54. Oh King, My King
~ YILAN ~
He stood over me, his shirt off and leathers open, looming so tall and broad I couldn’t see any of the room beyond him. His eyes gleamed with heat and a little bit of surprise.
He wasn’t the only one.
I’d expected to be excited when he was crowned. I’d expected to be a little nervous about it. I had even expected to have to stifle my desire to compete with him when he first started issuing orders.
I hadn’t expected that crown to turn me on.
It had started the moment he stood up with it on and looked down at me, his eyes shining.
It worsened when we left the lodge and I had a chance to see him walking unself-consciously with that jeweled coronet pressed over his hair.
By the time we made it to the Palace, my belly thrummed.
Walking through the halls, watching everyone finally give him the recognition he deserved lit a fire in me.
Now that we were alone in our chambers I was quivering with it. My fingers trembled getting his buttons undone—even though it obviously wasn’t on his mind until I started touching him.
But I didn’t care. There was something in me that ached to be close to him, and strangely felt smaller. In a good way.
I found I wanted to submit to him. Wanted him to issue me a command .
It was strange and wonderful and I wasn’t quite sure why it was happening, but Melek must have felt something through the bond, because as I continued to strip him bare, he caught my face and made me look up.
Under the golden band of that gleaming, bejeweled crown, his eyes were narrowed and searching mine.
My breath stopped when he leaned down, but he didn’t kiss me. Then he smiled.
“What’s gotten into you?”
I smiled shyly, but desire was rocketing through me. “I find myself… flustered by the sight of you in a crown.”
His brows shot up, but his smile didn’t disappear. “Flustered?”
I cleared my throat. “Aroused.”
His smiled broadened and grew smug. “Is that right?” I nodded. His eyes glinted. “You like a powerful man, Yilan?” he purred.
“Yes—you’ve always been powerful,” I said breathlessly, dodging the question.
“I can feel you,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming. “I can feel you wanting me.”
“I’ve always wanted you, too.”
“Not like this.”
I swallowed. “It’s been a big day and now you have a crown. I like it.”
His grip on my face tightened and he used his thumb to tip up my chin, bending down so that our noses almost touched.
“You want me more because I’m King?”
I shook my head and confusion shadowed his gaze. “I want you because you’re my King,” I breathed.
Then, I couldn’t resist, I took his hands from my face and dropped to my knees in front of him, never breaking eye-contact. But that meant craning my head back to keep looking up at him when I got low.
“Tell me what to do,” I breathed. “Tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”
His face went blank. He stared.
At first I thought I’d upset him. Then he spoke and his voice was a dark gravel, heavy with need. “You want an order, mate?” he rumbled, the sound fluttering in my belly.
I licked my lips again and his eyes dropped to watch my tongue wet them. “Yes,” I breathed .
Melek leaned down, his pupils dilating until his bright eyes were almost black. “You want to submit, Yilan?” he rasped.
I nodded, my heart racing when he slid his fingers into my hair and gripped it, pulling through the carefully constructed twists until every clip and pin pinged to the floor. Then he grabbed fistfuls of it and tugged my head back.
“Well, I want you messy and flustered,” he growled, nipping at my neck before he reached down to pick me up from the floor.
I gave a little shriek because my stomach swooped when he lifted me so quickly. But as soon as I was on my feet, he was on me, his hands everywhere, tongue in my mouth, his breath fluttering across my cheek.
The sound of tearing fabric made me gasp, but I didn’t have time to think before he was tossing my destroyed clothing aside and had me in his arms again, lifting me to his chest and pulling me with him—not to the bed as I’d expected, but to the large chair in the corner of the room.
His shoulders heaved with his panting breath, but he went still again.
I swallowed. “Tell me what you want, Your Majesty.”
He groaned like a man dying, then sank into the chair, his knees wide.
I knelt between his feet, then took him in my hands, marveling again at the size of him—though I was a little nervous too.
I hadn’t done this much and now that I was face to face with him, I just prayed I could take enough to make it pleasurable for him.
I stroked him with both hands and his breath grew ragged. Then I looked up to find him staring down at me, eyes black and teeth bared… and that crown on his head.
Need bolted through me and I leaned over his lap keeping my elbows against my side so my breasts would stay up, then opened my mouth and licked the length of him from base to tip before putting him in my mouth.
Melek’s head snapped back and he muttered a curse. His legs twitched as I took as much of him as I could, stroking the rest of him with my hands. I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but when his hands fisted in my hair and he groaned my name, I decided it didn’t matter, because he was enjoying it.
I circled the top of him with my tongue between sucks and felt very proud of myself when Melek gave a tortured groan. Yet soon, I was uncertain again. Should I just keep doing the same thing to continue to bring him pleasure? Or was I supposed to know… other tricks?
