle bites up Garrett's neck to his ear. "Deal," he whispered biting Garrett's earlobe. "Then I want to fuck you into the mattress."

Garrett laughed and pushed Skye back. "Food first."

Skye wasn't sure why his lust had spiked but following Garrett down to the grand dining hall, watching Garrett's ass flex and move in the snug tights wasn't helping at all. Even the thick wool couldn't conceal the luscious muscle or hide the sensuous curve and the seam that managed to hit perfectly, separating the globes he wanted firmly gripped in his hands. I gotta have that ass...

Skye startled as it felt as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water on him. "What the?"

"Interesting..." Kwill said looking up into Skye's shocked expression.

"Geez, Kwill, what did you do?"

I believe I stopped you from taking your mate on the dining room table. Not that some wouldn't have enjoyed the show, but I don't think you'd have been happy when you came back to your senses.

Skye looked around and saw a few of the guys looking at him curiously. He still felt odd knowing that they felt his arousal. While dragons could often sense lust from humans, those bonded to him got a lot more. If he didn't shield them out, they'd pick up on any emotions.

"Great job today, son. Luca told me about the exercises and how well you and River did," Charlie said, patting Skye on the back.

"Thanks, Pops." Skye saw Garrett had already sat down at the table and took a place across from him. Jayce pulled out the chair to Skye's left.

"I like seeing your grandparents with Bianchi," Jayce said.

"Why's that?"

"Reminds me of home. I miss my dads."

"Sorry I don't get the connection." Skye did a scan of the table to see if everyone was there and noticed a couple of people missing.

"Oh, it's the way the three of them interact. I have three dads, and there's just things they do when they're all together."

Skye looked at Jayce in confusion and was trying to figure out how to phrase his question when Jayce laughed and gave him a shoulder bump.

"What? You've never met a tri-bonded couple?"

"No. What's a tri-bonded couple?"

"You are a newbie, aren't you?" Several others around the table joined in the laughter.

"Don't feel bad, love. It's not all that common," Garrett said.

"So, a tri-bond is usually when a dragon is already in a relationship when they find a human bond-mate. Many don't wait for the slim chance they find a true bonding. My father and my dad were already a couple when HealthCorps found a match for Dad. But lucky for them, Papa was a match for Father as well. Not as strong, but enough. So they talked about it, and all agreed to make it a tri-bond."

"So you have three dads, and they're all bonded?"

"Yup."

"And that works?"

"It did for them, and I guess me. They're pretty amazing and have always been supportive and there for me."

Skye paused as they started placing the first course in front of them. He didn't want to ask any awkward questions so reached out to Garrett. You're going to have to explain this to me later.

Sure. I would have told you before, but it never occurred to me.

"My dads are super proud of me getting the assignment to work with you," Jayce said.

"Why? I'd think they'd be worried or want you someplace safer."

"Nah, they're all career military. My father and dad are both in Fleet, though they're stationed planet-side for now. And my papa was a soldier on Earth and is now part of Protectorate Patrol. So they think it's great I'm assigned to your team. Especially so soon after finishing at the Academy. Not only Imperial Guard, but dedicated to a royal. That's got them bragging rights."

"Well, I'm glad they're happy about it. Personally, I'd want my kid as far away from the 'Bloody Prince' as I could get him."

"Speaking of which, my little brother begged me to send him images of you. He has your holo-poster up over his bed and says you're dreamy."

Garrett burst into laughter. "Dreamy? You mean the poster with my mate naked and covered in Macacan blood?"

"Yup."

Skye put his face in his hands and considered crawling under the table.

"Well, can't blame your brother for good taste. Skye does look good naked," Garrett said.

"Yeah, he does," Mica offered up from across the table

If Skye hadn't wanted to crawl somewhere and hide before, now it was almost unbearable as the discussion of his nudity spread to become "the" dinner conversation. Skye could feel the lust coming off of his wing- mates in waves. And they thought I was horny before...

Everyone turned as Gilian and Bryan took seats at the table. It wasn't all that unusual for people to come in late. But usually, they weren't blushing and tousled, looking like they just crawled out of bed. Skye turned his mind to the latecomers and almost snorted out loud.

Garrett, you're not going to believe this. Our man-hating elf just got jiggy with our jokester. That's why they're late.

That doesn't even make sense. You think they're under an evil spell or something? Maybe possession?

Not sure, but those are the last two I'd have ever expected to fall into bed together.

You're a bad influence, babe.

Me? I didn't do anything!

Garrett laughed, giving sole focus to his food.

• Scene 5 *

Skye walked to the library wondering what his mate was up to. Garrett asking him to meet him was unusual, and Garrett only shielded if he was up to 'something.' Of course, Skye's hope was that it was for a mad passionate make-out session with a different view. Breaking in all the common rooms in the cabin was a decent goal, but it was tough with so many others around. Skye wasn't about to start an orgy, and if he knew anything about dragons, he knew public sex could be taken as an invitation. After the way the dinner conversation devolved... No. Just no.

Skye turned the handle, surprised that the door was closed. Usually, the huge carved doors stood open. He immediately spotted his mate standing next to the blazing fire in the man-sized firebox. Skye felt his face flush. It was as if someone had stoked his lust. The light from the fire danced across Garrett's dark features, making the wineglass in his hand sparkle. Damn, he could be on the cover of one of those romance novels.

"Glad you could make it." River's voice broke Skye out of his thoughts and made him catch his breath. He hadn't even noticed his brother. Or, for that matter, Mica and Kwill.

Skye was immediately suspicious and poked his dragon to make sure his other half was alert. Something was up.

"River..."

"We need to talk, Skye." River's tone did not help Skye's nerves.

"What? Is this some kind of intervention?" Skye joked trying to lighten the oppressive feeling in the room.

"Exactly." Kwill's voice carried a serious and authoritarian tone Skye knew all too well.

"Sit down Skye," Garrett said pointing to one of the couches.

Skye sat looking at the others wondering what they wanted and why Mica, Kwill, and River had ganged up on him with his mate. He accepted a glass of wine from Garrett. "Okay, so what's this about?"

"We need to be prepared, and that means we need all the guards working together," River started.

"I'm sure you've noticed Skye. The new people who aren't bonded are getting more and more resentful and isolating themselves. The situation with Rilien has made it worse." Mica looked more nervous than Skye had ever seen him as he spoke.

"I asked Mica to speak for the guards. He's somewhat their defacto leader and spokesperson anyway," Garrett said.

"We don't have to do it now, but I think you should make it official, Skye. The guards need someone to look to if they can't get to you, and while I'd like it to be me... Yeah, I know. I don't have the knowledge or experience. Mica's a good choice," River admitted.

"Your dragon okay with that?" Skye asked seeing River's discomfort.

"Yeah. Though he reserves the right to take over in the future. For now my focus is being your shadow."

Skye turned to look at Kwill. He knew in his gut that his little blue friend was behind this. "You're being unusually quiet."

