Beggin’
Zavida
P oor Kit is run ragged, but he’s not complaining—at least, not out loud. I was surprised by Jasper’s interruption and more so by his punishment. Not because it’s unlike Jas to be spiteful, but more because it was definitely aimed at separating us from the rest of the group. I’ll ask him later tonight, when we’re alone, and hopefully, he’ll clue me in. I could feel his irritation spiking along our connection while he got the Games basic uniforms out to the rest of the guys.
Jasper seems mercurial and overly emotional in his decisions, but he’s rarely reacting spontaneously.
X is sticking close to him, with Oriel and Salem following closely. It’s interesting how quickly those two have attached themselves to Kit when they’ve never given a shit about much of anyone before. Something about the kid speaks to their isolation and even if Jasper can’t see it, I get the allure. The guy has spunk and despite being essentially crippled by his lack of magic, he’s willing to throw himself into the ring out of spite.
“What’s on your mind, Zav?” Anton murmurs as we trail behind the others.
I bite my lip for a moment, not wanting to share my concerns without speaking to Jas first. After a moment, I shrug. “I was thinking about why Jasper sent us packing for such a small, arbitrary offense. I don’t think it was about giving Kit crap; it felt like he was doing it for some other reason.”
“He’s been suspiciously tight lipped about the various bullshit the admin is throwing at him at the last minute. I thought it was about keeping idiots from suggesting we’re getting preferential treatment, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.”
My brain takes off on one of its frequent computory adventures, and when it stops, I grab Annie’s arm. “Do you think they placed a geas on him?”
Anton sucks in a breath, looking around us before he hisses, “Don’t even suggest it. I’m not saying it’s impossible, but if those fuckers know we know, they’ll alter it in some way. Fuck.”
Not even Lucian could do such a thing to the Prince of Hell without consulting the King, so our families will be of no help. Sighing, I let my mind wander again, knowing it’s searching for anything in my mental database that will help us deal with this new possibility.
“I can sort of understand why they’d do it, given Jasper’s place in our caliphate, but I’m not sure why he’d allow it.” The peacock shifter frowns, tilting his head as his gaze focuses on his lover and the rest of our group ahead. “Do you think he was extorted? Perhaps they threatened to do something untoward during the Games if he didn’t tell the King he was cool with it.”
Me. If they threatened me, it would be easy to convince our Prince to bend.
“ Damn it,” I mutter in irritation. “They probably used me as their bait.”
“Mmmmm, perhaps.” Anton’s voice is full of doubt, though, and he shrugs when I look at him expectantly. “Kit is far more vulnerable than you and we’ve all taken some level of shine to him. He would make a much better bargaining tool until his powers emerge fully.”
My brother is right; Kit is tied to all of us through the induction. It weakens us all to have him powerless and our affection for him is just as dangerous. Lucian has spies amongst the student body, so he’s certainly been told we’re all ‘dating’ the new student he thought was a punishment. I’d be willing to bet he’s pissed as hell and that’s why Jasper keeps having to do dumb shit in our classes with him.
“This is not a good outcome,” I say as I rub my temples. “Darkstar knowing what buttons to push before we even grace the field for trials means we have to work even harder.”
“Perhaps that’s why the Prince pushed the limits of our strength today?”
Sweet baby Asmodeus, of course it is. Slash said Kit needed endurance training.
“ I think it might have gone down more smoothly if he’d said something to that effect, though.” I shake my head, looking up at the sky as I regret not pushing Jasper harder to communicate before now. “Not about the spell, I mean, just a general statement that would have told us he was using the time to train our team.”
Anton is about to reply when we almost crash into Oriel and Salem. They’ve fallen back, letting Kit and X get farther away in order to give Annie and me time to catch up. I give the huge panda shifter a dirty look; he’s solid as fuck and I bruise like a peach.
“What’s the buzz back here?” O says curiously. “You two are whispering like palace servants in the staff halls.”
While he might be right about that, I hold a finger up. “I should probably remind you all that Kit will give you an immense amount of shit for saying stuff like that.”
The crow shifter winks at me. “Probably, but he knows I’m a work in progress.”
“True dat,” Salem adds as he fist bumps the avian.
When the fuck did those two get so chummy?
“Whatever you say,” Annie says drily. “We were discussing why Prince Asshat is even less communicative than normal—and we think we know why.”
“Oooh. Do tell, bro,” Salem coos as he bats his lashes. “Did the stick in his ass shift a bit and now he’s even grumpier?”
I frown at the panda, rolling my eyes. “Stop it, Salem. This is serious. We think it’s possible they placed a… enchantment on him. The kind that prevents… leaks.”
