The dragon sighed, a sound like steam escaping a vent. "I do, actually."
His voice was deep and resonant, with an accent I couldn't place. And he'd just... dismissed me? Like I was some nobody?
"I'm Lance," I persisted, as if he hadn't just blown me off. "Personal trainer. Maybe you've heard of me?"
The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly. "Nope."
I faltered for a second but recovered quickly. "Well, now you have. And trust me, you'll remember the name." I flexed subtly, making sure he got a good look at what I was offering.
The dragon's expression didn't change. "Is there something you want, human? Besides stating your occupation and name?"
"I thought that was obvious," I said, gesturing to the bed he was lounging on. "I'm offering you a good time. Best you'll get in this place, guaranteed."
The dragon actually laughed at that, a rumbling sound that vibrated through the air. "How generous of you to offer your services.” He leaned forward, his snout inches from my lips. “No thanks.”
I felt heat rising to my face that had nothing to do with the room temperature. Nobody turned me down. Ever. Especially not when I was standing there with my dick out, offering myself up like a fucking gift.
"Your loss," I said, trying to sound casual. "Plenty of others here who know a good thing when they see it."
"I'm sure there are," the dragon replied, sounding bored again. "You should go find one of them."
Instead of walking away, I doubled down. "Look, I get it," I said, stepping closer to the dragon. "You're playing hard to get. It's fine, I like a challenge."
The dragon's eyes narrowed dangerously, a thin wisp of smoke curling from his nostrils. "You really don't, human."
"Lance," I corrected. "And I think I know what I like."
I reached out, intending to touch those gleaming scales, but before my fingers made contact, the dragon's tail whipped around with startling speed, stopping just short of my wrist. The message was clear. Touch me and regret it.
"I don't play games," the dragon said, his voice dropping an octave. "And I'm certainly not playing hard to get. I'm simply not interested."
A couple of nearby guys had stopped what they were doing to watch the exchange. I could feel their eyes on us, waiting to see what would happen next. This wasn't how things usually went for me. I was Lance, for fuck's sake. The guy everyone wanted to be fucked by.
"Look," I said, lowering my voice. "I've never been with a dragon before. You've probably never been with someone like me. We could have some fun together."
The dragon's expression shifted to something resembling amusement mixed with pity. "Someone like you? I've been alive for three centuries, human. Trust me when I say I've seen it all before."
That stung. Three hundred years? He'd probably fucked thousands of guys better looking than me. But still, I wasn't used to being dismissed so easily.
"Fine," I said, trying to salvage my pride. "Your loss. There are plenty of others here who'd kill for a chance with me."
"Then by all means," the dragon said, gesturing toward the rest of the room with a clawed hand. "Don't let me keep you from your adoring fans."
I turned away, my face burning with humiliation. This wasn't how my night was supposed to go. I was the one who did the rejecting, not the other way around.
As I walked back toward the main area, a werewolf approached me, his eyes hungry. Any other night, I would have been all over him. Werewolves were always a good fuck. They were enthusiastic and insatiable. But tonight, I couldn't focus on anything except the sting of rejection.
"Hey," the werewolf said, his voice a low growl as his eyes dipped to my cock. "Wanna fuck me in the sling?”
I glanced back at the dragon, who wasn't even looking in my direction anymore. He'd completely dismissed me from his mind. Something hot and uncomfortable twisted in my gut.
"Sure,” I told the werewolf. “Get in the sling.”
Maybe I could make the dragon see what he was missing, make him jealous. Then he’d want me.
The werewolf practically bounded over to the sling, his tail wagging with excitement. I followed behind him, making sure to walk with my usual swagger. Let everyone, especially that arrogant dragon, see exactly what they could have.
"I've seen you here before," the werewolf said as he positioned himself in the leather sling, his furry legs spread wide. "Always wanted to feel that cock inside me."
