“The bread?” I looked at it, trying to figure out what he meant. “Oh! I have a crisper.” I waved toward the kitchen counter, then got up to show him the device. “It's another of my inventions. The metal box is lined in tiny Fire crystals.” I tapped it to activate the crystals, and they immediately went red hot. Then I tapped it again to turn it off. “Crystals of this type, with high heating capabilities, are normally used for jewelry work—melting solder, that sort of thing. But I found that if you space them out properly, lining an insulated box such as this,whatever you put inside is, in essence, seared. You can use it to reheat things like those sausages and to refresh bread. You can also make toast with it, but I prefer a crusty outside and a soft interior.”
Rian gaped at me.
I cleared my throat and returned to my seat. “Sorry. I get excited about my inventions.”
“As you should.” Rian took my hand. “You are . . . Galin, a man like you is born once in a thousand years. I feel blessed by the Gods that you've chosen my kingdom to be your home.”
“I, uh, really?”
“Truly.” He squeezed my hand. “You are going to bring our kingdom into a new age. The things you make, they're going to improve people's lives. You see that, don't you?”
I bit my lip to stop it from trembling.
“Galin?”
“That's my dream,” I whispered. “I want to help make life better for everyone.”
“Well, you can start by making life easier for my cooks. I'll take five of those crispers.”
“Really?” I grinned.
“Yes. As fast as you can make them.” He shook his head. “Fresh bread every day, everyhour, without having to bake it. For that alone, your crisper is worth whatever price you put on it.”
“I'll give you a discount.” I winked at him.
“Don't,” Rian said seriously. “I want you to have all the funds you need to invent more wonderful things.” Then he let go of my hand to take a bite of his sausage. “You cooked this in that box too?”
“Yes.” I flushed. “It's not really that great a leap from an oven.”
“Don't do that,” Rian said and pointed at me. “Never diminish what you do. Your inventions are amazing. And that isnotan oven.”
I blinked, for a second seeing Rontor's face over Rian's. He had said similar things to me. Had I really found someone like him? Someone who actually wanted me for all I was?
“All right,” I said softly.
Rian licked his lips and looked me over. “Now that we've had our first interlude and have gotten to know each other a little better, why don't you tell me more about what you want?”
I gulped. Then I steadied myself. “No.”
“What?” he asked in surprise.
“I don't want to have to tell you what to do with me. I told you enough as it is. I clearly stated how I wanted to be treated and how I didn't want to be treated. But I'm not going to write a script for you.” I sighed and leaned forward. “Who would want that? Do you really want me to tell you to hold me down or thrust into me harder?” I rolled my eyes. “Do what feels good and right to you, and I'll do the same. Just stay within my parameters.”
Rian snapped his teeth into the sausage and chewed as he stared at me. I began to get nervous. But I wouldn't let him shake my confidence. I lifted my chin and held his stare.
“You're right,” he finally said. “I don't want you dictating our lovemaking.Iwill do that.”
A shiver ran down my back.
The Dragon King leaned back in his chair and spread his legs. “Come here, Galin.”
Trembling in anticipation, I stood up and went to him. But as I started to kneel between his legs, he grabbed my waist and settled me on his thigh. My arm went around his shoulders naturally, settling there as my thighs settled on his lap. I fit perfectly into the curve of his arm, his torso and hip supporting me.
Hot stare lowering, Rian cupped my cheek and brushed our lips together. As we kissed, he unbuttoned my shirt and spread it open, putting me on display. I wore nothing else. My breath caught as he eased back to admire me. Like a doll, he positioned my hair, outlining my nipples with it, then fluffed my sacs and cock, laying them atop my closed thighs. Silent, he ran a finger down my hardening length, and I was pleased to feel him hardening as well, pushing against my outer thigh.
“Lovely,” Rian said. He pulled my plate across the table and picked up a sausage. “Open your mouth.”
I obeyed, then bit down when he slid the sausage over my tongue. As I chewed, he ran the ragged end along my lips, spreading the oil. I swallowed, and he pushed against the seam of my lips with the sausage. I opened slower this time, letting him thrust the meat into me, then withdraw it until I had the perfect bite. My heart raced.
