Page 51 of The Dragon King's Assassin

Chapter Twenty-Three

I crawled back into the guest room's window, shut it, and went into the dressing room. I had just stowed my assassin's gear when Taroc came storming in. He pulled up short when he saw me, his eyes going from narrowed rage to wide relief.

“Ensarena damn you!” the King snarled. “What are you doing out of bed? I thought you . . .”

“What?” I smirked and sauntered over to him. “You thought I left you?”

“No.” He crossed his arms.

“Were you worried?” I slid my hands up his chest and beneath his arms, nudging them open.

With an annoyed look, he wrapped his arms around me. “I thought you had gone investigating again.”

Oh, fuck, This guy knew me too well.

“I just got bored lying there. I feel great; I promise.” I nipped at his chin. “You want me to prove it?”

A low growl rose from his chest and his hands swept down to cup my ass. He began squeezing and kneading it, pulling my cheeks apart. While he was playing with my ass, I kicked off my boots and undid my belt. I was about to push down my pants when he grabbed the waistband and tore the back right down the middle.

“Holy fuck! These are brand new, Taroc!”

“Take out my cock, Assassin,” he shot back. “I'll buy you more pants.”

With that, he lifted me, hooking my legs around his waist and splitting my pants further. As I struggled to get his belt undone and his pants open, he walked me out of the bedroom and down the hall to his room. Anyone could have seen us—frankly, there should have been guards in the hallway—but even with my ass hanging out, I didn't care. Not with his hands gripping it possessively.

The King kicked his bedroom door shut behind us and took me to the bed. Or near the bed, rather.

“Get me oiled now, Lock! Now or I will fuck you dry!”

“All right! Keep your pants on.” I leaned over and grabbed the bottle, then chuckled as I realized what I'd said. “You probably will keep them on.”

“I can't do another gentle fucking. Hurry! I need to claim you now!”

“I'm hurrying!” I rubbed oil over his twitching cock, capped the bottle, and tossed it on the bed.

As soon as he was slick, Taroc lifted me, carrying my weight on one palm as he directed his dick into me with the other hand. We both groaned as I sank onto him, but I only had a few seconds to enjoy that blissful feeling, that wet cock working into me. As soon as the Dragon King had both hands on my ass again, he began lifting me up and down rapidly while he pumped upward with his hips.

All I could do was wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on. My hair, longer than when I'd arrived since I hadn't bothered to get it cut, flopped in my face while every ounce of fat on me, no matter how little, began to jiggle. I leaned forward, trying to steady myself, and the King growled against my throat. His teeth nipped my neck. My dick, trapped within the remains of my pants, ached to be set free, but I couldn't let go of Taroc's shoulders; I was afraid I might bite my tongue.

“I need to fuck you like a Dragon, not some simpering human.” He bared his teeth at me as if it were my fault. “No more gentleness, Lock.”

“Whatever you want, Your Majesty.”

He slowed. Briefly closed his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”

“Not one bit.”

“Good.” He went back to his wild fucking. “Then you will come for your king.”

“As my king commands.” Shocked that I really was going to come on command, I groaned through my release, soaking the pants. I guess I had another orgasm left in me after all.

Seconds later, Taroc jerked me down on himself and threw his head back to roar so loudly that it set my ears to ringing. He filled me with that tingling nectar, hips locking against me over and over, then clasped me close. As he shivered through the little zings of pleasure that followed such a great release, he kissed me. Deeply. Possessively. Powerfully. I groaned into his mouth, slid my fingers through his hair, and kissed him back.

That's when the door flew open and a group of knights came rushing into the room.

“Sire!”

“Your Majesty, are you all right?”

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