SOUTHERN
HEAT
King’s Command
3
By Stormy Glenn &
Olivia Black
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By the King’s Command…
Diego de la Vega is quite
pleased with the king’s command to mate the dragon leader, Xavier Rodriquez. The man’s
strength and bravery in battle were legendary, as were the scars that marred his
massive body. But there is a vast distance between admiration and love, and
despite Diego’s efforts, he’s not sure the two of them can find a middle
ground.
Xavier Rodriquez is a man used to the rigors of battle
and being alone to lick his wounds. Experience has taught him that the scars
littering his body would disgust even the most indiscriminant of lovers. When
Diego says he sees them as symbols of valor, Xavier is skeptical, growing even
more so when Diego’s gorgeous ex-lover appears, claiming to want Diego
back.
Trust
is not an easy thing and neither is accepting a mate with all their faults.
Stubbornness and the need to protect their hearts might be more dangerous to
their mating than the mysterious foe bent on stealing their territory, and maybe
even their lives.
STORY EXCERPT
Don Diego de la Vega
whistled as he got dressed. Being called to the king’s castle for the
inauguration was a gift as far as he was concerned. It was a vacation that he’d
desperately needed, an excuse to get away for a little while. He hoped the
distance would solve some of his problems or at least make them disappear for a
short time.
When a knock sounded on the
door, Diego strode over and opened it without checking who it was first. He
regretted that move the second he opened the door.
“Hello, gorgeous,” his
ex-lover Paolo crooned as he leaned against the doorframe, smoothing his hair
back as he preened.
Diego rolled his eyes as
his once calm mood soured. The man standing in front of him was one of the
things Diego had been trying to escape. He wasn’t even sure how the man had
gotten into the king’s castle. Had he received an
invite?
“You need to leave.” Diego
told him
Paolo pushed out his bottom
lip, pouting. It was a look that used to get Paolo pretty much whatever he
wanted. Not anymore. Now, it just made the man seem desperate. “You don’t mean
that, querido.”
“I’m not your darling,”
Diego snapped. “I stopped being your darling the second I discovered you balls
deep inside some guy’s ass.”
Diego still grew furious
every time he thought about coming home early to spend a little time with his
lover of six months and finding him fucking some guy he picked up at a local
tavern.
“It wasn’t serious, mi amor. Just one of those things,”
Paolo simpered as his hand fluttered at the low neckline of his tunic. “I was
lonely. You had been gone for so long and I was missing
you.”
Diego let out a snort and
rolled his eyes heavenward. Why did cheaters always have a lame excuse? Did this
primadonna actually believe that Diego was desperate enough to forgive him?
Diego wasn’t desperate. He’d never forgive a lover for cheating on him. It was
an unforgivable sin.
“You will leave,” Diego ordered in a commanding tone,
and Paolo straightened instantly. The man knew he wasn’t playing any games. Even
though they had been lovers, Diego was still the leader of his people and Paolo
knew it.
“Turn around and go home. You aren’t welcome here
anymore.”
“But…” Paulo started.
Diego
shut the door in his face.
Turning on his heel, he exhaled, trying to push his
irritation and Paolo out of his system. The man had used him to gain status and
once he was set up, he’d turned on Diego. He wasn’t in love with the man, but
still his ego was slightly bruised.
“Fuck!” He shouted when he heard another knock at the
door. Why couldn’t Paolo just move on? He was sick of the rollercoaster ride. It
was time to get off.
“Why won’t you go away?” he asked as he jerked the door
open and came face to face with two extremely large royal guards. Clearing his
throat, Diego let go of his anger and stood a little straighter. “What can I do
for you, gentlemen?”
“Don Diego de la Vega, the
king has requested your presence in the throne room.”
“Of course,” Diego smiled.
“Lead the way.”
Stepping out into the
hallway, Diego looked both ways, but didn’t spot Paolo anywhere. He breathed out
a sigh of relief, closing the door behind him before following the guards down
the hallway.
He couldn’t for the life of
him figure out why the king would want to see him. As territories went, his was
pretty damn small. They had a lot of activity along their border as they faced
the sea and many thought they could come in with ships and take over. They
quickly learned they were wrong.
But that still didn’t
explain why the king would want to see him. Diego regularly sent in reports of
the activity along the coastline. Things were pretty much the same as they had
been for years. Nothing new. He didn’t think a new king would be interested in
what he had to report.
Maybe he was
wrong.
The two
guards stopped at a huge pair of double door, and Diego tried to remain calm even
though he was anxious to find out why the king wanted to see him. The doors
opened and the guards ushered him inside. As he walked toward the golden throne
at the far end of the room, he tried not to make eye contact with the new king.
He didn’t want to do anything to offend the man that could result in serious
punishment.
There was another man there
wearing a long flowing purple robe. Diego recognized him as the king’s advisor.
He stood to one side of the throne with two heavily armed guards.
“Your majesty,” Diego said
when he reached the bottom of the steps leading up to the dais where the king
sat. He dropped down onto one knee, crossing his arm over his chest, his fist
resting over his heart and waited for the man to acknowledge
him.
“You may rise,” the king’s
voice boomed.
Diego rose and clasped his
hands behind his back. He stared at a spot over the king’s head, keeping his
posture perfectly straight, awaiting the king’s orders.
“You are dismissed,” the
king waved his hand and Diego’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“Yes, your majesty,” Diego
started to bow once more and the king chuckled.
“Not you, Don de la Vega.
I’m dismissing my advisor and guards.” The king’s words were met by protests
from his advisor, but eventually, Diego was left alone with the king. “Please
relax, Diego. You are not marching to your doom.”
So he said. Diego wasn’t
quite so sure.
