Chapter Twelve
Breath ragged, I slid onto my stomach beside the King.
That was awkward, so I slowly slid my left arm over his waist. Raven kept very still, but I could hear his breath coming as rapidly and roughly as mine.
Easing down, forcing my muscles to relax, I leaned onto his chest, moving my chest partially onto him.
At last, I lay down my head, and it naturally settled over his heart.
The sound of his heartbeat filled my ears and calmed me enough to lower my wings over us.
Throughout my movements, Raven kept his arms out to the sides.
But after I went still, he brought in his arms. I sucked in a breath when I felt his warm hands slide under my wings and over my waist. The King deftly slipped his fingers beneath the hem of my tunic so that his palms lay on my bare back.
“Is this all right?” Raven whispered.
“Yes,” I whispered back, though I flushed with excitement. My shaft was responding to him again, but thankfully, my hips were pressed into the pallet.
“I smell your arousal, Eliel.” He nuzzled the top of my head. “Relax. It's all right. We don't have to do anything about our desires yet. Just enjoy it.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. Enjoy it? How could I enjoy the ache between my legs that I knew I couldn't relieve? If I tried, I would ruin all we'd gained. But I couldn't stop my hips from canting into the pallet, seeking to relieve myself. Dear Gods, how had he dealt with this so calmly?
King Raventar chuckled.
Caught acting like an adolescent male without control, I flinched, flushed, and pushed away from him.
“Eliel, look at me.”
Sitting up, I hid behind my wings.
“Look at me!”
It was such a shock coming from him that my whole body jerked to obey him, twisting as my gaze sought his.
The King's eyes were aglow again, but it wasn't his gaze that he wanted my attention on. He lowered a hand to his waist. Just below the blunt tips of his fingers, his erection pressed against his pants. The button on his waistband popped free.
I gasped.
His hand hovered over the next button.
I nodded.
The next button slipped its confines. Then the next.
And with the last, his hard flesh popped free to jut proudly from his hips.
As if seeking my approval, it bobbed. Rising from a pelt of dark curls, the King's shaft was so wide that I knew my hand wouldn't encase it, and so long that both of my hands could fit on it, one atop the other.
Instead of being daunted by his size, I instantly imagined the feel of him in my mouth and how his tip would press against the back of my throat, seeking more.
I could smell his musk, intensified there, and my mouth watered.
Nearly mindless in need, my hand slid up my thigh to grasp my cock through my pants.
A lusty growl rose from the King. Still, I couldn't look away from his manhood. The plump tip glistened as a bead of moisture gathered over the slit. At the base, his heavy sacs tightened and lifted.
“Dear Goddess,” I whispered.
“Let me see you,” the King's voice slid through the night, a bare breeze of sound that nonetheless compelled me.
I undid the ties at my waist and pushed the loosened pants down, over my hips. The more I exposed, the more I wanted to expose, and as the King's stare consumed my man-flesh, I undid the ties at the sides of my tunic too. Lifting the fabric, I removed it and put it aside.
“You are beautiful, my foundling.”
“Foundling?” I bit my lower lip. “You called me that several times tonight.”
“That's what you are.” He gripped his cock and stroked it slowly. Voice tightening, he panted, “You were brought to me, a little lost bird, and I'm going to claim you, Eliel. You have been found.”
I groaned and touched myself, one hand plucking at my nipple as the other stroked my shaft. I slid my fingers down to cup my balls as if offering them to His Majesty, and then spread my legs as far as my pants would allow. My finger slid below.
“Let me see,” he demanded again.
I sat back to pull off my boots, and then my pants, setting them all aside.
Suddenly bold, I remained sitting, facing him, and spread my thighs wide.
But then the King sat up, his stare going molten and his hand working himself faster.
Anxiety rushed through me, but it wasn't about sex.
It was about me. I needed him to see all of me.
Right now. Before we went further. I had to know whether I was good enough for him.
If I could satiate him without touching him, I'd know he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
It would be easier to go slowly if we could have a little satisfaction.
I lay back and lifted my legs.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled. “Show me more. Please. Touch yourself there. Right where I want to take you.”
Reaching beneath my hips, I stretched my hand to my entrance and rubbed the sensitive skin, feeling it pucker in demand for more.
We groaned together, as if it were the King touching me.
But it got awkward with my legs lifted and my hand wedged beneath, especially with my wings to deal with.
So, I sat up. A wicked thought came to me.
Raven's gaze locked on mine. “What are you doing, my foundling?”
“Showing you what I want.” I rolled onto my hands and knees.
“Eliel,” he groaned when I lifted my ass and lowered my torso to brace myself on my head and chest.
After licking my finger, I put it back where we wanted it and pushed.
Eyes going wide, I felt pleasure surge through me.
I'd been worried that this might bring back terrible memories.
But I was doing the touching. I was in control.
And the thought of giving myself pleasure was surprisingly freeing.
I needed more! Biting my lip, I shoved my finger in as deep as it would go.
“Oh, fuck!” The King shifted, blankets rustling.
I angled my head to look at him. He was on his knees, his hand frantically working his cock, and his stare locked on my ass.
A wash of pride suffused me, shocking me nearly as much as the pleasure, and I thrust my finger into my body, showing the King what I wanted from him, but also what I was secure enough to give myself.
I was strong, beautiful, and in control of my own pleasure!
Beneath me, my cock wept with joy. This wasn't ruined for me.
I could find pleasure without the pain of my past creeping in.
With that epiphany, my climax rushed in, and I lurched to the side so I wouldn't come on the pallet.
Sprawled decadently on my wings, I gripped my shaft and directed my release onto the grass.
“Eliel!” The King was suddenly lying beside me, his body mimicking mine.
We stared at each other, our pleasure magnified by our simultaneous climaxes.
It felt magical. Seeing his cock send glistening streams onto the grass to meld with my release broke a barrier inside me.
This was glorious and pure. It was real and mine.
No, it was ours. As I moaned through a powerful release, the likes of which I hadn't felt in years, I allowed myself to fully enjoy the sight of Raven arching in rapturous release, his body shining in the moonlight and his lips parted.
He didn't close his eyes, and neither did I.
We remained present with each other, accepting what was given until we were both drained. No more to give. For now.
We crawled back to our pallets and lay down on our sides to stare at each other. It felt more intimate than any sex I'd ever had, and I wasn't in a rush to end it.
It was the King who finally sat up and pulled on his pants.
Following his lead, I did the same, putting on my clothing quickly.
I understood. With the adjustments he'd made to our tents, the flaps didn't hide us completely, and neither of us wanted to be caught naked by his knights in the morning.
Still, I was disappointed and didn't look at him again until I was fully dressed.
King Raventar was on his back again, his arms wide in the position he had taken before. “Come here, my foundling. It's time to rest.”
I went to him without hesitation and lay across him again, but this time, I angled my head so I could look at him. “That was the most beautiful thing I've ever done with another man.”
His hand stroked my hair back. “For me as well.” He lifted his head to kiss my forehead. “Perhaps tomorrow night we could go a little further.”
“How much further?”
“That is up to you, Eliel. It will always be your choice.”
I sighed and lowered my head. Listening to his strong heartbeat, I closed my eyes. With my ear pressed to his chest, his voice sounded even deeper when he spoke.
“But I hope you will put your mouth on me, and allow me to put mine on you.”
I shuddered and gasped, my hand clutching at his side. I knew he didn't mean kissing. Not on the lips. The Dragon King had something more erotic in mind. And now, I did as well.
Raven chuckled softly. “I'll take that as a yes. Goodnight, my foundling.”
“Goodnight, my Raven.”
The King made a sound very close to a cat's purr.