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I tsked. “Such language. I get that you’re angry now, but you will have to learn to accept your fate, Isiah. I have big plans for you.”
He kicked at me, but I caught his foot and held it while he struggled to pull it back. “Let me go!”
“I could break your leg as easily as I could snap a twig. Should I?”
“No!”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir,” he corrected as he hopped.
I released his foot, shoving him away. He fell back against the counter, his head hitting the cabinet door with a loud thud. He groaned and rubbed the sore spot as he looked up at me, grimacing.
“You have two minutes to gather whatever sentimental nonsense you have. Don’t take any clothes or furnishings, you won’t be needing them,” I said.
“I want to talk to the King, Sir,” he demanded, as if he had the fucking right.
I laughed because it was so outlandish. “Do you think a human could ever get an audience with the King? I’m a Knight, boy. This is as high in the hierarchy as you’re going to get and I have the King’s grace on this. Now, you have one minute left to gather what you want to take, barring what I mentioned.”
Isiah snarled at me, revealing perfectly white teeth. God, that mouth of his was going to be put to work. He walked out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. I checked my watch to see that he had thirty more seconds. When he didn’t return, I left his apartment, then walked around towards the back alley to see him running down the fire escape. I had to laugh at his antics, he was full of them. Whenever I had fucked him before, he always fought me and, because he was a citizen, there was only so much I could do to him. Just like there was only so much I could do to the human still sitting obediently in the back seat of my car.
I watched until my prey landed in a puddle of muddy water at the end of the staircase. That was when I seized him from behind. He cried out in rage as he whirled around, throwing punches. I blocked his first couple of blows, then I allowed him to get one in. His fist connected with my jaw and I heard the bones snapping. He yelped in pain, then grabbed his aching fist as he turned several times.
“Ow! Fuuck!” he complained as he grimaced in agony. He was doubled over, cradling his hand as he tried to control his breathing.
“Looks broken,” I commented.
“Fuck you!” he groaned, and then gritted his teeth against the pain. I was sure it was excruciating, but he had brought it on himself. He leaned back against the wall, supporting his broken hand to his chest, then he looked up at me. “Why?”
“Because I want you. It’s that simple. I hope you took what you wanted from this hell hole before you tried to make your grand escape, because we are not coming back here… ever.” I grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and dragged him off towards my car. I opened the passenger door and slung him inside, then closed the door. Once I was inside behind the wheel, I looked at the human in my backseat through my rearview mirror. “Are you still hungry?”
“Yes, Sir,” he replied in a shaky voice.
“Good. You can eat my ass when we get home. I’ve got something for you to wash it down with, too.” I looked at Isiah. “This will be the first night of your new life with me. Don’t worry, boy… it’s never going to be boring.”
“I’m already bored,” he retorted with ragged breaths.
“That mouth of yours will need to be muzzled,” I said, then pulled out. He had no idea what else I had planned, but as soon as I got home, I was going to lay it all out. I couldn’t wait.
CHAPTER THREE
NOEL
We finally made it to the castle, and this fucker was grand as hell. It wasn’t like your typical castle you’d imagine in fairytales, but it was damn near close. Acres and acres of lush landscaping, pretty flowers, ponds, statues, fountains, and topiaries all surrounding a four-story mansion that looked like it could house a small village. It was grander than what Théoden had, but then again, my Father didn’t desire such things.
He had his idea of luxury and though he did own a lot of shiny, sparkly shit… this would be overboard in Théoden’s opinion. However, this was dragon territory, and from what I was seeing, everything was more luxurious over here. Shit, even their slums would be considered the good and fancy neighborhood to anyone living in the Outskirts.
The car slowed to a stop and Dante and I looked at each other. We’d been chatting the whole way there about what we were going to do once we finally assumed our duties. We also made idle chit-chat about which movies we wanted to see that were coming out, shit like that. But now, we were both silent as we stared up at the mansion in awe.
The driver got out of the limo, walked to our door, and opened it. Dante and I climbed out to see another dragon standing there to receive us. He was fine as fuck and I wanted to see what his pretty bow-shaped mouth would feel like on my cock, but he only smiled at us.
“Welcome to King Evander’s home, please follow me,” the dragon greeted, then turned, leading us towards the mansion. Inside was as over the top in grandeur as the outside. Marble pillars and floors, handwoven carpeting, and tapestries I was sure had cost a fortune were throughout the rooms leading to where the King awaited. The money spent on the furnishings alone could probably feed the people in the Outskirts for a month. Damn, for someone to live like this was almost maddening, especially when I thought about how poor I was growing up and then becoming homeless at a young age once the supes came out of the closet, so to speak.
I looked at Dante and he was checking the place out, too, but I didn’t know what he thought about it. He had his mind blocked from me, a skill he’d learned early on and had put to use right away. Of course, none of our thoughts were ever blocked from Théoden, but we could block them from each other. Our dragon escort led us to a set of double doors, which he opened, then took three steps into the room before stopping.
Dante and I did the same and watched as the dragon bowed his head. “Your guests, my King,” he said.
“Thank you, Lane, you may leave,” the King replied.
