“Thank you, my little Prince.” Susan grabbed Daniel’s cheeks, stood on her toes, and planted a kiss on his forehead.
Man, why did mothers always kiss their kids when people watched? But Daniel found he wasn’t as embarrassed about it as he would have sworn six months ago.
Seldon was no longer alone in the living room. Caledon, Geodin, and Marcadon had arrived while Elakdon and Daniel had been upstairs, talking. They all sat silently on the couch and looked at Seldon who, in turn, had his back to them and was staring out the window while playing on the other new flute. He’d had one like that at the Great House, and Daniel loved that flute in particular. A transverse flute? He wasn’t sure.
Daniel went to stand behind Caledon and leaned over to support his elbows on the backrest and kiss Caledon on the cheek. The Lord smiled at him affectionately and reached back to caress Daniel’s head, but his attention quickly returned to Seldon’s playing.
It was captivating. Such a soft melody on a shiny flute, and Daniel watched Seldon’s strong fingers dance effortlessly on the keys, his muscular body swaying gracefully to the tune. He was absolutely beautiful to look at, and what he shared with them brought everything full circle.
The melody ended, and Daniel remembered he’d promised his mom he’d find out who would be at the house for dinner. Once he’d questioned Marcadon, Daniel reported back to his mom in the kitchen. She was chatting with Elakdon and Roardon, and Daniel blushed at finding out the topic was him as a kid.
When she whipped out the story of him age fourteen making a huge fool of himself in front of his first crush, Daniel intervened. “Mom! That’s embarrassing!”
“No, no, finish that story,” Roardon said, laughing. “Please. You’re at the mall, and little Miss Crush is standing there…”
“No!” Daniel insisted.
Susan laughed as she turned to take a I’m-so-friggin-cool stance against the kitchen counter. “Daniel was rocking the new sunglasses, leaning back with his ice cream cone quickly melting in the summer heat. Then he slipped onto his ass, crushed the cone in his hand, and all that melted ice cream poured out all over his shirt and pants.”
“Mom!” Daniel whined and face-palmed himself. “That’s so embarrassing.”
“No, that’s adorable,” Roardon managed through fits of laughter.
Elakdon cackled, his golden eyes twinkling. “I agree, quite adorable.”
Daniel face-palmed himself again for good measure. That was the most embarrassed he’d ever been.
“I hate to change the subject, but I will have to feed very soon,” the King announced. “I have someone at the Guard house, of course, but I was hoping to begin empowering your people, Beaudon.”
Oh, thank God for a change of subject before Susan remembered that time he’d kissed a stranger at the doctor’s office because he thought it was her. Daniel mentally ran through the list of possible Cubi to feed Elakdon, but he didn’t get very far before Roardon spoke.
“May I offer myself, Nol-Elakdon?”
“You may.” Elakdon smiled, and his eyes darkened. “When was the last time you were dosed by a male?”
“My son when we escaped the attacking forces. I was hurt bad, so the Guard Lady feeding me needed help. Before that, you dosed me.”
“Me?” Elakdon looked positively surprised. “Forgive me for not remembering.”
“Of course, it was almost a decade ago. Just before I was honored with the responsibilities of running a House.”
“Please.” Elakdon held out his hand, and Roardon took it.
“Guest room has clean sheets on,” Daniel offered as the two left.
“Thanks, son.”
Daniel looked at his mom, wondering whether her homophobic tendencies would ever disappear fully because by the look she was hiding behind peeling onions, watching Roardon leave with Elakdon suggested a step backward in that regard.
“Only Marcadon and I will be needing food today,” Daniel said and left her to her thoughts.
Chapter Seven
T he days felt like workdays now, and Daniel had his nose buried in books and paperwork from when the sun came up until Roardon came back from the store. It wasn’t as physical as working at the store, but Daniel certainly knew how to fill his days.
Since the King of the North had arrived four days earlier, he and Daniel had spent half the day together, talking, the other half of the day working on their own. Lord Wardon and Daniel had gone over all the buildings he’d prescreened, and the Lord had left to set things in motion.
