The King lifted a dark-blond brow. “Oh, I've seduced many men.”
“Well, then, would you prefer to seduce me?”
He leaned on the table and grinned. “I think you're trying to squirm out of it.”
“The seduction or the sex?”
“The seduction.” Then he shook his head and laughed. “I've never met anyone so blunt about sex, and we Dragons are very casual about it.”
I frowned. “Aren't courtiers blunt?”
The Dragon King snorted. “The opposite. It's all pretty words and sultry looks with them. Frankly, it gets old.”
That was some valuable information. I'd use it to fuel my seduction, which, I decided, would continue to be aggressive despite him playing the giver. King Falken had probably been approached by some of the most delicate and accomplished seducers on the planet. I was not delicate nor accomplished, but I wasn't after a relationship, and that made things easier. If you don't care what happens after the sex, you don't have to be cautious before it.
I stood up. “One more thing.”
The King straightened. “Yes?”
“Do not come inside me. I don't enjoy that.” I grinned and added, “You may come anywhere else you desire, including my mouth. That, I enjoy.”
He blinked. “Agreed.”
Licking my lips, I strode over to him. No swagger, no swaying of my hips. Although my tail swished in excitement. I had no control over that, so it doesn't count. His scent grew stronger as I approached, and my ears twitched to hear his rapid breathing. The King pushed out from the table, his chair scraping across the wooden floor as he turned it to face me.
Tops loved men on their knees, so I dropped to the floor before him. But I didn't stay there. As the King's gaze latched onto my face, I bent forward, sliding my hands up his thighs and nuzzling my face against him. As the King groaned, I gripped his hips and rubbed my face along his erection. Breathing deeply of his musk, I bit his shaft through his pants.
“Holy fuck,” the King whispered, his hands gripping my horns.
They always grabbed the horns.
But I wasn't done. Undulating, I pushed myself up to nuzzle his belly, then his chest, and finally his nipples. As I sucked on the little buds through the blue silk, I undid the straps that held on his pauldrons. They fell to the floor with a loud thud, revealing broad shoulders that didn't need such protection. Standing between his thighs, I unfastened his belt and let it fall open. My hands slid under his tunic, pushing the fabric up. He obligingly lifted his arms, and I removed his tunic.
The Dragon King's chest was a piece of art—sculpture carved by a master. Smooth and perfect, his skin covered rippling muscles, the largest of which were his pectorals, crested with rosy nipples now hard thanks to my ministrations. I moved to straddle him, but he set a palm to my chest.
“Take off your clothes first,” he said.
“I'm seducing you. I'll get to that later.”
“This isn't a seduction, Sevarin. You blew past that and went straight to bedding me. Luckily, I'm enjoying it.”
I stepped back. “This is how I seduce. It always works.”
He burst out laughing. “I'm sure it does, but seduction requires words.”
“We talked.”
The Dragon King stood up, leaving his belt behind, and suddenly seemed larger than he was, which was massive. “If we're doing this, we aren't doing it here.” He picked me up and carried me to the closed door behind him. “Would you get that for me?”
I turned the handle with my tail and pushed it open with my palm, making him grin wider.
“That's a handy appendage.”
“You have no idea,” I purred into his ear. “But you're about to find out.”
The Dragon King rushed to his massive bed, the round thing set on a pedestal in the center of the room like an altar. My eyes went wide when I spotted it, but then he set me down on the top step and removed my belt.
Cock aching and pulsing, I unfastened his pants while he tossed my belt aside. The King kicked off his boots and then stepped out of his pants. He paused to pull off his socks and then stood before me, his cock extended like a weapon. With a growl, he finished undressing me, pausing neither for kissing nor groping. I appreciated his focus. It meant less time before we were embracing, our naked bodies sliding together. The King lifted me with a hand under my ass, and I clung to his shoulders. Keeping me pressed close, he crawled onto the bed. Silk slid against my back, and his scent enveloped me. As soon as I settled on the round mattress, King Falken lay himself over me. That was when we shared our first kiss.
