Page 10 of You Will Crave Me
“I see. For wolves, it is revered and hoped for. Every pack wants to be completed and for that to happen, their Alphas must find their mates.”
Hexon nodded. “That is the uniqueness of your dual natures that you bring to the table. We have no idea what the power of this union will create. However, there are many dragons hoping for you to be able to make more Knights, my Liege.”
I laughed and nodded. “I hope for that too. Tell me, do you have a list?”
“Always prepared, Sire.”
“Then let’s keep our fingers crossed. Oh, and no need to be as formal around me when we’re alone like this. All right, getting back to tonight, what’s the itinerary?” I asked.
Hexon bowed his head. “We will have a performance from the dragons. Their dance of seduction, which is really something to behold. Sure to get you in the mood if you aren’t already. Then it will be the battle for Elder Knight between Tylendel and Giancarlo.”
“What are the odds you think Giancarlo will win?” I asked Hexon.
The extremely powerful dragon pursed his lips. God, those lips. I still quaked in pleasure when I thought about the first blowjob he’d ever given me. “I am unfamiliar with Giancarlo, my Liege. His fighting style and ability to adjust will be the deciding factor.”
“What can you tell me about Tylendel, then?” To be honest, the dragon was a bit of a mystery to me. I had expected Giorgio to be grateful that I was freeing him from Tylendel as all the other wolves were. But instead, he told me that he’d fallen in love, and even more shocking to others was the fact that Tylendel had fallen in love too. I hadn’t seen that coming, but I welcomed it. The bonding between dragons and werewolves was important to me. Vex and Isiah was another shock, but one I was satisfied with.
Hexon smirked. “Tylendel, your majesty, is your most powerful Knight. Highly skilled in all forms of combat and weaponry. Able to adjust and do whatever it takes to win. I trained him myself.”
I smiled. “You also gave him his Rite of Passage, correct?”
He nodded. “I did, Sire.”
He was still calling me by my titles, even though I told him he could relax a bit. I guess he was far too old to change completely. I didn’t bother to remind him… best to let Hexon do what he felt was best for him.
“And how was that?”
Hexon chucked. “He was young, nervous, and a virgin who’d heard stories of what it all meant. I remember him being terrified of my cock and tongue and of the pain that a young dragon must endure to reach their Rite of Passage. The King’s only son, I was told to make sure that he was well-trained sexually before I released him, so I kept the young prince for a week. Then, I sent him to his father. The next thing I was tasked with was training Tylendel to be a fierce warrior. He is not to be underestimated.”
“I see.”
“May I suggest that the match end with the tradition of spoils going to the victor, Sire?”
I nodded. “I don’t see why not. Some traditions are wise to keep.”
“I agree. After that match and the mating, we will have the feast. Then it will be the second mating, then the swearing in of the new Generals and Beta-Capos. After that, the third mating, which will complete the Claiming, followed by the Hunt. Dragons will sit that one out and fuck, my Liege,” Hexon said.
“Sounds like tonight will be a lot of fun.”
“Oh indeed, Sire,” Hexon said, then he turned to leave.
“Hexon,” I called out. He stopped and turned back to me.
“Yes, my Liege?”
“As my Grand Chancellor, I need your advice on how to handle a particular situation my mate is forcing on me.”
He frowned. “I’m listening, Sire.”
I sighed. “He wants to fuck me after I fuck him. In front of everyone, he demands that I submit to him.”
“I see.”
“I have refused.”
“Why, Sire?”
I blinked at that. “What? Because…I am the King and Alpha.”
