“Yes, it is,” I panted. “So perfect.”
“Do you want it back?”
No.
“Yes,” I said aloud.
“Beg me.”
“Please, Your Majesty. I'm so sorry for what I did. Will you fuck me now? Please, fuck me.”
Niko made a sound of deep pleasure. The steel cock slid out, and I slumped with true relief, though not for the reason he believed.
Then Niko said, “Pyotr, remove the ring.”
Oh, thank you Goddess Lachia!
Pyotr crawled beneath me as Niko tossed the steel dick aside and replaced it with his own. As the restraining ring was removed, I groaned again. My confused cock pulsing as my thoughts shifted back to Konstantin, it only took a few thrusts from the King to send me over. As I shuddered and came on the carpet, Niko pulled out and patted my ass.
“I'm glad you finally understand, Misha.” Nikolay moved around me, into my line of sight. “Pyotr, bend over the bed.”
“Yes, Sire.” Pyotr went to the foot of the bed, just two feet from my face, and laid over it.
I knew Niko meant it as another form of punishment—forcing me to watch as he fucked Pyotr while I was restrained and unable to participate. But all I felt was even more relief. All things considered, I'd gotten off lightly. Niko not only didn't know about my true betrayal, but he also wanted me to continue helping Konstantin. Yes, I'd have to report to him every night and probably perform some kind of sexual service to appease him, but that was nothing I wasn't used to and it was worth it to be with Kon all day.
I just hoped my tiger would see it that way.
Chapter Fourteen
Konstantin was waiting at my bedroom door.
“What are you doing here?” I hissed. “You need to leave.”
Kon grabbed my hand, yanked me into the room, shut the door, and pulled me into an embrace. He was breathing hard, his body pushing against mine with every inhale. “I hunted down those guards and made them tell me what was happening. I thought . . . I thought he was going to pinion you. They told me you wouldn't be hurt, that the King wouldn't actually charge you with treason, but I had to know you were okay. I had to see you for myself.”
I crumpled into his arms. The stress of putting on that performance for Niko, of nearly being caught as Kon's . . . whatever we were, and of nearly losing my chance at spending time with him had taken its toll. I was exhausted. Spent physically, emotionally, and mentally. I should have made Konstantin leave. I had just narrowly escaped being convicted of treason and there I was, putting myself at risk again. But I couldn't do it. Couldn't let go. Couldn't take the single step that would remove me from his arms.
“Are you all right?” Kon finally eased back, separating us for me, but just barely. He looked me over. “You don't appear to be harmed.”
“I'm fine. He wants me to be his spy.”
“His spy?” Konstantin's broad palm went to my head, smoothing downward, then wrapping around a braid. “He braided your hair?”
I pulled the braid away from him and stepped back. “This is a good thing. He wants me to continue to help you, but I have to report to him every night.”
“I give him reports.”
“He thinks you're holding things back. They're too concise.”
Kon made a scoffing sound. “Misha, why did he braid . . . oh.” He stepped back as well. “These nightly reports will include sex.”
“I am still his consort.”
Konstantin started to growl.
“I am not yours,” I said gently.
“Misha,” he whispered.
