Page 9 of You Will Crave Me
“Might as well get used to it early on,” Elliot said.
“No,” I said, then released his cock.
“Then—”
“Please don’t bother to issue any idle threats. You’re here now and even if you weren’t, I would have sent someone to fetch you. And even if I have to tie you to the bed and claim you by force, I will. Tonight, you will be mine, Elliot.”
“So, you’d rather have me as an enemy, than a true mate?”
I sighed, because this wasn’t the kind of conversation I’d hoped we would be having by this time. With only a few hours to go until the moon was right for the Claiming, we needed to be talking about how we were going to rule the pack, not this.
“If you force my hand.”
“If you think I’ll be your slave for eternity, to only be fucked by you, to bow to you, then you might as well have finished what you fucking started that night we met,” Elliot snarled.
I didn’t know him well, mainly because he’d made sure we stayed apart, but I believed I knew him well enough to know he’d rather die than live a life he didn’t believe suited him. Regardless if fate had decided it so, or not.
I held my hand up. “Enough… I get you, okay. I won’t force you, that was never my style.”
“So, you agree to my terms?”
“Can we just save that for another night? Let’s just do the mating tonight and tomorrow morning, hell, how about tomorrow once we’re alone in our room, you can fuck me,” I said, trying my best to compromise. I didn’t even let my two dragons fuck me in front of any others. Now, if I was topping, all could watch and marvel. But never the other way around.
“Pussy,” Elliot snapped.
That was an insult too far and I lashed out fast from instinct. I struck him hard across the jaw, sending him flipping over in the chair. He rolled out, then climbed to his feet, glaring at me. His canines and claws extended, ready to get physical. “Watch how you speak to me, Elliot. There is only so much I will fucking tolerate from you,” I warned.
He dabbed the blood from his lip and looked up at me. “You ever hit me again, motherfucker, you better be prepared to go the fucking distance,” he warned me as he retracted his sharp teeth and claws.
I had to take a deep breath, because I really didn’t want to lose my temper more than I already had. I lowered my head as I sighed. “Elliot,” I looked back up at him, “I’m not going to apologize for striking you just now. You know damn well the insult you gave me called for it.”
“You need to realize I speak my mind. You may not like everything I say, but I will not be getting backhanded every time I say something that rubs your sensibilities the wrong way,” he said, his cockney accent thick with every word. “If you’re the sensitive type, best deal with it before we mate.”
“You mouth off like that to me in front of our army, and we’re going to have a problem. Did you insult Deacon like that?” I asked.
He smirked. “Sometimes, I did.”
“And how did he take it?”
“Well, he never hit me, I’ll say that.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well, isn’t that special. I bet Elijah can’t say the same.”
Elliot was silent, which told me everything I needed to know.
I smiled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You’re my mate, Elliot. We can’t have that kind of disrespect between us, not ever. I’m also the King of a vast dragon army. They can’t ever see me show mercy if I’m ever insulted, and I’d rather not have to make any examples out of you. So, that attitude you’ve had all these centuries… well… that’s going to need some adjusting.”
“Fair enough, then. About my cock in your ass, though. It’s happening tonight. After you fuck me for the first time, I’m fucking you. This will be non-negotiable,” Elliot said, then he turned and walked out of my office just as Hexon entered.
“I see your future mate is finally moving his things in, my Liege,” Hexon said, then he frowned. “Is there something wrong?”
I growled, because I didn’t like the demand Elliot had made of me. “What is it?” I asked Hexon, ignoring his question.
“I have the itinerary planned for tonight. The banquet is being prepared now for the celebration. We are all very excited for his Majesty to claim his Rajah, for it is something we have never seen,” Hexon said.
“Really? You have never had a King who married or mated with someone else?”
He shook his head. “As dragons, Kings don’t feel the need to bind themselves that way, Sire. They have their Queens, but to take on another lover who they would share their power with? Well, that is extremely rare.”
