Beastblood - The Lost Heir Part 8

Music thumped in the distance. Even in the limo, we could hear the music. Chloe had the biggest grin on her face as she sat next to me.

I took a moment to soak up the blue dragon in her human form. Her straight, black hair was pulled back but still loose as it cascaded down her back heavy enough that it wasn’t all over the place despite the kissing we’d been doing.

Her lips were a little redder than normal as she bit them, made only more obvious with her pale skin. “Thank you for this, I know the concert isn’t exactly your scene.” Chloe searched my eyes.

I kissed her again. “Pretty sure I was the one to get the tickets. This was my idea.”

Chloe was in a torn, white shirt with ‘One-Two Shockers’ stretched across her chest, and jeans that had more holes than fabric. To complete the look for the concert, she had on a pair of chunky studded bracelets.

She was the youngest of the dragons that made up my honor guard. The dragons at the conclave had wanted them to guard me, but also to join my harem and hopefully speed up the potential repopulating of dragons. Their numbers were still sorely low from a war that had spread across Europe hundreds of years ago.

The honor guard became my dragonettes, originally six, joined by Regina to make seven. They still stuck largely to their goals of protecting me, yet increasingly they were joining my bed, and the dragon part of me preened at having a harem of dragons to go home to every night.

As the youngest of them, Chloe was all spunk and, apparently, more than a little punk as I’d come to figure out her love of heavy metal concerts. Though, young was an interesting qualifier when it came to dragons. Chloe was in her eighties even though she had the body of a young twenty something.

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Release date

Lydbog: 25. december 2024