Perfect. Mine.
“Kansas…Kansas… Fuck me. I’ve been waiting so long.” His hips thrust against the bed when he heard the king’s rough plea. The need was killing him.
“You hardly know me.”
“I know what I want.” Whiskey eyes opened again and gazed into his, searching. “I know you.”
He couldn’t feel the same thing Kansas was feeling. It was too fast. Too hard to believe.
You’ve been fooled before.
“His Highness is horny and wants my cock. I live to serve. Do you want it hard and fast or should I take my time so I can listen to a king beg? Do you want me to pound you into this royal bed until you come screaming? Is that what you want, Your Majesty?”
“Stop calling me that,” he moaned in frustration.
“Whatever you say,” Kansas purred. “I could call you baby. Or maybe—”
“I am Tavyn Emeryle. General of the Crow Warriors, ruler of the land of—”
The king moaned when Kansas stilled his fingers in surprise. Tavyn?
“Your name is Tavyn? Why would you tell me that?”
“So you wouldn’t call me baby,” Tavyn growled, lifting his hips aggressively. “Why did you stop?”
He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone his name. No one but his parents knew his name, not even Z.
His parents and his chosen consort.
“Why did you give me your name?” It was suddenly the most important question in the world.
Tavyn smiled, his stunning beauty almost blinding. He lifted his hand to brush the shaggy blond hair behind his ear. “You know why, Kansas. You know me, the same way that I knew you. I dreamed of you.”
Kansas was overcome. This knowing, this feeling of rightness… Hadn’t this been what he’d looked for all his life?
You were looking in the wrong world.
He wanted to take a step back, consider what it meant, where they went from here, but he couldn’t. His heart and his body were both demanding he make the king—Tavyn—his in every way possible.
Tavyn wiggled his hips, his expression turning playful as if he hadn’t just rocked Kansas to the core with his confession. “Don’t make me beg again. A king should never beg.”
Kansas pressed on his aching cock in reaction, then hesitated. “Do you have any…?”
“Bedside table. The emerald bowl.”
Kansas walked over to find a small bowl filled with shimmering gold liquid. He dipped his fingers inside, coating his cock with the tingling lubricant. It heated up his skin, making him so hard his eyes nearly crossed.
He wasn’t even going to ask.
He coated his fingers again and massaged them against Tavyn’s ass before pushing inside, preparing him for what came next.
“Oh that’s so good.” Tavyn’s low groans made Kansas ache.
“You like that? Any of those wizard’s bots ever made you feel this good?” Had the wizard?
“No one. You know there’s only you, Kansas. Oh Makers, don’t stop.”
Only me.