“Well, that's not a risk anymore.”
“I'm not so sure. There's still Hallaxgral to contend with.”
“He's not going to abduct me. He wants me to play with him.”
“Like children.” He shook his head.
“No, not like children.”
“Yes, I know. I was just . . .” The King sighed. “You're coming home with me. We have the case files here.” He waved at the leather satchel containing the files. It was right beside the sack with our bloody clothes in it. “You can look them over after you've had your dinner.”
“Now, you're treating me like a child.”
“It seems that I must.” He nodded toward the window. “It's late. The sun has fallen. Would you have remembered to eat if I let you go home?”
“If you let me?” I cocked my head at him.
“Yes, if I let you.” The King narrowed his stare at me. “What did I say, Tekhan?”
“When?”
“You know when. Right before I slid my cock into you.”
I flinched at the crudeness of his words.
“Oh, look at that. That got through, did it?” He leaned in. “Maybe I should use that kind of language with you all the time.” His hand slid over my leg and then in between. Nudging at first, and then he squeezed me. There.
I sucked in a breath.
“You agreed to this. But maybe I wasn't clear enough. You are mine. That means if I want you to stay at the castle, you will. If I want you to eat dinner, you will. If I want to bend you over and fuck you, wherever we are, you will allow it. Is that clear enough?”
A blush rose even as blood pooled somewhere else in my body. Somewhere much lower. Which he knew. Since his hand was on me.
“Yes, you do understand,” he whispered in my ear. “And you like it too, don't you, Tekhan?” He bit my earlobe. “Say it.”
“I'm not saying it.”
The King chuckled softly. “Either you say what we both know is true or you do something else with your mouth. Something else to satisfy me.”
“Are you demanding oral sex?”
“No. I gave you a choice. What will it be?”
I glanced at the open window.
The King reached past me and jerked the curtain closed. Then he did the same for the window next to him.
I was already moving to the carriage floor when he looked back at me. He grinned, knowing I was taking the easy way out, but I ignored it. I was too eager to open his pants.
One thing I will admit is that I love performing oral sex. The feel of a cock in my hand. In my mouth. The taste. The smell. The look on my lover's face. I was about to bring a King to heel without saying a damn thing.
Yeah, he probably thought it was an act of submission. And he'd be wrong. From the first time I had performed oral sex, I knew it was the giver who had all the control. The receiver only sat there, hoping for pleasure. The giver controlled that pleasure. And if they did it right, they could make their lover beg for more.
Or leave them wanting.
On top of that, I got to experience the royal shaft up close. Yes, I know. We had sex. I had experienced it. But I didn't have the opportunity to look my fill and touch him there. Now, I would touch, look, smell, and taste. I intended to put as much effort and examination into this as I would for a crime scene. The King's cock was a crime scene. Oh, that made me grin.
“Smiling already?” The King opened his pants and folded down his undershorts. His cock popped up, thick and ready. The scent of clean, aroused, Dragon male filled my nose.