"Just waiting. I'll speak out loud if you don't mind," Kwill began. Skye knew Kwill preferred mind-speaking but found it less desirable with non-telepaths. "That's fine, but does having them bound to me and being able to mind-speak with me, make it better for you as well?"

"It does. But it still requires they concentrate, and it's just easier for everyone if I lower myself to speaking with my voice. Enough stalling, you need to finish the bonds, Skye."

Skye opened his mouth to argue and stopped as he felt the weight of everyone's gaze.

"I expect we'll hear news at any moment and will need to react. Your team is not at its best. The divide is growing, and you need to fix it." Kwill crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared. If Skye couldn't feel the determination, it would have been comical. Kwill still looked like an extremely adorable adolescent - with anime eyes, blue skin, and all.

"He's right, Skye. Even I can feel the tension," Garrett said, sitting down next to Skye.

"Guess, that's saying something."

"Besides me, you need to complete the bond with Gilian, Leesai, Jayce, Gregg, and Bryan," Kwill began.

"You? But you said we already had a connection being a psion-dragon partnering."

"Yes, but we need the bond too."

"But you never said anything about me needing to bond you before!"

"You weren't ready. No point bringing it up when you'd just fight me."

"Garrett?" Skye turned to his mate hoping for a rational voice.

Garrett held up his hands. "Sorry, babe. I have no idea how psion shit works. If he says you need to be bonded..."

"But..."

"It is expected that a psion bonds with his dragon," Kwill stated.

"Skye, there's more we need to think about. Kwill thinks there may be issues with how you bond some of the others," Mica said.

"What kind of issues?"

"Based on what I've read from them, Jayce and Brian are straight forward. No concerns there. Leesai, being a Felecian is complicated. She'd prefer a mating with her bond; however, given their, um... rough approach to intimacy, I'm not sure you'd enjoy it. Especially given your history."

"I am not about to be raped again. No. No fucking way!" Skye exclaimed feeling a sick nausea spread through is body. He sipped the wine hoping to get rid of the sour taste in his mouth.

"We're not suggesting that, Skye." Garrett put his hand on Skye's and squeezed. "We're trying to prepare you. We think you need to do Leesai in a ceremony with no intimacy."

Skye didn't trust himself to speak but managed a nod.

"Gilian's a bundle of contradictions. For all her bravado, she finds you very attractive and doesn't hate all men as many of you have assumed. She just doesn't want to give up control and hates the pretentiousness of court suitors. You can ask her, but I'm not sure she knows what she wants."

"We were thinking another ceremonial bonding." River stood and started pacing. "My dragon thinks she'll eventually put moves on you... er... us." River blushed and glanced at Skye.

"You don't like girls."

"I don't want to have sex with them. There's a difference. Kwill thinks I'm starting to get some of my dragon mojo."

"Shit. You're not going to be stuck with the same curse as me are you?" Skye looked back and forth between River and Kwill waiting for an answer.

"We don't know yet. But what I observed and picked up from Gilian today tells me it was a side effect of spending the day in close quarters with River," Kwill said. "I don't believe she chose Bryan for any other reason than he was close and attainable."

"But lots of the guys have partnered with River. None of them came back and lost their self-control," Skye objected.

"Could have been magnified by the intensity of the exercise or it's even possible his power just manifested. We'll have to wait and observe." Kwill pulled his legs up and adjusted himself on the couch.

Skye took a deep breath. Okay, we can get through this. Just another complication that we knew was likely. "And Gregg?"

"He requires a plan," River said

Garrett pulled Skye back into him, wrapping his arms around Skye and kissing his neck.

Oh shit, if you think I need comforting...

Relax, I got you. Garrett sent.

"You know Gregg is an alpha wolf, right?" Mica asked.

"Yeah."

"An alpha by nature expects to be in control... on top... the one calling the shots," Mica continued.

"No, that won't work. It wasn't this hard with Chaz, and he's a heck of a lot scarier than Gregg."

"Chaz was there when you first shifted and let's be honest Skye; he's been somewhat smitten with you since you met. As a were-dagger, he's also much more attuned to dragons," Kwill explained.

"I think you're exaggerating, but assuming you're right, Gregg told me he was expected to lead the pack he grew up in. The only reason he joined the guard was they kicked him out for being gay."

"That's why we need a plan, bro," River said.

"You'll need to make it very clear with his bonding that you are the alpha in this wing," Kwill said.

"Nah, that's Garrett. He's older and wiser. Come on; he's the big, strong, alpha..."

"No, Skye," Garrett interrupted, "we all know you are the alpha. Regardless of age or size. Besides, you can pick me up and toss me like a newborn."

"But..."

"They're right, Skye. You are the leader - my dragon's pretty adamant about it," River said with a look that stopped Skye cold.

Skye looked from face to face realizing that he'd already lost this battle. He didn't understand it or agree with it, but didn't have the energy to fight them right now. "So, what do you suggest we do about Gregg?"

"Nothing that you won't be able to live with," Kwill said.

"Why does that not make me feel better?"

"Skye, if I could do this for you, I would. But this is one that has to be you." River squatted down in front of the couch looking at Skye. "I got your back and so do the other guys. If we don't handle this right, Gregg will mess up the wing."

"Can't have that," Skye admitted, feeling a hint of dread.

"Right?" River nodded with one of his mischievious smiles. "So...

"What do we have to do?"

"You have to show him you're the bigger, badder, alpha. He's as much wolf as he is man when it comes to sex," Kwill explained.

"You mean I have to roll him and pin him?" Skye asked thinking the whole thing sounded ludicrous.

"Pretty much, then fuck him and mark him," River added in a deadpan voice as he stood and began pacing again.

"You're kidding."

"No, babe. They're not. And just to make sure he doesn't get any ideas, Kwill said I should do the same when you're done." Garrett was still nuzzled into Skye's neck and while that was real nice. It didn't make the words any easier to swallow.

"Shit. You don't mean the whole wing has to do this?"

"No, I don't think so. Once you've proven you're the alpha and your mate is second, Gregg should fall in line. It should be instinctual, and his wolf should let it go and be happy being part of the 'pack.' If he ever gets delusions and wants to challenge, he'll know he has to go through both of you, and by then, he'll understand his wolf is no match for your dragon."

"You'd think he'd realize that already."

"He's not in the best place mentally. I think this will help him find peace being part of the wing and not in control. Are you on board?" Kwill stood and stretched.

"Yeah. When do I have to start?"

• Scene 6 *

You owe me. Skye sent to his mate, making sure Garrett got the "I'm really pissed at you for going along with this sentiment," that went with the message. He sat on the couch in their room tapping his foot, dressed only in a silky robe as he waited. I still don't see why he couldn't have been here with me. We've shared most of the bondings. Why did Kwill have to insist that he have me alone? And why the hell did Garrett agree so quickly?

'Probably because he didn't think it was a big deal,' Skye's dragon responded in his head.

Well, he's wrong!

'Is he?'

Skye turned when he heard the door unlatch and saw the culprit enter. Damn it, could he not look so friggin innocent and cute?

