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King’s Command
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By Stormy Glenn &
Olivia Black
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By the King’s Command…
Called before the new king,
Laird Artúr was shocked to see his old lover walking through the door. His anger
ignited when the king commanded they mate and fortify his borders to the north.
He was heartbroken when he discovered that his new mate had no recollection of
their time together. Can he forgive Dainéal and let go of the past to build a
future or will his resentment end what they could have before it
begins?
Laird Dainéal balks at
being commanded to mate, especially to a man he knows has to be insane. Despite
how much Artúr insists that they have met before, Dainéal has no memory of the
man. And he would have remembered a man that was so sexy he made Dainéal’s teeth
ache.
Commanded by their king to
establish a stronghold to the north, Artúr and Dainéal have to fight not only
their past but those that want to keep them from their future. When betrayal
comes from within, the bond between them may be the only thing that saves them.
STORY
EXCERPT
Artúr groaned as he rolled
over and snuggled against the warm naked body curled up on the mattress next to
him. He probably shouldn’t have drunk so damn much the night before but the
party had been going so well, and the drinks flowing like
water.
His head was pounding. Oh
wait. That was the door.
With the thought of killing
whoever was making his head throb, Artúr rolled to the side of the bed and got
to his feet. He winced when his bare feet touched the cold stone floor. He
missed the furs he had at home. Artúr stumbled to the large wooden door, and
flung it open, ready to take the head off of whoever had interrupted his sleep.
Or not.
“Can I help you?” he asked
as he took in the two extremely large royal guards standing in his doorway.
Well, they kind of stood just beyond it. They wouldn’t fit in his doorway at the
same time. Artúr wasn’t even sure they would fit through the doorway one at a
time.
What did they feed these
guys?
Oh, right…cows…entire
cows.
“Laird Artúr,” one of the
guards said in a booming voice that made Artúr wince, “the king has requested
your presence in the throne room.”
Artúr blinked.
“Now?”
It wasn’t even light out
yet. Artúr was pretty sure he had just gone to sleep. And he had really been
enjoying himself. The cute little cocktail server he had taken to his bed last
night was still tucked in his bed, which was exactly where Artúr wanted to
be.
When the guard just
continued to look down at him with a deadpan expression, Artúr rolled his eyes.
These guys had no mercy, or sense of humor. “Do I have time to take a shower?”
It wasn’t against the law to appear before the king smelling of sex but it was
kind of rude.
The guard leaned forward
and sniffed, his lip curling back in a disgusted grimace. Considering he was
standing there stark ass naked with a gorgeous little blond in his bed, what had
created that smell shouldn’t have been surprising.
“Ten minutes,” The guard
said.
“Thank you.”
“We’ll
wait.”
Or course they would. Both
guards turned and took up positions in front of the door. Artúr stared at them
for a moment before remembering he only had ten minutes. He shut the door and
turned, rubbing his hand down his face as he tried to pull together the
inebriated brain cells in his head.
Called before the
king.
While the previous night
was a little bit of a blur, Artúr was pretty sure he hadn’t done anything that
would bring his clan shame or land him in the dungeon. And, while he wasn’t the
king’s favorite, he wasn’t his enemy either.
Things had been tense in
the highlands but they were tense everywhere. Relation between humans and
dragons had been tense for centuries. It was nothing new. And even if they were
tense, there had been no real battles between the two races in several
years.
After taking over as laird
after his father’s death, he had worked very hard to bring about a truce between
his clan and the dragon clutch that shared his highland territory. So far,
except for a few small skirmishes by idiots with too much time on their hands
and alcohol in their systems, things had been relatively quiet.
Artúr was really hoping to
keep it that way.
He walked into the bathroom
and climbed into the tub, thankful for the wonderful copper tubing that brought
hot water into his bath with the turn of knob. Artúr scrubbed down, doing the
quickest wash job he had done since military school. Shit, shower, and shave. He
had been an expert at getting it done in under ten minutes. Of course, that had
been over fifteen years ago. He preferred long hot soaks in the tub now days.
Artúr dried himself off
just enough so that his clothes wouldn’t stick to his body and then walked back
into the bedroom, heading straight to his traveling bag. Thankfully, he had
packed for a few days when he had been ordered to attend the king’s coronation—a
month long affair.
He grabbed out a clean pair
of black leather pants with matching black leather vest. The white shirt he wore
underneath the vest was tight around his torso but loose in the arms, tapering
down to his wrists. Artúr finished off his outfit with black leather boots that
came up to just below his knees and his silver ceremonial dagger in a sheath at
his hip.
Artúr ran his fingers
through his hair as he headed for the door, pulling it open and stepping out. He
cast one last regretful look at the gorgeous little man still sleeping in his
bed and then shut the door. He would so much rather be back in bed with the sexy
little server right now. Attending the king first thing in the morning was not
his idea of a good time. Still, an order was an order and if he was going to be
restrained, he preferred to do it with a lover and not the guy in charge of the
dungeon…unless he was really cute.
Artúr waved his hand,
gesturing down the hallway. “Lead the way.”
