“I thought I was being clear. I'm offering you my consort. The Royal Consort. Not just for a night but to keep. Yours to take with you when you leave. He will belong to you, yours to do with what you will, for as long as you want him.”
My body didn't know what to feel. First, it was a wave of revulsion and betrayal that my king could give me away so callously. Socasually. That the man I was loyal to, had given everything to, would cast me aside on a whim. But that emotion was freeing in a way. Anger nipped at its heels and barked at me, chasing me toward a cliff that I was suddenly eager to leap from.
Niko had just given me a reason to be unfaithful. Not merely a reason but an order. And I wouldn't have to feel an ounce of guilt over it. Yes, this was a game, and I didn't know the rules yet, but with that offer, he had just killed off the last dredges of my loyalty. The small piece of respect and affection that I had for him. So, I leapt, casting myself off that emotional cliff into the unknown.
Excitement suddenly rippled through me along with a hope that I might find something for myself, some little piece of pleasure that didn't come from him. Maybe even happiness. Being given away was demeaning, and it was only trading one master for another, but the thought of belonging to the Kaplan made my muscles go weak in a good way. He could take me away from the Swan Court. Do what he had nearly promised to do during our dance.
“He's not a possession to be given away,” Konstantin finally spoke.
“Yes, he is.” Nikolay transferred his hand to my cock and started stroking it.
I bit my lip as my body responded instantly to my lover, blood rushing to where he willed it as if he controlled even that part of me. It had always been like this. No matter what horrible thing Niko did or said, he knew my body like his own, knew just how to touch me and where.
“You see? He is mine. And as his king, I can command him to obey someone else. Now, are you interested in my proposition or not?”
The Kaplan met my stare, and instead of shying away in embarrassment as I had before, I held that primal gaze and tried to convey to him that I was willing; that he didn't have to balk on my behalf. This was his chance to prove me wrong and help me. I begged him with my eyes to free me by making me his.
Konstantin leaned onto his forearms and let his stare wander, sliding it slowly down my body as my king continued to pump me absently. Then Nikolay removed his hand and sucked a finger into his mouth. I knew what was coming next, but I was still shocked when he slid that finger into my ass and started casually thrusting it. I gasped, then moaned, my hips automatically arching to make his penetration easier.
“As you can see, he's a willing and eager lover. Aren't you, Misha?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I said in a careful monotone.
“You're a top, correct?” he asked Konstantin.
“Yes,” was the growled reply.
“Then you know how rare and wonderful it is to have a lover with such a tight, sensitive ass that a mere finger can send him shooting into arousal.”
The Garin licked his lips, and I nearly came.
“Look at that beautiful hair. Imagine it sliding over your naked body as he sucks your cock.” Nikolay pumped deeper, and I cried out. “And he's the best cocksucker I've ever had.”
Breathless, Konstantin asked, “Then why would you part with him?”
“Vengeance,” Nikolay growled and abruptly removed his finger. “Sit down, Misha.”
Gasping through the ache of my denied orgasm, I sat beside him, my legs giving out so that I sort of fell the last few inches.
“Vengeance?” Konstantin narrowed his eyes. “You want me to hand over the murderer to you.”
“When you find him, yes. I want you to give him to me for . . . punishment. Tell your tribe that he was killed while you were apprehending him.” Nikolay leaned forward, mimicking the Tiger's pose. “Tell them whatever you want, but give him to me, and I will give Misha to you.”
“I will not take an unwilling lover.”
“Mikhail, are you willing to obey my command and become the property of this man?” the Swan King lifted a brow at me over his shoulder.
Oh, fuck. That was a dangerous question. To say yes might rouse my king's jealousy but to say no may earn his ire.
“I willingly obey my king's every command,” I answered as diplomatically as I could.
Konstantin growled.
“You can win him over once he's yours, if that's important to you.” The King waved a flippant hand toward Konstantin. “Or you can release him. Do whatever you wish.”
I risked another look at the tiger and widened my eyes at him, begging him to accept.
The sound of a zipper drew my attention back to Nikolay.