'I don't think 'cute' is the word I'd use when he's doing his thing.'

You and your dragon having a nice conversation? Kwill asked.

Nice? No. It was about you. Why can't Garrett be here?

I want you to myself. I'm not his partner; I'm yours. Are you afraid I'll take advantage of you? It's just a blowjob.

With you, it is never 'just' a blowjob. Skye felt the heat in his face as his rebellious cock began chubbing. Of course, it remembered Kwill.

Whatever do you mean?

Skye rolled his eyes. You know what I mean. I always considered it... sort of... like the lead in. Not really 'sex.' But when you do it I feel so exposed and vulnerable. In some ways I think it's even more intimate.

Maybe because we're both telepaths? Maybe because I know exactly what to do to make you scream in pleasure?

Like I said.

Kwill stepped in front of Skye and began undressing, making a show of it. As much as you fight it, I know you like my body. I turn you on, don't I Skye?

Geez, I hate it when you do that!

Do what? Kwill said stretching his slender lean and now very naked body.

Ask questions, so my brain thinks the answer and then you read it before I can stop. That's cheating.

I like knowing I affect you, that my body arouses you. Or is it the memory of how I make you feel? How I give you orgasms almost as good as your mate and play you like a master musician plays his instrument?

Skye closed his eyes and tried to think, tried to regain control because his body was betraying him.

You're right though... not just a blowjob, Kwill's voice whispered in his mind as Skye felt the robe slide off his shoulders.

I'm a very lucky psion. You are beautiful.

Wait, Skye thought at Kwill as he opened his eyes, if we bond, won't my thoughts be part of the hive mind?

No, and it's not a hive mind. It's a shared consciousness. A psion's bond with his dragon is separate and private. It cannot be shared and no, they won't know your thoughts because you're bonded to me. If anything I become stronger and better able to keep them out.

Skye was hoping for a reprieve. Then he felt Kwill's kisses down his body, and he couldn't help but moan. His body was as trained as Pavlov's dog. Kwill's lips on his skin brought him to immediate arousal, wet and ready.

"Oh, God..." Skye cried out as Kwill's mouth closed around him, taking him into a warm, wet heaven. Garrett may give the best rim job, but Kwill had everyone beat on sucking cock. Given that it was practically what he lived for, maybe that was a good thing.

Relax, let me give you pleasure. Just don't forget to bond me when you climax. Or don't remember and we can do this again.

I can remember, I can remember, Skye repeated to himself. Dragon, help me remember... please.

Skye struggled to pull his magic. It took everything he had and encouragement from his dragon half to make it happen. Kwill's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, pinching his nipples, rubbing his thighs, teasing his opening. He lost the magic several times as Kwill added new sensations.

Kwill licked, sucked, and deep throated, somehow managing to never lose the momentum of bringing Skye closer and closer to the edge. The man's throat alone was an experience like no other. With his lips wrapped around the base and Skye's cock buried deep, Kwill's throat stroked him over and over in waves of tight undulating motion.

Skye felt Kwill's tale phallus tease across his lips, and he gladly opened his mouth to suck the sweet nectar from Kwill's second cock. He operated on instinct because his rational brain had given up. Skye whimpered when Kwill pulled the phallus away, and Skye tried to follow it like a newborn with a bottle. The whimper was soon replaced with a gasp of pleasure when Kwill pushed it against Skye's opening and the tale phallus made its way inside and began rubbing his prostate.

Almost... Skye warned.

The orgasm hit hard, and Skye let his magic flow with his eruption, filling the small blue man with his power. Fortunately letting go wasn't nearly as difficult as it had been gathering the power. Skye wasn't sure marking Kwill was necessary, and he hoped it didn't matter because his mouth was busy crying out in ecstasy.

What a rush, Kwill sent. He wasn't glowing but even in Skye's post- orgasmic stupor, he thought Kwill looked a bit dazed.

As the world stopped spinning and Skye caught his breath, he tried to concentrate on Kwill's bond and see what he could feel. He watched Kwill sit back and then curl up on the floor with a huge smile on his face.

"Kwill? That's not a good place to sleep. Are you okay?"

Don't want to move. So floaty and nice. I feel them all... so much stronger than before.

Well, shit, Skye thought realizing that Kwill was pretty much out of it. He stood up and felt a wetness dripping down his thigh. Well, you little bugger. You seeded me. Skye caught the drip with his fingers and licked it off.

He knelt and picked up the semi-conscious psion and carefully placed him on the bed before covering him. Skye sat on the edge of the mattress and looked at Kwill. You are one very skilled little dude. Guess I shouldn't get so bent out of shape at how eager Garrett is for you to suck him off. How can you look so innocent? he thought then snorted. Looks like a boy, but with the mind of a perverted old man.

When Skye didn't get the usual mental pushback, he realized Kwill was truly out. Oh, well, one down, five to go. ** Garrett! Where are you?**

Watching Bryan try to get Jayce totally snookered.

He's not hurting him is he?

Nah, it takes a hell of a lot to get a dragon drunk - even in human form. I could be wrong, but I think he may have spiked Jayce's drinks.

Why would he do that?

Besides entertainment? Not sure, maybe he's hoping to get him in bed. Jayce is pretty hot, and Gilian's been keeping her distance.

Well, stop watching and come to bed. You owe me, remember?

On my way.

Skye took a quick shower and came out in time to find his mate staring at the blue man in their bed.

"Again? Really, Skye, you go rough on these boys. I thought you said only a blowjob and instead, you fuck him unconscious?"

"No, I didn't. It's not my fault, and I have no idea why he passed out," Skye argued.

Garrett nodded but the smile he gave clearly communicated he wasn't buying it.

"You are such a prick! I did not. He blew me, I gave him the magic and bonded him and then bam, he was out cold."

"Uh huh. And that's why you needed another shower?"

"Okay, he may have also used that evil tail of his in my ass and left something behind." Skye hated that he blushed when he admitted to Kwill's added services.

"I keep telling you, that ass of yours is a weapon," Garrett laughed and then pulled Skye into his arms. "I sure can't resist."

Skye thought he should tell Garrett off, come back with a brilliant repartee. But when Garrett captured his mouth, and his tongue made it into Skye's mouth, he forgot about any protests.

"Want me to carry him back to his room?" Garrett asked.

"Could you? I would have, but I was naked and..."

Garrett put his fingers over Skye's lips and kissed his forehead. "S' okay babe, You'd have never made it there and back with your virtue intact."

Skye snorted. "I'm not sure what virtue I have left."

"It's still there... and when I get back from taking our little man to his room, We'll explore that and many more things. You think you'll be recharged by then?"

"Why?" Skye asked suspiciously.

"You promised me an ass pounding. I plan on collecting." Garret picked up Kwill in his arms like a child, gave a wink and headed out the door.

Damn, I love that man. Skye quickly straightened out the bed and got ready for Garrett's return. He didn't think he'd have any trouble giving Garrett what he wanted.

