“Well, if you don't want to fuck me . . .” I began to lower my legs.
Shale growled at me. Like a fucking animal.
I jerked my legs back up.
His growl became a purr. “Good boy.” He leaned forward and rubbed his tip against me. “I didn't say I didn't need you. Only that I could take my time with you now that my raging lust was tempered.” He slipped in, just a little, then pulled out.
“Oh, fuck, Shale. Deeper. Fuck me deeper.”
“I need to loosen you first, my doll. You're too tight.”
“No, I'm not. Just shove it in!”
“Shh.” Shale bent over me and settled my legs on his arms, taking the weight. “Let me feel you.” He nuzzled my neck before kissing me.
I could taste myself on him and it made it so much sexier. I groaned and ground down on his cock, trying to get him deeper.
Shale eased back, brushed his lips over mine, and said, “Receive me, Consort. Take me into your body and hold me tightly.”
“I'm trying to,” I growled.
But then he slid deep, and my body opened to take him. It was as if my flesh obeyed his command without my permission.As if he owned me. Maybe he did. And that was all right. Because if his behavior was any indication, I owned him too. Just a little.
“Shale,” I whispered against his neck, feelings rising in me. I knew what was happening, but it was impossible to stop. Plant a seed, and it will grow. It may take a while, especially if you bury it deep, but life finds a way.
And so does love.
“Don't let go, Sebastian,” Shale whispered back.
“Never, Shale. I'll never let go.”
But I knew I would. One day, I would have to. If nothing else, death would separate us. Or maybe it would be life. No matter. Whatever came, I would hold on for as long as I could.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Later that night at dinner, King Vaxarion said, “I don't think Ha'tezan should count. We were only there for battle. So that makes Latur the first kingdom above water that I've visited, and it's perfect, King Shaleros. So similar to mine and yet not. It's easing me into this land living. ”
“You're welcome here anytime, King Vaxarion,” Shale said.
We had spent hours in bed, hours of Shale driving into me with fierce and strange determination, then holding me with such tenderness that I forgot who we were and what we couldn't have. Nothing seemed impossible in his arms.
After Shale was finally sated, we bathed, dressed, then went down to the dining hall for my celebration feast. And how thoughtful was that? A feast in my honor. It was the perfect end to the day. And with Shale calm and charming our guest, it was even nice to have someone dining with us at the King's table. I, of course, sat on Shale's wide couch with him, to his right, while King Vaxarion sat on a separate couch to Shale's left. My lover may have been calm, but he wasn't about to seat me next to the handsome Sea Dragon.
Another thing that pleased me greatly. Yes, I admit it. I loved seeing Shale jealous. It gave me hope.
“Perhaps I'll return after I visit the other kingdoms that border mine,” King Vaxarion said. “It will be a while since there are many lands that lie on the shores of Morilren. Would that be all right, King Shaleros?”
“Of course. You can tell me about your adventures. But let me give you a piece of friendly advice before you visit the other Dragon Courts.”
“Oh, I would appreciate that.”
“Send messages to the Kings you're planning on visiting. Ask if you may visit them. Your reception will be warmer, I guarantee it.”
“Ah.” King Vaxarion grinned and nodded. “I committed a social offense, I see.”
“I was a bit . . . perturbed. But Sebastian pointed out that you may not have the same traditions as we do on land.”
“Then I'm grateful to your consort for smoothing my way. And I apologize—”
