"Hello." Jory offered a polite smile to the leering young man.
"Wow, you're gorgeous." Pov gave him what he probably considered a flirtatious smile.
Z glared.
Jory drained his glass. "I'm going to get another drink."
He received a pout from Pov but a grateful smile from Z.
Jory made his way slowly through the crowds, missing Val. Strange. In a sea of half-naked bodies, he missed a man he just met. After working his way through the crowd, he finally made it back to the bar and the welcoming smile of the bartender.
"Couldn't stay away, sweetie?"
"Not if you can get me another ale."
The bartender slid the drink over with a wink. "Here you go, baby. Just let me know if you need anything else."
Smiling, Jory gave him a good tip before turning to watch the men gyrate on the dance floor. It was almost like dancing.
Bless their little hearts for trying.
He spun his stool back, accidentally bumping into a man who had moved closer to the bar.
"Oh, sorry."
"No problem, beautiful." Large hands settled him more securely on the stool. Jory's dick filled so quickly he felt lightheaded.
Oh. Wow.
Shivers of desire racked his spine as deliciously calloused fingers slid down his arms. Looking up, he met a pair of rich brown eyes circled in gold.
* * * *
King Raiston rubbed against the stunning man in his arms. When he'd seen the man with Val earlier, he'd thought him attractive, but up close, he saw the man's silvery-blue eyes and sexy smile held his true appeal.
Mate.
His dragon awakened, scenting the young man before him. The beast growled and paced inside, wanting to get out and rub against the amazing creature meant to be theirs.
Shimmering blond hair fell in layers around a face sculpted by an extremely generous god. He had full lips, high, carved cheekbones, a goddess kiss on his chin, and eyes so dazzling other people should wear sunglasses to protect them from the power of those orbs.
The god who designed this man was a god to whom Rai was determined to offer tribute.
Maybe several times.
Only years of self-control prevented him from throwing the beauty against the bar and taking him where he stood.
"You can let go of me now." His voice was smooth, musical, and Rai felt an insatiable need to roll himself in the man's essence. Never had a man or woman pulled at him so strongly.
"I'm not so sure I can," he answered honestly. "My name's Rai. What's yours?" He knew Joriah's name because he had a servant interrogate the registrar, but he didn't let that show as guileless eyes looked up at him.
"Joriah, but people call me Jory." The beautiful man gave a bright laugh. "You still have to let me go, sugar, because I need to get my beer."
Sugar.
He'd never had a pet name. Surprisingly, from this man, he liked it.
"I've got something better than a beer."