• Scene 7 *

Skye stared at the ceiling while enjoying Garrett's warmth wrapped around him. He couldn't sleep. Normally after such great sex, he'd be out like a light, but not tonight. Maybe it was because Rilien was awake. He thought about waking Garrett when he first sensed the change, but there wasn't much to tell him.

Rilien was awake and terrified. Skye couldn't sense pain or discomfort, just fear. It took all his self-control not to reach out and mind-speak to him. But, no, they'd told him not to even try in case his captors could somehow leverage it. His ability was an unknown to most, and while Kwill thought Skye's bond and telepathy were different from a psion's, they didn't want to take a chance that it could be picked up. He hoped whoever took Rilien didn't figure out how to block his connection, maybe if they didn't realize how it worked, they wouldn't try.

The thought reminded him of Zo, and he reached down his bond with Garrett's brother to see what he could sense. Not much, Skye concentrated harder. He pulled back knowing little more - Zo was there, he was alive, but everything else, his thoughts, his emotions, and what he was sensing were just the vaguest of impressions. Giving up, he decided to check on the rest of his wing.

He hoped it was late enough that he wouldn't pick up on any awkward or compromising thoughts. He seemed to have a knack for catching his wing- mates in the middle of things. Maybe because the stronger emotions drew him in? Most were asleep and those who weren't, were for once, not having sex. He felt a little nostalgic when he found Jerrick and Taleel's bond weaker than usual.

Skye knew almost immediately that they were off-planet. Probably up at space dock, working on the Temero, he thought.

Skye let his mind wander and paused when he felt strong emotion, bordering on pain. He focused and tried to isolate where it originated. It was close by...

"Garrett," Skye said nudging his mate as he crawled out from his lover's arms.

"Hmmm?"

"Something's not right. I think it's Jayce, but I'm not sure. I'll go check then come back."

Garrett sat up groggily. "Want me to come with you?"

Skye pulled up a pair of sleep pants and turned to Garrett, noticing how the sheet had fallen to his waist, his dark muscled chest in full reveal. His eyes weren't quite focused, and he had a number of loose strands of dark hair hanging free from his braid. Skye had a pleasant flashback to pulling on that braid as he pounded into his mate.

"What's that smile for?" Garrett asked.

"Just remembering your absolutely perfect ass."

"Hmmm. It is, isn't it? Want to play with it again? Is that why you woke me?" Garrett turned on his slide and slid the sheet down to show the curve of his fine posterior.

"Don't distract me. I need to go check."

"Fine. Ruin the moment." Garrett swung out of bed and grabbed a robe. "Let's get this done so we can go back to snuggling."

"You were sleeping."

"Wrapped around you with my head on your chest counts as snuggling."

Skye snickered. "Good to know."

The hallway was quiet, and they'd only gone a few feet when Skye heard someone behind him.

"Everything okay, sir?" Feired asked.

"Somethings not right... with someone. Not sure exactly who. Have you seen anything odd?"

"It's been pretty quiet. Jos went down to get us refills on coffee. He'll be right back. Only other movement we've seen in the last few hours was Bryan going in to check on Jayce."

"Why was he 'checking' on Jayce."

"Speculation on my part but I believe he was trying to get Jayce loosened up for a little tryst, but the poor guy passed out instead. Think our jokester was feeling a bit guilty. He's stopped back a couple of times since he and Jos got Jayce tucked in."

"Thanks, Feired. I think we'll check on him too." Skye walked to Jayce's door and knocked gently. When he didn't hear a response, he opened the door. The light from the bath had been left on, providing enough light to see.

Jayce was on the bed, thrashing and muttering. Skye approached and sat down on the edge next to him.

"Please... please fuck me. I need it so bad," Jayce moaned.

"Shhh. Jayce, wake up." Skye pushed the sweaty curls off Jayce's forehead and checked for a fever. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he continued to writhe. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on your perspective, he'd pushed the sheets off and was completely naked, and his body had a sheen of perspiration.

"Damn, that's nice," Garrett whispered.

"Stop, Mister. There's something wrong." Skye continued stroking Jayce's brow. "Jayce? Jayce, can you hear me?"

"Father Dragon, please, Skye. I need you to fuck me. Bond me. Use me. However, you want. I don't care... need.... Ughhhh." Jayce's muscles clenched lifting his ass off the bed as if he was going to have a seizure.

Skye reached out with his magic sight while he sent calming thoughts. "He's been roofied all right."

"Roofied?" Garrett asked in confusion.

"Drugged. Slipped something, probably some kind of weird dragon aphrodisiac. Though it doesn't feel like dragon berries. There's also a smell - not sure what it is but my dragon likes it."

"Okay, thought we sort of knew Bryan drugged him. What does that have to do with putting a roof on him?"

"Never mind, Garrett. Get me a wet cloth from the bath." Skye gripped Jayce's shoulders to hold him still. "Jayce, come on buddy."

Garrett handed Skye the cool cloth and Skye began wiping Jayce's face and neck.

"Need you. Need the bond. You can both fuck me, please!"

"Garrett! Get your robe back on!"

"But he said..."

"I don't give a rat's ass what he said. The poor guy's not himself. You don't take advantage of someone like that. No matter how sexy you think he is!"

"But he's so fucking hot. Look at that body. And he did ask for it."

"Garrett it's bad enough I have to have sex with these guys. I'm not about to take advantage of him and make him do something he isn't fully aware of. That's wrong."

"Looks and sounds to me like he wants it."

"You're not listening. He's drugged. I think we're hearing his dragon as much as his human self and neither is all that coherent. I will bond him when he's sure and knows what he's agreeing to."

"But..."

"Garrett." Skye glared at his mate. He could feel Garrett's lust and was a little disappointed at how quick his mate was to take advantage of Jayce. Then it hit him, and he used his magic sight on Garrett as well. "Damn. Garrett. You can do this for me, okay?"

"Anything for you, babe."

"Good. Go get Feired for me, okay?"

"Please Skye... I want you so badly. I know I'm not special like the others but, please, please, take me," Jayce pleaded.

"Shhhh. It's going to be okay, Jayce." Skye pulled his power and began drawing the drug from Jayce's system. It was a slow, tedious process, but by the time Garrett returned with Feired in tow, Jayce was breathing more calmly and lying still.

"Okay, I think I got enough of it for him to rest. I'm going to put him to sleep and hopefully by morning he'll be feeling better. Feired, can you and Jos keep everyone else out of his room - especially Bryan?"

"Of course, sir. Is he okay? He smells..."

"Yeah, don't go there. My dragon says its pheromones. No idea why it's not pushing my buttons, but I don't think it's safe yet for anyone else to be near him."

"We'll keep him safe. Do you want us to call you when he's awake?" Feired asked.

"Please. I don't know what he'll remember." Skye re-wet the cloth and wrung it out before returning to wipe more of the sweat from Jayce. Poor guy, what did Bryan do to you? I have the feeling it did not go anything like he planned. Skye felt guilty for how much he enjoyed wiping off Jayce's body. Garrett was right; the man was stunning. Oh, dragon... look how far I've fallen. First I'm gay then I'm surrounded by men who I know damn well would be a gay man's wet dream.