Slick, salty fluid leaked from him and his legs quivered as I kept at the task. Then he groaned and tipped his chin down again, pinning me with his eyes.
“I want your flesh slick,” he graveled. “And your voice breaking on my name. I want you so needy you forget you have a crown—are you sure you want to submit to me, Yilan?”
I came off him to answer, meeting that dark gaze with a fluttering in my heart. “I’m sure.”
He went still, his eyes gleaming with lust. Then his hands yanked out of my hair and he leaned forward, sweeping me up bodily and pulling me into his lap.
I giggled like a girl and would have been mortified, but Melek growled, then spread my legs and pulled me onto him in a single thrust.
I groaned and shuddered as he fisted his hands in my hair again, pulling my head down to whisper in my ear, his voice ragged and hoarse.
“Let go. Sit back. Stop touching me.”
When I hesitantly did as he said, taking my hands from his shoulders, Melek pulled me against him, driving into me in sharp thrusts, his fingers clawed in my hair pulling me backwards as he leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples into his wide open mouth.
I cried out, trembling and jerking when the bolts of pleasure crackled through me. But every time I reached for him, he hissed at me to let go. So I was left sitting on him, arched back, arms loose and dangling.
Still, I panted, aching deep in my core, needing him more every time he withdrew.
I started rising on my knees so I could sink to meet him, to increase the contact, but he growled again.
“Helpless, Yilan,” he snarled. “I want you helpless.”
I sighed and let him take all my weight on the arm clamped at my lower back. Melek gave a low, guttural moan as he sucked and nipped my breasts.
Then he began to pound, lifting me, pulling me down to meet him.
“Don’t… stop!” I gasped, clawing both hands into his hair just to have something to hold onto .
“Is that any way to speak to your King?” he snarled, then drew out of me.
“Wait! What—”
Melek sat up, but pushed me to lean back over his arm again as he reached between us.
I smiled and relaxed, thinking he’d position himself for me—but instead he slid his hard length between my ass cheeks.
Then he leaned back again, growling, “Don’t move,” his eyes raking down my body to watch himself as he slid two fingers into me, curling them, beckoning me, and with every roll of my hips and curl of his fingers, he sent pleasure rippling up my spine.
“Oh, shit. Melek… oh shit.”
He gave a rough chuckle, but it didn’t last as I leaned further back so his fingers reached higher inside me and moaned as my body jolted, the promise of an orgasm rocking through me.
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, giving him all my weight, focusing on that delicious sensation and the climbing bliss in my body.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Yilan,” Melek croaked as his hips jumped under me and the pace of his touch increased.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, squeaking as my body tightened with every stroke and I shook, searching for that crest that was so close… so close . “Please… please… oh fuck—”
But just as I was about to fall into that ocean of bliss, Melek gave another low chuckle and removed his hand, pulling me up again.
“Melek!” I gasped, staring at him in horror.
“That’s Your Majesty ,” he rasped. I spluttered, but then he lifted my hips and pulled me down onto him. Harder.
My jaw dropped and my breath stopped as he filled me so full I felt it in the soles of my feet.
I shuddered. Suddenly I was right there again, right on the back of that wave, unbreathing, my body pulsing.
Melek snapped back, his heels scraping on the floor, his head falling over the back of the chair as he gripped my ass in both hands and drove me, up and down, clawing his fingers into the thick muscle and calling my name as I let my body arch back over his knees, high, keening noises breaking in my throat with every thrust—until the wave crested and my body went taut.
My eyes rolled back and the world spun. I was aware of nothing except that ecstatic bliss rushing from where we joined through my bloodstream, fed to every extremity .
Strange noises that were supposed to be his name clawed out of my throat as my body. Arched back and trembling, my body clenching over him, Melek broke too.
One of his hands shot out to clamp on the back of my neck and pull me down on him as he drove into me, our bodies writhing together, twitching.
I was shuddering, gasping as he pumped and rocked, wringing every ounce of pleasure from me.
When that final wave crashed on the shore of my soul then drained away, Melek groaned and pulled me forward onto his chest.
At some point I blinked and returned to consciousness, collapsed on his chest, my head resting under his chin, my sweaty body plastered to his.
It was minutes before I could lift my head to look at him. I was very gratified to find him still slumped back like he was utterly spent.
But when I groaned and pushed up on his chest, he lifted his head slowly, his eyes opening to meet mine.
I wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiling as I straightened the crown, which had almost fallen off.
But Melek growled and grabbed for it, pulling it off, and reaching over the arm of the chair to let it drop safely to the floor.
“No! Melek!” I complained, but he just caught my chin and kissed me deeply.
And when he broke the kiss, he pulled his head back far enough to meet my eyes, grinning.
“Don’t worry, mate. If that’s what the crown does to you, I’ll wear it every damn night.”