Once Upon a Dragon

“Where the fuck is a fairy godmother when you need one?” Blaze asked in frustration.

“You know they’re a myth.” Ember cocked a brow at him.

“So are dragon shifters, but here we are,” Blaze countered.

“Hardy-har-har.” Ember slapped him on the back.

“Just shut it and help me get out of these damn weeds. You’d think they were alive the way they’re clinging.” Not only was he stuck, but the day wasn’t going how he’d planned.

“It’s your own damn fault. Why did you want to go to that stupid tower today anyway? It’s been empty for centuries.” Ember tugged at a particularly stubborn weed around Blaze’s ankle.

“I heard about it yesterday at the pub. One of the stooges said they saw something strange there and I want to check it out.”

“Yeah, right. You know those idiots were pulling your tail. You just want to get away from your roommates.”

“You would too. All they care about is working out and shifting. I’m sick of it. Why can’t any of them be normal?” It had almost come out as a whine. Blaze cleared his throat.

“By normal do you mean fuckable by your standards? And why did you have to move in with not one or two, but seven dragon shifters. That was just asking for a headache.”

“You’re just jealous you’re not the one living there. I know you want Pyre’s ass.” Blaze smirked.

“Shut the fuck up. Besides, it’s Flame I want. Pyre is a dillhole. There, you’re free. I’m outta here. If I wanted to be tormented I would have stayed home.”

“I’m sorry, man. Just, do this. For me. I’ll see what I can do to hook you and Flame up.” Blaze patted Ember on the back.

“Toss in Spark and we have a deal.”

“They’re not toys. It’s not like I can just hand them over you know.”

“Hey, it was worth a shot.” Ember winked at him.