Page 10 of The Dragon King's Assassin

“I smell your cum,” he cut me off. “You pleasured yourself out there. You touched yourself while you listened to me have sex.”

Fucking Dragons and their fucking super senses!

I cleared my throat and faced him as blood rushed to my face. “I did. You know I'm attracted to you—that was clear from the first night—and I've had to listen to you fuck for two weeks now. I'm sorry, but I needed that. If you have a problem with it, let me go into another room while you fuck your annoying, idiot lovers so I don't have to listen to them blather nonsense about royal cum while you grunt through your orgasm.”

“Grunt, do I?”

Oh, I was on a roll. My reason and sense of self-preservation seemed to have spurted out of me with my cum, allowing my mouth to spew all the frustration I'd been feeling. “Yes, grunt. Did you even enjoy that? For fuck's sake, it sounds as if you follow a list. One, get dick sucked; two, put them on all-fours; three, stick dick in them; four, wait for them to come; five, orgasm. Done.”

The Dragon King, one knee bent and the other leg straight before him as he sprawled against his headboard, lifted a dark brow. “You think I have a formula for fucking?”

“Your whole life is scheduled, even the sex, so yeah, I think you fuck by formula.”

“And you think you can do better?”

I paused, my brain finally catching up to my mouth. What the fuck was I doing? And what was he really asking? Oh, fuck it.

“Better than those morons you mindlessly screw? Yeah, I know I can.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?” my voice broke.

“Take off your clothes, Lock,” he said more slowly. “I want to see what you have to offer before I accept.”

Accept? Had I offered something? Was he really talking about . . . ? I started throwing off my clothes as if they were on fire.

The Dragon King chuckled softly as he watched me. The sound went straight to my dick so that when I dropped my pants, it was saluting its monarch. His gaze went slowly down from my face, over my chest, and lingered on my cock. He licked his lips, briefly looked over the rest of me, then tossed back the covers to reveal his erection. Let's just say it was far more impressive than mine.

“Well?” the Dragon King prompted.

Holy shit, this is happening.

I went to the bed and climbed up on the foot. Holding his stare, I crawled up to him, straddling his body as I went. The King straightened his bent leg, brushing my calf as he settled it between my legs, and I shivered from that single touch. His brows lifted.

I ventured further, not stopping to touch him, not yet. I waited until I was over his hips, our cocks aligned, and then sat myself down atop that thick, hard body and leaned forward to press us together gently, not giving him my full weight just yet. The Dragon King sucked in a breath as I began to rock against him, rubbing our shafts, torsos, and even parts of our legs together. He exhaled with a moan.

Encouraged by the sound, I went for it. I slid one hand up his throat, weaving my fingers through his hair—the silkiest hair I'd ever felt, and held his head still as I brought our lips together. He didn't shut his eyes. I could feel him watching me, but then I nipped at him and licked the seam of his mouth playfully. He opened his lips, closed his eyes, and I plunged into him.

Broad chest expanding, lifting me, the Dragon King moaned. It was the first time I'd heard such a sound from him, and I may have gotten cocky because of it. I twirled our tongues together as I ground against him, taking the time to draw his tongue out, into my mouth. To suck at him and explore the feeling of our kiss before allowing the passion of it to take over.

But the King wasn't having that. I'd woken a sleeping dragon, and the beast was hungry. With a growl, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. His tongue stabbed into my mouth, nearly gagging me, and his lips slashed over mine as if he could merge our bodies into one if only he applied enough pressure. I groaned into his mouth and writhed against him, cocks sliding along each other, and balls brushing his base. He tensed, clutched me tighter, and started to roll me onto my back.

I jerked back. “Oh, no, you don't.”

The King blinked up at me in a daze.

“We're not doing what you just did with that idiot,” I said. “I promised you something better. Now, where's the oil?”

“I . . .” He looked to the left. “There.”

I shifted off him to grab the bottle of oil from the bedside table, then went right back to straddling his waist. As the Dragon King watched with wide, glittering, blue-green eyes, I poured a little oil into my palm, stoppered the bottle, then tossed it to the foot of the bed. Our dicks were pulsing and twitching together but I shifted down a little to disengage. The King made an angry sound.

This time I lifted my brow at him. “Patience, Your Majesty.” I coated him in oil, then massaged it in, rippling my fingers up and down his shaft.

“Fuck!” He threw his head back and clenched the sheets in his fists.

I smiled to myself, hardly believing that I had the Dragon King's dick in my hand and intending to make the most of every blissful second. But I wouldn't suck it. Especially not after he'd been fucking some other man. No, I would be different. He'd remember this, even if it was our only time together. I would stand out in his memories as the one man who made him moan and didn't have to suck his cock to do it.

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