Page 24 of The Dragon King's Assassin

The King's gaze went intense. “Is it possible for someone to love their master?”

I went still.

He prowled over to me and grabbed my chin. “Well? Answer me, Assassin.”

“Yes.” I paused, my heart thudding so strongly that it felt as if it were fluttering my tunic. “I'm sure it is possible.”

“Did you enjoy watching me last night?”

I jerked my chin out of his grip. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, fuck you.”

The look on the Dragon King's face was one I'd remember for the rest of my life . . . which might not be that long. Fuck, why did I say that? I've always been one to run my mouth, and it's gotten me into some serious trouble in the past. But you'd think I would know better than to say that shit to the King of Racul.

Then he burst out laughing, and my heartbeat started to slow.

When the King finally settled into a smile, he said, “I suppose that was cruel of me.”

“Not at all, Your Majesty. I have no expectations of you. In fact, I wasn't surprised when you summoned another lover last night, not after witnessing you take a new partner to your bed every night before me. It was your expectation of me just now that I took offense to.”

“Meaning?”

“I am your assassin. Bid me kill, and I will without hesitation. Order me to watch over you, and I will do my very best. I will even stand guard while you fuck your courtiers, all of them if you wish. But do not expect me to enjoy any of it. I agreed to obey you, but you cannot order me to like watching you fuck someone else, especially when you do such a poor job of it.”

The Dragon King grabbed me with a growl, spun me around to face the opposite direction, and forced me to the bed with his hand on the back of my neck. Once there, he bent me over the end and gave me one last shove so I'd know to stay put. With my head turned, I saw him step over to the bedside table and open the bottle of oil.

He looked over at me as he unlaced his pants. “Pull down your pants, Assassin. We'll see how poor a job I do with you.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” I turned my face into the bedding to hide my grin, and quickly undid my belt, then my pants, shoving everything down to my knees. My cock was already twitching to life.

The King made a pleased sound as he stepped behind me, it went well with the wet strokes of his hand on his cock. “Now spread your ass and hold yourself open for me.”

I bit my lip to hold back my excited whimpers and reached behind myself to pull apart my ass cheeks for him. Cool air hit my hole and made it pucker, but then an oiled, thick finger circled it, rubbing the oil in until my muscles relaxed. With an appreciative sigh, the King slipped his finger past that loosened ring. I cried out, then moaned while he worked me open, taking his time with me as he hadn't with the Shanba the night before. Then I heard him move, felt the brush of his body, and nearly came off the bed when something wetter and warmer than his finger slid into me.

The Dragon King was tonguing my asshole!

The warm skin of His Majesty's face pressed between my ass, his cheekbones digging in, and as he worked his tongue as deep as it could go, he groaned in what sounded like pure delight. It was all I could do to hold still for him. My cock ached and wept between my stomach and the bed. I wanted to grind it into the mattress, but even more than that, I didn't want him to stop. So I held my hips still, allowing myself only a few shudders and moans. As soon as he heard me, he withdrew and stood up. I finally gave in to the urge to grind myself against the bed, not caring one bit that he'd see me do it. But I went still when I felt the tip of his cock press against my dripping hole. He pushed gently. It popped its way inside, and we both made eager sounds.

“Is this what you call poorly, Assassin?”

“No, Your Majesty,” I panted.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, fuck, please don't.”

He slammed into me, and my grip on my ass cheeks tightened. That wondrous cock began rubbing all the best places inside me, making my body twitch with zings of pleasure. Primal sounds—growls, snarls, and grunts—came from the King, but they weren't like the noises he made with his other lovers. These were the wild cousins of those tame sounds, made by the savage beast inside him.

My hands were suddenly squished as he laid on me, slid his arms beneath me, and brought them up my chest to grab my shoulders. Using his grip as leverage, he pulled me onto his dick even as he pumped, and went so damn deep that it made my eyes roll back in my head.

“Are you bored, Assassin?” the King growled in my ear. “Shall I stop my pathetic attempts at fucking?”

“You have yet to be pathetic with me, Sire. Only with the others.” I turned to look at him over my shoulder, his face only inches from mine. “Why is that?”

King Tarocvar bared his teeth, shoved himself up onto his hands, and slammed into me ferociously. “Because you infuriate me!”

“Then I hope I never stop!” I cried out just before my hips lurched forward, and I came all over his beautiful bedding.

The King made another of those bestial sounds and followed me into pleasure. This time, he didn't pull out. Instead, he filled me, pumping so much cum into me that I thought it would surely leak out around his cock. But, just as I'd suspected, the hot liquid vanished, sinking into my body as it had with my skin. When he pulled out at last, my channel tingled but was utterly empty. I'd never felt anything like it.

And I couldn't wait to feel it again.

The Dragon King stood up, slapped my ass, and said, “Get up, Lock. I wish to see the dogs now.”

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