Dagon's Ride [Brac Pack 19] by Lynn Hagen Page A

break? I’m still working.” He stated the obvious as he flipped a few ribs. Taylor liked this job better though because he got to be next to Dagon. It didn’t seem so much a job with a perk like that.
    Taylor dropped the tongs when his eyes began to burn. It felt like they were on fire. “Shit.” The palms of his hands rubbed them as they watered profusely.
    “You okay over there? The grill smoke will burn your eyes if you’re not careful.” He could feel Dagon’s hands on his face. “Move your hands and let me see, cachorro .” Taylor lowered his hands and blinked a few times, trying his best to open them.
    “Your eyes…they’re changing.” Dagon gasped. “They look like Panahasi’s.”
    “How? He said I was half demon.” 86
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    “This is true, but he also said you would discover yourself as the demon inside of you evolved.”
    Taylor wanted his green eyes back. He liked the fact that they matched Dagon’s. He tried rubbing them again, praying he could somehow rub the green back in.
    “Stop.” Dagon grabbed his hands. “You may make it worse.”
    “By rubbing them?” Taylor was being snarky, but he couldn’t help it.
    “Do you know anything about this? I sure as shit don’t. Maybe this is only temporary, just wait and see.” Dagon cupped his hand and poured water into it from a bottle and splashed Taylor’s eyes. “It’s worth a shot.” He shrugged when Taylor pulled the bottom of his shirt up and wiped his eyes.
    “See?” Dagon smiled. “They’re back to green.”
    “Really?” Taylor poked at his eyes and then thought about what he was doing. Duh, like I can tell by feeling them.
    “We’ll just monitor them to see what happens.” Dagon kissed Taylor and then walked back over to his grill.
    Taylor didn’t like the idea of his body changing on him and not having any control over it. Would his life ever even out and run smoothly? It seemed that he had experienced one thing after another lately, and his mind was having a hard time keeping track of all of this.
    Taylor jumped when he felt a hand skim down his back and cup his rear end. He was so submerged in thought that he hadn’t seen Dagon approach. He leaned back into the strong muscled chest, enjoying the closeness.
    He’s making you gay.
    Taylor had had about enough of his mom’s intrusive voice. It was starting to really piss him off. He was finally happy now, and she was ruining it! If only there was some way to turn that damn switch off!
    “ Cachorro ?”

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    Taylor was seething as he turned toward Dagon. “What?” he snapped. His mate pointed at the grill. Taylor gasped when he saw it levitate a few inches from the ground. Holy shit! Had he done that?
    “I think your anger is doing it.” Dagon stepped closer, embracing Taylor as he talked soothingly in his ear. “Calm down. Whatever is making you angry isn’t worth it.”
    “She won’t shut up,” Taylor replied.
    “Who?”
    “My mom. All I can hear are her critical words. They won’t stop.” He beat at his temple, making the grill hover higher.
    “She’s not here.” The Alpha walked over, talking in a low tone.
    “You are with Dagon, the man you love. Her opinion doesn’t matter, Taylor.” He blinked a few times and then nodded at the Alpha. Taylor couldn’t understand why he had allowed himself to get so damn mad.
    As soon as he calmed down, the grill hit the ground with a loud thud. That brought Taylor’s attention around. He stared it for a moment, watching the fire hiss and then smoke as the fat dripped from the steaks.
    Taylor grabbed the tongs, flipping the meat over before setting them down and then stared at the ground. He had done that, had made the grill leave the ground. Taylor stole a quick glance at the crowd gathering around him and then back at the ground. He didn’t care for all the attention on him now.
    “Do you want to go inside?” Dagon asked.
    Taylor nodded, keeping his eyes from making contact with