I cleared my throat. “No, I'm about as gay as they can make 'em. Why? Are you looking to use me to sate your lust?” I waggled my brows at him.
Gunrel grunted, slung his pack over his shoulder, and picked up my trunk. With one hand. And it was not a small trunk. Then he walked past me.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. Then louder, “Is that a yes?” I ran up beside him.
Gunrel may not have made my heart stop, but he was a fine-looking man with dirty blond hair and a pair of beautiful green eyes. He was also big enough to toss me around like a toy. And I loved that.
He looked sideways at me, his lips twitching, then said, “You should weigh your options first, human. You'll have many offers by tonight.”
“Oh, we're back to 'human,' are we?” I rolled my eyes. “You lose points for that.”
Gunrel's lips almost lost their battle to stay firm. “Points?”
“Yeah, you know, fuck points.”
He jerked to a halt. “Did you just sayfuckpoints?”
“Uh-huh.” I kept going, sauntering past him so my ass swished. I had a great ass, and I knew it. “Points I give potential lovers to decide on who to fuck.” I looked back over my shoulder to find him staring at my ass. “And just so we're clear. I'm a bottom.”
“You are indeed,” he said under his breath.
I jerked my head forward before he saw me grin. “Are you coming?”
“Not yet,” Gunrel muttered and stepped up beside me.
Oh, yeah, I was going to have a glorious adventure in Latur. The Dragon King was probably out of my reach, but I could dream about that dream man or even fantasize about him when someone else had me beneath them. When you're on your hands and knees, you can imagine whoever you want.
I had a feeling King Shaleros would be featured in all of my future fuck dreams.
Chapter Three
Gunrel took me through straight corridors, past airy rooms full of people in light, layered clothing. Then we arrived in a residential wing. The doors there were shut, so I didn't know it was a corridor of guest rooms until he motioned me into one with a jerk of his chin.
I went into a small sitting room with pale wood furniture set low to the stone floor, and Gunrel stepped past me. He went through an arched doorway and set my trunk down. I followed him into a spacious bedroom. Silk tapestries hung from the frame of the four-poster bed. Gold thread glinted among the blue silk. Beautiful, but I went past the bed and the fancy dresser with its tall mirror to check out the private terrace.
With a sigh, I leaned against the stone railing and stared across the city. “This is lovely.”
Gunrel grunted. “Take your clothes off.”
“What?!” I spun around.
His lips twitched. “You need to change into something nice enough to meet the King.”
I blinked. “The King? I'm meeting him now?”
“Yes. He saw us arrive. He'll want you to be presented to him immediately.”
I just stared at Gunrel, images of King Shaleros bombarding my mind.
“Now,” Gunrel said.
“Oh!” I rushed back into the room and went to my trunk. “Uh. Hmm. What should I wear?”
“The purple tunic,” Gunrel said, looking over my shoulder. “It will make your eyes look golden.”
I blinked and looked up at him. “Golden?”
He looked at me. “You didn't know that you have cat eyes?”
