TO LOVE A KING
Venusian Trilogy 3
Elves are from Venus, wolf shifters come from Mars, vampires are from Saturn, and humans live on Earth... and one man is king of them all...and being the king of the universe has its advantages.
Learning he was king of the universe had been traumatic, but Nicky had learned to deal with it. He had even learned to deal with the fact that his lover was more than he was before. But, apparently, someone else was interested in what Cooper had become and they need Nicky out of the way to get to him.
When someone goes after Nicky with a psychic attack, Cooper is beside himself. This is something he doesn't know how to fight. But there might be someone who does, and he's the High Priest of Mars. Cooper just doesn't know if the monk can be trusted or if he has his own reasons for wanting to meet him.
When the attacks on Nicky turn deadly, Cooper does the only thing he can. He sends Nicky away. But not even the distance between them can keep him from loving his king.
“The monk that Councilman Turlock wanted you to go see on Mars? He’s demanding that you go see him before we return to Venus.”
Cooper’s eyebrows rose. “He’s demanding?”
“Yes, that is what I said." A muscle ticked in Baylor's jaw. "He demanded that you be presented to him immediately.”
Cooper’s eyebrows went up even further. “Presented?” Why did that make him feel like a prize Beagle at a dog competition? “And just why am I to present myself to him?”
“He didn’t say, sire,” Baylor replied. "He merely stated that you present yourself to him. You were not to go to Venus or Earth or anywhere except the Monastery of the Sourak on Mars. He said it was imperative that you listened to him.”
Cooper crossed his arms, the first furrow of anger beginning to burn in his belly. “A matter of life or death, huh?”
“I believe that was his intent, yes.”
“Excuse me, sire?”
“I don’t know what this monk’s agenda is but he doesn’t get to demand that I do anything. I take orders from Nicky and no one else.”
Baylor’s eyes shot to Nicky. “You take orders from the king, sire?”
“Baylor, we all take orders from Nicky, whether we know it or not.”
There was a ghost of a smile on Baylor’s face when he turned back. “I suppose you are correct, sire.”
Cooper leaned closer to Baylor. “Just don’t let Nicky hear you say that. We’ll never hear the end of it.”
Baylor paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression furrowing his brow as he glanced from Nicky to Cooper. “May I speak freely, sire?”
“Yes, please do.”
“I am unused to this manner in which you speak of King Nicolas. I know it is due to your familiarity with him added to the fact that you grew up with him merely being a friend and not the king of the galaxy, but are you sure this is not insulting to him?”
“I’m sure.” Cooper was actually warmed by Baylor’s concern. Baylor seemed to care for Nicky’s well-being above and beyond him being king. “Granted, there is a fine line between what is appropriate and what is not. And not everyone is the same on where that line is drawn, but Nicky is cool with it. He knows I love him even when I joke with him.”
"I admit that I am confused by your familiarity with His Majesty but I also see how happy he is just to be with you. That bond is rare, sire." Something hardened in Baylor's dark eyes, giving them a dangerous glint that told Cooper under no uncertain terms that a predator lay just beneath the surface. "Do not abuse the gift you have been given. It will not come again for a thousand years."
Confused, and admittedly impressed that Baylor was standing up for Nicky, he asked, "What do you mean?"
"Remember that I told you a true bond is rare?"
"It is said that once someone has found their true bond, their souls are entwined for all eternity. If one dies, the other soon follows, unable to be bare the separation. If they are separated, they won't find each other again for a thousand years."
Cooper felt a pang in his chest as he glanced at Nicky. He couldn't imagine living one second longer than his love but a thousand years without him? "That seems kind of unfair, Baylor. If this love is so great, why a thousand years?"
"No one knows, sire," Baylor replied. "But I believe it is because this love is so great. And because there is no greater bond, the price is higher."
That actually kind of made sense. The bond he felt for Nicky was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. It felt stronger than steel and yet as fragile as a flower. He knew it had to be nurtured in order to grow, and he intended to do just that.
"I appreciate your words, Baylor." Cooper gave the man a slight smile so he would know there were no hard feelings. "Nicky is the most important thing in my world and I'll do anything to keep him safe."
"I worry that it may not be enough, sire."
Cooper cocked his head as he tried to read the silent message in Baylor's words. "Why?" he asked when he couldn't solve the puzzle. "What aren't you telling me?"
"I worry what will happen when others learn that you are Marsovian."
"I thought the Marsovians were great warriors."
"They were, but they have been myth for so long, I fear many have forgotten their existence. If word gets out, many will not believe that it is true. Those that might know of the legend and believe you are Marsovian might try and use you in some manner that is in conflict with the High King's needs."
"I would never go against Nicky."
"You would not want to," Baylor said, "but if your total loyalty is to King Nicolas, what would you give if someone tried to use him?"
"You're talking about that situation with Melakon Tempest, aren't you?"
"That is a good example, yes."
Unfortunately, Cooper understood where Baylor was coming from. He just didn't like it. He crossed his arms, his unease growing by the second. "Do you have a suggestion?"
"As much as I dislike saying it, you might consider talking to that monk at the Monastery of the Sourak." Baylor's lips thinned for a moment as he paused, a hard glint coming into his eyes. "I don't trust this monk. I don't like the fact that he is demanding your presence. That feels wrong to me. But he may be the only man alive that truly knows of the Marsovians."
"If my being a Marsovian is such a problem, why would we even bring it up?" Cooper asked. The answer seemed simple enough. "Why not just keep it a secret?"
"I'm not sure going to see this monk is the best plan, Baylor." Reluctantly pulling his eyes away from Nicky's laughing face, he looked back at the man. "Isn't there anyone else that knows about Marsovians?"