'So you'll admit you find them attractive and not keep blaming me for the lust?' Skye's dragon voice whispered in his mind.

Yeah, I find them attractive and yeah, part of me wants to give Jayce exactly what he's asking for. But I gotta hang onto some shred of decency.

'So we'll fuck him when he's not drugged and says he wants it?'

You already know the answer to that dragon. You're in my head. You know I want him. I "want" all of them... well, maybe not Leesai or Gil. But yes, I'll bond him and between you and me, I'll enjoy every bit of it. Then I'll feel guilty.

• Scene 8 *

"Skye. Skye, it's time to wake up," Dillon whispered.

Skye reached up and grabbed Dillon, pulling him onto the bed and into his arms, before burying his face in Dillon's neck and blowing a raspberry.

Dillon burst into laughter as Skye began groping and tickling him into submission.

"Wake me, will you?"

"It... it's... my job," Dillon got out between bursts of laughter.

"Well then, you can wake sleeping beauty," Skye said giving a meaningful squeeze to Dillon's ass.

"Oh, come on. That's not fair. He'll..."

"He'll what? Dillon, really! Are you saying my mate can't resist your sweet little elf ass? Hey, Garrett..." Skye sing-songed. "Guess what fell into our bed?"

Garrett rolled over and grabbed Dillon as he leaned up for a kiss from Skye.

"Morning. You not going to give me my morning pick-me-up?"

"Sorry, I've got to go check on Jayce. But you do have a hot, sexy elf in your arms."

"Skye," Dillon said in mock plea.

"Muah ha ha." Skye gave his best evil laugh and headed to the shower. He smiled as he heard Dillon's laughter and gasps resume.

After Skye was dressed and ready, he made a quick detour to find Bianchi and then made his way to Jayce's room. He knocked at the door and waited for a response.

"Come in."

"Morning, Jayce."

"I am so sorry, sir. I don't know..."

"Shhhh. Nothing to be sorry for. How are you feeling?" Skye asked.

"Other than mortally embarrassed?"

"Yeah."

"A little light headed."

"Maybe in the future, don't trust anything Bryan gives you? Before I came in I talked to Colonel Bianchi. You're officially off duty today. I'd suggest getting a good breakfast, and if you want, you can help the other guys prep in the barn."

"I'm not that bad off. I can still fly or ride."

"Not up to you. Decision's already been made. I have a meeting with Venci so after you're done in the barn, look for me, and we can talk."

"I'm in deep shit, huh?"

"Not at all. But we need to talk about bonding. I want to make sure when we do; you have a clear head."

"Yes, sir."

Skye left the room and took a deep breath. Now, the fun part. He made his way to the small study off the grand parlor and found a very nervous Bryan pacing.

"Sir!" Bryan saluted.

Skye didn't laugh, but he did smile. "You can breathe Bryan. This isn't a court-martial."

"Sir. Yes, sir." Bryan took a military "relaxed" stance.

Oh, this is going to be a long morning. "Sit down Bryan." Skye had his shields down, so he knew Bryan was scared as if the default to military protocol hadn't been a clue. "Want to tell me about what happened?"

"I swear, it wasn't supposed to go like that."

"I kinda guessed that part. Feired said you checked on him numerous times. So why not tell me what was supposed to happen and we'll take it step by step?"

"I was trying to help, honest. Jayce has been telling me since we got here how lucky he is and how he doesn't deserve this. I think... well... I think he has a crush on you, sir."

"He's a bit old for a crush. But go on."

"Well, whatever it is. He gets all flustered when you're around. Said training with you made him... um... aroused and not able to think. The hand-to-hand back in Capital City he thought was like torture. He wants to be bonded to you and the wing so bad it's ripping him up inside, but he doesn't think he's good enough."

"Not good enough? Why would he think that? I chose him, didn't I. Devroe himself recommended him. He's completed the training with good marks from all his instructors. How does he think he's not good enough?"

"I don't know sir. But I thought if I could get him to relax a little and get past the fear, maybe he'd let you know. I mean the guy is gorgeous, so maybe if he let you know how bad he wanted you, then..."

"What did you give him?"

"Just a little bit, I swear. Its street name is 'Petals' it is a form of nymph dust that they use to get men to let down their guard and relax enough for... you know."

"And you got this where?"

"From a guy."

"Okay... So you did this to help him, and it had nothing to do with you?"

"No, sir. I swear. You can truth read me if you want."

Skye laughed. "I don't need to Bryan. If you were lying, I'd know. Just to warn you, with the bond, you can't lie to your wing-mates either. You might be able to withhold information, but outright lie and they'll at least be suspicious."

"Guess no more games of chance then. No wonder I lost my touch."

"Yeah. So can I ask that you don't slip any of your wing-mates any helpful drugs in the future?"

"Absolutely, sir. I swear. Am I kicked out sir?" Bryan asked meekly.

"Of course not. Once bonded, you're stuck with me. Do anything stupid again, and we might have to reform you, but no, you don't get to escape. Can I ask you something unrelated? I'm not trying to pry as much as I'm a little worried about the change in behavior."

"Gilian, sir?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Believe me, no one was more surprised than me. I was on tack duty when she and River got back from their training exercise. Most of the others had already cleared out. I took care of River first, of course, then I was helping Gilian with her suit, and I'm not sure what happened. It was normal at first; then she was all over me. Like ripping off my clothes and kissing me like I was the last man on Draga."

"That does not sound like Gilian."

"Ha! You're telling me. Don't get me wrong, I like a go with women now and again, and she's a fine catch, but I can tell you I was not consulted. She had me stripped and mounted herself on me before I figured out what was happening."

"Did you ask?"

"Not proud of it, sir, but when your dick's in a hot wet hole that's making you feel good and that someone's kissing you like you're the best thing on Draga, well then you go with it."

"And after?"

"She thanked me, said I was a great fuck and let's not talk about it. She got dressed and left me in the barn trying to figure out what the hell just happened."

"If you don't mind, let's grant her wish and pretend it didn't. I'm not sure what's going on but agree it's weird. Don't worry more about the Jayce thing, just be his friend. Deal?"

"Of course, sir."

"So Bryan, how do you want to be bonded? You're one of the few left. I'm going to offer Leesai and Gilian a ceremonial approach with no sex." Skye saw and felt the disappointment from Bryan.

"I certainly understand if it's no longer an option, sir. But if at all possible, I'd rather you take me like the other guards. I'm pretty versatile so I don't really care how, but I love sex. If you want your mate there and both take me, I know you've done that with some and that would be okay too."

"Haven't you guys ever heard about not kissing and telling?"

"What's that?"

"Dragons," Skye muttered. "Personally, I think the bond works either way but my dragon prefers the intimate approach, and I prefer having Garrett with me. Feels less like I'm cheating on him."

"Cheating?"

Skye groaned. "It's a cultural thing. I was raised in a world where you picked one mate and only had sex with one person."

