Chapter Thirty-Four

“Shale!” I slapped his back.

I went flying and landed on my back on Shale”s bed.

“Take off your clothes,” Shale growled.

I propped myself on my elbows and frowned at him. “You”re mad again?”

“No.”

“You seem mad.”

“Take off your fucking clothes!”

I flinched.

“I”m sorry.” Shale panted and ran a hand over his face. “I need to be inside you, my doll. Now.”

“All right, Shale,” I said and hurried out of my boots. With those off, I quickly got free of my clothes.

Despite my nimble fingers, Shale got naked faster. Probably because he simply tore his clothing away.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered as the scraps of His Majesty”s tunic fell to the floor and he pounced, looking as if he had burst free of his clothing.

I fell back, under Shale with a groan. Tingles exploded all over my body, merely from him lying atop me. If only he knew how much I craved him, he”d never be jealous again. It felt as if we were two parts of a whole. It seemed natural for my hands to fall on his ass and start kneading. So perfect did we fit together that my thighs just fell into place around him. Then he was nipping at my throat, kissing me in between scrapes of his teeth. Shale worked his way to my nipple, then latched on.

When his sharp teeth pierced me, I arched up into his mouth with a cry of ecstasy. Shale sucked hard, the pull of it going straight to my cock. That aching bit of flesh pushed at Shale”s belly. Shale ground against it, but he didn”t need to. I was already floating in a sea of rapture, his bite sending zings of pleasure through me. My hands sank into his hair, and I pulled him closer, needing more. Needing him to take more.

With a gasp, Shale pulled away. Blood on his lips, he rose onto his hands and stared down at me. Not at my face, but at the wound he left. “No,” he whispered. “I need to stop.”

The blood welled, then dripped down my chest.

Shale groaned and bent to lave at the trail, then licked at my throat until I stopped bleeding. Every pass of his tongue made me twitch.

“Shale,” I groaned.

“Shh, my doll. I”ll take care of you.”

He kissed his way down my belly. The heat of his breath hit my shaft. I froze. Then, slowly, I looked down at him. The King was poised over my cock, his stare locked on it. He licked his lips.

“You don”t have to do that,” I said.

He had never done it before.

Shale looked up at me. He started to lower his head.

“I”m too close,” I panted. “I”ll come in your mouth. You don”t want that.”

Stare locked on mine, Shale sucked me into his mouth. Shuddering uncontrollably, I made a wounded sound, trying to hold back. But fuck, the pleasure of his mouth. The heat and vacuum. That relentless pressure. Constricting in the best way. Moving up and down me. Sending head-spinning sensations through me that were made all the more incredible by the possession in his eyes. He sucked at my cock as he had my chest, eager for whatever I could give him. Demanding it as his due. Seeing his eyes close briefly in pleasure sent me over. I just wasn”t strong enough.

I arched up and cried out brokenly, wordlessly. It was so loud; the sound echoed in my ears. And the release seemed to last forever. Maybe it was because Shale groaned through it, sucking and swallowing. I tried to watch him, but my head arched back and my eyes closed all on their own. I forced myself to roll through it, bring my head forward, and look at him.

Breath catching, I whispered, “You are so fucking sexy.”

Shale sucked his way off my cock, then licked his greedy lips as he got to his knees. I eagerly grabbed my legs and pulled them back for him, giving him his prize. His gaze dropped to my entrance and stayed there, his hand gripping his dick and stroking it. He was stunning like that. So male. Oozing power and arousal. His muscles twitched, his chest rising and falling, and his elegant hand kept moving, up and down over that hard flesh.

“The oil,” I whispered. “Please.”

He glanced up at me. As he did, a bottle floated over on a stream of water.

“Show off.” I grinned.

Shale grinned back and uncorked the bottle. He poured a little over me, then took his time rubbing it in, popping his finger past my ring, then drawing it out. Out and in as if he was fascinated. I shivered through it, my cock reviving, then whimpered.

“Are you not satisfied, my doll?” Shale asked, his voice gone deep.

“I was,” I said. “Then you started doing that.”

He chuckled and even that sounded sexy. “Then what will make you happy?”

“You inside me. Now.” I bit my lip and pulled my legs back even further.

Shale coated his cock in oil, then put the bottle away, so slow about it that I wanted to scream.

“What the fuck happened to needing me right now?” I growled.

“I had you.” He licked his lips. “Two servings. It was enough to give me back some control.”

“Well, if you don”t want to fuck me . . .” I began to lower my legs.

Shale growled at me. Like a fucking animal.

I jerked my legs back up.

His growl became a purr. “Good boy.” He leaned forward and rubbed his tip against me. “I didn”t say I didn”t need you. Only that I could take my time with you now that my raging lust was tempered.” He slipped in, just a little, then pulled out.

“Oh, fuck, Shale. Deeper. Fuck me deeper.”

“I need to loosen you first, my doll. You”re too tight.”

“No, I”m not. Just shove it in!”

“Shh.” Shale bent over me and settled my legs on his arms, taking the weight. “Let me feel you.” He nuzzled my neck before kissing me.

I could taste myself on him and it made it so much sexier. I groaned and ground down on his cock, trying to get him deeper.

Shale eased back, brushed his lips over mine, and said, “Receive me, Consort. Take me into your body and hold me tightly.”

“I”m trying to,” I growled.

But then he slid deep, and my body opened to take him. It was as if my flesh obeyed his command without my permission. As if he owned me. Maybe he did. And that was all right. Because if his behavior was any indication, I owned him too. Just a little.

“Shale,” I whispered against his neck, feelings rising in me. I knew what was happening, but it was impossible to stop. Plant a seed, and it will grow. It may take a while, especially if you bury it deep, but life finds a way.

And so does love.

“Don”t let go, Sebastian,” Shale whispered back.

“Never, Shale. I”ll never let go.”

But I knew I would. One day, I would have to. If nothing else, death would separate us. Or maybe it would be life. No matter. Whatever came, I would hold on for as long as I could.