Saeran’s dreamed about retiring from his lifestyle as a male prostitute for a while. But would catering to a dragon shifter be the best thing? Dragons are known to bite now and again.
Barro is enamored with Saeran and his luscious body. Inviting Saeran back to his house to be at his beck and call seemed the logical thing to do at the time. When Saeran accepts, he is overjoyed and can’t fight the growing attraction between them.
Saeran becomes more to Barro than the houseboy he originally planned on. The question is, what exactly is Saeran becoming? They open their hearts to one another, and all secrets are revealed.
Saeran ran his fingers over the cool scales of the creature before him. The sleeping form of the dragon was curled up in the corner of its quarters. A beam of sunlight streamed through the window, flowing over the emerald scales and refracting the light around the room into a myriad of colors. Saeran’s discarded clothing littered the floor. Quietly, he stepped over the dragon’s tail, trying to avoid the sharp spikes as he gathered his things. He slipped his pants on and then his vest, before grabbing his belt and tying it around his waist. The only thing missing was his dragon bone knife. Shit. It must have fallen out somewhere.
He glanced around the room and spied the hilt sticking out from underneath the dragon’s left foot. After his customer was satisfied with their fucking, he had transformed into the dragon. The gold he had been paid had been stacked on the table near the door. He slipped it into his pouch. A good night’s wage for very little work. The man had been gentle and didn’t demand anything strange. The one thing Saeran did not allow was being kissed on the mouth.
This was the only way of life he knew, and one day he hoped to get out of the business. When he had gotten old enough, he’d taken on his own clients and moved. Now he brought in top dollar because he was well known among the shifters. They could bite him and he wouldn’t turn into whatever they were, and he healed at an accelerated rate, so he could take more than the usual amount of abuse a human could withstand if the client ordered it. Pain didn’t matter to him. Saeran didn’t know the cause of his unusual abilities, but as a child when he was beaten, he had retreated to the place in his mind where he could take flight.
He paused, catching a glimpse of his reflection in the gilded mirror on the wall. His skin was golden from spending time in the sun. A high forehead was topped with strawberry blond hair. In the morning light it looked redder than blond. Dark blue eyes stared back at him, his full lips set in a straight line. His nose was a little angled as if it had been broken a couple of times, but he was born with it that way. His red leather vest covered a flat chest. He tried not to let his looks go to his head. Saeran was lucky he hadn’t been killed in his line of work. So many others he knew had ended up dead, their throats slit in the alleyway, bodies left naked and exposed for all the world to see. His was a lifestyle and a profession that was shunned in their world.
Saeran glanced over and saw the man he had slept with the night before. His black hair was shot through with gray. Deep green eyes peered into his. Saeran searched his mind for the man’s name. Barro. He had been a gentle lover. Barro’s cock rested on his naked thigh. Saeran licked his lips and thought about touching him once more. Their lovemaking had been something he wouldn’t easily forget. The touch of the other man’s hands was burned into his flesh. Each place those fingers had trailed along his skin was etched into his memory. Just the thought firmed his prick. He’s just another trick. It’d be bad to get caught up on him no matter how tender he was.
“You were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
The dragon shifter patted the bed. “Why don’t you come back over here?”