Page 9 of Forked Tongues Are Fun
Chapter Four
Ijerked away fromTavis hard enough to almost fling myself off the bed. “What did you just say?”
He propped his arms behind his head on the pillow, a satisfied grin on his face, his hair fanning out like blue paint strokes behind him. “I said Your Majesty.”
“I hate to break this to you, but...” I shook my head, still puzzling out if I’d heard him correctly. “I may have just fucked your brains out.”
He laughed, a warm, pleasant sound that sparkled his blue eyes even brighter. “If that’s the case, then it was worth it. I’ve been waiting to serve my queen for almost a hundred years.”
A hundred years? Whoa. I’d heard dragon shifters lived a long time, but I wouldn’t have guessed he was that old.
“What are you talking about?” I rose from the bed, needing to put some distance between me and his rando word salad. I really had fucked his brains out. I almost felt sorry for him.
A clipped knock sounded at the bedroom door, and then in strolled Calhoun and the pale shifter, as casual as could be. I didn’t bother to dive under the covers to hide my nudity since it was a little late for that. They had to have heard everything through the paper-thin walls, but they didn’t appear to be uncomfortable. Neither was I, really, which was completely nuts because they were dragon shifters—strangers, no less—inside my bedroom while I stood naked, still basking from my orgasm with the craziest one of them. What a strange day this was turning out to be.
“He’s talking about the dragon fire you spilled at our house,” the pale shifter said.
“Sorry, who are you?” I asked. “I never did catch your name.”
“Vance.” He stuck his arm out, his light eyes aimed at my face though it felt as though he were memorizing every inch of me.
After a quick hesitation, I shook his hand, and his touch was like a song through my veins. “Yara.” Might as well tell the truth since they already knew more about me than almost everyone.
“I thought your name was Rose Witt,” Tavis deadpanned from the bed. “Next you’re going to tell us that you don’t really work for the Isbon vacuum company.”
I sighed and knelt to retrieve a sock on the floor. “I don’t really work for the Isbon vacuum company.”
The corner of Calhoun’s mouth kicked up as he smoothed back a lock of dark hair. “You had us all fooled, sweetheart. Really.”
“Well, laugh it up.” I marched around the bed to find something suitable to wear from the piles on my floor. Apartment-cleaning hadn’t been a priority for the last month with Asa gone. “Because I walked out of your house with exactly what I wanted.”
“With the help of dragon fire,” Vance said. “Did you know it came from royalty?”
I shook my head and bent to retrieve a pair of jeans. Where had my panties gone? “Usually spilling something all over myself just makes me a basic jackass. Not royalty. So why did Tavis call me ‘Your Majesty’?”
“Your particular dragon fire was taken from the most powerful dragon queen one hundred years ago and bottled in case she ever met her demise.” Vance paced toward the pocket watch on the dresser and picked it up, swinging it like a pendulum meant to hypnotize me, maybe into being with them.
But I already kind of was hypnotized with the three of them—dragon shifters or not—so the joke was on him. “I’m guessing she did meet her demise?”
“In a battle that caused a war between dragon shifters so a new queen could be chosen.” He quirked his blond eyebrows and then pocketed the watch.
I shrugged since it’d already served its purpose.
