Grumpy Dragon Daddy by Milly Taiden
Tyla
Afew hours after her forced truce with the dragon, Tyla had returned to a small, private airport outside of St. Louis. There she ditched the rental car and boarded her helicopter. It was sleek and stealthy, upgraded for dragon hunting.
Tyla flew the chopper back to Denver, where she stashed it in a private hangar the dragon slayers owned, then hopped on her motorcycle to zip back to her apartment in the city.
The whole trip, she couldn’t get the dragon out of her mind. Flashes of the battle would come back to her. But it wasn’t the fighting that occupied her thoughts. Instead, she was thinking about the dragon’s dark, shining scales. His kaleidoscopic green eyes. The way he moved and handled himself…
What the hell is wrong with me? she wondered. Is it possible I actually found the dragon… hot?
On the other hand, the slayer initiation involved drinking dragon blood. It is part of how I got my strength and my keyed-up senses. Is it possible that it also… somehow… attracts humans to dragons?
She’d never heard of such a thing before. Though she imagined it wasn’t the sort of thing the slayers would advertise.
So maybe it was just some sort of dragon blood thing. Like I drank a little of his relative’s blood or something, and it’s calling out to him. It’s not that I’m actually wishing that dragon would fuck me…
Except there was no denying that the stirring between her legs was the result of more than just her motorcycle’s hum.
By the time she got back to her place, she was in a near erotic frenzy. She slipped into her apartment, then quickly into her bedroom. She didn’t even bother with any lights as she flopped onto the bed and tore off her pants and underwear.
She flung open the drawer of her nightstand, grabbing her lube with one hand and her vibrator with the other. In seconds, the wand was deep inside her while its nub stimulated her clit. She spread her legs and used both hands to guide the pleasure-maker where she needed it. All the while, she kept picturing the dragon, remembering the feel of his scales, the power of him…
She came with a deep moan, and the vibrator sent waves of ecstasy pulsing through her as she drenched her sheets with her passion.
I don’t even know what to say to you, she thought a few minutes later as she stepped out of the shower and looked at her wet self in the mirror. Getting off over a dragon? Maybe that’s why you failed to get your first solo kill.
She felt ashamed of her feelings and her lust for that beast. The shame made her angry. So, once she was dressed in her athleisure wear, she marched down the hall from her room and knocked on her kid sister’s bedroom door.
“Sage. Spar time,” Tyla announced.
“Solo kill didn’t work out, huh?” came her sister’s voice from the other side of the door.
“Meet you in the gym.”
Their apartment was a penthouse overlooking Washington Park. It had high, vaulted ceilings, tall, steel-framed windows, and lots of oak and leather furniture. It wasn’t really Tyla’s taste. But the Slayers had their own style, and they technically owned the apartment. Hundreds of years of killing dragons and plundering their hordes of gold and jewels had made her society wealthy enough to put up their slayers in this sort of luxury. The Bloodbane clan, especially, was particularly wealthy due to its success.
Half of the penthouse was devoted to a gym and sparring room. The floor was lined with mats. All sorts of training equipment, wooden weapons, and various gear covered the edges of the room.
Tyla waited impatiently for Sage, who’d been in bed, to get into her own sparring gear and hit the floor.
Finally, Sage popped in, bouncing in her usual way. Sage was a few inches shorter than her sister but a little stockier. Her hair was also red but a darker shade. Tiny freckles dotted her face. She looked and acted very cute. It was all a mask for the brutal fighter she already was, even at the age of twenty.
They began to spar, warming up with a few formal routines before moving into more free-style combat.
“It’s not just that you didn’t get the kill,” Sage said as they traded blows. She studied more than just her older sister’s fighting tactics. Sage’s perceptiveness sometimes freaked Tyla out. She seemed to have some witch’s powers, sometimes. “Something’s bothering you.”
“What gives you that idea?” Tyla asked.
“Please, sis.” Sage ducked under a kick from Tyla, then threw one of her own that Tyla barely blocked. “I know you better than you do. You’ve got boy trouble.”
“Huh.” Tyla switched her stance to work on her weaker side.
“Except,” Sage said as she blocked a few jabs, “there are no boys in your life because you’ve been obsessed for months over your solo kill of that…”
Sage suddenly came up short and stood straight as an arrow. Tyla was already throwing a punch. It connected squarely with Sage’s belly, sending her flying on her back and gasping for air. Between hiccupping for breath, Sage managed to get out, “Holy shit, Tyla… do you have the hots for a dragon?”
“I know, I know, it’s wrong,” Tyla said quickly as she helped her sister up.
“If anyone from the Elite Templars knew…”
“I’m trying to squash the feeling, but…”
“There’s only one way to squash that kind of feeling, sis.”
“What?”
“You’ve gotta kill the fucker.”
“He got away. Some normals showed up, and we called a Scaled Curtain.”
“Well, it’s a good thing your sister is so resourceful, then.”
Sage caught her breath and led Tyla to her own bedroom. Tyla watched as her sister sat at a computer, and her fingers began to fly over the keyboard.
“What’re you doing?” Tyla asked.
“Getting in touch with our contacts at the NSA.”
“We have contacts at the NSA?”
“Sis, the Bloodbanes – hell, all the Slayer clans – have contacts deep in every world government. I swear, sometimes you slayers are so stuck in the Middle Ages. Ah, here we go,” Sage announced.
Through a quick series of scrambled messages and coded communication, Sage had somehow managed to hack into government spy satellites all over the world.
“All right. You fought your boy here… Let’s plot out some of the possible exit strategies…”
Tyla sat back as her sister went to work, trying to ignore the way Sage had called the dragon ‘your boy.’