He passed the phone to Z and got to his feet. “I think I’ll go back to my prison now.”
For an instant, the king seemed apologetic. Almost vulnerable. “Kansas, I’m—”
“There was a lot of fucking though,” he interrupted, before the man could say he was sorry. He didn’t want pity from anyone, especially not a spoiled, self-centered king who couldn’t take no for an answer. “So at least I got something good out of it.”
He saw Z shake his head in pity as the king’s expression froze.
“Fucking is nice,” Fenna offered softly, confusion in her voice as she looked up at the two glaring men. “Isn’t it?”
“Of course it is. In fact...” The king opened the fastenings of that mouthwatering outfit he was wearing, and it pooled to the floor.
It took every ounce of willpower Kansas had not to look away from the challenge in the king’s eyes. Not to let his eyes drop for more than a heartbeat to the impressive erection he knew he would find there.
He tried to tell himself he knew exactly what it looked like, thanks to Pan, but as with everything else, it didn’t compare to the real thing. In the flesh the man was awe-inspiring. And he knew it.
Arrogant bastard.
What was he up to? Was he actually attempting to seduce him with all these witnesses? Kansas didn’t want to think about why that idea aroused him. He was no exhibitionist. At least, he was pretty sure he wasn’t before he got here. His actions since he’d arrived seemed to belie that claim.
Who are you trying to kid? You’d do whatever he wanted.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge to come. He had to resist. Z had told him that—
“Lenard. Fenna.” The king glanced down at his subjects with a sensual smile.
“Your Majesty?” They breathed, both instantly caught in his spell.
“Pleasure me.”
“Yes, Highness.”
What. The. Fuck.
He’d pick his jaw up off the floor in a minute, Kansas told himself. As soon as he got over the shock. That royal son of a bitch. Of all the scenarios he’d imagined, watching his two friends kneel eagerly at the feet of their king was not one of them.
Z moved closer to him on the sofa, his arm sliding over his shoulders, but Kansas couldn’t turn away from the unbelievable scene. “Smile, human. Don’t let him see your jealousy. Enjoy the show.”
He listened to the hushed voice with incredulity. Enjoy the show? How? There was something dark raging through him as he watched other hands and tongues touch and taste what belonged to him. It was an emotion that he knew now he’d never truly felt before, not even with his promiscuous young ex.
This one is ours.
He watched Lenard ecstatically swallowing the king’s erection down his throat, watched Fenna gently licking his tight balls, and tried to keep a blank expression on his face. What he wanted was to leap over to them and rip them away from what was his.
No. Not his. How could he be when he so easily pushed him aside for other pleasures? After chaining him naked to his wall, after sending the wizard to raise his hopes. He was as inconstant as Danny had ever been. Faithless.
“Do not be self-righteous,” Z’s voice whispered in his mind. Kansas tried his best not to react to the foreign voice in his head. “You are no innocent.”
He had a point.
Those words deflated his anger as nothing else could. After what he’d done with Pan a few hours before, and all the denials to the king he didn’t mean, who was he to judge anyone? Kansas Frayne, the paragon of fidelity, controlled emotions and vanilla sex. Oh how the mighty had fallen.
A low chuckle drew his attention back to the king’s face. The object of his desire was watching Fenna and Lenard as they sought to pleasure him, biting his lower lip as the Felix became even more vigorous.
He must have sensed that he was being watched. When their gazes clashed, the air was knocked out of him. Nothing could have surprised Kansas more than what he saw in those dark gol
d eyes.
The king was bored.