Page 62 of Mad Dragon of Chaos

He watched Shey jerk off, unable to tear his eyes from the sexy scene until Shey sucked in a harsh breath and shouted. Thick ropes of cum hit his stomach and chest. Tyche whimpered, feeling an answering ache in his cock.

Mesmerizing. It was all so captivating. He couldn’t look away from the evidence of Shey’s release, his beautiful body, or the tired, glittering eyes staring right at him.

A lazy, crooked smile spread across his lips. “Imp. You almost made me come in my pants.”

Grinning like a fool, Tyche shoved his pants off and climbed on top of Shey, pressing their naked bodies together so that the cum was smeared between them. He barely had to lift his face to have Shey right there, meeting him for a deep, happy kiss. They broke apart after a moment, and Tyche let out a sated sigh as he rested his head on Shey’s shoulder.

“I take it that means you enjoyed what we did,” Shey teased as he rubbed his hands along Tyche’s back.

Tyche hummed, nuzzling Shey’s throat. “Yes, very much.”

“Think you might have to do that again?”

“Definitely. And often.” Tyche kissed his neck. “Thank you.”

“No thanks needed.”

“Do you think…I mean…” Tyche let his words drift off. He felt stupid for wanting to ask, but Shey had him feeling so relaxed and comfortable that they almost spilled out.

“What?”

“Would you want to sleep in here with me? Or do you have to go to your rooms?” Tyche winced as the words came out. So stupid. They’d slept apart the entire time they were on the Isle of Stone and on the ship for travel. He’d gotten accustomed to not having Shey close when he was sleeping, but right then, he was feeling so relaxed and happy. Wouldn’t it just be better if they slept together in the same bed where he could hear Shey’s steady breathing and soft snores? He wanted to slip a hand across the bed and feel his warm skin under the blankets next to him.

“I can, but I have two conditions.”

Tyche shifted and got his arms under him enough to lift to meet Shey’s gaze. “What’s that?”

“One, we go clean off before we get glued together.”

Tyche lifted his face so that he was looking down his nose at Shey. “I think I can allow that,” he agreed as regally as he could manage while being naked and covered in cum.

“Second, you allow me to call the kitchen and have a meal sent up for you.” The playfulness drained from Shey’s face, and he watched him with eyes full of sadness. “I heard you turned away all food today. You didn’t even touch the coffee.”

Tyche gasped. “You have people spying on me?”

“You’re in my palace. Those people have the job of taking care of you when I cannot. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re the God of Luck or Chaos, you need to eat.”

Tyche bit the inside of his cheek. Actually, he didn’t need to eat to remain alive. It was just that he enjoyed eating. Except for that nasty prison food. That he hated. But Shey was trying to take care of him, and Tyche was more than happy to let him.

“Will you eat something with me?”

Shey pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I will.”

With some reluctance, Tyche peeled himself off Shey and shuffled into the bathroom, where they cleaned off. After putting on some clothes, Shey made a quick call to some servants somewhere in the palace to have some food brought up to Tyche’s chambers along with a little pot of coffee. Shey said he was allowing a tiny cup because Tyche needed to get some sleep.

While they waited for the food to be delivered, they curled up together in the bed, and Shey told him about his many meetings and getting to see his sister—who apparently wanted to meet Tyche. He was less enthusiastic because he was worried about disappointing Shey’s family.

The food arrived, and Shey dragged Tyche over to the table where it looked like a banquet had been set up. He should have known. Shey was a prince. Royals rarely did things small. But Tyche wasn’t going to complain, because everything was delicious.

“Can I ask you a question and have you answer me honestly?” Shey began and Tyche froze, his bite of prime rib halfway to his mouth. “If you don’t feel comfortable being honest, tell me you can’t say.”

Tyche lowered his fork and sat up straighter. “I can try.”

“Could you have escaped from that prison in Damardor at any time?”

Wow. Didn’t start with anything easy, did he?

Tyche stared wide-eyed at his plate for several seconds without seeing the food. “That’s…complicated.”