This blog story is written weekly (completely pantsed, so sometimes even I'm surprised at the left hand turns) in 1000 word sprints. If you are new to the story, scroll to the bottom to the Table of Content.
Copyright Lexi Ander
Alonzo appeared in the mouth of the hallway looking good—healthy good since Zane thought Alonzo was handsome not matter what. But he’d lost the sickly cast to his skin, and his dark eyes shone brightly, and when Alonzo grinned Zane’s thoughts stumbled to a halt. Passing by Skyld, Alonzo affectionately patted his ass, making Skyld practically jump out of his skin. Zane laughed aloud, loving the heated look Alonzo gave him before delivering a scorching kiss. He wanted so much more, but Alonzo pulled away. “Good morning, mi Rey.”
Zane licked his lips. “Good morning. Are you hungry?” Alonzo’s eyes blazed and his gaze dropped back to Zane’s lips in answer.
“I’m hungry,” Raine said, suddenly there next to Alonzo, not quite pushing him out of the way but definitely radiating the need for attention.
Zane wrapped a palm around the nape of Raine’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss, loving how Raine surrendered to him. When he pulled away, a smug satisfaction filled him with how Raine panted, his lips lightly swollen from the thorough kiss.
“I can start making breakfast,” Skyld said after clearing his throat.
Raine grinned devilishly before turning and prowling toward Skyld. Zane’s brother watched Raine with a wistfulness in his gaze that turned to surprise when Raine kissed him, practically climbing Skyld like a tree and forcing Skyld to wrap his arms around him and lean against the wall for balance.
Zane turned back to regard the mantles. He didn’t want to shut them up in the panic room again, but they would need the table for breakfast when everyone woke, which wouldn’t be long from now. He could hear stirring and low voices coming from the hallway.
“We can move them to the coffee table for the time being,” Alonzo said, a hand still on Zane’s waist.
“We can stay?” came a squeaky mantle voice. Zane grinned in response, noticing that Alonzo didn’t react. It would be weird talking to the mantles when nobody but Skyld could hear the other side of the conversation.
“You can,” Zane confirmed. “Do you mind if Alonzo helps me move you?”
The was only a slight hesitation. “We don’t mind.”
After Zane nodded at Alonzo, they moved the mantles to the square coffee table and to one of the armchairs since the table was a bit small to hold them all. A few asked to be placed on the oversized fireplace mantel. That was the point that Zane became sure they could ‘see’, but he was polite and didn’t pepper them with twenty questions.
He returned to the kitchen with Alonzo and they worked together to put together a hearty breakfast. Raine only let go of Skyld when Cord sauntered in wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that showed off the tattoos that went from knuckles to shoulders and a pair of jeans so tight nothing was left to the imagination. Cord took Raine’s place and proceeded to kiss the breath from Skyld. Zane watched from the corner of his eye with both bemusement and satisfaction as each member of Crimson Comet greeted Skyld.
Prince was dressed in tailored pants and a dark-green button-up vest that shimmered just so in the light, revealing the twining vines of ivy embroidered with silk thread. He waited for Cord to come up for air before imperiously squeezing between Cord and Skyld to have his turn giving Skyld a rousing good morning kiss. Raine took Anson’s dark face in his hands and brushed his lips gently over Anson’s. Midnight’s wet black hair was combed away from his face, the ends curling against his neck. He interrupted Prince’s assault on Skyld mouth by stealing Skyld away, shifting Skyld around as if they danced. Xander moved behind Skyld creating a Skyld sandwich with Midnight. It was a wonder that Skyld wasn’t a puddle of goo after having his tonsils checked by six of the sexiest men on the continent.
Starting with Prince whose eyes sought out Zane, they came for him and Alonzo. Prince’s saunter turned into a hunting prowl that heated Zane’s blood. He got lost in a haze of lust, forgetting about the food as he was passed from one person to the next. Each kiss was different, unique, and he hoped that every morning started out like this because damn, what a thing to get used to.