"How awful! But you're bonded, you know your mate is yours for life, and the others could never compare. Why..."

"I'm working on it. But your request is duly noted."

"Thank you, sir. I'm glad I'm in your wing and can't wait to be bonded."

"It will be soon. I guess you better get going and catch up with the other guys. I don't want the Colonel giving me grief for making you late."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Skye smiled as he felt the change in Bryan. He'd gone from fear to happy in no time at all. It was a relief knowing the situation with Jayce was an accident, and while unfortunate, it wasn't malicious. Easily fixable. I'll take all of those I can get.

Skye checked his schedule to see if Venci had given him a location and then headed off to find him.

"Good morning sir." Venci said.

"Oh, cool. Tea and biscuits," Skye exclaimed taking a cup from the tray and pouring.

"Dillon makes my job difficult."

"Why's that?" Skye asked taking a sip before sitting down across from Venci.

"A secretary often takes care of little things, like making sure you have your favorite tea and biscuits. But most of the time, Dillon beats me to it."

"Don't sweat it. You have other uses."

Venci raised his eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, I do, and I'll be glad to provide those services anytime you want."

Skye swallowed wrong and began coughing. "That's not exactly what I meant."

"No harm in reminding you."

Skye blushed. "Yeah, well anyway..."

"Okay, let's start with the finances. I'm going to run through what deals and agreements you already have in place and what your financial advisors recommend. Then we can talk about investments and..."

Skye listened and tried to understand everything that Venci reviewed, but it was a challenge. He picked up pieces that made sense and some just didn't translate. Endorsements and being paid for using products, wearing particular designers, or allowing his image to be used in connection with things - that he got. The size of his accounts and the businesses his advisors wanted him to buy or invest in, not so much. Skye was on his fourth cup of tea by the time they moved on to scheduling and the discussion of the Temero.

"It will eventually make sense, I promise," Venci encouraged.

"Thanks, I hope so. Do you and Braden have enough work to keep busy?"

"Yeah. You have no idea how many communications, invitations, and requests you receive do you?"

"I know what you and Braden tell me," Skye said.

"We only tell you about what you absolutely have to deal with. Our job is to screen out and handle all the other thousands of requests. The invitations are fairly easy right now, given your training schedule - it's almost always an automatic 'no.' The other stuff we sometimes have to research. Dillon helps us too, usually with designer and product stuff. He's pretty comfortable with your tastes so can screen out the ones he knows you'll hate."

"Cool. Thank you."

"Do you even read the communications I make you put your seal on?"

"I scan them..."

"You need to read them. We've already taken care of the easy stuff, the ones with your seal are important, and you need to know what you're agreeing to."

"Fine," Skye grumbled.

"Maybe I should slip in a special contract. You know, where you agree to provide me with sex at least once a day. Obviously with some severe non- performance penalties. Once you've put your seal on it, it's as good as law."

"You wouldn't!"

Venci smiled and winked. "I look at it as a win-win. I either get you to read your correspondence that we've deemed critical or I get sex with you. How can it go wrong?"

"Geez, Venci, that's playing dirty."

"I prefer to think of it as strategic."

"Fine, you win. I will 'carefully' review whatever you send me."

"Good, you could have the sex anyway."

Skye looked down as he felt the buzz from his bio-comm. "New message. But it doesn't say from whom."

"Do you need me to get someone?" Venci asked.

"No, just listen. Skye queued the message and watched as the holo projector illuminated. It was a null projection, but after a couple of seconds a computer-generated voice began.

Prince Skye,

Your elf friend is alive and well and is in no immediate danger as long as you do as instructed. You have four days to get to Caris. Check into one of the royal residences and enjoy the city. On the fifth day, you will receive instructions on what you need to do next. Do not return to Capital City and if you value your friend, don't involve the authorities or speak of this to the Emperor or Prince Argos.

The message ended and Skye sat back and stared across at Venci.

"Shit."

"At least you have something and it's moving forward. You know you can't keep the Emperor or Prince Argos out of this."

Skye stayed silent thinking about what if anything he could do.

"You know that right, Skye? Please tell me you're not going to do something stupid like try and do this on your own."

"I might." Skye said out loud. Sorry, Venci, we don't know where they have spies or listening devices. Of course I'm not doing this on my own. But I don't need to tell them directly. I expect Pater's people already know. I also expect someone will contact us soon to tell us what we need to do.

"Have you ever been to Caris, Prince Skye?"

"No. I've heard of it, but that's it."

"We might need to prepare you. Caris is nothing like Capital City and probably not like any city you've ever seen. I expect there is a reason the kidnappers chose it - it's a great place to get lost. I'll see if I can come up with a PR angle for you to be there. Maybe one of those invitations..."

Skye saw Venci's eyes track to someone behind him.

"You have a visitor. Would you like to resume later?" Venci asked.

"Yes, thanks, Venci." Skye turned and saw Jayce standing in the doorway. "Come on in Jayce. Venci and I were ready for a break anyway. There's only so much financial stuff I can stomach."

"Sir," Jayce said taking a seat on the couch Venci just vacated.

"Feeling any better."

"Pretty good, sir."

"I'm really getting tired of everyone calling me sir. I'm only twenty for crying out loud."

"Sorry, sir," Jayce visibly cringed at the slip. "It's a military training thing."

"Fine. So, there are a few of you in the wing who haven't been bonded. You have options, and I need to know how-"

"Yes!" Jayce interrupted.

"Jayce, I haven't asked a question yet. Yes, what?"

"I want to be bonded."

"Okay, the question I was going to ask is with or without intimacy. We don't have to have sex, and to my knowledge, I don't have to physically mark you for the bond to work. What-"

"With sex."

"Are you going to let me finish any of my sentences?"

"Sorry, sir." Jayce cringed again.

"Okay, don't worry about the sir thing. I'll deal. I gather that pretty much all the guys have shared their stories. Anything you particularly want out of your bonding experience?" Goodness, from the smile lighting the guy's face you think I just gave him a blank check in the game store.

"Would it be possible, only if you want of course, but could maybe, you 'and' Garrett do me together. That sounded so hot. But are you sure, sir? I'm not as skilled as the other guys. I'm not in their league. I've only been in the guard for less than a year."

"Devroe recommended you. I and more significantly, my magic picked you. You're in, and yes, I'm sure. We'll probably set up a time soon. Garrett's flying spotter for the guys doing drops today so it will be this evening. I'm also expecting that we'll do a ceremonial bonding for Leesai and Gilian right after dinner.

"Is there a reason for the rush, sir?"

"Yeah, we'll be moving out in the next couple days. I got a message from the kidnappers."

• Scene 9 *

"That was rather anti-climactic, wasn't it?" Kwill asked.

"You recommend it, they both agreed, and it worked. Why complain now?" Skye retorted.

"I much prefer the hot and heavy sex bondings. So much more fun. While I still think it was the best approach for Leesai and Gilian, it wasn't very 'wow.'"