Anton chuckles at my attempt not to say the real term lest it be overhead somehow. “Exactly. Though we have no idea how to test for it other than speaking to Jas very carefully and hoping he knows how to tell us without violating it.”
“Anyone know how we’re going to get one of the least talkative and proudest dudes we know to admit he let someone put a magical leash on him?” Oriel asks. When no one answers, he groans low. “Well, that’s fucking super. Another day, another obstacle, I suppose.”
It seems like that’s becoming the norm, not the exception—which is not good news for people headed for death matches.
While the others head back to their rooms, I make a beeline for the Prince’s. I know he’s going to be in a mood when he gets here and I want to make sure he vents his frustration before the entire group gets together. Salem took O to help him with our dinner because Xerxes insisted he needed to work with Kit on the new uniforms or something. I don’t think Annie believed him, but he offered to pitch in on the food to give them time.
Hopefully, Jasper doesn’t return with Slash in tow; I don’t want to argue about how to calm the royal sensibilities with his general.
Closing the door to his suite behind me, I get to work. First I pour a Hellfire no, today will be a quick and dirty affair to help him soothe the need for control that has been stripped from him.
So I strip, folding my uniform neatly and placing it on the chair I know he’ll look at to see if I’ve followed the rules. Walking to the side table, I place the bottle of lube within reach before I set up pillows. I have no idea whether he’ll be too far into his dragon to worry about positioning or not, but it doesn’t hurt to have all his preferred shit just so. Sometimes, making Jasper happy as a demon, a shifter, a Dom, and a person is as simple as making sure his world lines up perfectly in private because it’s chaos publicly.
I look at the virtual assistant on the opposite nightstand, noting the time. He should be here soon, so I drop to the pillow by the bed, getting into the familiar position as I wait.
No, it’s not humiliating to be submissive, nor does this mean I enjoy degradation.
The door swings open, banging against the wall as the fuming dragon hybrid stomps in. He pauses when he sees me, his golden eyes pinging around the room until they land on me again. A small smirk graces his lips and I have to hold back a sigh of relief. That means he’s pleased by the effort and I definitely wanted that to be the case. As long as our brief tryst bleeds the rage out of his system, our group dinner will be spared his fury.
“Zavvie,” he growls low and it makes my entire body shiver.
Ducking my head, I put my gaze on his shiny black shoes. “Yes, Sir.”
Another pleased sound escapes his throat and this time, I know the dragon is riding him hard. The sound of his jacket hitting the armchair makes my lips curve up, and I stay still as he continues his routine. This specific set of steps will help him with the feeling of helplessness and comfort me as long as I let it. Right now, he’s unbuttoning his oxford and rolling up the sleeves; I don’t have to see it to know what the Prince is doing and in what order.
“You poured my drink. Good boy,” he rasps and my dick jumps against my thighs.
Jasper Eversore is terrifying when he’s angry, but when he praises you? You feel it from head to toe.
“ Thank you, Sir,” I murmur low as I keep my spine straight despite his fingers drifting over my skin as he passes. He likes to tease, even briefly, to see if he can trip me up, but I’m used to it. As long as someone doesn’t come bursting in here to break my concentration, he won’t succeed in getting me to fuck up my standing orders.
Jasper chuckles and I hear the glass meet the wood as he sets it down. “You get better every time, Zavvie. Now turn around and suck my cock until I can focus again.”
I spin quickly, settling in before I lean in and take his giant dick in my mouth without preamble. The Prince likes to grab my head and fuck my mouth hard, which he does within seconds. His hips buck as he grunts and groans, pushing in deeply so I’m drooling as I suck and scrape him with my teeth eagerly. I listen to every sound, savoring his pleasure as my own, but also to know what will help me bring him to the edge faster.
“Goddamn, you’re taking it so well today,” he mutters as his fingers tighten in my hair, pulling enough to make me moan around his shaft. That vibration pleases him and so he tugs again, snarling happily when I moan more. “I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you, my foxy boy. Would you like that?”
Fuck, yes, I would, especially if he’s feeling this generous.
Of course, I can’t answer, so I trail my tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock in response. He grasps my head hard, thrusting a few more times until I’m drooling and breathing hard through my nose. His dick ridges with the bumps I associate with his half-shift, and the shaft in my mouth gets bigger—a sure sign it’s time for him to stop unless I shift, too. When the vibration kicks in, I suck harder, licking his hot precum eagerly until he finally yanks himself away. His eyes are blazing with fire in their depths as he spins me again, positioning me on the bed.
Hopefully, this is enough to calm his dragon before we have to meet up with others—otherwise, I’m not sure what will happen.