ADULT EXCERPT
The silence stretched between them until Diego thought
he might lose his mind. He couldn’t understand the dragon’s insecurities. The
man was gorgeous. He probably had men begging for his attention by the hundreds.
Diego almost growled at the thought. He’d have to put an end to that right away.
If they were going to be mated, other men were defiantly a
no-no.
Diego watched him closely as Xavier inspected their
ribbon bound wrists. He appeared to be trying to figure out a way to disconnect
them and Diego couldn’t allow that. He wanted the huge dragon. He wanted to
climb the beast like a monkey on a tree.
Taking matters into his own hands, Diego surprised
Xavier by gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling him down, connecting
their lips. The dragon instantly froze, but that didn’t stop Diego from moving
his mouth. He swiped out his tongue along the seam of Xavier’s closed lips and
the man opened, granting Diego entrance.
Diego wrapped his arms around Xavier’s neck and moved
closer, molding their bodies together. He started moving his hips, desperate for
the dragon. In a surprising move, Xavier growled and picked him up. He took a
few steps and deposited Diego on the bed. When his back hit the mattress, the
dragon disconnected their lips. Xavier sat on the edge of the mattress. He was
breathing heavily as he pressed his palm against his crotch.
“What’s wrong?” Diego couldn’t figure it out.
The dragon’s dick was hard, pressing against the front
of his pants. Why had he stopped? When Xavier didn’t respond, Diego began to
wonder if the man had any experience with other men. It seemed unreal since the
guy was gorgeous, but stranger things had happened. Taking the initiative, Diego started
stripping down.
“What are you doing?” Xavier
whispered.
Diego blinked up at him in surprise, his shirt half way
off his shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“We don’t need to do anything.”
Diego chuckled, “I know we don’t need to do anything, but I want you to do
me.”
“You do?” He asked skeptically.
“Absolutely,” Diego’s eyes practically crossed as they
slowly traveled down the man’s body. “I want you naked, fucking me from behind.
Do you think you can handle that?”
Xavier cleared his throat and Diego’s eyes shot back up
to the man’s face. He seemed to be thinking about something serious, his brows
furrowed as he stared into Diego’s eyes. He didn’t say a word, just nodded once
before he started taking off his clothes.
Diego stared dumbfounded as miles of naked flesh was
exposed. When he dropped his pants, Diego’s mouth dropped as well.
“Oh my,” he purred in approval.
Xavier’s cock was different from any humans Diego had
ever seen, and not only in length and girth. There were ridges, thick veins that
ran the length of the hard erection, and nubs that promised unimaginable
pleasure. And if Diego’s guess was right, Xavier was around ten inches in length
and two in diameter.
Hot damn!
“Do I please you?”
“More than you know.” Licking his lips, Diego got to his
knees and shuffled closer to the dragon.
Wrapping both of his hands around the base of the
dragon’s super-sized shaft, Diego leaned forward and wrapped his lips around
Xavier’s cock. He pulled the flesh into his mouth, twirling his tongue around
the head, swallowing the pre-cum. Diego did his best to take the length down his
throat, but it was an impossible task.
The dragon growled, palming Diego’s skull, as he started
moving his hips. “More.”
Diego followed his orders, bobbing his head up and down,
building up his pace. He was desperate to please his dragon mate. He wanted to
show Xavier how great they would be together if the man could open up and give
them a chance.
“Swallow me,” Xavier gripped the sides of Diego’s face,
fucking his mouth. “Take me down your throat.”
Xavier threw back his head and shouted out his pleasure
as Diego did exactly as he demanded. Thick salty-sweet spunk shot across his
tongue and Diego swallowed repeatedly. He did his best, taking Xavier’s load,
but some dribbled out, down his chin. He continued to suck on the dragon’s shaft
until Xavier pulled back.
He looked down at Diego, a small smile tugging at the
sides of his mouth. With the worry lines around his eyes smoothed out, the
dragon looked almost happy.
Wrapping his arms around Diego’s waist, Xavier lifted
him and turned his body, placing him on his hands and knees. “My turn.” He
spread Diego’s ass cheeks before burying his face between them.
“Fuck!” Diego shouted, his eyes rolling back as the
dragon licked, nibbled, and covered his hole in saliva. The strong appendage
pushed inside of Diego’s ass, fucking him. “So good,” he shivered.
“Mmmm,” Xavier shook his head as if trying to move
closer.
“Please…” Diego panted. He couldn’t wait another minute.
“Fuck me. Give me your cock.”
Xavier apparently didn’t need to be told twice. He knelt
behind Diego, gripping the meaty flesh of his ass, massaging him before slowly
pushing his hard shaft into Diego’s body. He could feel the skin stretching,
opening up to accept the dragon’s wide girth. His body seemed to suck the
massive erection in, Xavier’s cock sinking deeper and deeper until he was fully
buried inside Diego’s body.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out.
He’d never felt so full. The dragon’s shaft touched
places that no normal human cock could reach. If he hadn’t been stretched, Diego
knew he’d be in a lot of pain. He felt a shot of heat fill his ass and looked
over his shoulder.
Did the dragon come?
“It’s my cumtube,” Xavier simply said as if that
answered his questions.
The dragon’s hands stroked up the length of Diego’s back
and around his waist, running his fingers over his abs and chest. He caressed
Diego’s body holding him carefully as if he were a fragile piece of glass that
might break at any moment. Xavier leaned over his back, covering him completely,
their bodies aligning.
Xavier licked the shell of Diego’s ear before
whispering, “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“You feel so good inside of me.” Diego tilted his head,
brushing his lips along the man’s strong jaw.
Moving his head away a bit, Xavier peered at him
suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. “What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you,” Diego replied.
Duh.
