Dragon Groomer Post #7

Dream Crusher made a soft crooning noise of contentment as the groomer scrubbed and polished each and every scale until the dragon shone like a jewel. Tyron glanced at the groomer’s neck again. There definitely wasn’t a mating collar. If anyone considered this man theirs they foolishly hadn’t made a proper commitment.

Tyron rubbed his own bare neck. The strip of skin above his uniform had never felt so bare before. He longed to have someone to share his life with but a dragon rider had difficulty explaining his bond with anyone other than another rider. And although Tyron might have had the odd fling with another rider but he didn’t want to permanent bond with someone like himself. He might be a rough man but he enjoyed beauty.

Derlin’s gentle manner appealed to Tyron. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this fascinated by anyone.


Tyron jerked his attention away from the groomer and turned to his men who were all watching him with various expressions of amusement.

“I’m coming,” he growled.

He nodded to Derlin who had looked up at the commotion. “Did you need something else, captain?”

“No,” Tyron tore his attention away from the groomer. He had things he needed to do for the day. Bending the groomer over the nearest surface and screwing him until he begged for more probably wasn’t on today’s schedule.

With a last regretful look at the groomer Tyron walked away.


Derlin watched the handsome captain leave.

“It’s probably better that he goes,” Derlin said regretfully to Frisson.

Human likes you. The dragon’s voice whispered in his head.

“You think so?” Derlin bit his lip as he swirled a brush in the cleaner and concentrated on particularly dingy scale.

Yes, he smells of desire when he looks at you.

“Huh.” Derlin didn’t know if he wanted a dragon rider to find him appealing or not. He just got his dream job and if he became involved with one of the riders and it didn’t work out, well the rider wouldn’t be the one who had to find a new place to work. In the scheme of things groomers were considered low on the importance scale.

You are important to us.

“Thanks Frisson,” Derlin rubbed some more lotion between the scales.

The dragon gave a soft snort. You don’t understand your worth.

Derlin gave a bitter laugh. “Trust me I know my worth.”

His family had always prided themselves on their service to dragons. Derlin enjoyed having a place in the world but he’d be foolish if he didn’t realize others had a different view of groomers, mere servants who were often poorly treated and badly paid. Derlin found a sweet spot in the rider stables with pay and benefits. He’d keep the position until they tossed him out.


30 thoughts on “Dragon Groomer Post #7

    • I agree i wanna read the full story but i would love to read it all at once i love this story so far…..

  1. Awh, poor Derlin. Don’t worry though Frisson, I think the riders will help him change his mind. Or at least Tyron will.

  2. Not sure if anyone is on board but Amber I really need you to start posting THIS story everyday…I love that he can hear the dragons and they understand him. You have my heart here in this story!!!


    • LOL! Sorry but I don’t have time to post every day all the time and still get books out. There are only so many hours in the day. I’m glad you’re enjoying it though :)

  3. I am so jealous that I do not have the imagination that you do, but luckily I have you as an author so I can live through your books. Quite the collection of Amber Kell books that I have, but I have room for more, much, much more. So keep writing and I will keep buying. Looking forward to next month for your birthday bash, makes me wish sometime my birthday was in November (or at least the last two year). Thanks for another great post :)

Comments are closed.