Page 28 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“Why won’t you fuck me?”

Several nearby nobles choked on their wine, most notably the dark-haired man next to her.

“Not now, pet,” Casimer replied sternly, a slight dimple in his cheek showing he was amused by their reaction. “We will talk about mating after dinner.”

“Okay,” Mika agreed.

They didn’t talk about it after dinner though, because after dinner, as always, the nobles cloistered around Casimer and he sent her back to the room he shared with her along with a guard to make sure she stayed there. It wasn’t fair, but nobody cared what she thought. Being a pet meant being put away when it wasn’t convenient for her to be around. She wasn’t really a person to these creatures. She was entertainment.

Once back in the privacy of the bedchamber, Mika threw herself on the bed and began to sob lonely tears. She missed her home terribly, her parents, even the room that she had once thought she was outgrowing. She wished she could be back there so badly it made her stomach feel like there was a black hole right in the pit of it.

“Ma’am… ma’am? What is wrong?”

Mika looked up to see Lythia’s concerned face peering down at her. She hadn’t heard the servant come into the room. That wasn’t overly surprising though; the serving maids seemed to move like ghosts at times, appearing to clean and then shimmering elsewhere for further domestic chores. They seemed happy in their work, though Mika didn’t know how. Crying in front of someone who not only didn’t have a mate, but had to clean all day, seemed spoiled.

“Oh I’m just, homesick, I guess,” she said, wiping her eyes on the sheets. She was embarrassed at having been caught crying. Since her arrival, she’d tried to be strong so that these dragon people didn’t judge her. They already thought she was some kind of animal creature. Mika didn’t want them thinking that she was a pathetic one too.

“I was sick for my home when I first came here,” Lythia said sympathetically. “I had never been far from my village, and then I came here and there were all these rules and all this work I had to do… fortunately Maryon helped me, but I was still sad much of the time.”

“I guess you do kind of get what it’s like,” Mika said, drying her eyes and sitting up. “So, tell me,” she said with a little smile. “What do you maids do for fun here? There must be something.”

“Well, we work long hours and most of the castle entertainments are barred to us,” Lythia said with a little shrug. “So it’s gossip, mostly.”

“Just like at home,” Mika giggled, her mood lifting as she felt a little more normal. “Tell me some gossip. I’m dying for lack of it.”

“Well, hmmm…” Lythia lifted her eyes heavenward to think of something. “They say Lady Sapphire is going to come into heat soon.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t know what a heat is?” Lythia let out a laugh that reminded Mika so much of Traci that it almost hurt. “Dragon women come into heat when they are ready to conceive, they…”

“Mika!” Casimer’s rough but regal tones outside the bedchamber’s door made Lythia’s words die on her tongue. Before he entered the room, she scuttled out the servant’s passage, leaving Mika to face the dragon king on her own.

Casimer stepped into the room, removed his black silk outer robe, baring his chest and powerful arms. The sight only served to make Mika’s desires, already running rampant, grow stronger. Her sense of carnal denial was becoming hard to contain when continually confronted with the most desirable man she had ever seen.

“So,” he said, coming to stand before the bed where she sat curled. “You think it’s amusing to ask inappropriate questions at dinnertime?”

“I was just asking what was on my mind. We do all kinds of sexual things, but you won’t have sex with me,” Mika said, figuring it was better to focus on the sex than the inappropriate behavior. He was so obsessed with having her trained, and she knew he was not pleased that she had failed to be as placid and boring as the rest of the guests.

“I haven’t had sex with you… yet,” Casimer replied, one thick brow rising at her. “I have a lifetime to mate with you, pet. There is no rush.”

“If you really wanted me, you wouldn’t wait.”

“Is that what you think, pet? You think a man’s desire for you can be gauged only by how quickly he fucks you?”

Mika blushed. She knew she was being irrational, but Casimer’s reluctance to take things further was making her feel, well, insecure. He had been clear from the beginning that she was a pet. Now she wondered if she was not good enough in the eyes of the dragon king.

“Is there someone else? I mean…”

“There are a thousand someones,” Casimer said. “None of them are in my bedchamber arguing with me.”

“You’ve slept with a thousand women?”

“Not quite that many,” he smirked down at her. “Pet, are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” she said quickly. “I just… I’m…”

“You’re frustrated,” he said, finishing her sentence for her, his ice blue eyes burning down at her as he spoke in imperious tones. “You are desperate to stretch your tight little sex around my cock and you do not understand why I won’t simply fuck you as you wish.” As he spoke, he freed his cock and pressed it toward her mouth. “Suck me, pet. Show me your desire.”