Page 11 of Dead

They quickly reached the door to his suite, which was shielded by two more of his guards.

As they arrived, Eilam turned to Garretson and Cannon and dismissed them, leaving the two at the door. He opened the entrance into Adriel’s room and moved out of the way. “Your Majesty.”

Adriel lingered at the door a moment and looked up at Eilam. He’s so handsome. So very handsome. “I have… something I wish to speak with you about before you leave.”

Eilam’s stare darkened before the light returned full force.

The king led Eilam inside and closed the door behind him. He leaned back on the door and a snicker escaped him.

“I’ve had too much to drink tonight.”

If the witch surrenders… Adriel pushed the thought from his mind. He could fuck the bear without being claimed.

“You know it’s dangerous for you to overindulge.”

“Yes, yes, Eilam, I know your thoughts on drinking too much wine. Stop being a buzzkill.” He walked over to where Eilam stood in the middle of the room and stopped mere inches away. Heat emanated from the man’s big, muscled body. What has he got under this tuxedo? Craning his neck back to look up, he gawked. “You’re much too big, do you know that?”

“Is this what you needed me to come into your private rooms to discuss?”

“Well, you claim I am your mate, but we don’t fit. You’re much too big. You tower over me by at least a foot.”

“More than a foot.”

Adriel’s mouth fell open. “Just how tall are you?”

“Six-eleven.”

“Much, much too big.” Adriel lowered his head, realizing his head only came to the bottom of Eilam’s chest. This close, he had a perfect view of the hard cock pressing against the man’s pants. “Everything on you is too big.”

Adriel had the sudden urge to see just how big. He reached out for the zipper, but his wrist was grabbed before he could get to what he wanted. Lifting his head, he frowned up at the bear shifter. “I thought you wanted me?”

“I do.” Eilam paused. “But not like this.”

“Like what?”

“Drunk and not in control of yourself.”

Adriel pulled his hand away and tried again. Eilam was too quick for him. “I am in control. Promise. Let me show you just how much control I have.”

“You need to sleep off some of that wine. Let’s get you into bed.”

“Are you coming with me?” Adriel asked with a grin.

“No,” Eilam said before lifting the king into his arms.

Again, heat slammed into Adriel. He was deposited in the middle of the bed and his doublet and shoes were pulled off. The bedding was pulled back and Eilam tucked him in.

“Get those clothes off and get in.”

“No,” Eilam said before laying the doublet over the back of a chair.

“I demand you take off that tux and get into my bed.”

Eilam sighed. “No.”

Adriel grew infuriated. He lifted one hand and let his magic accumulate there.

Eilam marched over and put his face into the king’s. “You know as well as I do that your magic does nothing to me. So put that away and go to sleep.”

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