His hands went to my shoulders. “Maybe. But they'd never make it past my guards. There is a Dragon at every entry point, Tekhan.”
“Not that one!” I pointed at the window.
“That's a window on the fifteenth floor.”
“As if that matters? You are aware that there are races with wings, are you not?”
His lips twitched. “Yes, you adorable boy, I'm aware that some of my subjects are winged. I can also be winged if I wish. But anyone with wings who wanted to do me harm would have to fly over the castle walls first.”
“No, they could sneak in on the ground, then go to the back garden and fly up here.”
“They'd still have to get past the Dragon knights on duty.” Tor'rien shook his head. “Tekhan, breathe. Come on. Breathe in with me.” He took a deep breath.
I breathed in and used it to say, “I want to go home.”
“You sound like a child.”
“I don't care.” I crossed my arms.
“Are you seriously going to abandon me in the middle of the night because of some foolishness about security? In acastle?”
“I know what happens to people, Tor'rien. I know the price of being reckless.”
“Ah. Reckless. This isn't about security at all. Not castle security. You're worried about falling—”
“I am not a child!” I snarled. “I'm not running away because I think I'm falling in love. I just want to sleep in my own bed, with my own pillow, in a room that is small enough for me to see into every corner with a single glance. That is not fear, it's prudence.”
Tor'rien yanked me into his arms and kissed me.
I jerked back. “What are you doing?!”
“Trying to make you forget where you are.” He jerked me back and kissed me again.
This time, it worked. I fell into the kiss and let go of the rest. Honestly, it was a relief. All that anxiety bowed to the King. It was more in awe of his authority than I was. I sighed in both pleasure and release. With his lips moving over mine, urging me to open to him, I melted. It was exactly what I needed. Of course, it was. Tor'rien always knew what I needed.
How had this man figured me out so quickly? And were we as well matched as he thought? What did it matter? At that moment, it didn't. I let those thoughts go along with my fear and focused on the sensations of our bodies pressed together, only thin layers of fabric separating us. But even as we kissed, Tor'rien pushed down my undershorts. I kicked them off as he dealt with his.
And that's how the King got me back into his bed.
Lying beneath Tor, with his body undulating against mine, leaving did indeed seem foolish. I could spend a night away from home. I wasn't a toddler. Even if the place wasn't as secure as I'd like. It would be fine. I was with the King, for fuck's sake. I would be fine. Not because of his guards or his walls. Because of him. With a shiver, I realized that I trusted Tor'rien to keep me safe. I trusted him in many ways.
“Put your legs on my shoulders,” Tor'rien whispered in my ear, then drew back and helped me position myself.
My ass and lower back lifted from the bed and my cock flopped onto my belly. It was the perfect position for penetration. But Tor'rien didn't move into me immediately. He eased a finger inside instead, stretching my opening, then spun it, gently working my muscles open before pushing deeper.
Sounds of need slipped past my lips as he pumped my channel. And then he reached out. A bottle on the bedside table floated over to him on a ribbon of water. After seeing his display of Water Magic at the paper factory, this didn't surprise me. I was far more interested in what he was going to do with the contents of the bottle.
Tor didn't disappoint. Inside the dark glass bottle was a slippery liquid. Oil. He applied some to his cock and my entrance before sending the bottle away. Then Tor'rien sought my stare. He held it as he slipped slowly into me, and that connection made it feel as if he were entering me in multiple ways. Especially once he was lodged and leaned forward to bring our faces closer together.
“How do you feel now?” his lips brushed my skin.
“Much better.” I moved onto him as I gripped his biceps. “But I haven't forgotten yet. I know exactly where I am.”
Chuckling, Tor'rien set his hands on the bed to either side of me and then shoved deep. I cried out, but he didn't pause to tease me. Instead, he pulled out and slammed in again. And again. And again until he had a savage tempo going. The sound of his flesh hitting mine made me moan nearly as much as the feel of him stroking me from the inside. His cock was the perfect size, filling my channel without pain. Just pleasure. So much of it. Enough to do the King's bidding and make me forget where I was.
“Tor'rien!” I cried out.
He nearly bent me in two with his thrusts, his expression going feral. “Where are you?”
