Egilka looked at him, a long look that took Clajak in from head
to toe and back again. The aroma of arousal grew heavier. A slow, calculating
smile spread over Egilka’s face.
Clajak’s breath
caught. As always, Egilka’s smile softened the stark cheekbones and chin, and
his white teeth gleamed behind the mustache. This was not the kind smile the
Dramok had seen before, however. This was a dangerous smile, one that made Egilka
sexy as hell. Pirate sexy. Sexy, beautiful, and fucking scary.
A thrill of fear
slammed Clajak’s gut, and he yanked at his unrelenting bonds. He wanted Egilka,
but he wasn’t sure he wanted this version of Egilka. Especially not if he was
helpless.
The Imdiko looked
amused at Clajak’s efforts to pull free. “Getting better acquainted, as you put
it, might not be such a bad idea. However, I think I like the position you’re
in, my handsome prince.”
Oh no, this was
definitely not one of Clajak’s fantasies. Bottoming was for other men, not the
Crown Prince of Kalquor. His fangs unfolded from the roof of his mouth to
display behind his flat set of teeth.
He warned Egilka, “I’m
a Dramok, Imdiko. I do not submit.”
Egilka’s
slit-pupiled eyes glimmered with amusement. “You don’t have to. The ties will
do all the surrendering for you.” He turned from Clajak and contemplated the
fabric-draped walls. “Let’s see what kind of goodies are in this room.”
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