“Is this about that comment I made?” I cocked my head at him. “Because I thought it was obvious that you satisfy me every time.”
“No.” He chuckled. “I just know that when I'm this tired, I'll pass the fuck out as soon as I come, and I don't want to leave you hanging.”
“Ah.” I grinned and lifted myself as I took his cock and angled it toward my entrance. “That's very considerate, Your Majesty. Feeling generous tonight?”
“Shut up and get on my dick,” he said, grinning back at me.
“Yes, Sire!” I slid down his cock, and we groaned together.
The time had come to end the pain.
The King's hands went to my hips, but then one of them moved inward to claim my cock. He stroked me in time to my movements, going down my shaft as I bounced up. I leaned back, my hands on his thighs behind me and my head lolling, basking in the ecstasy that ran up my spine from both front and back.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Cyn said.
I lifted my head to look at him, then pushed forward to lie on his chest, bracing myself on his nipples. Squeezing him, then flicking his buds with my thumbs, I kissed the King. Even with me bent over him, he continued to stroke me and thrust gently into me. It drew me over the edge, and I cried out into his mouth before shoving myself upright and breaking our kiss. Cyn continued to pump me as I came across his chest, his hot stare locked on mine. I couldn't close my eyes. Not with him looking at me like that. And his stare—his intense, molten, adoring stare—heightened my pleasure until I shook violently above him, the head of my cock exploding with spurt after spurt.
After he had wrung all the pleasure out of me, Cyn gripped me tightly and rolled with me, putting me on my back. I wrapped my loose legs around his waist as best I could in that satisfied state, but he moved them to his shoulders and held them there as he started a rapid thrusting.
My cum dripped down Cyn's belly as he went savage, his hair and eyes wild. Shivers ran up my spine to see him like that—more dragon than man. A rutting beast. Muscles bulged all over him and his teeth were bared, as if someone might take me away from him. I loved it. Wanted more. Every night. Every day. Give me more of this man. Brutal or sweet, I didn't care. I wanted it all.
No, that was a lie. At that moment, I cared. I wanted him savage.
“Fuck me hard, Cyn,” I urged. “Fill me with your cum.”
Cyn's eyes widened a second before he roared and locked up against me, his cock kicking within the grip of my clenching muscles. My channel went hot with his release, and my hands clutched at Cyn—his arm and shoulder. I didn't want him to leave my body. I wanted that moment, with him shuddering above me and his face tight with bliss, to last forever.
But what followed was even better.
The Dragon King lowered his head and met my gaze as he slipped free of my body. There was something tender in his eyes. In his touch. He slid to the side and eased me into his arms, my body fitting perfectly against his.
Sighing deeply, Cyn stroked my hair and said, “I could be happy in this bed with you forever.”
“I wouldn't mind that.”
Then he passed the fuck out with a grin on his face.
Chapter Nineteen
Neb and Husso came by my apartment in the morning. They had a head start on the other information gatherers since I had hired them before I brought the King to the Forgotten. So, I wasn't surprised to see them. I let them in and made pancakes for all of us while Cyn showered. They told me everything they discovered during their nighttime excursion, but nothing stood out to me.
After Cyn came out of the bathroom, I served breakfast. The boys sat on the floor to eat while Cyn took the table, and I got the bed.
“There's nothing else?” I asked the boys. “Anything might be helpful.”
“Just a bunch of Shanba priests who look straight outta Tuvasi,” Husso said.
Neb nodded.
“Shanba priests?” the King asked. “What are they doing here?”
“Don't you remember?” I asked him. “They came to see you about a relic that got stolen. You had Lord Juri speak to them.”
“Oh, right.” Cyn nodded and went back to eating.
I looked back at the boys. “Did you hear anything about the relic?”
“No,” Husso said. “You think it's important?”