At the moment, Geodin and Seldon were with Elakdon, and they were looking into threat assessing the current situation. Daniel didn’t have the experience, so he trusted Geodin with it. He would focus on the housing problem and read the daily mail from his Grand Council.
Daniel’s butt was sore from sitting at the desk most of the morning. To be a bit more active, he stood by the window to the garden, looking through the real estates he and Lord Wardon had found most suitable for housing Cubi with cubs. It wasn’t nearly enough, but they had to start somewhere. As Geodin had indicated, the Lord knew a lot, but what Daniel appreciated the most was his ability to explain it to someone as inexperienced as Daniel.
Seldon and Caledon had ended up sharing the secretary duties. Most of the day, Seldon had been on the landline while two cell phones kept going off, and he multitasked by filling numbers into an accountant program. Caledon had bossed some Cubi around to get some stuff done. Daniel was sure it was his eye for details that had earned him the responsibilities as a House Lord. Once putting everybody to work, Caledon sat in all his geeky sexiness with glasses on, researching something that needed more than one book open at a time.
The doorbell rang, followed by a commotion in the foyer. Having read so much, Daniel felt cross-eyed and in need of a break. Maybe something physical would do, like helping with whatever was being shuffled around out there.
Daniel put the papers down and opened the door to the hall, finding Marcadon and Afdon moving boxes around. Both wore sunglasses, and Daniel noticed a moving company’s logo on a few of the other men’s shirts. Daniel quickly closed the door so the humans wouldn’t be able to look into the living room and see Lord Caledon’s purple eyes.
“Need a hand?” Daniel asked.
Marcadon grinned as he passed with a box in his arms, but then his face fell, and he tossed his head for Daniel to follow him. As soon as Marcadon had put the box down, he grabbed Daniel by the shoulders and turned them so he had his back to the movers. He then lowered his dark glasses to look at Daniel’s eyes. “Your eyes are red—too red to not be noticed when this close.”
Daniel focused on his human eyes, wondering how he was supposed to get it under control and will them to change. Was he supposed to focus on them all the time for that?
“That’s better.” Marcadon patted Daniel’s shoulders. “For the master bedroom. You want to help haul it up there?”
“Sure.” Daniel grabbed the closest box, not having any idea how much the thing weighed. It wasn’t heavy. He carried it upstairs and put it in the master bedroom. When he came back to the stairs, the others were leaving boxes at the top of the stairs so Daniel continued to and fro with boxes.
Once he’d heard the front door close and the moving van pulling away, Daniel left the last few boxes for the others to move into the room and set about opening the boxes instead. Yup, it was the furniture to make the room into a huge feeding stall.
Marcadon came in with another box and set it down. “Do you know where the tools are?”
“Doesn’t stuff like this usually come with those flimsy assembly tools?” Daniel shook the box he’d just poured the contents out of.
“I’ll ask a Guard Lord.” Marcadon left, and Daniel collected his findings to put in the corner. The next box contained a piece of furniture that could be assembled in different ways. The manufacturers probably intended for it to be a bookcase, but Daniel’s mind immediately imagined how the heights of the box-e
lements could support a foot or a leg or a torso to make for easy access and comfortable positions while feeding.
Marcadon returned with a toolbox, and they helped each other assemble the different furniture. There was even a bed among the new purchases. A queen, but so what, it wasn’t for sleeping next to one another.
Daniel sat in the corner and assembled the bookcases. He was more or less done and wondered how to fix them usefully. “What do you think? Like this?” Daniel put the red one on the blue one. “Or this.” He put the red and blue next to each other and added a yellow one on top and to the side. Marcadon grinned, and his eyes darkened. Daniel pointed at him. “I have a lunch date, just so you know.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with this one.” Marcadon came over and grabbed Daniel. “If the yellow one is here…” Marcadon finger tightened the screw before he gently shoved Daniel to take a position. Marcadon snuggled in behind him, lifting a leg so they spooned over the boxes. “Yeah, this could work.”
“It could.” Daniel stepped off and back to look at it. “I just wonder if it’ll handle repetitive thrusts from a hard-fucker like you.”
“Probably not.” Marcadon sat on the red one and leaned back. The thing groaned under him. “I’m not even sure it’ll hold me getting my cock sucked.”
