Holy shit, I had fucked the Dragon King!
“I can feel you staring at me,” King Cynric said, then his firm lips curled up in a smile and he opened his eyes. “Good morning.”
I turned over to face him. “Good morning. You survived the night. That's a good sign.”
He frowned. “I didn't realize sex with you was dangerous.”
I chuckled. “It's not. I'm referring to the possibility of another attempt on your life.”
“Ah. Right.” Cyn's expression softened and his hand, now on my back instead of my belly, moved down to cup my ass. “In that case . . .” He pulled me closer with that ass grip as he moved toward my mouth.
Just as our kiss heated, a knock came at the door.
The King groaned into my mouth, then pulled away to call out, “What the fuck do you want?!”
I chuckled and tried to roll away, but he held me tightly.
“Your Majesty, we have found the culprit,” Lord Juri called through the wood.
King Cynric released me and sat up. “You have?”
“Yes, Sire. We have him in a cell, awaiting your judgment.”
“Very well. I will be out in a few minutes.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
I sighed and sat up. My thoughts were all a jumble. I was relieved that the threat was over, but also disappointed. Now, I didn't have a reason to stay. Since I'd be leaving, I was also glad I hadn't tried to hold back the night before. It looked as if it had been my only chance to bed the King.
I got out of bed and got dressed, surreptitiously watching King Cynric do the same. If these were my last minutes with him, I wanted to enjoy them and get a few more visuals for my memories.
Once we were dressed, I asked, “If you could just direct me to whoever is going to pay me, I can get out of your way.”
“What?” The King scowled at me.
“Well, you've caught the assassin. You don't need me anymore.”
“I will decide when I don't need you anymore, Ru,” the King said in a soft voice that held an edge of danger to it.
I grinned, not at all cowed, and said, “I'm happy to stay if you want me to. You don't have to get growly about it.”
Cyn took my hand and pulled me into an embrace. “I take offense when a lover tries to run away from me.”
“Is that what I am—your lover? That was fast.”
“When I find something I want, I take it.”
I smirked. “So do I.”
With a snort, he amended, “I mean, I claim it.”
“I've been claimed?”
“Unless you don't want to be.” He loosened his grip. “I don't take unwilling lovers.”
I grinned broadly. “Oh, I'm willing.”
Cyn's grin matched mine. “Good, then it's settled. You stay until I let you go.”