Garrett snorted on the other side of the room and then threw his hands up in appeasement when Skye glared. "Sorry, babe. I gotta agree with Kwill. It was boring. Now, on the other hand, if there was any more heat in the way Bryan and Jayce looked at you..."

"You'd be toast," Kwill finished. "Of course, Greggory is practically vibrating. You haven't spoken with him; I take it?"

"No, not yet."

"Going to have to... wait, you wouldn't? You're just gonna spring it on him?" Garrett asked in disbelief.

"Maybe."

Kwill and Garett both laughed. "Wait, wait. Let's picture this. Skye has Mica and Corbin go into his room after he's asleep and drags him out of bed, down the hall and presents him to Skye. Then all manner of horny, macho power play happens, and our sweet little Skye dominates the big bad wolf."

"That sounds like a plan. What do you think Skye?" Kwill asked.

"It's close to what I was thinking."

"Seriously?" Garrett asked.

"Yeah, River and I talked about it. If I ask Gregg, it puts him in an awkward spot, and he'd have to play his alpha card and fight it."

"And you're sure about Bryan?"

"What? You think I'm wrong Kwill?"

"No, just making you think it through. Two in one night..."

"I know he can do it," Garrett volunteered as he came over and wrapped his arms around Skye. "He has amazing stamina."

"That, I know," Kwill snickered. "I haven't picked up anything else from you or through the bond with Rilien. Have you?"

"No. Best I can tell without alerting him to my presence is that he's in a cell-like room and he's seen no one. He's scared, but I'm not picking up pain or severe discomfort."

"They may be taking precautions to make sure he doesn't see or hear anything that a psion could read from him. I doubt they understand your abilities are stronger. Most psions would be horrified at the thought of a dragon with stronger telepathic abilities than their own."

"Maybe that's a weakness we can use," Garrett said.

"Definitely. I certainly plan on it. With us as a team, my experience, and Skye's raw power, that traitorous little prick won't know what hit him."

"I'm assuming your people or at least Pater's, will be researching the rogue psion for any weaknesses?" Garrett asked.

"Most assuredly. And Skye, I will be attuned to you. If you pick up anything, anything at all, reach out to me. Also, if one of 'them' shows up with instructions."

"Why do you loathe them so much, Kwill?"

"Forgive me for being speciest, but they are one of the few races immune to our telepathic abilities. Worse, they are very adept at killing and are often the ones sent against my people. While I have no personal experience, they are used in the children's tales of my world - similar to your bogeyman."

"So because you can't outright turn their brain to mush, they're bad guys," Garrett clarified.

"No, of course not. But they are certainly worth fearing. It's unnerving in the otherwise ordered universe to have one race who is invisible to your senses."

"But I can sense them..."

"And that's a good thing as well as proof that your abilities are not the same as a psion's."

A knock sounded at the door.

"Skye, I think your first victim's here," Garrett said.

"Funny, very funny."

I'll let him in on my way out, Kwill sent. When he opened the door, a very nervous Bryan was standing on the other side. Kwill gave a nod, and after Bryan stepped in, he pulled the door closed.

"If you've changed your mind and you don't want to do this..."

"No, no. Father Dragon, no. Just nervous," Bryan said wringing his hands.

"Good thing I'm prepared," Garrett said handing glasses of dragon berry wine to both Bryan and Skye.

What are you up to? Skye asked.

Garrett leaned in and kissed Skye. Helping my mate relax. A few sips and you'll feel much better. You've already confirmed that he wants this. Not like you're cheating.

"So when I'm bonded is it true I'll be able to mind-speak with you?" Bryan asked.

"With me, yes. You'll be able to initiate as well as respond. With the other wing members, you can mind speak if I facilitate the conversation. You will; however, pick up emotions and strong thoughts from your wing- mates."

"Cool."

"Give yourself time to adjust. When you're first bonded having all the people in your head and being able to sense them can be a little overwhelming." Garrett took his own glass and raised it in a toast. "To the wing."

"Should I do something?" Bryan asked.

"Drink your wine. Skye and I will take care of the rest." Garret set his glass down and moved behind Bryan. He gripped his shoulders and began massaging them. "Relax, Bryan. I guarantee that it won't hurt."

"If it does, you better say so because it means something is wrong," Skye added finishing his glass of wine. He approached Bryan and began unfastening his shirt. He ran his fingers over Bryan's lips and up into the bright red hair.

As Skye removed the shirt and began kissing and caressing Bryan's pale chest. Garrett rubbed his back and kissed down his neck and across his shoulders.

"Are you ready, Bryan?"

"Oh, yeah."

Skye and Garrett helped Bryan out of the remainder of his clothing. Garrett was the next to strip.

"Shit, dude. Your muscles have muscles," Bryan said as he saw Garrett pull off the last of his clothing.

"Mmmm. Yeah, he does have nice muscles," Skye said as he pushed Bryan back onto the bed. He was going to undress himself, but Garrett had other ideas. He came up behind Skye and began reaching around to undress his mate and give Bryan a show.

"I do, but if you want to see perfection. Look at my mate."

Bryan's stare made Skye a little embarrassed. While thrilled his mate thought well of him, he still held fast to the "love is blind" principle.

"You might have started out human, but sure look dragon to me. Your skin even has a metallic shimmer," Bryan said.

"He's the best of both." Garrett spun Skye around and kissed him hard. I love you. And if you keep doubting how beautiful you are, I'm going to take pictures and post them, so every boy out there is fantasizing about my mate. But of course, I'm the only one who can have you.

Skye wrapped his arms around Garrett and hugged him tightly. I love you, and I want to show you how much, over and over again. But sadly, that won't get Bryan bonded.

Maybe we'll do a little of both.

"So Bryan, what would you like?" Skye asked.

"Father Dragon, I don't care. Wait, change that. No way that thing's gonna fit inside me!"

Skye turned and saw Garrett's large cock standing at attention. "Well, it would, but I don't mind keeping that all to myself. Just relax, Bryan. Why don't you start out on your hands and knees?"

Skye crawled under Bryan and began worshiping his cock, while Garrett zeroed in on Bryan's ass. In seconds, Bryan had swallowed Skye's cock. He wasn't sure that's what Bryan had planned on, perhaps it was his way to keep from making embarrassing sounds as his hole and his cock got the attention he'd asked for.

Skye kept his mind open to Bryan and his mate. He wanted to make sure it was pleasurable and certainly didn't want to scare the poor guy. He and Garrett quickly came to a mental agreement that Skye would take Bryan's ass, and Garrett would move around and let Bryan suck him. While Skye had no doubts eventually Bryan would give in and try Garrett, there was no rush.

So you good with that plan? Skye asked.

Sure, babe. Now I might argue about Jayce. I've wanted his ass since we first met him.

I'm sure we can work that out. So you think I should do the extra telekinetic stuff or stay with basics?

Go ahead. I like seeing them come undone, Garrett sent.

Skye reached out with his power and began stimulating Bryan's prostate and nipples. He could feel Bryan's body quivering at the overwhelming pleasure.

