Page 8 of Dragon Rogue
“Damned hippie,” Someone muttered.
Jori grinned. “If I was born half a century earlier, maybe.”
Goliath groaned. “Kargassa left a youngling in charge. Sten, just put us out of our misery now if won’t grab him by the scruff and kick him out.”
Jori stepped right up to Goliath, where Sten had been, just moments before.
Sten tensed, ready to intervene.
“And you called me a pussy. Whine all you want, but what I will never tolerate is aggression or dominance of females. I am not my sire.”
Sten froze, his gaze darting to each of the dragons nearby, gauging their reactions to this.
No aggression, Sten totally agreed with. But no dominance?
His gut twisted. How else were these unreasonable females going to submit and coexist peacefully with the males?
The king’s woman had already stripped him down on proper addressee language.
Dragonesses were not to be addressed as bitches. Ever.
How was I to know?
Any Aeleftherian he’d paired up with before was only interested in one thing.
His dick.
Fine by him. He had more important things to do than let another bit—dragoness—wreck his heart. He’d already learned that the hard way.
Sten and most of these dragons had been under Kargassa’s rule for so long, they’d become oblivious to proper dragon etiquette. Apparently.
Focused on finding the Aeleftherian colony—the strongest females, most worthy of powerful males like the mountain dragons, they all ignored the fact that there were other tribes out there.
Without a show of strength, how could the Aeleftherian dragonesses ever understand how to submit?
He glanced between Jori and Goliath.
This was a mistake. A big fucking mistake.
They were all going to be doomed to loneliness, with just each other’s ugly faces for eternity if he didn’t figure out how to sway the new king’s opinion.
I’m tired of being alone.
If Sten couldn’t change Jori’s stance, he’d end up dead.
Chapter 5
Sten breathed a sigh of relief as Jori stepped back from Goliath.
“Let us know if you guys have any ideas on names for this place. I’m kinda partial to Oasis Cavern, or Mountain Loft. What do you think of Dragon-Man-Cave? I like that one best.” He turned, grinning at Sten, and threw him a wink as he headed back toward the door.
“Those are the stupidest names I’ve ever heard of for a dragon lair. I can come up with ten better than those.” Goliath scoffed.
“I don’t know, I kinda liked…”
Sten chuckled as he followed Jori out of the mess hall. “I was on my way to meet you. You wanted to discuss the thefts?”
“I did, but that can wait. Our guests are here.”