Even if it had been interesting.
And…fun.
I could—grudgingly—admit that to myself.
However, he was no Lord Belshazzar. Not at all.
The quiet lord standing next to me could goall night longuntil we were drained ofallenergy and spent from passion. The Overlord ticked every single one of my boxes in the bedroom.Every single one of them.If no one was around right now, I’d tackle him to the ground and demand that he fuck me. I wanted him again—already. I had ever since I’d left his bedroom, the constant alluring thought of his beautiful body pressed against mine tempting.
Master Niallan’s green eyes sparkled. “Object all you want. But your eyes are dilating right now while you look at me.” He winked. “I’ll be seeing you soon, your majesty.”
I doubted he’d think that if he knew I was currently thinking about how fucking pretty his main adversary’s cock was.
I used what I had available to me though, not swaying him from his line of thinking. “Just show us to our rooms, Master Niallan. It’s been a long day.”
* * *
“Oh my god,” Lord Xenon muttered. He turned in a slow circle inside the one room that all six of us were standing in. “Is this his idea of a joke? Some of us will have to share beds.”
Two golden bunk beds were situated against the left wall, their sides pressed up against each other. A twin-sized bed was on top, and a full-sized bed was on the bottom of each one. The blankets were piled high, and the pillows were fluffy.
I dropped my bags and pointed to the top left bed, the farthest away from the lone bathroom. “That one is mine.”
“The fuck it is,” Lord Otto stated in a hurry. He rushed right to the bed I’d pointed at and threw his luggage up onto the mattress. He grinned with glee. “I got here first, your majesty.”
There was only one single bed left.
The remaining five of us charged at it.
An elbow landed in my neck—pretty sure it was Lord Xenon’s flying limb—and I stopped and placed my hands on my knees, choking and coughing. I couldn’t even see the rest of the struggle clearly, as my eyes were watering too badly. It was all a blur of rapid limbs, grunts and shouts, men being tripped and falling over each other, and even some blood winging through the room and splattering onto the beige tiling.
I held my throat and straightened. I scowled at Lord Xenon where he was now perched on the last single bed, like a damn contented cat, grinning from ear-to-ear. Dots of blood peppered his left cheek, smearing as he rested his head down on his pillow. Pain resonated inside my neck, making it difficult to speak. I croaked, “Dickhead.”
“I didn’t hit you that hard.” He snickered. “You’ll be healed in a minute or two. Don’t be a sore loser.”
Lord Belshazzar sighed and dropped his bag on the bed below the smug lord’s. “My balls are off limits, fucker. Touch them again, and I’ll rip yours off.”
Lord Xenon laughed and rolled onto his back. “Guess it’s not just your secret brother you’ve lost against.” His gaze caught mine, and then rose back to the ceiling. He closed his eyes in satisfaction. “You must be more tired than you thought, my lord.”
The enigmatic Overlord was smart.
My father waggled a finger at Lord Pippin and me. “One of you is sleeping with me. I don’t trust you two together. There will be no flames rekindled.”
I lifted my eyes heavenward. “That’s not going to happen.”
“Exactly. It won’t be.” His brown eyes narrowed, and his waggling finger stopped on Lord Pippin. “You’re with me. Where I can watch your bastard ass.”
Lord Pippin snorted. “I hog the blanket.”
“It’s true. He does.” I walked to grab my bags. “And that’s why I agree with my father. You’re sleeping with him.”
Lord Pippin ran his fingers through his dark red hair. “That’s probably for the best, anyway.”
“Agreed. I might kill you while you sleep if you steal my blanket one more time. And that would upset all of our fans.” I dropped my bags next to my designated bed where a certain sexy Overlord was already resting. I lifted a black eyebrow. “Lord Belshazzar, you don’t hog the blanket, do you?”
Intimidating blue eyes stared—no emotion showed in their depths. He placed his hands behind his head and stretched his large body out. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had an overnight guest in my bed. So I couldn’t really tell you.”
“Let’s hope you don’t,” I grumbled.
