Raxon, standing at a mere six feet two inches has always been made to feel inadequate, especially when he’s compared to his beautiful, brilliant brothers and dragon-lord father. To prove himself he takes on the most dangerous assignments for the dragon council. But when he is betrayed and made outcast, Raxon is given a chance at redemption. His mission is to infiltrate the Monsters inK circle. But within that circle is Damien de Marco—a human whose love for Rax burns fiercer than any dragon-fire. Will Rax destroy the very place and the very man who offers the acceptance he has always craved, or will love triumph?
“That’s a heartfelt sigh if ever I heard one,” Damien said, striding into Rax’s studio. He skirted around the Harley parked at the side. “Dude, you need a garage. This bike’s taking up floor space.”
“I prefer to keep it in sight.”
“Yeah, I know Harley guys are like that. I reckon some of them even sleep with their bikes.”
“I would not. Too many sharps—I might get stabbed in the dark.”
Damien lifted a brow. “You never want to get stabbed in the dark on your bed?”
Raxon stopped polishing the sculpture, frowned. “Oh, I understand. Stabbed in the dark. You mean sex. The human preoccupation with a simple biological necessity amazes me.”
“All I can say is that the bastard didn’t do you properly if that’s what you think sex is like—a simple biological necessity. Get real. You go with a guy you love, you fly, honey, you fly.”
“I have never.”
“Never what?”
“Had sex.”
Damien gaped at him, a flush creeping over his cheeks. “Never? Not even a BJ? Cripes.” Damien smiled at Raxon’s puzzlement. “A blow job, Rax. You use hand or mouth, maybe both to bring your guy to climax. You telling me you’ve never done it to someone, or relieved yourself?”
Raxan shook his head and swiped the cloth harder, faster over the figurine. “You’re rude, you know that, to discuss this with me in public.”
“Course I’m rude. I’d be boring otherwise.”
Raxon bit back the retort. One thing the human wasn’t—and that was boring.
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