Page 123 of The Dragon Warlord

I sigh. “Yes, Alpha.” I hate this already.

“While you’re here, you can dispense with the bowing. Maybe if I were into the kind of kinky shite that Elves are, but I’m not and it will grow cumbersome.”

That I like, the no bowing thing. I perk up. “Thank you, Alpha.”

“Ah, something he likes.”

“Anything else?”

“You will only refer to me as Alpha while you’re in these suites. Those are the only changes. The rest of the rules are as usual.”

“Got it, Alpha.”

“Your omega may show you up to where you’ll be staying if you’ll allow him to.”

“Riv?”

“This way, Warlord,” he says. I follow River to his old room.

* * *

Dinner is weird. It’s with all the dragon lord’s husbands and the ice dragon who has been staying here too. Apparently. He doesn’t look to hate it here at all and I can see why. My alpha has invited Leif to call him Tristan as his husbands do. Like he’s one of them. I don’t like it. I don’t feel important. Aren’t I supposed to be important as his omega?

Fuck. I hate that I feel that way. I don’t want to. I should have control over my feelings. Although I don’t hold it against the ice dragon, I’ve never gotten over my jealousy regarding him.

Gripping River’s hand tighter, I like that I can be open with him here. I consider pulling him into my lap. Maybe for dessert. How long has it been since I had my cock in him? An hour before practice ended, I took him up against a tree. I took him several times throughout the day and twice before breakfast. Alrik has a few breaks planned into the orgasm schedule. I think he was hoping that Riv and I would get to this stage. Today is one of those breaks and I’m taking advantage. Plus, I’m unnaturally horny. My dick might die.

“Problem, Tristan?” the dragon lord says.

“Not as such, but later I’d like to ask a question.”

He sips his honeyed dragonmead. “All right. Eat up, Omega. You haven’t touched your food.”

I’m horny and pissed off, but I don’t say. Eventually, I do pull River into my lap, remaining silent and studying the dragon lord, his husbands, and the ice dragon. There’s nothing out of the ordinary, aside from how relaxed he is. The dragon lord laughs more and it’s not even his snide and sarcastic laugh. For some reason, it makes me miss Corrik.

Gods, I can’t think of that home. Who knows how much longer we have here? I wipe a tear from my eye as quickly as it appears. River doesn’t miss it of course.

When dinner’s over, the dragon lord asks the others to leave, and I ask River to meet me up in his room. I can’t wait to cuddle next to him. Tonight’s left me missing home. If the dragon lord was trying to prove a point or make me see how much I care for him, he’s failed.

“Ask your question, pet,” he says.

“Why didn’t you bite him?”

“We’ve been over this. You’re the kind of dragon I’d rather keep.”

“That’s not the whole truth.”

Even though a bond largely depends on attraction and instinct, a bond can be forced if necessary. The dragon lord likes to imply that he forced a bond with me to control me. He’ll even say it sometimes, but his actions say differently.

“I’ve also told you that he’s a pure alpha.”

“So? Let him bite you.”

“I should think the reasons I can’t do that that are obvious to even a small brain like yours.”

Whatever. He’s just trying to be mean. I know he thinks I’m intelligent.

“Unless you’re hoping there’s another reason?” He huffs when I don’t say anything. “You’re going to be here a lot longer than a month if you don’t figure this out.”