Page 56 of Veiled Flames
I try to step around him, but he shifts to block me. I could likely get away, but that might confirm his suspicions and make this situation worse.
“I suppose a runt like you needs to offer his bum hole to curry a master’s favor.” He smirks. “Clever boy. Saxon might do his best to keep you alive a few more days.”
Tynan’s smirk is so irritating I want to slap him.
I don’t understand what he means by offering a bum hole.
Then an idea snaps into my mind. Is it possible for a stiff rod to invade that part of a male’s body?
On a female body it’s an exit, not an entrance. Then again, until tonight I thought my cleft hole was only for expelling my courses.
But the one positive of this exchange is that Tynan still thinks I’m a boy. A boy who has let Saxon enter his bum hole. His guess is too close to the truth for comfort.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say calmly. “I have never offered my bum hole toanyone. That’s an activityyouenjoy, I take it?”
He laughs. “You are a feisty one. Rosshall is it?”
I don’t respond.
“Well,Rosshall, I know that you’re lying. Isawyou. You were in Saxon’s tent for over four hours.”
I swallow, hard, trying to think of a way out of this. “Is drilling bum holes forbidden at camp?” I lean forward. “If it is, I won’t tell anyone you partake.”
Tynan chuckles again, and my annoyance rises. I’m trying to get under his skin, and instead he’s crawled under mine. He’s so arrogant, so certain he has something to hold over me, and my weak attempts to turn it around have had no impact.
“Buggery isn’t forbidden at camp,” Tynan says. “It makes dragon riding far easier.”
That makes no sense, but I won’t be distracted. “You’re wrong about me and Master Saxon,” I say. “But even if you weren’t, what is your problem with me?”
His smirk fills with malice. “If I’m right, it’sSaxonwho has a problem. Dragon masters are strictly forbidden from consorting with rider candidates. If anyone else finds out he fucked your tiny ass, he’ll lose his position.”
I fight to hide my reaction. Tynan confirmed what Saxon told me—that our being together is forbidden. And Tynan suspicions could ruin Saxon’s life.
“Good thing you’re wrong, then.” I struggle to keep my voice deep and even, and my body from trembling in the pre-dawn, cold air.
“Don’t worry.” The cruel prince chuckles. “Your secret is safe with me. And if Saxon enjoys plowing your ass, I’d advise you to take his cock as often as possible—while you still can.”
“What do you mean?” I immediately want to bite my tongue.
“Because runt—” Tynan leans forward “—your days are numbered.”
I lean back from him. “You don’t know that.” I’m sick of being underestimated.
“Oh, but Idoknow.” He leans against the tree trunk beside him. “I’ve been at camp over four moon cycles and have seen well over a hundred candidates meet horrible deaths. And every single one of those candidates was bigger and stronger than you.” He shrugs. “You won’t last a day.” He turns and takes several long strides away.
“You’re as cruel as your grandfather!” I shout.
He spins back, closing the distance between us before I fully recognize the foolishness of my tongue.
Landing directly in front of me, Tynan’s face, his entire body is churning with anger. He’s so tall and strong his mere presence might crush me.
“What do you know of my grandfather?” He glares. “You are not from Khotor.” Confusion invades his expression. “Have we met before, runt?”
I fold my arms over my chest and fight to hide my fear. “Of course we’ve met. I’m Rosshall?Remember? Have you been knocked in the head?”
“You’ve got a smart mouth for a runt.” Bending, he moves his head closer to mine. Taking my chin in his hand, he turns my face toward the moonlight. “Something about you is familiar.”
My heart stops and then starts racing, but I glare at him, hoping my expression reveals nothing.
