But this is what Dragons do. We are promiscuous out of necessity. The only way to find our mates is to have sex with them. That being said, I was one of the few Dragons not looking for my mate. I was promiscuous because I enjoyed sex. The mating thing merely gave me an excuse to sleep around. Technically, anyone could be my mate. It was my responsibility to make sure I checked every possibility. Sometimes, it could take weeks or even months before the mating magic rose.
As the King's hand slipped around my waist and down to squeeze my ass, I knew it would take at least a couple of weeks for me to be certain he wasn't my mate—about as long as I'd be in Kansu. It was my duty as a Dragon and a diplomat to fuck the Sea King until we were both very, very satisfied. And I never shirked my duties.
Chapter Two
Spots of color burst across my vision. Thought left me. Reason didn't exist. Pleasure. Just pleasure remained. Running down my spine, filling my mouth, gripping my cock.
And all we were doing was kissing.
Groaning, I slid my hand over King Jucai's chest and pinched his nipple through the silk. The King arched into my touch even as he pulled me closer. Threading my hands through his long hair, I sighed into his mouth. The weight and feel of those silken locks summoned naughty images to my mind. I saw myself lying beneath him, his body wedged between my thighs, and his hair falling around us to block out the rest of the world.
King Jucai stepped back, and I floundered, lips aching for more. Holding my gaze, he removed his crown and hung it over a railing post. His belt went next, tossed carelessly onto the ground. Breath held, I watched him untie his wrap tunic and slip it off, revealing a sculpted chest free of hair. Rosebud nipples begged for attention, and I would have gladly succumbed to their will if only Jucai hadn't untied his pants.
I think once you've seen a man's cock, you can call him by his first name. With a king, however, I should probably limit such familiarity to my thoughts.
And what a cock it was. I had to clench my teeth to hold back a whimper. A thing of beauty, his shaft had girth without being too thick and was long enough to hit all the right spots without going too deep. Its pale length blushed pink at the tip, and as I watched, a bead of glistening liquid formed there.
The King let his pants fall, put his hands on his hips, and looked at me expectantly.
I blinked. No, he couldn't be. Was he expecting me to suck him off? I wanted to, of course, but his arrogant expectation ruined that desire. Even worse, he looked as if this was normal for him. It was how he began all sexual interactions. No man likes to be a foregone conclusion.
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
The Sea King frowned. He looked down at himself as if there might be something there that shouldn't be. I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing. I had every intention of bedding him, but refusing him something he assumed I'd give was a fun prelude.
I raised my eyebrows.
“Is something wrong?” King Jucai asked.
“Is there a reason you're looking at me as if I should drop to my knees and worship you?”
Jucai's expression shifted into shock and then confusion. “I thought you were willing.”
“To share a sexual experience with you, yes. I'm a Dragon; we take pleasure where we find it. But I expected amutuallysatisfying experience. Not this.” I waved at his cock, bobbing before him, as baffled as he was.
“You don't like oral sex?”
“Oh, I love it.” I undid my pants, and my cock sprang free. I held back a gleeful grin when his gaze locked on it. “By all means.”
King Jucai frowned and met my gaze. “You want me to pleasure you?”
“Ah,nowyou see why I'm insulted.”
“You're not a king.”
I laughed as I refastened my pants. “If I bed you, and that's in question now, there will be no rank between us while we have sex.”
Scowling, the King pulled up his pants and covered himself. “Next you'll be saying that you want to top me.”
I chuckled. “As if kings can't be bottoms? That's ridiculous. Neither a crown nor power determines a man's sexual preferences.”
His eyes narrowed. “I'm sure some kings are bottoms, but I am not one of them.”
“Well, I happen to be a bottom, but you shouldn't have assumed it.”
Jucai lost some of his annoyance. “So, you're upset because I want you to suck my cock?”
“No, I'm upset because youassumedI would. As our first sexual experience together. Also, I got the feeling that it would have been the end of things, not the beginning.”
