Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
He looked normal when they’d left. All the tear marks were gone, and his jeans covered the lingering pink blush on his butt. Just thinking about that spanking made him hot again. Stop it. Down! Brooks hoped his shaft would listen this time.
“No one will know, Adventurer. And if they figure it out, they’ll understand more than you anticipate. Remember you were going to ask if the other mates had any hobbies to see if you had some fun things in common.”
“I think you suggested that. I don’t think I’ll try to wiggle my way into any activities they’ve already set up. That seems pushy.”
“Totally up to you,” Rogan assured him.
He’s going to ask the other dragons. “Fine, I’ll ask if the subject comes up.”
“Perfect. Have fun.”
Brooks could feel Rogan’s gaze on him as he walked to the group of mates greeting each other. He obviously hadn’t hidden his nervousness well. Brooks did appreciate the stream of support that flooded toward him through their connection.
“Hi!” Brooks greeted the others and gritted his teeth when his voice sounded a bit too cheerful to be natural.
“Brooks! We’re glad to see you. We were talking about getting together to read the book Ciel is writing,” Aurora shared, seemingly not noticing Brooks’ tension.
“Brooks might not like to read Daddy books,” Ciel blurted as she turned a delightful shade of pink.
Instantly intrigued, Brooks guessed from her blush that the book was spicy at least. Daddy books. Was that a thing? “I don’t think I’ve ever read a Daddy book. Are they a relationship like we have with our mates?” Brooks asked, forcing himself to ask the question.
“Yes. That’s what makes them so delicious,” Lalani said with a grin. “It turns out all the girls had found these books before we discovered what Wyvern had in store for us. Surprise! Fated dragon Daddies.”
The group laughed at that term. Almost everyone’s lips moved as they repeated that phrase to themselves. There was no doubt the shifters would be called that from now on. Fated dragon Daddies.
“I think of it as training and orientation,” Ciel joked. “Daddy and I read the few paperbacks we each had in that genre together. When we ran out, he suggested I try writing my own.”
“What? On an old manual typewriter?” Brooks asked in disbelief.
“Exactly. I’m getting better. I don’t get the keys jammed together much anymore. Aurora read each chapter after I finished it. Now the audience has grown to the four of us—well, five if you are interested. You don’t have to join if you don’t want to,” Ciel assured him quickly.
“Oh, I want to join. Is there a chance we could start at chapter one so I can hear the beginning, too?” Brooks asked. He couldn’t believe this was a thing and couldn’t wait.
“Of course. We usually start at the beginning. That helps everyone remember the story,” Lalani said. When even her darker skin tone turned red, Brooks knew those stories were spicy to say the least.
“Each mate takes a chapter,” Ciel told him.
“Count me in. I can’t wait. When’s the next reading?” Brooks asked.
“I finished a chapter last night before bed. We could review it today,” Ciel admitted. “We need to find a quiet spot. The Daddies enjoy eavesdropping and getting ideas.”
When each mate in the group nodded almost as one, Brooks suspected this had happened more than once. Ciel must be creative. “After dinner?”
“Yes. My nursery.” Skye shared the gathering spot.
Aurora helped him. “You haven’t been in there yet, I bet. I’ll signal you and we can sneak off together. That way I can show you where it is.”
Brooks nodded his agreement. He couldn’t wait. Glancing over at Rogan, he found the dragon shifter studying him. His Daddy had to know about this and had suggested Brooks ask about activities to break the ice. How crafty of him. Brooks sent him a thumbs-up signal to let Rogan know he was fine and saw his Daddy nod in response before turning back to talk to the others.
After eating three of the hotdogs Oldrik’s amazing chef had created from scratch, along with homemade chips and ice cream, Brooks followed Aurora into the darkened mansion.
“That was an incredible dinner. Who knew stuff made at home tasted so much better than the packaged stuff I used to buy at the grocery store?” Brooks said to Aurora.
“We are very lucky to have our mates’ staffs. In town, all of Wyvern is banding together to help each other. A lot of neighborhoods have communal dinners where everyone contributes. The dragons help by collecting supplies we can’t make here in Wyvern. Sugar is the one I’m going to miss, but medicine is scary.”
“I’d thought of that,” Brooks commented. His grandmother had run out of her high blood pressure medicine a month ago. The dragons checked in different pharmacies on their scouting trips, but the manufactured supplies were running low. It was a scary time to have a health condition or illness.