Rian set the sausage down and picked up his bread. He ate, watching me, his gaze casually wandering over my body,going to my cock often but also lingering on my lips and nipples. Another bite left a smear of butter on his lips but instead of licking it away, Rian bent his head and rubbed the butter over my left nipple. I gasped at the slick warmth, then cried out when he sucked at me. His hand pushed against my back, forcing me into an arch, and he took more of my flesh into his mouth.
“Rian,” I whispered, holding his head to me.
His greasy hand went to my shaft and pumped, sending me into a spasm.
“Oh, Gods!” I cried.
Abruptly, Rian removed his hand and mouth from me and straightened. Shivering, breath catching, I sat up and stared at him. He was back to eating, his glittering eyes watching me. At my hip, his cock wept, emerging from beneath the hem of his shirt. Rian shifted his hips.
It wasn't difficult to sense what he wanted.
Biting my lower lip, I undid the buttons of his shirt and pushed it back to frame his naked body. That fat cock waited for me, blushing. With the lightest touch, like that of a feather, I ran my palm over the tip.
Rian growled like a beast.
I looked at the spread of food on my table, then up at his face. His peridot eyes were on fire. I ignored their heat and dipped my finger into the jam. Holding my fingers out, I slipped off his lap and knelt between his legs. Rian's hands went to my hair, pushing it back and out of my way, then holding it back with one hand. The other hand went to rest on his thick thigh.
I spread the jam over his cock.
The Dragon King's breath caught.
Not wanting to rush, I rubbed the sugary substance in until his entire shaft was glistening and tinted pink. Then, licking my lips, I bowed my head. Rian went still as I sucked on his tip, but jerked when I circled it with my tongue. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand clench on his thigh, fingers digging into flesh. At the back of my head, Rian's other hand tightened as well, gripping my hair. I could feel the tension in it. He was trying not to push.
For some reason, that restraint made me even lustier. I groaned as I sucked him into my mouth, the taste of berries bursting across my tongue with a subtle hint of man. He filled me. Stretched me. And I wanted more. I pushed down until he slipped into my throat, and the sound of his deep groan went straight to my cock.
“Look at me,” Rian demanded. “Look at me when you suck my dick.”
I shifted my stare up and groaned at the sight of Rian's savage expression. With one hand on his base and the other on his sacs, I bobbed over his flesh and didn't look away. His breath came faster. His hand lifted from his thigh to join the other in my hair. They shifted, dispersing the weight of my locks. Bunched. Gathered. Pulled.
“That's it. Clean that cock. Make sure you suck every last bit of jam off me. I'll be very disappointed if you leave me sticky.”
I moaned and nodded over him.
“Good boy,” he drawled and pulled on my hair. “Take it all.”
I took it all. I gobbled Rian up and, seconds later, when he exploded in my mouth, I took all of that too, the residue of jam enhancing it. Only when he went limp everywhere, did I draw off his spent shaft and lick my lips.
Chest rising and falling roughly, eyes half-lidded, and lips red from getting bitten, Rian looked down at me, utterly satiated. He stroked my hair adoringly for a few moments, then sat up. “That was perfect, Galin.” He helped me back onto his lap and started to feed me again. “Now, eat your dinner like a good boy, and after I've recovered, I'll take you back to bed and give you your dessert.”
Chapter Fifteen
The next morning, I woke in Rian's arms. Shifting the angle of my head, I was able to look up at his sleeping face, but that was all I could do. He was locked around me. When I tried to slip free, his grip only tightened. My breath caught and my chest went light. Light as air. As flying. Ironically, his subconscious, sleeping clutching made me feel free. I liked him clinging to me, loved that he did it even when asleep. I tried once more to slip away, and a growl vibrated from his lips.
Sighing, I nestled closer.
There was a fine line between being owned and being possessed. This was possession. A primal claiming. Taking but also giving in return. Boy had he given me a lot the night before. Dessert had been delicious. And it was just what I wanted. Not just the sex, but this feeling he gave me. Feelings. I closed my eyes and listened to the Dragon King's heartbeat. Would his heart belong to me? Would he? Was I his mate? I had spent one night with the King, and I already hoped it would be forever.
A sudden pounding vibrated up from downstairs. I flinched and huddled into Rian's side. It couldn't be him; he was with me. So who was attacking my shop door like that? Rian, still clutching me, came awake with a snarl, his teeth bared atthe bedroom door as he put himself between it and me. Even as the knock came again, startling me, I smiled to see his instinctive protective nature. Oh, Gods, I wanted this to be mine. All of it and all of him.
“It's too early for my employees,” I said. “And they have keys.”
Rian looked at me, frowned, then blinked. “It's my men. I forgot that they'd be waking me this morning. I need to get back to the castle.”
“Oh.” I tried not to let disappointment fill my tone. “Yes, of course.”
With my bed in the corner, and Rian blocking the open side, there was only the foot of the bed left as a passage. I started to crawl toward it, but he caught me and pulled me back into his arms.
“Your men,” I said as the knocking came again.
