Kansas took his time, partly to tantalize, partly because his hands were shaking, fumbling as he sought to loosen his damn pants. If he were going to stay here longer, he would definitely need to reinvent the button fly.
His fingers stilled. Since when had staying become an option?
Since you realized that you’ve felt more alive in the past three days than you have in your entire life?
The king had done as he asked, though his pose was awkward and tense. His legs were still planted firmly on the ground, ready to bolt, but his erection was pulsing with the strength of his desire, showing Kansas more than anything else could that he was enjoying the role reversal.
He stepped out of his pants and walked over to the bed, the blood rushing to his cock as he studied the feast spread out before him. The man was gorgeous. His. He could deny it all he wanted to tomorrow, but some instinctive, primitive part of him recognized a mate. His mate.
“You’re going to pay for making me wait, Kansas.” The rough timbre of his voice revealed his excitement.
“I believe I already made that payment. Or did you forget that you left me alone in your room for hours, naked and chained to the wall?”
The king grew breathless. “I didn’t forget.”
“I know.” Kansas smiled wickedly. “You couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you? Wondering what I’d do to you when I was finally freed.”
The flush of darker gold rising up his chest told Kansas he was right. “What are you going to do?”
“You’ll find out,” Kansas promised. “But I think you know that whatever it is, you’re going to love it. Put your hands behind your head and leave them there until I tell you to move them.”
The king started to sit up in automatic outrage. “How dare you spea—”
Kansas took a step back, hands spread out beside him. “Or I can leave, and you can call one of your pleasure droids in to finish you off. But I can promise you they won’t do what I can.”
The king froze, his gaze dropping to the erection Kansas didn’t try to hide. “The Felix was right. Hips as pale as cream. But your cock is…”
He licked his lips and Kansas groaned in reaction.
“Lie down and put your hands behind your head. Don’t make me tell you again.” Hurry, before I beg and ruin everything.
The king obeyed.
Kansas stepped between those tree trunk thighs and placed his hands on the warm golden skin stretching out before him, leaning forward to trace the muscled ridges of the king’s abdomen, the line of his ribs. Both men moaned low when their cocks ground against each other, the sensation indescribably delicious.
“I can’t believe how beautiful you are. How much I want you without knowing your name. I haven’t even kissed you yet.” Kansas couldn’t resist the wonder in the king’s eyes at his words. Had no one ever told him he was beautiful? He placed his hands on either side of his bent arms and leaned closer. “We’ll have to fix that.”
The first touch of his lips had Kansas growling again, hungrier than he knew was possible.
Spicy and sweet. I know this flavor. I know him.
Had he spent a lifetime dreaming of this man’s lips? He knew the shape of them, knew he loved it when Kansas bit his upper lip and tugged. The familiarity did nothing to cool the fires burning inside him. If anything, it made him more aggressive.
Possessive.
He’s meant to be mine.
The king strained his neck, his arms twitching as though he wanted to pull Kansas closer. Kansas wrapped his hands around the thick forearms and squeezed. “Not until I say.”
The king’s cock throbbed in answer. But he stilled his arms, all his passion going into his kiss. “Please, Kansas.”
His plea made Kansas shake. Too fast. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long at this rate. He pulled back reluctantly, standing between the king’s thighs once more.
“Don’t stop.”
Kansas laughed raggedly. As if he could. “You keep forgetting you’re not the one in charge, Your Majesty.”
The king grit his teeth at the continual emphasis on his title and, as turned on as he was, it made Kansas grin. “Are you a brat, then? Too spoiled to follow my lead?”