“Dragon royalty… Upper class… We do not take lovers. We have servants that—um…” Ghreid cleared his throat.
Rydel, returning from his errand, spoke from the doorway. “What my liege is trying to say, is that dragon princes are not given an option to take lovers. They are assigned servants every few years that will serve any needs they have. It is an arrangement that prevents bastards and messy entanglements.”
Varis nodded sagely. “So there are no former lovers I must fend? This is delightful.”
“Quite.” Ghreid cleared his throat, put off of his desert.
“But, what my liege will fail to tell you is that he’s only taken one bedservant, and the arrangement went sour. He’s been to the citadel several times in search of a new one, but none have ever caught his eye.” Rydel gave Ghreid a put-upon look.
“That’s enough, Rydel. You’re dismissed.” Ghreid took a deep breath and buried his anger. The male spoke out of turn and while Ghreid encouraged it sometimes, that was not one of those times.
“No, no. You are not dismissed. Who is this male to you, Lord Dragon?” Varis stared Rydel down. The human wasn’t much past his prime years, only a few odd graying hairs in his otherwise handsome features.
“My personal attendant,” Ghreid grumbled.
“You, attendant, who feels comfortable speaking to my Lord Dragon such. He is either an endearingly submissive male or unendingly kind. Which?” Varis stared Rydel down before taking a single aggressive bite.
“Kind. But he neglects himself often and necessitates a firm hand.” Rydel returned a cold look toward Ghreid before Varis dismissed him with a gracious thanks.
“And you, Dragon—”
“What happened to thelordpart?” Ghreid glanced at Varis, tamping down annoyance.
“I replaced it with curiosity. Why is it that you’ve had a sour arrangement? I, myself, have had encounters, a lover for a short time, nothing messy or entangled.” Varis’s coppery eyes could milk secrets from stone itself.
Ghreid stood abruptly and swept around the table to pull Varis’s seat out. He leaned down and braced the side of the male’s face and locked him into a possessive kiss. Tongue thrust against tongue, and Varis cried out in shock before melting into the demand. When he parted, something of Ghreid’s dragon bled through. A growl curled in his throat. “Because I am greeditself. I am a beacon of want and desire. Nothing I have is enough unless I have it all, and a bedservant does not give meall. A bedservant doles out affections one ass cheek at a time, an oiled hole, a firm hand. Those are pauper’s baubles when I crave everything a male is and has, from the tips of his toes to the very top of his head. From your lips to your tail. I will possess you. You will bear my mark. I will lavish you in gold and finery. None will see you as anything other than a fine treasure they will envy.”
Varis hissed as he sucked in a breath and stared at Ghreid with eyes far too coppery to be human. Bits of his dragon already lay within him, beckoned by so much time in the moon’s light. “If what you say is true, then understand, you may have me. I may be in your bed. You may have your dick buried so deep in me, it threatens to never retreat—but you will never own me. Because I will own you, pretty bauble, golden treasure.”
Ghreid snarled and hoisted Varis into his arms, and struggled to keep his dragon at bay. “You toy with the very nature of a beast. You do not know me.”
“I know that whatever that dream was, promised me a release like no other, and treasure may be gold, but I demand yourpearlsdraped over every inch of me.” Varis bit Ghreid’s lower lip as they met for another fierce kiss.
“Attendants. Out! Dismissed for the day. Quell the fires and do not return until morning!” Ghreid’s snarl preceded exactly ten seconds of control as footsteps from all directions scattered. Satisfied, Ghreid slammed Varis onto the table, shoving aside plates and cutlery to cage the male in with his arms, slender legs framing the dragon’s strong hips.
“One hopes you have oil,” Varis gasped.
Ghreid licked his lips and chuckled. “You won’t need it.”
Ghreid could smell slick. Arousal. Feral desire.
Mine.
Chapter Nine
Varis
He wouldn’t need it? The bloody fuck he wouldn’t! Varis struggled as Ghreid jerked his trousers down, the cloth hanging from one foot as he unbuttoned his breeches and pulled out the most mouthwatering cock he’d ever seen. “That is not going inside me without oi—”
Ghreid was a man of many talents, as it appeared, sinking down to his knees, face at groin level. Varis didn’t know when he’d gotten hard, or if he’d even been soft, since walking into that dining room. “I’ll have all of you, and more still. When I’ve had it all, then I’ll take my fill.”
“Wh—” Varis’s heart skipped a beat, and skin flushed with pleasure as between the soft breath of surprise and the moan that followed, Ghreid hungrily engulfed his rigidity.
Of all the tasteless, classless things—fornicating on the dinner table. Varis couldn’t hold back. So long out alone, unbothered and unbridled, had given him so little inhibition, moaning and crying out without a damn care in the world.
Varis had experience with males giving him oral, but the mouth of a dragon, fanged and dangerous, held heat that sweltered to just the point beneath discomfort, like that of a steaming bath, and the tongue… Varis lacked the ability to describe what his tongue did. It moved slowly at first, wrapping his length as if it were longer, thinner,stronger. The sensation of being jerked off by a tongue made his hips lift off the table as cool air greeted his backside, wetness pooling. Part of Varis wondered if Ghreid’s saliva had dripped there, following the inner creases of his thighs, dripping his balls, gathering perfectly for Ghreid’s exploring fingers to circle and open him with gentle caresses.
Glory be to all the gods, he is willing to prepare the taker. And taker, I very much am.Varis could take and take some more. He would take until a male had nothing left to give and beg for more. Ghreid suited him, too.
