“Sorry, guess I was,” and I went back to giving him eye contact.
“I know the people I brought in after Chimera aren’t my kind of people for the most part. They do seem more your type of he-man.” The disdain dripped from his voice.
“I’ve seen the kind of man you usually date, Narcissus; you like muscles more than I do. Asher is your exception, not your rule.”
“Do you even have a point to make, cupcake?”
“Yeah, angel cakes, I do. The men left over from the slaughter that Chimera did, well, they think you let your lust lead you astray with him. That’s how he got into your inner sanctum and captured you all, because you, like Asher, will let your dick override your brain if the sex is good enough.”
“Your Ulfric let his sense of fair play hurt his wolf pack much more than my little peccadilloes.”
“Richard undercuts himself as Ulfric pretty constantly, but he’s never fucked up as badly as you did with Chimera,” I said.
“Chimera loved me at first, thought I was the answer to his dreams, because he could fuck me like a woman and still get boy parts to fuck, too.”
“I know part of his personality was deeply conflicted about being gay,” I said.
“He wasn’t gay, he was bisexual, but he was from a generation that thought you had to choose. He was less gay than I was, and liked women a hell of a lot more.”
“Yeah, I think he offered to rape me in front of Micah, while Micah died from being gutted.”
“It was the rape and gutting part that got his rocks off more.” Narcissus was quieter as he said that.
“What do you mean?”
“He didn’t do straight sex of any kind. I thought I wasn’t vanilla, but he was farther out than even I wanted to swim.”
“He was a serial killer, Narcissus; you’re not. That puts him in a category not just of rough sex, but death sex. It’s beyond even risk-aware kink.”
“When he found out I was pregnant he was happy, and then he decided if I were a woman then he could marry me and we could be happy, it would fix everything. He was going to cut off all the boy parts and just leave the hole, and then you rode to the rescue and killed him for me.”
I looked at him and all the pain, raw in his face and in the way he held himself on the bed, pale and vulnerable. I touched his shoulder, and he smiled at me, sadly.
“Oh, that was well done, mon ami, that was very well done,” Jean-Claude said.
It startled me, and Narcissus and I both looked at him uncomprehending.
“You were making a point, before Narcissus distracted you with his painful story.” He raised a hand as if to stop both of us from saying anything. “I know you are telling the truth, Narcissus. Chimera was an awful man and deserved death, but you trotted out your story at just the right time to distract ma petite. You counted on her sympathy so she would not say what needs saying.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do not like her, or me, really. We are not your friends, and yet you confide in us these painful truths from your capture. You do very little that is not thought out, except for letting your lust override your head, but you do not feel that much attraction to either of us. You liked having me as your victim, but our idea of sex outside of that does not match.”
“I don’t like girls.”
“You also prefer to give rather than receive with men, and I am the same, so who would top whom?”
“You received plenty from me when Nikolaos gave you to me.”
“Yes, the old Master of the City gave me to you to seal her bargain with your hyenas. She also saw it as a punishment for me. She gave me to you with no hope of a safeword. You are not the serial killer that Chimera was, but you are a true sadist and you enjoy doing things to people that you know they don’t want you to do.”
“I don’t usually get to play with men as dominant as you. It was a treat.” He licked his lower lip as he said it, as if he could still taste some of the treat.
“And I was about to tie ma petite and myself to you for eternity. I let my fear for Asher’s safety blind me, but no longer. Ma petite has thrown the logic on it all, and like cold water it wakes me with a shock from this mistake.”
“So I’m a mistake, am I?”
“No, I have been saved from that particular mistake.” He kissed my forehead. “Thank you, my queen.”
I wasn’t sure about the queen part, but out loud I said, “We take turns being smart for each other; I think it’s part of the job description of being a couple.”
“You think you’ve tamed me, just like that?” Narcissus said.
“I’m sorry Chimera hurt you. I’m sorry you lost the baby, because I know you wanted to keep it. I’m sorry you were hurt, and I’m sorry that Asher has hurt you more, but one thing police work has taught me is that everyone has a sad story, but they’ll still shoot you, or stab you, or tear your throat out with their teeth. The fact that they were abused, or abandoned, or even tortured doesn’t make them one bit less dangerous. Social workers and therapists get to worry about the sad backgrounds; if I worry about shit like that I can’t do my job.”
“I’m not one of your bad guys, cupcake.”
“The hell you’re not; you come in here threatening to kill one of your own people because your lover chose him over you. If you were all human, that would be first-degree homicide. You threaten to kill Asher so that Jean-Claude will agree to you becoming my hyena to call; it’s like threatening to kill someone unless a woman agrees to marry you. Again, that’s a crime; marriage under duress isn’t legal, and threatening to kill people, well, the cops frown on that, too. Then you threaten to pull out all of your hyenas and go to another city, knowing that we didn’t have enough muscle to protect the city from other preternatural baddies without your guys, unless we play with you. That may not be illegal, but it’s still not honorable. But wait, there’s more, you threaten to use all the soldiers at your beck and call to declare a preternatural war of a scale that hasn’t been seen in this country since the 1800s. Dozens, maybe hundreds, would die, and threatening shit like that is what makes gang task forces bust your gang up and take the leader off to jail.”