Ch. 01
Chapter 1
He didn’t even glance over while the girls flowed into the room. He didn’t care. He didn’t even want to be there. He was just another excuse for his friend and prince to throw a party. If the excuse was Damon’s recent victory over the raiders – a small victory though it was – Prince Caspian was more than happy to use it. Damon sighed as the cheers went up from the soldiers around the terrace. How did they never tire of the drunken revelry? The one night stands? The hungover training session the following day? Perhaps because they weren’t dragons? Damon rolled his eyes and cast them back out to the dark garden. His chair sat facing the railing, the back of his chair to the heart of the action.
He heard soft footsteps approaching his chair. The sort of noise he could only hear because of his enhanced hearing. They clearly belonged to a lithe girl, probably one with a deep tan, sensual smile and raven black hair. The type of girl Caspian was convinced Damon liked. She knelt down and offered up a large stein of ale, her eyes cast downward. He glanced over and was surprised to see dark red hair and pale skin dotted with freckles across her nose.
“My lord,” she whispered, offering up the stein.
“You will look at me when you speak to me,” he growled.
The sound reverberated in her chest and her eyes immediately shot upward to meet Damon’s eerie golden ones. His pupils were slightly oval in shape in the way of a cat’s and narrowed harshly. He emanated anger and power. The girl’s dark green eyes belied her terror, her hands shaking a bit, but she stayed still. He continued to glare at her until she snapped back to the present.
“My lord,” she said again, not breaking his stare.
Damon took the mug and contemplated her, his judgment going right through her, as though he could read her very thoughts. He’d never encountered anyone who could feel the terror she clearly felt and maintain eye contact. Like her obedience to listen to him gave her the strength to stymie her primal fears. After boring into her soul for what seemed like forever to the girl, him never blinking, her trembling but never releasing his gaze, he brought the mug to his lips and returned his attention to the garden. The girl sat back on her heels and lowered her eyes back down. She never moved. Despite the bursts of laughter, the clatter of dishes, and even the dropping and shattering of a glass, the redhead stayed still. Damon was surprised that she never spoke to him. Never pestered him about dancing or getting more food or spewing random chatter. Neither did she sneak off or make an excuse to visit a girl friend. Damon knew Caspian paid the girls when they tried to sit on his lap or followed him to his room where they fucked and he kicked them out before morning.
Damon turned and handed the girl his stein, one eyebrow raised, his eyes dark. The girl correctly received his command and stood up. She looked in his eyes, a bit hesitant, and said, “Yes, my lord,” before turning to go. He smirked after she turned. He wondered how far he could push her before she broke. Abusing the women until they fled was his favorite way to return Caspian’s “favors.” This time he watched her, openly studying her body. Her pale blue dress was sheer and shimmered silver in the candlelight. It clung tightly to her hips and fell to the back of her knees. He could easily see the roundness of her ass cheeks, the dimples where her spine met her hips, the promise of more in the way the fabric caught between her round cheeks. She waited politely in line for her turn to refill his mug. She didn’t chit chat with the other girls in line, she didn’t try to push her way to the front, name dropping the guest of honor. Her hair at her temples were swept back and held with a moon-shaped clip, the rest spilling across her shoulders in reddish brown waves. When his stein was filled to the brim, she turned around carefully and began her walk back, stepping slowly and carefully to avoid spilling. The front of her dress was ruched, from the valley of her breasts to just below her pussy. It explained why the fabric clung so tightly to her ass. The sheerness of the fabric made it easy to see that her pussy was bald, her nipples hard, and her skin just as pale and smooth as the rest of her. A mere snag would rip the dress right from her body. Contrary to her light footfalls, her breasts were quite ample and her ass large enough that he could grasp a handful. There was a nice curve to her hips. She carried herself well, more like a fae than a human. She glanced up when she reached his side, catching sight of his eyes as they washed over her body. Her cheeks flushed bright pink, but as she sank to her knees and offered up the stein, she did not drop her eyes. Damon gave a half grin, half smirk as he took the drink from her, sipping deep without breaking contact.
“The food has arrived!” Caspian shouted, and another cheer went up from the crowd. The girl stood quickly and stepped to the side to allow Damon to pass. “Come” he growled to her as he walked past.
