This was standard talk in Newfangled. We get right to the point. Because if he wanted more than I was willing to give, then I'd excuse him and welcome the next man. He'd appreciate it too, I'm sure. It would free him to find what he wanted.
Lenfre leaned in, setting his palm on my knee. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
Yup, that was too much for me.
I took his wrist and moved it back, setting it on his knee. “It was nice to meet you. Have a good evening. I hope you find someone to give you what you're after.”
Lenfre chuckled, but didn't protest. It wasn't a big deal. We just didn't mesh. He was looking for someone who wanted to be face-fucked, and I wanted to ride a cock. No match. So, he got up.
I wasn't alone for long. The next man was a X'anti. Even without wings, he was bigger than Lenfre. And the bulge in his pants both interested and repelled me. It might be too much for me to handle. But maybe that was exactly what I needed—a good stretching that would leave me aching and wipe out all thoughts of the King.
Licking my lips, I leaned in to begin the questioning. But as I did, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.
Someone was garnering a lot of attention. I paused and turned to see what the commotion was about. Now, I don't mean that people shouted or pointed. They murmured softly. Clothing rustled. Stares shifted. It was as if the entire room sighed. And that meant the new man was something special. So, I looked. My brow rose in response to what I saw. Then I watched, utterly fascinated, as the man stood there, looking around. Searching. I cocked my head—an automatic reaction usually reserved for moments of confusion or curiosity. But I wasn't confused or curious. I was astonished. Then, just as eager Eljaffna surrounded him, the man's stare shifted toward me.
“Is that the King?” the X'anti whispered.
“Yes.” I turned to give the room—and the King—my back. Maybe he hadn't noticed me. “You can go, if you want.”
“No, I'm good. I've heard he's a top, and he doesn't bite.” He grinned at me. “I'm just a little surprised to see him here. Didn't take him for a blood donor.”
“One bite is all it takes to make an addict,” I muttered.
“What's that?”
“Oh, nothing. So, what's your pleasure tonight?”
He looked down at my chest. Then further. “I want to fuck you while you bite me.”
“What if I ride you?”
His grin widened. “I'd be delighted.”
“Are you all right with going somewhere more private?”
“Absolutely, beautiful. Where do you wanna go?”
“He's not going anywhere,” a rich, furious voice came from behind me.
I closed my eyes in annoyance. All right, there was a tiny thrill that ran down my spine as well. But that only annoyed me even more.
“Your Majesty!” The X'anti shot to his feet. “Have I . . . uh, is he . . . are you two . . . uh, I'll just be going.” The enormous horned man ran away.
I made an annoyed sound as I swiveled on the bench to face the King. “What are you doing here?”
“Me? What the fuck areyoudoing here?”
I drew my head back. “Pardon me, Your Majesty? I'm an Eljaffna. This is where I belong. It is not, however, where Dragons go.”
“Am I unwelcome?”
“Of course not. This is your city. Your kingdom. You are welcome everywhere, I'm sure. Just not at my table.”
King Tor'rien snorted and sat down.
I scrunched my face at him. “That was about as far from an invitation as it could get.”
“Enough of this, Tekhan.” The King leaned back against the cushion that went only halfway up the back of the bench and stretched his arm across the cushion top, much as I'd been sitting mere moments earlier.
