Idon’t want to be here. I want to be in bed snuggling with Tristan, while I still can. The duel is on the full moon, mere days away. These could be our last days together, the only time we have left. I want to make the most of them.
But here I am, in a room full of fey while they lounge around on huge cushions, talking meaningless drivel and smoking hookah pipes, of all things.
I do understand Tristan’s insistence that he needs to put on a brave face and act is if he isn’t worried at all by the upcoming duel with his brother. Tristan is a prince. His entire life is about appearance. He needs to be seen around court, behaving normally. It sucks for me, but it is what it is.
As for the idea that he might learn something useful, personally I think that is ludacris. But it is the only thing to come out of the brothers’ meeting. Nobody had any bright ideas. The only plan was to try to find more intel on Llywelyn’s abilities.
Just how Tristan is going to achieve that by lying around getting high on smoke, is beyond me. But what do I know? Fey court intrigue is all new to me. I should stop griping and play my part by sitting here and looking like a goodlittle pet. I need to look innocent and sweet, and not like a crazed feral beast that goes around throwing water on people. Even though hundreds of people saw it, but nevermind.
If I act like butter wouldn’t melt, it makes Llywelyn’s challenge look unreasonable. Which I’m sure will help quiet any resentment once Tristan wins. Because he is going to win. I need to believe that. Positive mindset. Affirmations and all that jazz. That’s the type of shit I should be thinking about. I need to snap out of all this, ‘last days together’ bullshit.
I take a deep breath and sit up a little straighter.
Blake gives me a friendly little smile. He looks so at ease sitting by Mabon’s feet. Wearing only what amounts to a dangly loincloth, while the rest of his impressive body is smeared in baby oil.
I wonder if I will ever get as comfortable being held on a frigging leash. Though, thinking about it, I don’t think about it as much as I used to. Wearing a collar and having Tristan hold my leash feels almost natural. So maybe I am settling in.
“We need some entertainment,” says a willowy woman with green hair. Her English is flawless, with no trace of an accent.
“Oh!” exclaims her friend, who is sitting beside her. A tiny silver-haired woman with wings. “How about letting the pets play? I’d love to see the big one destroy the little one.”
My gaze meets with Blake’s and we exchange a look of horror.
“I don’t know,” Tristan says slowly. “I don’t usually liketo share.”
My heart smashes painfully against my ribcage. It is beating a thousand times a minute, I swear. Tristan cannot seriously be considering it?
His warm, strong hand rests on my shoulder and gently squeezes. I let out my breath. Of course he isn’t considering it. I’m being an idiot and panicking over nothing.
“Prince Mabon, what do you think?” asks someone.
Mabon looks even more panicked than I was feeling a moment ago.
“Um…No…My pet’s cock is mine,” he stammers.
Blake blushes a truly beautiful colour. It really is cute.
The tiny silver girl leans forward. “How about making the little one rail the big one? That would be hilarious.”
Laughter spills out across the room. I close my eyes. Jesus Christ. I know I’m not the manliest of men, but the idea of me topping isn’t that uproarious.
“Or we can make them have a race. Hand on each other’s cocks. See who can make the other cum first.”
More delighted laughter and a smattering of malicious tittering.
“I bet the little one makes very pretty noises.”
For fuck’s sake. Now my cheeks are getting hot. Fey really are unbelievable. They are speaking English. Everyone knows Blake has an earring that works as a translator. So all of this is entirely for my benefit. Nasty bastards. Like a roomful of cats toying with a mouse before they pounce.
“Remember when Prince Rhydian showed us all the pleasure of Consort Jamie?”
My eyes snap open and my head twists back to look over my shoulder at Tristan. He doesn’t look at me. He simplykeeps his attention on the other fey and smiles softly, as if it is a happy memory.
I shudder and turn my head back around. Okay, Tristan is keeping up an act. It is fine. I’ll ask him about it later.
Poor Jamie. I knew Rhydian was a bastard. I’m really, really glad I tried to kill Tristan and not anyone else. Belonging to any other fey would be a fate worse than death.
“Remembering that has made me hard. Now I need someone to suck my cock,” someone whines. “I miss the days when rhocyn were truly rhocyn.”
