Lion Head Mesa shahwa

hearing pharaoh speak of this boy was killing the mood. it was frustrating enough to know he had pined after anarkali after their arrangements, almost insulting that he should take up with maggie, and having one more name to add to his list of coveted prizes created a seething jealousy within jawahir.

mmn, then my work would be to turn them upon one-another. the courtesan admits with a dreamy, half-lidded stare. prove to him he is unwanted there, perhaps... or find a way to draw his eye favorably.

it was a hard bargain; competing with wolves was not jawahir's style, however the boy could be exploited.

jawahir waves a palm dismissively before pharaoh can say anything. enough talk of this boy — if that is what you want, you know i am willing to perform. reaching now to nip at his cheek and hum in to his throat.