Chapter Sixteen

Dominiko

Jago was quickly reminding me of what a little brat he could be. I hadn’t seen this kind of behavior since that first day on the ship when we met, and I’d almost forgotten how much it had irritated me.

I wanted badly to show him my own strength. I wanted to teach him not to do things to defy me. I wanted to turn him over my knee and spank his shapely little ass. To strip his clothes off him right there in that room and take him to the floor. To fall on top of him, bury my cock deeply inside him and fuck him until he begged me for mercy. I wanted to bite him until his blood ran down his neck and then lick it all up.

I actually took a quick, angry step toward him to do just that, when I realized I could hurt him very easily if I released my full passions on him. And I’d never hurt him.

I couldn’t.

I dropped the hand I already had raised and turned away, appalled at my anger and vowing to get a better grip on it. My passions for this boy ran too high, and I was having trouble controlling them. I clenched my hands until the fingernails bit into my palms.

When I thought I might have myself under control again, I turned back to him and he was standing just behind me, staring up at me, still with a pouty look on those pretty lips, and I was strongly tempted to kiss that right off his sweet mouth—but I restrained myself, with great difficulty. If I took him now, I might lose control and bite him. And drain him more than I meant to.

But I could almost taste that sweet blood on my tongue.

“I want to talk about that woman,” he was saying, and I dragged my attention back to what he was saying with difficulty and made myself focus.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Jago. We had an affair, long before I ever met you. It lasted a while, but to me it was never that serious. She’s married. She’s not a threat, and I got the definite impression that my claiming you has hurt her.”

“Oh, you think?”

The little brat was talking back defiantly when I was still fighting to regain control. I thought about maybe giving him a small spanking. Just a few taps on that little, bare ass. But he was running that mouth again.

“Get a grip, Niko. She was all over you with me sitting right there watching her.”

“I don’t understand why exactly, though. When I tell you that we’ve never been serious about each other, I’m being truthful. She’s never acted like that before.”

“Mm hm.”

I pulled him into my arms and kissed him. Hard—maybe a little too hard? He turned his head a few times, trying to get away, but it didn’t take him long to give in. In fact, it seemed to me that his own passions were inflamed. It was too soon after my near loss of control though, and I immediately began to fall back into a blood lust haze. I felt a fierce rush of possessiveness, and I knew I’d never be able to let him go. I ached for this sweet boy; I craved him, and I wouldn't be able to rest until I claimed him again. This was my mate, I realized with a little jolt, and I would give my life to keep him safe and beside me.

I bent to kiss him again and that's when I stopped thinking rationally for a while and just reacted to that delicious scent. The blood lust hit me hard, but I pushed it down. It would have to wait until I made love to him. I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom and laid him out on the bed. In seconds, I had stripped all his clothing off and he lay on his back, with his legs lifted in the air. His little hole was almost unbearably hot and wet and luscious. I fell down between his legs and licked it over and over. He was whimpering and moaning, his whole body turning a delicious shade of pink.

I sat up a little and licked him from his balls to his pretty hole, and he squealed and screamed again and humped the air as I teased him with my tongue. I knew the whole dula must be hearing this, but I couldn’t have cared less at that moment. I swept a long finger over a spot deep inside him that I knew would light him up. His sweet body began to shake with emotion and passion, but I pulled my fingers away and left his entrance spasming for more, and his mouth open and pleading with me.

“No!” he cried out as I smiled down at him, unbuckling my trousers and quickly shedding them. “Please don’t stop. Please, please. ”

“Oh, I have no intention of stopping,” I said, stroking a hand over his leaking cock and watching him shudder. “Wait, until I get my clothes off and get you ready.” I ripped off my shirt next and toed off my boots. I fumbled in the drawer next to the bed for oils to slather over him and then, unable to wait any longer, I fell on top of him and in one long, smooth stroke, I sheathed myself to the hilt inside his body. He gasped and made a soft, needy noise that made me lean over to devour his mouth. “That’s right, make those little sounds for me. Beg me for it. Tell me how much you want this.”

I began thrusting into him with long, slow strokes that made me almost weep with pleasure. With my cock I raked over the spot inside him that excited him so much, and he screamed louder. He was shuddering and shaking all over after a few minutes of this treatment, but he begged me shamelessly for more. I vaguely wondered what the servants must be thinking and then decided I didn’t care.

I bent low over him again, trapping and holding his hands high over his head, and this time I trailed my tongue on the edge of his ear. He moaned like he felt it all the way to his cock, which jerked hard against my stomach. Desire was rippling through me. I meant to go slow, but it was hard not to be overcome by the feel and the scent of him. Now I was about to inflict even more pain, because I needed desperately to bite him and take his blood.

I sank my teeth into the side of his throat, and he moaned with the pain. I kept my incisors inside until the blood ran down his neck, and then I pulled away and licked over the bite mark again and again, sucking his delicious blood into my mouth. He cried out and whimpered and begged for more as if I were licking his cock. It was all I could do to pull back and not take too much. I stroked him, and his cock was dark pink and thick, bigger than I’d expected, to be honest.

