Chapter 20 Party
Party
Leo
I loved holding on to Davidson’s arm in public, but not because I enjoyed the spotlight.
I enjoyed him. We shook a few hands, and he introduced me to some people, and I smiled and spoke about the exhibition and the weather like a seasoned socialite.
Of course, I didn’t remember a single person’s name. My mind was full of Davidson.
He hovered protectively, always touching me one way or the other.
Attentive and considerate, he included me in every conversation but shielded me from less pleasant encounters.
I must have looked ridiculous gazing up at him with hearts in my eyes, hanging on to his every word and gesture, but I didn’t give a shit.
Not when he glanced at me with a tender smile and kissed my temple, rubbing circles on my back.
His hot palm warmed my skin through the sheer material of my shirt, and I had to consciously steer my mind away from the gutter.
“Are you tired, darling?” he whispered into my ear when we excused ourselves from another group of suited-up businessmen.
“No.”
“Are you having fun?”
I met his gaze, losing myself in his copper eyes for a few seconds. Fun? No. But I did feel damn good. Amazing, even. Safe, cherished, and beautiful in a way that went beyond clothes and hairstyles. Davidson made me feel special.
“Leo?” he asked, his eyebrows curling quizzically.
Oh. I hadn’t answered his question. “I’m having a great time. Thank you.”
Grinning, he pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“Everybody is looking at you tonight,” he said quietly. “The whole of Ardaine envies me.”
I didn’t notice all that much. I felt the gazes on us, but it thrilled me to ignore them and only pay attention to my alpha.
He bent his head, our noses almost touching. “Especially when you look at me like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like you would get on your knees and suck me off right here if I asked you.”
The bolt of desire knocked the air out of my lungs. Davidson smirked.
“Careful, omega. Your scent is powerful tonight. We don’t want you to get too aroused in public and embarrass yourself.”
Would it be that bad? “The people here would know how horny I am for your cock.”
He hugged me, and his lips brushed my ear. “I’ve changed my mind. I want them to know. You can walk around with a wet spot on your ass for all I care, slick like a slut in heat. With how you’re clinging to me tonight, your eyes shining when you look at me, they’ll all know I fucking own you.”
His low voice reverberated through my bones, and I closed my eyes with pleasure. I got half-hard, and the clothes I wore hid very little. If he spoke to me like this a few more times, I’d truly be walking around with slick seeping through my underwear.
Afraid to say anything else in case he got me fully hard with his next sentence, I merely took Davidson’s hand in both of mine and brought it to my lips. His face gentled.
“Good boy,” he whispered and hugged me to his side.
The warmth when he said that covered me like a comfort blanket.
“Davidson. Good to see you here. Will you introduce us?”
At the loud greeting, I automatically tensed, but my mate turned to the man with a smile.
Judging by his suit and his entourage, this alpha outranked most of the people in here.
He was tall but not as tall as Davidson, probably in his sixties with lines in his face and almost white hair, but his body was trim and athletic.
“Governor,” my alpha said, accepting the offered hand. “Good evening, sir.”
Oh. Okay.
Then the alpha’s gaze landed on me. Meeting his eyes, I gasped. They were ice blue with a thin band of gold around the pupils. A shifter’s eyes. The governor was a dragon. Well, shit.
He extended his arm toward me, but I was mute, my brain working overtime to figure out if he was a threat or not.
“This is Leonard Chase,” Davidson said, his voice tender. “Leo, meet Governor Harry Figueroa.”
I accepted the big hand and bent my head. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
An excited smile spread over the governor’s wrinkly face. “I’m excited to finally meet you, Leonard.”
With his arm around my shoulders, Davidson squeezed me. He was letting me know it was okay. The governor figured out I was Davidson’s mate. He was one of us.
Us.
I blinked. Did I just count myself as part of the dragon shifter world?
“Thank you, sir,” I stammered out. “I’m happy to be here.”
He turned to my alpha and slapped his upper arm. “Congratulations, my friend. This is excellent news.”
Davidson introduced me to the governor’s husband, who was human and looked to be in his late thirties.
But when their adult children were mentioned together with the husband’s position as a professor in criminal justice, I realized he must be much older.
Apparently, being a dragon mate had definite health perks.
