Page 123 of Ruling the Green

“The dissolution of the work camps, first and foremost. I want titles and riches stripped from anyone who worked against me. I want another peace treaty drawn up with the Light. That should get us started. Right now, I am going to the throne room. Alone.”

No one argued with me on that, despite knowing how much work we had to do. They all knew how hard I’d been working for this moment, how much I’d been craving it for years.

So I made my way into the throne room, hearing the heavy doors close behind me, and exhaling hard, before walking up to the throne.

I’d tried to sit on it once when I was young. When my father saw me, he’d beaten me so badly I couldn’t get out of bed for weeks. I never tried again.

I reached out, running my hand over the ancient wood, feeling like something in my soul settled into place.

Sucking in a breath, I lowered down.

Worth it.

Every sleepless night. Every time I had to bite my tongue. Every horrific thing I was forced to witness.

It was all worth it to get here.

To get to the throne.

To have the power to make change.

The doors opened with a quiet groan.

When I looked up, I saw Serin making her way in, her look soft. My heart felt the same way looking at her.

I was going to get an order placed for a throne.

She’d earned the right to have a seat right beside me. She’d done more than anyone to get me on the throne.

“You look like you belong there,” she said as she approached.

“I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I don’t believe that. You’re where you were always meant to be,” she said, lowering down to her feet in front of me.

Her hand went to her heart.

“My King.”

A rumble moved through me at that.

But it grew louder as her hands slid up my thighs, then across my lap.

I was rock-hard before she reached inside to free my cock, then stroked me.

“Take me in your mouth,” I demanded, voice tight with my desire. Because I’d had a lot of fantasies about sitting on the throne the first time. Somehow I never imagined getting sucked off while sitting on it. But now that the thought had formed, I couldn’t think of anything I needed more.

Serin’s eyes widened, then warmed, before she lowered down, opened her mouth, and took me in.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my hands going to the back of her neck. “Suck me as deep as you can. Yes, just like that. Don’t stop,” I demanded.

Serin was an enthusiastic student, gaining confidence with each gasp of breath, each groan of pleasure.

But when she moaned around my length, I grabbed her hair and pulled, because there was one thing that would be better than getting my cock sucked on the throne.

“Climb up here,” I demanded, patting my lap. “I want to fuck my queen on my throne.”

And that was just what happened as she lifted her skirts then lowered herself down on my cock, her moan filling my ears as her walls tightened around me.