“Has Master Andrei moved up your suspect list?” I asked.
“Master Andreiismy suspect list.”
“His request was warranted, but it does feel strange.” I glanced at the door. “Was she our last one for the day?”
“Yes.” He cocked his head. “Are you required to attend the King at dinner?”
“No. Normally, the King dines alone in his chambers.”
“So, you'll have dinner with me?”
“You mean here? Just the two of us?”
“Yes,” the word was a whisper, almost a purr.
“I don't know if that's appropriate.”
“This is my workspace. The bedroom is separate.” He waved at a door across the room. “It's perfectly respectable.”
“All right.”
With a grin, Konstantin got up and went to the phone on the desk. After ordering our dinner, he returned, but not to the armchair. He sat beside me on the couch.
“If you're sitting there when dinner is brought in, the gossip will reach the King's ear in a matter of minutes,” I said.
“I'll move in a bit. I need to do something first.” He didn't give me time to ask what, just swooped in and grabbed the back of my neck.
Then I was pressed against Konstantin's chest, dragged half onto his lap. His tongue lashed lazily at mine, coaxing me into a response that didn't need coaxing. The rush of blood down below was instantaneous, as if my cock had been waiting for permission to express itself all day. The tiger's hand slid upward, weaving into my hair, and then down, sliding through the length. He brought a lock forward and pulled gently.
Then it hit me that we were truly alone. I didn't have to monitor myself or hold back because someone was watching. With a soft groan, I straddled Konstantin's lap and ground our erections together. He growled into my mouth as his hands slid under the hem of my shirt and roamed my chest. With kneading fingers, he settled them on my pectorals and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples in unison. I broke free of his mouth with a moan.
How could that simple touch be so rapturous?
Konstantin used the opportunity to lift my shirt high enough to expose my chest and latched onto a nipple, sucking, then nibbling at it until I was writhing against him. Then he was back at my mouth, his lips making magic with mine.
When he eased away, I was ready for what came next. I reached between us and started to unbuckle his belt.
“No.” Konstantin stopped me. “Stand up, Misha.”
I slid back and onto my feet, obeying him automatically. My shirt fell back into place, and he lifted it again, but only high enough that he could nuzzle the line of my erection, pressed tightly against my pants. I grabbed his thick shoulders to brace myself as Konstantin continued to rub his face against me. Then he opened his jaws wide, turned his head to the side, and gently bit the width of my cock. Right through my pants.
I came violently, gripping Konstantin's shoulders as I shuddered and cried out. A stain spread over my crotch, soaking the fabric that was still between his teeth. With a low purr, Kon opened his jaws and ran his tongue along the softening line of my shaft, over the wet spot.
Licking his lips, he lowered my shirt. “Sit down, baby. You're about to fall.” He helped me onto the couch, then stood up and went to sit in his armchair.
Just in time too.
As I sprawled in boneless bliss, a knock came at the door. Kon called for them to enter, and two servants came in carrying trays of food. I managed to thank them while Konstantin smirked—and kept his legs crossed. When they were gone, I fell into a sprawl on the cushions and sighed.
“You look like a young Kaplan who's gone through his first mating,” Konstantin said, his grin wicked and proud. “You have come before, right?”
Had I?“Yes, of course.” I stretched languorously, then pushed myself upright. “But not without . . .”
Konstantin returned to the couch. “Without?”
“Without other things clouding my pleasure.” I shrugged and reached for a plate.
Konstantin caught my wrist. “Mikhail, whether I find the murderer or not, I will get you free of him.”
