Page 58 of Court of Rivals
“Why?”
He seems exacerbated. “You do realize that if you fuck any guys here, they’re going to keep wanting to fuck you, and they’re not going to be happy to share you with other men.”
I huff. “How can you possibly know that?”
He looks away. “Trust me. I know.”
I roll my eyes. “I just think you’ve made it your personal mission to ruin my fun.”
“How about you just learn how to have fun with your legs closed?”
“Like you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
And for some reason, it bothers me to think that while he seems to be busy torturing me every day, he might be spending his nights fucking his way through half the ladies in that ball room. That hardly seems fair that I sit here bored and horny every night while he does anything that moves.
“Did you tell her?” Prince Alaric asks, suddenly at our side.
“Tell me what?” I ask, already suspicious.
He motions some of the dragon riders, and they leave for a minute before coming back with an extra large saddle. One that might just be big enough to fit around Ebron.
“We figured that if you’re going to be practicing with us, it might as well be the right way,” Prince Alaric says, as three dragon riders head over to Ebron.
What are they doing?
They have a saddle for you, to make it easier for me to ride.
Is this what you want?
Yes, if you’re okay with it.
Then, the saddle will be used.
Ebron lowers himself to the ground, holding himself still. The dragon riders look to me as if confirming that they’re not about to get toasted by Ebron. I nod, smiling. He’ll be a good boy.
“Thanks for the saddle,” I tell them.
Prince Lucien appears near his brothers. “We didn’t get it because we’re encouraging any of this nonsense. We got it because his next rider will need a saddle that properly fits him anyway.”
I turn and pat Prince Lucien’s cheek. “Such a sweet boy.”
He startles and draws back from me with wide green eyes.
They get the saddle on him, and I feel a rush of excitement. Now, I’ll be able to ride him properly. They might not besaying it, but this is another big step toward belonging here. To becoming one of the dragon riders officially.
I take a step to try it out, but someone snags my arm. I turn and see Prince Gareth, watching me closely. “It’s important that you know that all of us know you don’t belong here. The first chance we get to be rid of you, we will, and then Ebron will get the rider he deserves, and we’ll have a leader that we all deserve.”
Do you want me to step on him?
“No,” I say, although his words make me smile.
“No what?” Prince Gareth asks, looking confused.
“Ebron wanted to know if he should step on you.”
Prince Gareth glances at my big dragon with an edge of concern, but he quickly covers it up with arrogance. “He’ll learn to respect me when I’m his rider.”
