I chuckled. “No, far from it. But it's all I've got, and it suits my needs. I don't enjoy wasting money on frivolous things.”
“You mean, like heat?”
Chuckling, I went around the room and activated the heat canisters. “I've got heat.” I glanced at him. “As if you need it.”
Once the room had warmed, I removed my cloak and set it by his.
Cyn grabbed my hand and pulled me into an embrace. “Thank you for sharing your home with me.”
“It's my honor, Your Majesty.”
“I thought I didn't have a title here?”
“We're in the privacy of my home. You can be King here.” I lifted my head to give him a quick kiss, then slipped out of his arms to go over to the cold cabinet. After opening it, I scowled and shut it. “I need to go out for some supplies.”
I pulled off my tunic, the one he'd given me, and returned to the trunk at the foot of the bed. I don't know where that tunic had come from, but it wasn't one of his, nor was it one I would have chosen for myself. It was black, which was appropriate for a Raltven, but made of velvet. Much too fine to wear around the Forgotten. After carefully stowing the velvet tunic in the trunk, I retrieved a fresh one, pulled it on, then met the King's stare. Or, rather, I looked at the King and found him staring at my chest.
Shaking my head, I asked, “Are you seriously lusting after me right now?”
“Is it the wrong time?” Cyn drawled. “You're the one who told me to get in bed.” He finally sat down on the bed and held out a hand to me.
“What?”
“What do you think an outstretched hand means? Come here, Ru.”
I went to stand before him but didn't take his hand. It felt strange to have him there. I stared at his hand, then at his face. He dropped his hand to my hip.
“Cyn,” I whispered.
The King grabbed my other hip and pulled me closer. With me standing and him sitting, it put his face at the level of my chest. Holding my stare, he leaned forward and nuzzled me there. But that wasn't all. As he laid his head on my chest, his hand moved down and inward until he cupped my cock. My whole body jerked with the contact, and my head fell back on a groan as my hands went automatically to his head. Winding my fingers through his crimson hair, I looked down at him. The fucking Dragon King. Sitting on my bed. In the gods damned Forgotten. With his head on my chest and his hand on my cock.
“How the fuck did this happen?” I whispered.
“I have no idea.” He stood up, and my hands went from his head to his chest—his muscular chest.
“Great Ranya, you are built like an ox,” I murmured.
King Cynric looked down at himself. “Is that a good thing?”
“It's . . . yes, it is.”
Holding my gaze, Cyn leaned down. I closed my eyes and lifted my lips to his. My heart raced. I had fucked him already. Several times. He could make my heart speed up with a simple kiss. Not even a kiss, just the lead-up to one. Maybe it was having him there, in my home. He felt more like a normal man in such simple surroundings, someone I didn't have to work so hard to get. I could lethimseduceme. Just a man. A gorgeous, hard-bodied, mountain of a man. A fucking Dragon with the cock of a god. I moaned as our lips melded. A man that was all mine. Or would be soon.
A knock came at the door. “Ru! It's me. I just heard that you got back and you've got someone with you. Are you all right? The King sent word that you recovered. Do you have the King with you? Why are you back? Ru?” The knocking came again.
I sighed and stepped away from Cyn. I knew my people would spot me, even if I hid my face.
Cyn lifted a brow at me. “And who is that?”
“A friend. We can trust him.” I went to the door and opened it. “Get inside.” I motioned Kimu in, then shut and locked the door again, though I left the crossbar off.
“What happened with the King?” Kimu asked as he glanced at King Cynric. “I've been worried . . .”—he looked back at the King—“. . . about . . . you.” He blinked. Then he whispered, “Holy shit. Is that him? Do you really have the fucking Dragon King in your shitty apartment?”
“It's not shitty,” I huffed.
“It's a little better than mine, which makes it shitty,” Kimu said. “Holy fuck. It really is him. I saw him last night, and that's him.” He limply lifted a hand to motion at Cyn. “It's you! You're the Dragon King!”
“Kimu, meet King Cynric. Your Majesty, this is Kimu of the Midnight Clan.”
