Page 22 of The Dragon King's Assassin

Chapter Ten

Throughout the meal—one I spent standing—the King grew more and more distant. I didn't push him or try to regain his interest. I knew better than that. He'd said some nice things to me, perhaps too nice. I was human, after all. Dragons rarely took a human lover. There was that whole immortality thing to consider—namely, his. I wasn't asking for forever; I wasn't asking for anything. Still, a line had been crossed. He had revealed his interest and now, it looked as if he were regretting it.

By the time we retired to his bedchambers, the King was a different man. I went to check the rooms of his suite, leaving him to prepare for bed. When I got back to his bedroom, he had a visitor. A woman.

I may have prepared myself for his aloofness, but I hadn't expected him to go this far. I paused in the doorway, watching her run her hands possessively over the man who, just hours earlier, had ministered to my back after whipping it. Because I wouldn't suck his cock. The King lifted his head and met my stare, his expression almost belligerent. Not taunting but aggressive, as if he expected a fight. Maybe even wanted one.

Well, I wasn't going to give it to him. I set my gaze on the floor and stepped past him.

“Where are you going?” the King asked.

I stopped and glanced back at him, only a glance to be sure that he was indeed speaking to me. “To the balcony so you may have your privacy.”

“I don't need privacy. I need you to do your job.”

The woman didn't seem bothered by this. Since she was a Shanba, I wasn't too surprised. The forest folk fucked in public all the time. Nature was their bedroom and all that bullshit. She flicked her large, rounded, brown eyes my way, gave a sniff from her flattened, fawn nose, and slipped out of her robe. A lean, lightly muscled body was revealed. Small breasts sitting high on her long torso and patches of darker skin spotting her pale flesh. Those spots were coveted among the Shanba, so I knew immediately that not only was she a beautiful woman, but she was also an exceptional example of her kind. Doubtless chosen by the King to be a courtier for that very reason.

As I watched, she went to her knees and started unbuckling the King's belt. This wasn't her first time with him.

“I can do my job better on the balcony,” I finally said. “Where I won't be distracted.”

“If sex distracts you, you aren't fit to guard me.”

Right. So, not only was he retreating behind the line he'd crossed, but he was also daring me to challenge him on it. If I did, it would give him a reason to push me even further away. The problem was, if I let him push me too far, I'd end up hanging from a noose.

“As you wish, Your Majesty.” I checked the balcony, locked the doors, and went to fetch my pallet from his dressing room.

The sound of fellatio followed me, the Shanba's wide mouth amplifying everything. The lights were dimmed, but I could clearly see his cock moving in and out of her mouth as I passed by them. He had undressed while I was gathering everything, and once I was settled on my pallet—feeling a bit like the single audience member at a sex show—my stare was immediately drawn to his magnificent body. At first, I tried not to look but then I thought, fuck it. He told me to watch; I might as well get something out of it. So I looked. I really stared at him, at all the places I'd been too busy to fully enjoy while I was fucking him. The dark, hard nipples. The indents at his hips. The corded muscles of his forearms. Even his damn toes turned me on.

Then I happened to glance up and my stare collided with his. He'd been watching me watch him. I flinched, but lifted my chin and refused to look away.

The King's eyes twitched. He pushed the woman away. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

“Step two,” I mouthed at him.

She climbed onto the foot of the bed, facing the head.

The King glared at me and snapped at her, “No, across it. Face the balcony.”

I nearly groaned.

The woman repositioned herself and lowered her head to the bed so that her ass rose high for the King's pleasure. He went to stand behind her, not even bothering to kneel on the mattress, gripped her thighs, and pulled her closer so that her calves hung off the edge. Then he pushed her hips down until she was at the perfect level for him. With a groan, he sank into her, and she began to make delighted gasps.

“Oh, yes, my king,” the Shanba cried as he began thrusting. “That big cock has made me so wet!”

The King grunted and pulled out, a look of irritation on his face. She only had a moment to look over her shoulder at him in question before he slid back into her.

“Oh! Sire, you've split my ass in twain!”

He grunted again and sped up, holding my stare. I had to lean against the balcony doors to keep from falling over. My whole body was going limp with feverish desire. Not because of the moaning woman or the way he pumped into her. Not because of her dirty words, begging for more, or his primal grunting. Not even because of the way his body gleamed in the low lights. It was his eyes. The way he looked at me as if the only reason he was able to fuck her was that I was sitting there, watching him. His eyes held wild desire but also fury, and a flash of fear speared through my lust.

But then it was over. The King skipped step four entirely, pulled out, and grunted as he came on the floor. Taking the hint, the woman quickly faked her orgasm. No sooner had she “come” than the King was dismissing her with a curt nod. The beautiful Shanba scurried off the bed, slipped into her robe, and left, casting her wide gaze from him to me before she shut the door.

And still, he didn't move. King Tarocvar stood beside the bed, cock limp and chest heaving, as he stared at me. After a few minutes of this, I laid down and pretended to fall asleep. But I was still awake when he stormed into the bathroom and slammed the door.

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