"I'll look into it, sire, but I do not believe so." The man clasped his hands behind his back, once again looking like the confident captain that he was. "The myth of the Marsovian is so ancient that most only know about it from obscure history books and legends told down through the ages."
"I'm starting to feel like a fossil."
Baylor blinked. "I'm sorry, sire. I do not understand your reference to preserved remnants of the past."
Cooper chuckled. "You keep referring to my Marsovian DNA as something ancient, a myth. It makes me feel old."
"That was not my intention, sire. I merely wanted to point out the danger of not learning everything we can about being a Marsovian."
"No, I got that part, Baylor." Cooper drew in a breath, his eyes going back to Nicky. "I just hope whatever we learn doesn't make me extinct."
"People will know, sire. Secrets never keep. There will come a point when something will happen and you will not be able to hide what you are. It is better to be prepared for that eventuality than to think it will never come."
Cooper lifted Nicky into his arms and swung him around, sandwiching the smaller man between him and the bulkhead. The needy groan that left Nicky’s lips was pure agonizing frustration. Cooper had been teasing him for what seemed like an eternity, playing Nicky’s body like an instrument, bringing him to the edge of orgasm but never allowing him to come.
Cooper shuddered at the pleading in Nicky’s tone. Had he ever heard anything more arousing? “Tell me what you want, your majesty.” Cooper’s words were rough with passion, thick.
Cooper leaned down and nuzzled the side of Nicky’s neck. He loved the way the man smelled, like sunshine and acrylics. When Nicky’s head dropped back against the wall, Cooper licked up the side of his neck.
Nicky tasted just as good as he smelled.
“Cooper,” Nicky whimpered.
Cooper raised his head and looked down into Nicky’s sparkling grass green eyes. The man’s cheeks were flushed with arousal. He doubted the man had ever looked more beautiful, more stunning. He was everything perfect in the world—in any world—and he was all Cooper’s.
“Mine,” Cooper whispered almost reverently as he brushed the hair back from Nicky’s face. He felt something well up from deep inside of him, something that chocked him up.
Nicky’s heart pounded in an erratic rhythm. “Yes.”
Cooper’s mouth covered Nicky’s hungrily. It was just as gentle as it was furious. Cooper moved his mouth over Nicky’s, devouring, demanding a response from the man that owned him, heart and soul.
Cooper pulled him roughly, almost violently, to him. Nicky melted against him as if they were made to go together. They were. Some powerful entity somewhere had created the perfect man for Cooper and that man was in Cooper’s arms.
Cooper touched Nicky everywhere, trying to touch every inch of Nicky’s soft, silky skin Nicky’s hands slipped up Cooper’s arms to his shoulders, pulling him closer. He wanted to feel their bodies press together.
Nicky’s breath hitched when Cooper reached down between Nicky’s thighs, his fingers brushing against Nicky’s puckered entrance.
“Oh, god!” Nicky cried out when Cooper slid a finger inside of him. Cooper watched the man come apart in his arms as he moved his finger, pushing it in and then pulling it out. It was a sight he would never grow tired of.
When Cooper went to add another, Nicky spread his thighs. The next time Cooper’s fingers moved in him, Nicky lifted his hips as if to impale himself even further. Cooper kept his touch light and teasing as he pressed his fingers into the man’s sensitive hole.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Nicky groaned, his body instinctively arching toward Cooper, reaching for him. “More, please, now, Cooper,” Nicky pleaded. “Take me now.”
Cooper could not more deny Nicky than he could keep from breathing. He pulled his fingers free. Cooper kept his gaze locked with Nicky’s as the flames leaping between them grew. Time stood still, the world around them disappearing as Cooper pushed his cock into Nicky’s tight ass. It seemed to take forever and yet not long enough.
Finally, Cooper seemed to be in all of the way.
When Nicky whimpered, Cooper brushed the hair back from Nicky’s face. “I have you, Nicky. Let it go.”
Nicky cried out, his body trembling. His head dropped back on his shoulders and he groaned. It was unintelligible sound but crystal clear in its volume. A deep groan of need, Nicky’s need.
Cooper growled and grabbed Nicky’s hips, lifting him up and then letting him drop back down, impaling him. His movements started out slow, a gentle thrust as he sank his aching cock deep into Nicky’s tight channel.
And then Nicky’s inner muscles clenched around him like a silken glove and Cooper lost all control. One moment he was frozen in place, and the next he pounded into Nicky as if his life depended on it. Each thrust pushed his cock into the tightest grip imaginable. Each withdraw pulled him to the edge of bliss.
"Please," Nicky begged.
Nicky started panting heavily, his hands clenched in Cooper’s hair. His entire body seized as he cried out as cum shot from his cock, splattering between the two of them. The heavy scent of Nicky’s pleasure wrapped around Cooper, sinking into his pores, and marking him on a cellular level. He doubted he would ever be drawn to another person in his life like he was Nicky.
Cooper roared as his orgasm suddenly grabbed a hold of him. He shoved his thick cock as deep into Nicky’s ass as he could possibly go and then his world exploded as spurt after spurt of seed shot from his cock and filled Nicky until it leaked out of his ass.
The ecstasy that ripped through him came from his soul. Nicky’s unique smell was mixing with his own. There was something about that that calmed Cooper’s inner beast. He wanted everyone to know he had claimed this man and made him his.
Once he could breathe again, Cooper stroked his hand down Nicky's chest as his rapid panting slowed to a low rise and fall. Nicky’s head flopped back against the wall. He reached out and brushed the sweat dampened hair back from his face.
Nicky’s eyes sparkled like emeralds as he smiled. “I pray that never gets old.”