Lyrion's Gift [Elven Conceptions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) Read Online Free PDF Page B

length of chain.
    The newcomer stepped closer and looked him up and down. The two servants continued their work as though he were not even there.
    “So you’re the one about whom I have heard so much talk. Perhaps you have heard of me, too.” He touched his chest proudly. “I am Kevris, Prince Talek’s concubinus.”
    “Concubinus?” Lyrion blinked. The ways and words of these people were most confusing. “What is that?”
    The one called Kevris tilted his head back as though offended. “You do not know? Are you ignorant?”
    “In the ways of this land, I suppose the answer must be yes.”
    Kevris’s eyes narrowed to angry slits. “You seem very sure of yourself,” he said, startling Lyrion. He was, after all, covered in chains and at the mercy of the prince and even his servants. He felt far from sure of anything.
    “Most assuredly, I think no such thing. Please explain your meaning.”
    “I might have known you would try something like this. You seem quite sure the prince will enjoy your mummery. I, for one, do not believe you are as innocent of our ways as you pretend. In time, Prince Talek will see such schemes for what they are. And I intend to help him to that realization.”
    Without warning, Kevris reached out and curled his fingers around Lyrion’s bollocks. He squeezed them playfully at first, then much harder, until Lyrion recoiled with pain. Just as abruptly, he let go and drew back.
    More perplexed than ever, Lyrion parted his lips to respond. A harsher voice from the doorway made that unnecessary.
    The prince crossed the room in three rapid strides. Anger clouded his face. “Kevris! I did not send for you! Why are you here?”
    “I came to see the Hidden One,” Kevris said without betraying the slightest touch of alarm. Lyrion was not sure whether to regard his nonchalance with horror or admiration. “I am most curious, like everyone else in the kingdom.”
    “You may indulge your curiosity at some other time, which I will determine. Leave us now.” The prince gestured to the servants, who stood frozen with a fear they were trying not to show. “The two of you may go as well.”
    “Yes, my prince.” Kevris spoke the words in a formal tone, but Lyrion saw the sneer curling his lip. He felt quite sure the prince did, too.
    Finally, the three of them left, the two servants carrying the water-filled tub out by its rope handles. Kevris followed them at a leisurely pace. Soon Lyrion stood alone before the prince.
    “I trust you enjoyed your bath. I always find warm water soothing after a journey of any length. I can imagine how long yours must have seemed.” He scowled when Lyrion offered no response. “Why does everyone think I enjoy hearing my own voice echo off the walls? That is perhaps the only reason I keep Kevris here at all. He is not afraid to converse with me. Speak!”
    “I beg your pardon, prince. I did not want to overstep my place.”
    “If Kevris was the reason for your silence, pay no mind to anything he said to you,” Talek said with an impatient wave of his hand. “He assumes his position in my household is far more secure than it truly is.”
    Nervously, Lyrion bowed his head. “I was unable to comprehend what his position is. He used a word I did not know.”
    The prince snorted in disdain. “He uses a good many words I wish I did not know. However, whatever he might claim to be is of no importance. Though he has served me well, ’tis your service I am far more interested in at the moment. Did the soldiers tell you why I sent them out to find you?”
    “I believe they tried to explain their purpose,” Lyrion said, his blush returning. “However, I wonder if I did not misunderstand them as well.”
    Talek traced his fingers down the front of Lyrion’s bare chest, as he had done in the throne room. This time, though, he didn’t stop at simply brushing his hand over the mark and Lyrion’s cock. Instead, he traced the mark with the tips of his nails, leaving a