The last to greet Zane was Cord who wanted more than a mere kiss, his mouth moving over Zane’s chin and down his neck. They were jostled innocently enough since they were in an inconvenient spot next to the stove. Cord’s head snapped up, his upper lip lifting to reveal teeth that should not be that sharp and his blue eyes glowed with an ethereal light. Tendrils of dark gray smoke trailed from his nostrils. Zane gave a soft grunt as Cord’s grip around him unexpectedly tightened, not painfully but enough that Zane couldn’t easily get away—or for anyone to take him. When Cord opened his mouth, instead of speaking he emitted a growl that sounded jurassic, primal, a deadly warning that everyone in the kitchen took seriously and backed away hastily. Small scales formed on Cord’s forehead, his grendal making itself known.
Instead of pulling away, Zane pressed harder against Cord and took his mouth, distracting Cord’s dragon from doing anything that Cord would undoubtedly regret. The rumble remained steady but changed to something that sounded more like a purr. Reaching up, he gripped Cord’s blond hair in his fist and pulled firmly. Cord’s eyes pooped open, the dragon still there, lurking just under Cord’s skin.
“Mine,” Zane said, the one word filled with absolute authority. Cord’s arms tightened again and Zane bit Cord’s bottom lip, drawing blood in retaliation. That seemed to satisfy the grendal, and he whined, blinking rapidly. The dragon receded and Cord sagged but Zane held him close, not letting him fall. “You are mine,” Zane whispered in Cord’s ear. “Your dragon is mine.”
Table of Contents
Chapter One - Retirement
Chapter Two - Normal is not supposed to be this hard
Chapter Three - Caught
Chapter Four - Crimson Comet
Chapter Five - Mountain Magic
Chapter Six, Part 1 - Harbinger of a Nightmare
Chapter Six, Part 2 -
Chapter Seven, Part 1 - Stolen Answers
Chapter Seven, Part 2 -
Chapter Eight, Part 1 - No such thing as heroes
Chapter Eight, Part 2 -
Chapter Nine, Part 1 - Dead is supposed to be... dead
Chapter Nine, Part 2 -
Chapter Ten, Part 1 - Gathering Allies
Chapter Ten, Part 2
Chapter Eleven - Combustible
Chapter Twelve - Standing His Ground
Chapter Thirteen - Choices
Chapter Fourteen, Part 1
Chapter Fourteen, Part 2
Chapter Fifteen, Part 1 - To kill, or not to kill
Chapter Fifteen, Part 2
Chapter Sixteen - Maricoxi Guardians
Chapter Seventeen - Coincidence?
Chapter Eighteen, Part One - Guns Ablazin'
Chapter Eighteen, Part Two
Chapter Nineteen, Part One - Reckoning
Chapter Nineteen, Part Two
Chapter Twenty - Mercy
Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One
Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Two
Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Three
Chapter Twenty-Five, Part 1
Chapter Twenty-Five, Part 2
Chapter Twenty-Seven, Part One
Chapter Twenty-Seven, Part two
Chapter Twenty-Eight, Part One
Chapter Twenty-Eight, Part Two
Chapter Twenty-Nine, Part One
Chapter Twenty-Nine, Part Two
Chapter Twenty-Nine, Part Three
Chapter Twenty-Nine, Part Four
Chapter Thirty, Part One
Chapter Thirty, Part Two
Chapter Thirty-One, Part Two
Chapter Thirty-Three, Part One
Chapter Thirty-Three, Part Two
Chapter Thirty-Three, Part Three
Chapter Thirty-Four, Part One
Chapter Thirty-Four Part Two
Chapter Thirty Five
Chapter Thirty-Six, Part One
Chapter Thirty-Six, Part Two
Chapter Thirty-Six, Part Three
Chapter Thirty-Six, Part Four
Chapter Thirty-Eight, Part One
Chapter Thirty-Eight, Part Two
Chapter Thirty-Eight, Part Three
Chapter Thirty-Nine, Part One
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