ADULT
EXCERPT
Artúr moaned and shifted
under the thick blanket. He was having the most amazing dream, but somehow he
knew he was waking up from it. He didn’t want it to end. Warm moisture
surrounded his cock as suction slowly built, sending his body into a whirlwind
of pleasure that he hoped never to recover from.
Shivers coursing throughout
Artúr’s body as tingles of sheer delight spread across his skin from the warmth
of Dainéal’s body. His legs fell to the side as his head rolled back. This was
too much. Dainéal’s tongue was teasing his cock as the dragon lapped at his
shaft, running his tongue along the length.
“Shit!” Artúr shouted when
Dainéal began to hum around his dick. The vibrations were felt all the way to
his toes. Dainéal’s unnaturally long tongue flickered over the very tip of
Artúr’s cock, his lips creating a vacuum seal around his shaft, nearly making
him come.
Dainéal murmured Artúr’s
name around his cock, sending Artúr into a wild frenzy of lust. He began to fuck
Dainéal’s mouth in earnest, watching as the head of his cock slid down the
dragon’s throat over and over again. Artúr’s legs shook, his body stiffening as
his orgasm drew ever closer.
Was it too early to come?
His back arched, and he
cried out when Dainéal slid his fingers into Artúr’s ass, making his cum erupt
in spurts of white ribbons. Artúr’s head rolled back, his mouth hanging open as
his orgasm took over. He was powerless and mindless right now as the feeling of
lightning shot through his body.
“My
turn.”
Artúr blinked, trying to
clear his cloudy vision.
His turn?
“Wha—Oh, mother of pearl!”
Artúr’s entire body clenched as he was impaled on the glorious studded dick from
his dreams, one that inquisitively poked and prodded in all the right places.
The arched ridges that encircled the thick shaft scraped along Artúr’s sweet
spot with every thrust.
The astonishing length and
impressive girth took Artúr’s breath away. It had been way too many years since
he had felt something of that size in his ass.
Glancing up, Artúr saw that
Dainéal’s vivid blue eyes burned with an intense hunger that took Artúr’s breath
away. The dragon was going to eat him alive.
Artúr closed his eyes and
pushed back. One hard thrust buried the thick, steel-hard erection into Artúr’s
body to the hilt. Artúr could feel his heart struggling to keep up with the
demands his arousal was placing on it as Dainéal began to move inside of
him.
“I’m going to fuck you
until I come in your hot, tight ass,” Dainéal whispered into Artúr’s
ear.
“God, yes!” His throbbing
cock bobbed gracefully, the cool air sweeping around its heat, teasing Artúr
further. He arched his back higher as a breathless moan escaped his lips “So
deep…inside. God, Dainéal…I can feel you.”
Dainéal pounded Artúr’s ass
harder. Artúr’s body arched into the dragon’s as Dainéal plunged into him over
and over again, the small nubs that line the length of Dainéal’s cock caressing
him, enticing him, drawing a moan from deep within his soul. Every inch of his
body was hypersensitive and greedy for the man’s touch. Artúr couldn’t get close
enough, couldn’t hold Dainéal tight enough. He was desperate, a coil of need
tightening inside of him.
Artúr tightened his inner
muscles as the ridges that ran from the root of Dainéal's shift up to his
bellybutton rubbed along the sensitive sac beneath his cock. There was so much
stimulation, Artúr didn’t know how much longer he would last.
“Dainéal…oh
my…fuck…Dainéal…” It had been so long since he had felt this level of ecstasy.
No one he had been with over the last fifteen years had given Artúr this much
pleasure.
Only Dainéal.
And Dainéal was driving him
insane with pleasure as it washed over Artúr’s body. His balls drew up tight
against his body and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Not when Dainéal was fucking
him so thoroughly.
“Artúr!” Dainéal cried,
“Can't stop, can't…”
“Do it!” Artúr said when he
saw that Dainéal’s canines had dropped down.
When Dainéal bit into
Artúr’s shoulder, that was all she wrote. Artúr arched his back and screamed as
the pleasure burst inside of him. With a rush of liquid that would have
terrified him at any other time, Artúr came, and came hard. Dainéal plunged deep
and hard, elongating Artúr’s climax. Never had he come so hard and so
exhaustingly. It felt like his seed was being jerked from his soul rather than
the tight sac beneath his cock.
Hips sharply pistoned,
meeting Artúr's ass with every upward thrust, breaths became short and ragged.
With a lick of his long tongue, Dainéal sealed the wound and gave a few more
thrusts, then buried himself deep as he came hard.
Artúr’s breath caught again
when the Dainéal’s cock, already impossibly hard and huge in his ass, thickened,
anchoring the dragon inside of Artúr as he pumped his seed deep within Artúr’s
ass.
As he went boneless,
Dainéal’s rocking motion slowed before the bigger man finally rolled them to the
side, their bodies drenched in sweat. The room smelled strongly of sex and sweet
pheromones. Artúr took deep gulps of air, trying to catch his breath. It took a
few minutes before his brain began to finally function once more.
Part of him wanted to
regret what had just happened, but he couldn’t. Even after all the years apart,
when Dainéal touched him, it felt the exact same. The dragon had the ability to
rip his heart wide open and make him feel.
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