Page 101 of Dragon AU

“No need. Jeff said I should stop calling and just come by. It’ll be less of a headache.” Milo picked up his fork and took a bite of the fried rice. “Oooh, tasty!”

Rowan’s toes curled in happiness in his socks and he looked down shyly. “I’m glad you like it.”

Milo tangled their ankles together. “You make a good HouseMateDragonHusband.”

“That’s not the term.” Rowan shifted, unable to hide his true feelings of glee under his usual grumpiness. “I just like doing things for you.”

“If you want this dinner eaten and not all over our naked bodies while we get nasty on the table then you better stop right now, Rowan Rangecroft,” Milo warned, pointing his fork at him.

Rowan felt his cheeks heat. Tempting as that was, he enjoyed sitting like this with Milo almost as much as Milo sitting on him. Surrounded by their nest. All their belongings mixed together. Talking about their days.

Milo kept calling him a secret romantic.

“Oh!” Milo said suddenly. “I forgot to tell you! Lyra had to deal with this creep who kept talking about her cookies and she kicked his ass. It was so great!”

They finished their meal just like that, with Milo filling Rowan in on Lyra’s badassery and every other little thing that had happened that day. The steady chatter lasted through washing the dishes and getting changed into comfy clothes and all the way to snuggling on the couch.

Milo picked up one of his dragon books and cracked the spine, leaning back against Rowan. He lifted the book over his head until it was directly in front of Rowan’s nose.

“Ready!” he said.

“You know, I’m almost positive you can read.” Rowan pushed the book back a bit because he only saw a black blur in front of him with it that close.

Milo threw his head back and looked at him upside down, bottom lip pushed into a pout.

“You have to be nice to me or I’ll die,” he said. A mantra he clearly planned to milk until the day he actually dropped dead.

“That is not how anything works,” Rowan said.

“It could be.”

“But it’s not.”

“I am the first half dragon in three hundred years, Rowan. The registry dude said so when we went. He was all ooooh and aaaah and can I take a picture of you shifted. I’m a big deal.”

“You’re a menace.”

“But an important menace,” Milo said. And he was technically right.

Milo’s dragon registration process had been completely different from the usual, boring, “please state your last name and family breed, sign here, thank you and goodbye.” The entire building had congregated around him, asking to see his wings, asking him to come in for further questions, and worst of all, asking to touch him.

That was where Rowan had drawn the line. He’d swept Milo into his arms and let out a soft growl at the invading hands reaching for his mate.

They’d all gasped, eyes wide and awed as they watched Milo nearly climb up his body in an effort to get closer.

“So the stories are true,” someone had said, and Milo had asked which stories.

Which led them to a section of a bookstore filled with half dragon romance novels Rowan hadn’t known existed.

The Omega Dragon King’s Alpha Horde

Matched with the Dragon Commander

Ruined by his Billionaire Dragon Boss

They bought one. For shits and giggles.

Then Milo got obsessed with them, and with Rowan reading them to him. And Rowan was truly unable to say no to him.