Skye saw Garrett move away and knew it was time to change positions. He kept up the stimulation, and if Bryan noticed or objected to the changeup, he didn't say anything. When Garrett moved in front of him, he sucked his cock in without pausing.

Skye positioned himself and pushed into the tight dragon hole. Soon enough he and Garrett hit a rhythm with Bryan spit roasted between them. They leaned forward and began kissing as the ginger got fucked from both ends.

Have I ever mentioned how much I like kissing you, babe? Garrett sent.

Mmmm. I like kissing you too. From what you're feeling, he's got a pretty talented mouth, not as good as Kwill of course. And he seems to have forgotten all about his concerns on how big you are.

Oh yeah, he's got me all the way to the root. How's the ass?

Hot and tight. It's not going to take long before I blow.

Garrett pulled back and tweaked Skye's nipples. Better get the mojo ready.

Skye agreed, he could feel Garrett and Bryan both building toward an orgasm. He pulled his magic and then reached out for Garrett's. He'd done this enough times that it was almost second nature. It was easy to bring their magic together, and he quickly found a responding current within Bryan.

"I'm going to cum, Bryan," Garrett said.

Skye knew Bryan was about to as well, so prepared himself and when his own orgasm hit and his seed began pumping into Bryan's body, he released the pooled magic and let it flow into Bryan. Skye bent across his back and rode the orgasm as he bit into Bryan's shoulder, marking him.

"That's it swallow it all, damn you're good," Garrett cried out.

When his body finished filling Bryan, Skye pulled out and wrapped around his arms around Bryan's glowing body. He pulled him to the side before the collapsed on the bed, missing the large puddle of cum Bryan had made.

"Sorry about that," Bryan said.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Skye responded. He saw Garrett already returning with a towel. He wiped up most of the spilled seed then laid the towel down before collapsing beside them.

"You doing okay, Bryan?" Garrett asked.

"Way better than okay. That was awesome. Thanks, guys."

"Believe me, I think we got the best part of that deal," Garrett said snuggling up to Bryan.

"Hey, you were right. I can feel them..."

They all lay back on the bed, catching their breath. Skye was pleased that all three of them were glowing brightly. To him, it was a sign of a job well done. Even if Bryan was still conscious.

He felt something, a presence, and turned to search the room with his mind. It was someone who hadn't been there moments before. Then he found it or rather him, on the other side of the door, waiting to be acknowledged.

"Sorry guys, we have a visitor." Skye looked around and found Garrett's robe and pulled it on. He opened the door and stood back. "Please, come in."

"Your Majesty," the lizard-man said. He held out his hand, palm down and Skye called forth his sigil and placed his palm against the outstretched hand. Soon a dagger glowed with red fire on the back of the chameleon's hand.

"You have news?" Skye asked. Garrett had pulled the covers over himself and Bryan. Bryan looked a little freaked out, Garrett just looked curious.

"We know where they're keeping Rilien. We've also confirmed the identity of those involved. It is not completely secure to speak of it here, and while I've thoroughly checked this room, it would be best if I save the details for later. I or one of my fellow agents will provide you with a full briefing on the way to Caris. Your assistant will find some helpful information provided to build a cover story and make arrangements for your schedule. A shuttle will be dispatched to pick up you and your people late tomorrow. Be ready."

"Everyone?" Skye asked.

"Your grandparents and Colonel Bianchi will return to Capital City. The rest of you will take the shuttle. Prince Argos will make sure the house staff knows the arrangements for the others."

"So you're going to tell us what we need to do, right?" Skye asked.

"Yes, sir. You're about to put your training to good use. You have someone to rescue."

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The Family Relationships:

• Argos D' Or Drakken, human, Prince, bond-mate to Darius, 'Pater' of Garrett, Zopyros, Kleitos, & Nikias. Adoptive father of Christos. Born on Earth - Greece. Has some characteristics and magic of a red dragon but not a dragon form. Artist.

• Christos D' Or Drakken, were-panther, Prince (without rights of succession), adopted son of Darius and Argos. Born on Draga. Student.

• Claudius D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, without royal rank, brother of Darius.

• Darius D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Emperor, Father of Garrett, Zopyros, Kleitos & Nikias, Adoptive father of Christos and bond-mated to Argos.

• Garrett D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, oldest son of Darius/Argos, assumed heir to the Empire, bond-mate to Skye Tomas Eklund. Commander within Galicon.

• Kleitos D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, third son of Darius/Argos. Medic.

• Nikias D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, Prince, fourth son of Darius/Argos, bond-mate to River Markus Eklund. Student.

• Charlie Eklund, human, grandfather of Skye and River. Born on Earth - U.S.A.

• Nancy Eklund, human, grandmother of Skye and River. Born on Earth - U.S.A.

• River Markus Eklund, chosen of Nikias. Most assume he will be a platinum dragon, Prince, bond-mate to Nikias. Born on Earth - U.S.A. Student.

• Skye Tomas Eklund D'Or Drakken, platinum dragon, Prince, bond-mate to Garrett. Born on Earth - U.S.A.

• Tiev D' Or Drakken, blue dragon, partner of Claudius.* Zopyros D' Or Drakken, gold dragon, without royal rank, second son of Darius/Argos. Medic specializing in non-dragon/magical species.

Skye's Imperial Guard:

• Bryan O'Dell, gold dragon, 5'10", bodybuilder, red hair, pale complexion, and emerald green eyes

• Chaz Blackclaw, were-dagger, 6'1", Ranger - athletic build, medium complexion, shoulder-length dark brown, wavy hair, chiseled face with dark brows and lashes, a neatly trimmed beard and striking blue eyes

• Feired Fornay, silver dragon, 5' 11", slender swimmer's build, pale complexion, silver-white shoulder-length, straight hair, pale blue eyes

• Fiske Abusson, gold dragon, 6', lean muscled swimmer's build, warm gold skin, slender hips, thick, straight shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes,

• Gilian, elf, Ranger, 5'4", slender athletic build, long, rich brown hair and brilliant green eyes

• Greggory Wolf, werewolf, 6', muscled athletic build, short dark beard, dark hair and pale green eyes

• Jayce Roberts, gold dragon, 5'10", pretty, ripped athletic build, notable 'v' torso, curly shoulder-length, golden brown hair, brown eyes with gold starburst

• Jos Trall, gold dragon, 5'9", bodybuilder, red-gold hair, skin more bronze than gold, blue eyes

• Kuai Lung, Chinese gold dragon, Asian in appearance, 5'6", ripped, slender build, black shoulder length hair, large dark eyes and a pretty face

• Leesai Tedurian, Felecian, female 6'6", muscled and ripped, skin is a deep golden brown and has a mane of light brown hair, yellow cat's eyes, a little larger and set farther apart, cheekbones more pronounced than a human's, has a tail

• Mica Kaber, gold dragon, 6'2", lean athletic build, shoulder-plus length, blond hair, blue eyes, Skye refers to him as his "surfer dude."

• Quinn Corbin, gold dragon, 5'11", muscled athletic build, short-cropped dark brown hair, dark brown eyes