“Oh, I'm not waiting, Riley.” Drostan pushed me down between his legs. “You'll be sleeping with your face beside my cock. Whenever it rises, you shall attend it.”
“What?” I blinked in shock as he laid back on the bed.
“Right here.” Drostan patted his thigh.
“You're kidding, right?”
“No; I'm not.” Drostan's expression hardened. “You didn't seriously believe that a massage and a fuck would get you into my good graces, did you? You have just begun to work off the debt of Conall's life. Now, lay down.”
I crawled over to him and laid between his legs. He moved my head so that I was pillowed by his thigh; his limp cock nearby. Drostan eased his other leg between my thighs and the hard bone of his shin parted my pussy. I was trapped in place when he pulled the blanket over us. Heat collected and lifted his woodsy scent to fill my nose. I felt as if I were being smothered in him, and yet I wanted more. I wrapped my arms around his corded thigh and hugged him tighter to me as I nuzzled closer to his cock. Its silky flesh settled against my lips, and I couldn't help giving it a goodnight kiss.
“Make sure that you attend me, Riley,” Drostan said as he stroked my cheek. “If you miss a single cock rising, I will be very unhappy.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
I was sucking Drostan's cock for the fifth time when our breakfast was brought in the next morning. My jaw ached, and I was aroused to the point of desperation. Drostan would rub his leg into me while I sucked him, but that was all, and he went right back to sleep after he came. I couldn't believe how many times he had come or how often he had roused. The twitching of his cock would wake me—moving insistently over my lips—and by the third time it hardened, I was automatically opening my mouth to him.
“Put the food down and come here, Emelda,” Drostan said to the servant woman.
I heard a shuffling, and then the blanket was pulled aside, and cool air hit my flushed face.
“That's enough, Riley.” Drostan stroked the sweaty hair back from my face.
I sat up and eyed the maid who stood patiently nearby. She was beautiful—as most sidhe women were—and her lips twitched with excitement. Drostan climbed out of bed and went to stand behind her. He bent her over the mattress, threw her skirts over her head, and pushed her panties down. She didn't make a sound until Drostan began to finger her pussy. Then Emelda began to moan.
“Come here and see how wet she is, Riley,” Drostan said.
I obediently went over and watched as he fingered Emelda. The maid cried out appreciatively beneath her skirts. She was dripping over Drostan's hand. He spread her pussy so I could see her pink flesh, and then thrust his finger into her.
“Bend over on the mattress beside her and play with yourself until I get to you,” he said to me.
“Or I could suck your balls as you fuck her,” I offered sweetly.
Drostan jerked—his eyes going wide—and then smiled slowly.
“Start sucking,” he growled.
I went to kneel between Drostan and the woman; facing him. Drostan slid his cock into her pussy, and I started tonguing his balls. My hands slid around his thighs and then upward to knead his ass and pull him deeper into Emelda. It slammed his balls into my mouth, and I began to suck them and moan. Drostan cried out in ecstasy as he lowered one of his hands to my head. But I was far from done. I released his balls to drag my tongue over the underside of his cock every time he pulled out.
Drostan came in three seconds flat; yanking out of Emelda to shove his cock into my mouth. I swallowed his cum; savoring the sweetness on my tongue.
“Very nice, indeed, Riley,” Drostan said as he helped me up. “And you as well, Emelda.” He pulled her skirts down and then helped her to her feet. “Come back for the breakfast tray in half an hour and bring a friend with you.”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” Emelda curtsied and hurried out of the room.
“Shall I feed you breakfast?” I asked calmly.
“Yes,” Drostan said. “Get up on the table and dish the food out onto your belly; I want to eat it off you.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“What in all of Tirne is going on?” Hugo shrieked as he dropped onto the table in Drostan's private library. “The entire court is buzzing about how our king switched places with Sir Conall, and how he tricked Conall and stole you away from him. And now all the women are vying to get in on one of your little fuck sessions.”
“I'm making do with what I have,” I muttered.
“Oh, fuck,” Hugo whispered. “How much do you hate King Drostan?”
“A whole fucking lot,” I growled. “I stayed because I had to. Drostan bound me with an Understanding, and then he was going to kill Conall. So, I offered to be the best concubine he ever had if he would let Conall live.”
