Chapter 20: Afraid of a little kiss?
Sam was staring at him, and the man behind him with a large, worried gaze. He looked extremely nervous as Cass approached him and came to a stop in front of him. Cass had no idea where he was, and with the anger boiling beneath his skin, he didn't want to spend another damn minute here.
"Um, my Lord, I don't think-" Sam's whisper was so quiet that Cass could tell he was worried that Draken could hear him. Cass huffed, adjusting the collar of his jacket as he refused to look behind him at the man there. There was no need for Sam to whisper. Cass knew he could hear him just fine.
"Sam." Cass cut off the other man who shut his lips dramatically. "Just lead the way." Cass ordered and watched as Sam nodded, spun on his heel, and continued down the hallway. Cass had only taken a few steps before the heavy footfalls came rushing at him.
"Oh absolutely fucking not. I was told to make sure you got to your chambers safely, and I will not be made a liar by you." Cass let out a gasp of shocked outrage as Draken grabbed him and swept him off of his feet. He was about to throw him over his shoulder, before Draken let out a loud tsk. "Fuck. You better be grateful I'm being so damn considerate of you. Only Lady Fiona and Lady Ava get to be carried like this normally." Cass' cheeks turned red as Draken spun Cass around in his arms until he was being carried in a similar fashion as Lady Fiona had done the night before.
The biggest difference was the size. While Lady Fiona had only been maybe one inch taller than Cass, Draken towered over Cass. That meant his arms and shoulders dwarfed Cass, and Cass hated how comfortable being held and tucked into his arms was. Cass wanted to complain, to throw a fit, but looking up at Draken, it was clear that was what he wanted.
His gaze was begging him. Throw a fit. I dare you.
So, Cass did the only thing he could do while still being petty. He gripped onto Draken's arms with his nails. Draken laughed loudly, the sound echoing off the walls.
"What are you, a stray kitten?" He made a soft, pitying meow at Cass and Cass felt his nostrils flare. "I had no idea you were so good at this. A small human who looks ill and fights you at every turn? Are you sure you want to belong to Lady Fiona? I know plenty of others who would gladly take you as a wife." It was an insult, and Sam's soft gasp didn't need to tell Cass that.
"Put me down." Cass ordered, furious. It didn't matter if Cass liked men, that was not an okay thing to say. To anyone. Draken laughed.
"Or what? It's clear from your reactions, Lord Blackburn, that you can't remember your spells right now. So what threat at you to me?" Cass wanted to wrap his hands around his neck. Turning his gaze towards the other man's face, Cass narrowed his gaze as he looked him over.
Draken was cocky. Sure of himself. He was a prideful creature, after all, and Lady Fiona was the only one who had vaguely tamed him. He was sure even the royal family bowed to him because he was so powerful and so many creatures listened to him. But, there were a few things that a man like him probably wouldn't like.