“It was meant to be hung individually for foot support.”
Daniel spun in surprise at someone talking behind him. It was Guard Lord Levidon, leaning casually against the doorframe with a plastic bag in his hand.
“I’ll get the drill,” Marcadon said, getting up.
Levidon tossed something at Marcadon who caught it and held it up. Lube. “Well, you could feed me while we see if one of them should stay off the wall for other positions.” Levidon closed in on Marcadon, and Daniel debated whether he should leave or continue to assemble furniture. Stay. He had to stay because he had to get used to public fucking. He thought he’d come a long way, but in reality, it was always the same people around if Daniel engaged in public feeding. This was different. By the peripheral looks of things, it was also the quick kind of feeding. No kissing or making out, just Marcadon being spun, his pants going to the ground, and fingers being worked into his ass in a pretty practically orientated way.
Marcadon grunted as Levidon pushed his cock inside, and Marcadon grabbed the edge of the yellow box.
Hunger stirred in Daniel as he watched—or tried not to watch—the two men, their muscles flexing, and their bodies moving together. Who was he kidding, he hadn’t fed in three hours and those sounds were hot.
“You open for me, cub? You ready?” Levidon asked, his hands caressing Marcadon’s front and cock.
“Yes.”
Levidon pulled back and thrust in hard, coaxing a loud groan from Marcadon. But it was just the first of a long series of hard thrusts, and the yellow box scooted across the floor as Marcadon bore down and shoved back against the force of Levidon’s hips.
Holy fuck, that guy’s got more hip force than Marca.
It was almost poetic justice that his ass was the one getting that treatment. The Guard Lord’s name finally connected something in Daniel’s memory—this was the Guard Lord who’d given Seldon more than he could handle—the one with the powerful dose.
“How hungry are you, cub?” Levidon asked.
“Hungry!” Marcadon managed between grunts and cries from effort. Levidon slammed into Marcadon hard and held still. The desperate sound escaping Marcadon had to mean Levidon dosed him.
“Oh, yeah! Not often I find a cub who can keep up,” Levidon said.
A smartass expression filtered through the pleasure-slash-exertion on Marcadon’s face. “Then let me see what you got, My Lord.”
“Oh, the cub’s brave.” Levidon grinned and grabbed Marcadon around the waist. Marcadon was slightly more buff, but the Lord didn’t seem to have any trouble maneuvering him off the poor yellow box and to the ground. Levidon apparently took the comment as a challenge to be won, and Daniel was grateful he wasn’t the one with his ass in the air right then.
Marcadon clawed at the floor to push back, his face red, and sweat glistening on his skin.
Daniel had given up trying to focus on assembling the chair, but he still tried to look like he was while watching the two men fuck. His dick was rock hard and pinned in his jeans, and the itch was spreading on his neck and back.
Levidon had fucked Marcadon across the floor to the wall, and climax sounded imminent.
“Yeah, yeah, come on! Give me more!” Marcadon growled.
Levidon moaned loudly and gripped Marcadon’s hip hard enough to cut circulation and leave his own knuckles white. Daniel gaped.
“I love your ass! Oh, God, I love it!” Levidon shouted.
Marcadon’s arms began to shake as he pushed back on the wall, his moans changed, and then he convulsed against the wall. Levidon followed suit seconds later, and they collapsed in a sweaty pile of entangled limbs and clothes and tools, heaving for air and groaning from either pain or exertion. Maybe even both in Marcadon’s case because a pounding like that had to leave a seriously sore ass.
“What’s your name again?” Levidon asked, propping himself up.
“Marcadon.”
Recognition sparked in the Guard Lord’s eyes. “The Grand Sire’s son?”
Marcadon nodded, still heaving for air.
“Good. Mean’s you’ll be sticking around, right?” Levidon pulled at Marcadon’s shoulder to flop him onto his back. He then shuffled lower and licked Marcadon’s cock clean.
Marcadon jerked but smiled tiredly. “Yeah, I plan on sticking around for a while. Unless I’m told to go somewhere.”
Levidon looked up. “Would you be interested in a daily feeding, you and me?”
“As long as you don’t expect to fuck me this hard every day.”