The conversation was interspersed with hints, but an outsider would never notice a thing. I was fascinated.
“You two are the talk of the night,” the husband, Felix, said. “Ardaine’s most famous bachelor is not a bachelor anymore.”
Davidson chuckled. “You mean most notorious bachelor.”
“It’s lovely to see you smile, Davidson. It’s about time.”
“The wait has been worth it, I assure you.” With that, he pressed a chaste kiss to my temple.
The governor looked me up and down, but there was nothing sexual in his appreciation. He looked at me like he would at one of the exhibited pieces in the room, with admiration and interest. “I see what you mean.” Then he gave me a half-smile. “Good luck, Leonard. And keep him on his toes.”
I grinned. That wouldn’t be a problem.
“We’d love to have you both for dinner next month,” Felix said. “Davidson has been neglecting certain circles, but I hope that will change now. Both Manny Bracknell and I keep stubbornly sending invitations.”
“Thank you, Felix, for not giving up on me.”
The governor’s eyes fixed on something over my shoulder, and he frowned. “I would love to continue our conversation, but the vultures are circling above our heads.” He offered me his hand again. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better, Leonard.”
We exchanged goodbyes, and the couple left to mingle. After the interaction, even more people were looking at us, and I angled my body so I faced away from the crowd. Davidson held me around my waist, scanning the room.
“Who’s Manny Bracknell? Is he the same Manny…” I trailed off, unsure whether it was a good idea to recap the argument with Lawrence.
“The one Lawrence threatened to send to your rescue?” Davidson’s reply was light.
He was grinning guiltily. “Indeed, that’s him.
See, Ernest Bracknell, Lawrence’s husband, is my lead engineer.
A genius when it comes to aerodynamics, by the way.
And Manny is Ernest’s omega father, the fearsome head of the Bracknell clan.
He’s a character, but good to the bone.”
“Bracknell clan?” I asked. “How many of them are there?”
“I’ve lost count years ago. Ernest has four brothers, all of them married, and with an army of kids.”
“The holidays must be something.”
“You have no idea,” Davidson said darkly, and I had to chuckle.
In my peripheral vision, I saw a group of people approaching, but Davidson stepped to the side, tugging me with him.
“Would you be disappointed if we went home soon?” he asked.
“No. We can leave whenever.” I wasn’t tired, but I longed to be alone with my alpha again. Not to mention that my scent would be intensifying now that the effect of the perfume was waning. I didn’t want to draw even more attention to us.
“Let’s go, then.”
Sitting in the car next to Davidson, I all but vibrated with anticipation.
He pushed the button to raise the barrier between the driver and us, and I expected him to molest me at least a little, but he was annoyingly composed and detached.
I wrapped my arms around myself and looked out of the window.
After the rush of the evening, his cold treatment worried me. Had I done something wrong?
“Are you horny, omega?” His rough, deep voice made me jolt. No, I hadn’t done anything wrong. My Master was toying with me just the way I loved.
“Yes, I am.”
From the corner of my eye, I could see him lean against the door with his elbow, looking out of the window thoughtfully, his chin supported by his fist. The streetlights reflected on his strict, impassive face.
“It’s dangerous to fuck around in a moving car. Sit properly and check your seat belt.”
He said it without looking at me, and my blood simmered. I straightened up in my seat. The seat belt sat over my hips and crossed my chest as it should, tight over my shoulder. I tugged on it, and it held.
“Take your cock out.”
His orders, in that tone. Oh yes. I looked at my groin. The seat belt covered the button on my pants, but I could open my fly underneath. I unzipped and pulled my erection out through the opening.
“Play with yourself. Use both hands and tug on the piercing. I want to hear you.”
My groin throbbed before I even started. I massaged my length and pulled on the jewel, working myself intensely. I couldn’t come from this alone—I’d need something in my hole—so I didn’t have to be careful. My harsh breaths and moans filled the car.
Sprawling in the seat, Davidson watched me with heated eyes. I glanced back at him, letting all my want and lust show on my face.
“Is your hole wet?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“I’m close to my heat, and my Master is telling me what to do. I’m so wet it’ll leak out of me soon.”
“When we get out of the car, I want to see a proper stain on the back of your pants.”