Dragons 02 - Dreaming of Dragons by T.A. Chase

of himself made George chuckle. The elf knew his own personality well. George couldnt argue with him. “Beowulf has approached me twice making comments about you. Ive ignored him, but what if I listen to him? Let him think that I would be willing to hear what he has to say. I think he and Morgana have something to do with all of this. Ive seen them together more often lately. I dont believe the rumor that they are lovers. Beowulf has never been inclined to fuck women and I dont think hes going to start with her.” Georges first reaction was to say no. He didnt want Mordred anywhere near the elfs ex-lover. Trusting Mordred not to be seduced by the English hero wasnt the problem. He knew Mordred loved him beyond anything Beowulf could offer the elf. George didnt trust Beowulf. The other man was violent and jealous. He didnt want Mordred risking a chance of getting hurt to help them out. “I know youre fighting the urge to say no. You dont want me to get hurt, and you think Beowulf would do something to me if he figured out I was playing him like that.” Mordred rose up on his knees and brushed a kiss over Georges lips. “My hero. Your warrior heart doesnt want me to take any risks. Thats what you are supposed to do.” He buried his hand in Mordreds hair, keeping his lovers mouth pressed to his. As much as he wanted to say no, he knew better. No matter his protestations, Mordred would do as he chose. Easing back, he nodded. “How do we set your plans in motion, love?” Mordred ran his f