“Oh, no, this was a special occasion. You see, I test everybody, and hardly anyone who can take what you did. Why have a daily if you’re not satisfied?”
Marcadon grinned but seemed surprised when Levidon leaned in for a greedy kiss.
Daniel’s hunger flared, and he got to his feet. “That’s it, sorry, gotta go, gotta feed, that was fucking hot.” Daniel left the master bedroom, hearing the two fucked-out men laughing.
Caledon was still reading, and Daniel crept up behind him and snuck his arms around his waist and kissed his neck. Caledon purred and cocked his head.
“Cub feels hungry.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The front door opened, and Daniel heard Seldon’s distinct baritone.
“You fed three hours ago,” Caledon said.
“Yeah, but I just watched Marcadon and Guard Lord Levidon try out the new feeding furniture while I tried to focus on assembling stuff. It looked delicious.” Daniel continued to kiss and nip at Caledon’s neck.
Caledon chuckled and turned his head to pull Daniel in for a kiss, but it wasn’t as passionate or hungry as Daniel had hoped. Good thing he had two lovers and the other just got home. Chances were Seldon’s feeding cycles ran closer to Daniel’s. He listened carefully to hear where he went, but he kept nibbling, enjoying the feeling it caused on his skin.
The door to the living room opened, and Seldon, Elakdon, and Geodin entered.
“Productive day?” Caledon asked, got up, and pulled Daniel around to encircle him in his arms. Daniel smiled and let himself be held.
“It was, yes,” Seldon said. “We’re getting…what’s with the grin?”
Caledon laughed. “I was hoping it was so productive that you got hungry.”
“Oh. No.”
Daniel whimpered and focused on golden eyes before he turned to look at Seldon. He was going to seduce him then.
“Oh, man,” Seldon looked at the floor. “I need a shower first, boy.”
“I can wash your back.”
“Since Royals are always hungry, how about the Royals feed on each other?” Elakdon asked.
Daniel looked up at Elakdon, and the old King�
�s eyes darkened, but not in the way Seldon’s or Caledon’s did. The golden color to them seemed to intensify instead until his eyes actually looked like molten gold. It was pretty freaky. But he looked so hot in a dress shirt and dress pants. That athletic build. A bit like Caledon. Elakdon lacked the nerdy hotness, but he more than made up for it in other ways.
“See if you can woo me.”
Caledon loosened his grip around Daniel who turned to focus fully on the King. He then focused on all he found attractive, while he felt his hunger rise. He barely registered Seldon and Geodin stepping aside.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Elakdon said, smiling. “Not strong enough to sway me fully, but that certainly tickles.” Elakdon licked his lips and stepped closer. Daniel focused more intensely, and his dick grew painfully hard. “Any preferences?” Elakdon closed in on Daniel, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
“No.”
“Good. Oh, man, I’ve fantasized about empowering you since I boarded the plane. Royal Empowerments can be quite time-consuming.”
“Yeah?” Daniel asked, grinning victoriously when Elakdon’s breath grew shallow.
“Oh, yeah.” Elakdon pulled Daniel’s t-shirt off. “My first Royal Empowerment was by the Queen of South, Nil-Savadin who also shared the Royal Knowledge. We didn’t leave the bed for thirty-six hours. We just talked and fucked.” Elakdon unbuttoned Daniel’s pants. “Talked and fucked.” He unzipped them. “Talked and fucked.” Elakdon grinned, and Daniel got the message. Royal Empowerment was done again and again and again. “But we’ll get to that. First of all, we’re going to feed so I can focus on talking.”
Daniel snickered and went for the King’s dress shirt buttons. He’d wanted to see that body in the flesh since they’d met. Once done with the shirt, he pulled it off Elakdon’s shoulders and continued with the pants. “You can top, if you want.”
Elakdon chuckled against Daniel’s neck. “Thanks. I’m looking forward to seeing how you react to a dose, though.” Elakdon cupped Daniels face, leaned in for a hungry kiss, and Daniel’s mind stopped working. As heat spread through his body, it left a shiver and eagerness to be soothed. A loud groan tore from his mouth. He had only one mission in life—he was going to fuck that King’s ass until he came screaming and writhing from pleasure.
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