“Yes, Your Majesty,” Aras said.
He followed me past rooms I used for entertainment, such as the library, music room, and several sitting rooms. Then we passed my office, paneled in dark wood. At the end of the hallway, a door stood, marking the T. To the right was my dressing room and straight ahead was the bathroom. I went left toward the bedroom. Aras didn't ask why I was leading him there. He wasn't an idiot.
Over thick black rugs with subtle patterns of green scrollwork, I strode to the massive ebony bed. I liked things dark in my bedchamber. With the curtains shut and the lights off, it was a black void that comforted me. But now was not the time for that.
I pulled the light cord near the door and the black chandeliers came on, illuminating ebony furniture and glintingoff the sheen of green velvet curtains. I went to stand at the foot of the bed. There was no chaise or bench there, just the ebony footboard carved with images of tigers. I removed my crown—also adorned with tigers—and hooked it on a decorative carving protruding from one of the posters. Then I looked over my shoulder at Aras.
“Would Your Majesty care for me to undress him?” Aras asked, his voice matching my bed curtains—soft and warm.
I held out my arms in answer.
Aras chuckled softly as he undid my belt. I lifted my arms as he drew my tunic over my head. A shiver threatened me, but I controlled it. Until Aras drew his claws lightly down my back.
I spun to face him. “We are not lovers.” I paused, then added, “But I intend to change that.”
Aras blinked, surprise blanking his expression briefly. Then he took a shaky breath, using it to say, “I want that.”
“I know.” I grinned to soften the arrogance in my words. “And I know you know how much I want you.” I undid his belt and tossed it away.
His red jacket flopped open without the belt, but the white shirt beneath kept the beauty of his chest hidden. As Aras slipped out of his jacket, I lifted the hem of his shirt, pulling it free of his leather trousers. I could already smell his arousal, but it was nice to get visual confirmation. I couldn't help cupping the bulge in his pants before I lifted the shirt.
Aras groaned and canted his hips into my touch. “I've missed you.”
“I have missed you as well,” I admitted. I unbuttoned his shirt, then moved on to the laces of his pants. “Especially this part of you.”
His cock sprang free, jutting up, already slick with lubricant. I gave up on the pants to wrap my hand around that dark pink flesh. My cock twitched as I pumped Aras, delighting in the feel of his thick Hulfrin lubricant. Better than oil, it clung to his shaft, creating a film that would ease even the most savage pounding.
“Oh, fuck,” Aras whispered.
I let him go.
His eyes popped open, that icy stare instantly locking on my face. “I want to suck your cock.”
I undid my pants, releasing my shaft, then pushed the fabric down to my knees. Stroking myself, I sat down on the end of the bed and spread my knees.
Aras grinned, kicked off his boots, and then hurried out of his pants. He knelt before me and took my short boots off, then my socks, and then my pants. I continued to rub myself and watch him as he worked. When I was completely bare, Aras pushed my legs further apart and stared at me. He licked his lips. I let go of my cock and leaned back on my hands—an unspoken invitation.
Holding my stare, Aras bent his head and licked my length, his rough tongue sending zings of pleasure into my sacs. At the tip, he wrapped his tongue around my cock and used it to hold me in place while he sucked me into his mouth. I groaned, the pleasure of his hot mouth and the heat in his stare combining to send my legs into spasm, locking them around him.
Aras worked my shaft for a bit but then drew back to nuzzle the base. A rumble vibrated from his lips as he pushed up with his furred forehead. I knew what he wanted. I fell back onto the bed and set my feet on the mattress. Growling, Aras pushed his padded palms into the back of my thighs, lifting me a little while he burrowed between my lower cheeks.
I sighed and trailed a hand over my stomach, the beast inside me pleased. That would have been of interest to me if I'd been thinking clearly. But with Aras licking my entrance, I wasn't thinking about much more than riding him until I came all over his chest. Speaking of which . . .
“Enough,” I growled and lowered my legs. “Get on the bed.”
Aras got to his feet, licking his lips, and grinned at me. “Why don't you let me do the work this time?”
“Later. Get on the bed.”
I may be a bottom, but that didn't make me submissive. Were all females submissive just because they received a male's shaft? No, and neither were all men who did the same. Before I let a man fuck me, I fucked him. I fucked him hard enough for him to know who gave the commands in bed. It wouldn't do for a lover to get the wrong impression. I wasn't one of those powerful men who secretly liked to be ruled. I ruled. All the time. I had gone through a lot to make sure of that, and I wasn't about to give up my power that easily. Any lover of mine needed to know where they stood with me. Or where they laid, rather.
Aras casually stroked his long, thick cock as he stepped around the bed. All while his stare stroked me. He kept staring as he crawled onto the mattress and laid back on the pillows. Istared back, enjoying the way his muscles bunched and released under his striped fur.
Once Aras was comfortable, propped by silk pillows, I went to him and straddled his waist. He held his cock upright for me, and I eased down on it. With a sigh, I closed my eyes to savor the gentle entrance of his slick spear-cock. It widened me gradually, making the up-and-down maneuver I had to do with most cocks unnecessary. I simply went slowly down, and he slid into me.
“You fucking beautiful man,” Aras growled. “I love watching your thighs bunch when you ride me.” His hands went to my thighs and squeezed, but then one hand slid inward and gripped my cock. “And I especially love the way your cock drips for me.”
I snarled and bent forward, forcing him to remove his hand. “Today, you're going to come inside me.”
