Chapter 3
Zed
Fifteen years ago
On Saturday, I put on my rented, pale-blue tuxedo. It clashes with my red scales, but it’s Cari’s favorite color, so I hope she likes it.
I ignore Gabe’s advice about jerking off, though. I don’t need to nut to have clarity about Cari. She’s it for me. I even tell my mom that I think she might be one.
“A human?” she says, frowning. “She’s a nice girl. I’ve just never heard of a non-dragon alokoi. Plus, you’re a late shifter like your father. There’s nothing wrong with it, of course, but he didn’t find me until well into his thirties. Are you sure she has that special smell?”
“I don’t know! She smells good. Really good.”
“A lot of humans use scented body products. You could ask her to skip them for a week to get more of her natural aroma, just to be sure. Or lick her between the legs to get her scent from the source. She probably won’t mind.” My mom titters.
Steam rises from my nostrils. She’s so embarrassing sometimes. “I’m not asking her about her bathing habits! Or licking her anywhere! She’ll run away screaming!”
“Oh, she might scream, but I doubt she’d run away.” She smirks at me and then doubles over laughing when I glare back. “Come on now, Zedraak Glisson. You’re a fully grown dragon. I’m allowed to tease you a little.”
A growl is my only answer.
She pats me on the arm and straightens my pale-blue bowtie. “You look very fierce, darling. Be careful with your horns and everything will go well.”
But it doesn’t.