I covered his face with kisses. This was my mate. I’d thoroughly claimed him, and I’d never let him go. I'd never be able to, in truth. He was mine, and I’d destroy anyone who tried to take him from me. I bit him again, and he screamed again, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him to wear my bites like a chain around his throat, so that everyone would see and know that he was mine.

I began to slowly move inside him. He moaned, so I stroked his cock and kissed him until he adjusted to the pressure and fullness. I shot a flood of hot semen into him, filling his ass, and pushed even farther inside him. He moaned again, and I kissed him frantically, hating the idea that I was hurting him, but physically unable to stop thrusting anyway. Finally, I was spent, and he sagged in my arms. I eased my body off to the side, pulling him along with me and just held him in a close embrace until we both fell asleep.

****

It was hours later, as I was at my desk working that I received a message from Linnius asking me to bring Jago to dinner at court that evening. It had been a long time since I’d been to a court dinner, and I wasn’t anxious to go, but I knew I had little choice. I went into the bedroom where Jago was still lounging on the bed and still gloriously naked. He was on his stomach, watching some kind of vid on his communicator, and I stopped short at the door.

“What is that?”

“A vid about a girl from a place called Namua who falls in love with her enemy, a captain of the guard from another place called Atchua. It’s really good.”

“I’ve never heard of either of those places.”

“Neither have I. I think they’re fictional. But Marichal said this vid about them was really good.”

“Marichal?” I said, naming one of the maid servants. ‘When did you see her?”

“Oh, she came in to change the sheets. She said she heard us making love, and she knew you liked clean bedding.”

“Good gods.”

“She’s nice. We talked while she was making the bed and I mentioned I was bored because I didn’t have any of my books. She suggested the vid and helped me find the channel. Why? Isn’t that all right?”

“Yes, I guess so. But were you still naked when she came in?”

“Yeah, but she didn’t mind.”

“I would assume she wouldn’t.”

“She said all the dula boys stay naked most of the time.”

“You’re not a dula boy.”

“No, but she didn’t mean anything by it. She just meant that she was used to it.”

“I’m not. And from now on, I’d prefer you to keep covered up when others are around.”

The little ass grinned at me. “Oh, because you’re jealous? Like I was? Good—then you know how I felt when that woman had her hands all over you.”

“Jago…” I said in my sternest voice and then had nothing more to say, because he was absolutely right. I wandered over closer to see the screen and saw two people making love. It was shocking in its graphic detail.

“Jago, I don’t like you watching these.”

“Why not? You’ve done worse to me.”

“I most certainly have not.”

He grinned at me. “You sound so offended. But all right. I was just passing time while you worked. I’m a little bored.”

“You’ll be glad to know, then, that we’ve received an invitation to eat at court this evening. Go and bathe and tell Marichal or someone to find you something appropriate to wear. You have a couple of hours to get ready.”

“I want to wear trousers and a jacket and not one of these robes.”

“Then tell her to find you some. I’ll have to send servants for my own clothes. They may as well move some of them over here.”

“Tell me what to expect tonight.”

“Dinner. Long boring speeches by Linnius and the Chief Councilor. A great deal of liquor and wine.”

“Dancing? That would be fun.”

“No dancing, except by the entertainment. The emperor likes dancing girls. And boys for that matter.”

“He’s kind of a creepy person, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

I left then to find some servants to go to my home and retrieve some of my clothes. I finished up my work in the meantime and decided I needed to bathe too. I wandered into the bathing room and found Jago up to his pretty neck in soap bubbles. His long hair was piled up on top of his head in a messy bun.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking a bubble bath. Marichal found me some bath products. I already washed my hair earlier, so I decided not to again. It takes too long to dry.”

“If you’re finished, I need to bathe too.”

“You can come in with me.”

“If I do, we’ll never make it to the dinner. Now get out and go get dressed.”

“Yes sir,” he said, rising to his feet and thumping his chest with his fist in a Tygerian salute. He meant to mock me and my bossiness but all I could concentrate on was his wet, slick body with little bubbles clinging to it here and there. In two steps I was beside him and dragging him into my arms. He wrapped his arms around me shamelessly, and I was close to putting him on the floor and having him right there when I heard a small cough behind us.

It was Marichal, of course, and I almost turned on her. Jago’s arms wrapped tightly around my neck stopped me and brought me back to my full senses. I got shakily to my feet as she stumbled over an apology.

“Oh sir…Excellency, I’m so sorry. I was bringing these drying cloths. And Prince Jago, I found the clothing you required, and I’ve washed and dried everything, so it’s all fresh for you. Would you like to inspect what I’ve brought to see if it’s acceptable? I have it here.”

“No, Marichal, just put it on the bed,” Jago said. “And draw a fresh bath for Lord Dominiko please.”

“Right away, sir.”

Since she didn’t move and just stood there waiting, I restrained myself from strangling her with some difficulty and wrapped Jago in a large bath sheet so he could leave without her ogling him. I escorted him to the bedroom, so she could get to work in the bathing room—it also gave me a chance to calm down.

Making sure the door was closed behind Jago, I left him and went into my dressing room to inspect the clothing the servants had brought me and approve their choices. By that time, Marichal had my bath drawn, and I went to get in the huge bathing tub and try to relax before the dinner. It was almost certainly going to be challenging.