Page 39 of The Dragon King

Her lips parted in the sexiest way, her nipples hardened, and her nails dragged down my chest. “Talon…”

My dick was rock hard like it hadn’t just fired, and I rocked into her once again, this time harder, making sure to push against her little clit and steal her breath away. I slid through my own come as I took her, lost in the heaven between her legs. “Baby…”

We slept on and off through the night. A single touch would light a spark between us, and then the flames caught on the sheets. She was beautiful in the moonlight, the beams striking her fair skin. She was more addictive than my scotch and cigars, both of which I hadn’t had in a long time and hadn’t even noticed until now.

She moved on to her hands and knees beside me then looked at me over her shoulder.

I lay against the headboard and stared.

“Finally had enough?”

No. I grabbed her hip and tried to roll her to her back.

She fought my touch. “Why do you always do that?”

I pulled my hand away and continued my stare.

“Why don’t you want me that way?” She pivoted her body to face me, taking away her beautiful ass that reminded me of the nectarines that ripened in the summer. “You can teach me.”

“That’s how you fuck a whore—and you aren’t a whore.”

She continued to stare at me. “What if I want you to fuck me like a whore?”

I was lucky my cock was hidden under the sheets because it swelled like a river in spring. “I don’t fuck you, baby. I make love to you, face-to-face, eye-to-eye.” I took my courtesans with their faces down and their asses up, fucking them mercilesslybecause they didn’t mean a damn thing to me. But Calista meant so much.

She looked at me in the dark, reading my gaze with her deep stare. “Why can’t we have both?”

“Because I don’t want to have both.”

She crawled toward me, coming close with her perky tits on display, so sexy without even trying. “I think you do.” She grabbed the top of the sheet and pulled it down, revealing the hard dick I couldn’t hide underneath the material. Her fingers went to my balls and gently caressed them like I’d taught her. “Come on…”

A beautiful woman was begging me to fuck her, but I continued to say no. “It’s a compliment, Calista. You actually mean something to me.” My breaths increased as her gentle fingers moved to my dick and stroked it with her soft skin.

“You don’t understand me.” She leaned toward me, her lips coming close to mine. “I want to be fucked like a whore—by you.”

Calista and I entered the royal chambers and saw Queen Eldinar upon her throne, looking far less weary than in the days that had passed. She had a strength to her spine and a sharpness to her gaze that hadn’t been there before. She’d always been pale, but now there was a hint of rosiness to her cheeks.

Calista gave a slight bow. “How are you, Your Majesty?”

“My health has been greatly restored. I feel like myself again—can think like myself again.” She turned her attention to me. “How’s Khazmuda?”

I approached and gave her a slight bow. “Lonely.”

“You’ve been together for so long that doesn’t surprise me.”

“Will you be ready to make the journey soon?”

“That’s the very reason I called upon you,” she said. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning. It’s several days’ ride to the north.”

My greatest desire was finally in reach—and I’d never wanted it less. It was the very reason I’d remained alive all these decades, but now, that motivation had been snuffed out like a dying fire. The guilt slowly mounted in my chest, rising like a lake after the snow had melted from the top of the mountains. It made my heart beat harder.

“Is that agreeable to you, Death King?”

“Yes,” I said. “And Talon is fine.”

“You were so insistent on maintaining your dominance when you first arrived here, but now it seems to mean nothing to you.” She spoke her observation aloud like she didn’t expect an answer.

“A title means nothing among friends.”

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