“Enjoy you how?”
He winked. “Fuck me, obviously.”
“You are describing prostitution.”
“I’m describing team-building!” He pressed a hand to his chest, mock outraged. “With a sexual component.”
“Pippin.”
“Imagine. My body, yours to give. It’s the ultimate control, making me fuck others at your whim. And you do love control.”
I did love control, but I knew he was manipulating me because he was horny and bored. “You truly wish to be used by a group of men as a complicated reward system?”
“I mean, I’m open to other scenarios. Say you have a gambling debt. And some bad men offer to drop the debt if they can spend all night fucking me.”
“I do not have a gambling debt.”
“I mean, you never know…”
“I do know. I don’t gamble, therefore no debt.”
“Oh, come on. These are fun fantasy scenarios, play along!”
“Pippin, why are you telling me these fantasies?”
“You asked me!”
“No. I told you I have a free afternoon tomorrow and asked you how you wanted to spend it. I had been envisioning a picnic.”
He blinked. “Maybe this translation bracelet has glitched, because I’m pretty sure you asked me how I wanted to be fucked next.” There was a sparkle in his eyes. I swatted his ass.
“You want to take multiple men at once. Is this part of your twink nature?”
“You could say that.”
“Perhaps your magic is more dangerous than anyone thinks.”
Pip laughed. “I don’t have magic!”
I shot him a hard stare. “You must have some manner of enchantment magic.”
He burst out laughing. “Enchantment magic? Me?”
“Then explain the effect you have. Men lose their discipline. Commanders lose their composure. It is a subtle, dangerous power.”
“Maybe you just are, Al. Because I’m amazing and you like my sparkling personality. Ever consider that?”
I was still considering that as the corridor opened into a wider hall. A group of five palace guards was approaching, probably coming off a shift change. They were relaxed, talking among themselves, boots ringing on the stone floor.
Until they saw Pip.
Their conversation died, but they kept walking, perhaps trying to appear normal. But their eyes were fixed on my companion.
Every last one of them looked fascinated… and hungry.
They passed us. Gave proper nods of respect to me, eyes flicking back to Pip as if magnetized. One of them, tall and silver-haired, turned his head to watch Pip walk away, and didn’t stop watching until the soldier beside him elbowed his ribs.
Perhaps because Pip had been describing a ridiculous scheme to get stuffed full of cock, my response was not what I would have anticipated. I didn’t feel jealousy. There was no possessive snarl at the sight of others wanting what belonged to me.
