The Kings Series #2 His Silver Hand novel Chapter 33

Being coddled was one of the things he hated the most. He was an alpha male. The king of dragons. The ruler of magnificent and ancient beasts.

A puny in his queen's arms.

So much for his dialogue. One look from her, plus her not so subtle threat that he was sleeping outside their bedroom if he didn't comply with her wishes made him strip in a flash and let her bandage his healing wounds without so much as a murmur.

-Damn!- The Goddess had given him a tyrant for a mate. And he was eternally grateful. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Heavy lidded eyes watched her nimble fingers tend to him, stirring his urges. Her touch was so soft and delicate he quelled the urge to shudder in pleasure.

A celebration of a different kind forming in his mind.

"Maybe if you could sponge bath me?" He suggested innocently.

Narrowing her sharp brown eyes at him, she pursed her lips, considering.

"I still feel a dull throbbing inside," Lucas added. -My cum-filled balls to be exact.-

"Promise me you will stay in bed or else..." She warned. Fuck! It was so sexy to see her bad-ass and sassy attitude.

"I promise. Cross my heart and hope to..." Watching her eyes flared in alarm from his words, he stopped and nodded instead.

-Fuck!- He was an asshole for reminding her of the events of the night. They had a close call and almost lost each other. He would have died if she hadn't sacrificed her own life for him. If she hadn't trusted their sacred bond.

It was almost dawn, they should rest. Resigned, reigning in his lustful impulses, he laid on his back, still very much naked and throbbing, he waited for his Argetlam. His very very brave little chef.

Sensing movements, he turned his head to the direction of the opened ensuite walk-in closet.

Lucas glowing orbs stared at her intently, tracing each delicate curves emphasized by her almost gossamer nightwear. -Fuck!- She's killing him.

On her hands, she was holding a small metallic basin with a small cloth submerged in scented water.

Every part and sinew of his body tensed. Eager and wanting. His cock grew hard right before her caressing eyes.

"Come here, little chef. Let me show you how fully recovered I am." He muttered. His voice thick with arousal.

Shaking her head, she ignored him and sat on the edge of the bed near the headboard. "Let me clean you up first then we'll see."

Lucas groaned, eager to feel her delicate hands on him. Willing his body to relax, he watched her squeezed the cloth and held his breath when the warm wet material touched his hot skin.

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Then the real torture began. His Argetlam was thorough. Very very thorough. When her ministrations reached his inner thighs, caressing his balls, his throbbing cock practically leaped on her wet hands. "Fuck, Rie! Come here!" He growled and reached for her.

She squealed in outrage, both of them drenched from the water but he persisted until she was cozily sitting astride him.

Anna Marie, the tease, was totally bare underneath her nightwear. "Lucas!" Trying to roll on the other side, he clasped her hips firmly, holding her in place. All she managed to do was rub on his taut flesh.

Cupping both her flushed cheeks, he hauled her down and kissed her. Hard and deep. He held her caged on top of him and she all but wrapped her body on his hard frame.

Moaning, returning his kisses eagerly, before she came to her senses. "Your wounds," Rie whispered on his swollen lips, licking her own as if savoring his taste.

"Yes. I'm hurting." Thrusting up, he made her aware of his immediate problem.

"I might hurt you." Yet she nibbled on his jaw to his neck. Fuck!

Muttering in Greek, he rubbed his length in between her moist slit. "I am hurting right now."

"Oh. Where?" How could his queen look so innocent while she was undulating her body on top of his, he had no idea.

"Here." He grunted. His cockhead poised on her tiny entrance, seeking relief.

"Not yet, my king. Stay still." Ignoring his hands on her hips, she spread more kisses on his skin. Nipping and biting until she reached his navel. "Hmmm, this will be a long long night." Before her hot tongue swirled and licked his throbbing cock.

"Fuck!" Sharp arousal shot through his spine and his whole body arched from the pleasure.

Lucas gritted his teeth. His eyes tightly shut while one of his hands went to cup the back of her skull, his fingers threaded on her thick brown locks.

Stopping, she looked at him, confused. His queen had no idea what to do.

"Look at me, Anna Marie." Her fathomless amber eyes were gleaming with arousal and yet full of innocence. She was doing this by instinct. The need to please him guiding her. All the more astounding to him. "Wrap both of your hands on my cock." He whispered. His deep voice rumbled in the silence of the bedroom.

Her eyes widened even more and she did what she was told eagerly.

"Now, open your mouth and put the head in." She did, very gently. "Hold me more firmly, sweetheart."

She pressed her tiny hands more.

"Harder."

"I won't hurt you?" She breathed her words on his hot flesh.

Looking down at her, his face taut, he whispered back. "No. I love everything you are doing to me."

And tightened up her hands a little more.

"Good girl."

She looked up at him waiting to hear what to do next.

"Put your mouth over me, down until you reach your hand." His own words instructing her turned him on even more. A drop of pre-cum pearled up and hovered on the tip.

"What does it taste like?" she asked. Her voice filled with curiosity and wonder. Not waiting for his answer, she swirled her tongue catching his essence.

He swore in a low growl. "Fuck! Again, Rie."

Her thumb spread the moisture before she daintily sucked him. His whole body bowed once more and he thrust further on her heated mouth.

"Goddess! Shit!" He yanked her by the hair gently and showed her how to bob her head up and down on his cock. Using her hair to guide her.

Her eyes glazed with her own simmering arousal, she watched him almost writhing in pleasure.

Both gasping, he let up and waited for her next move.

She stretched the very tip of her tongue up and lapped up more of the drops from his slit and his balls tightened.

He groaned. Closing his eyes to fight against the rising need at the sight of her. He released her hair.

She tasted him again and hummed in approval. "You taste so good."

Lucas opened his eyes and looked at her loving his most intimate part. Savoring him.

"Do you like it?" He found myself asking.

She nodded vigorously and went back to exploring him. Her mouth and tongue went further down to lick and lave on his balls. All the while looking up at him.

Oh, fuck.

"Tell me what to do, my love." She mumbled on his flesh.

Lucas closed his eyes again. Telling himself that concentrating on instruction would calm him down.

It didn't.

"You wrap your top lip around your teeth a little. Put your tongue flat on the underside of my cock. Don't think about it so much. I love everything you are doing to me." He palmed the back of her head and pressed her toward his cock. She touched the very tip with her tongue before she slowly took him in until her lips slid down until she met the top of her hand.

Fuck, yeah.

"Now move your hand and-"

But she was already moving her mouth and hand up and down together. His eyes rolled back in his head. One of the best things they've ever done. All the more erotic because of her innocence.

Then she stopped. Unsure once more.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, sweetheart. It's more than okay." He pressed her back to where she was and closed his eyes, thinking about her. "Suck me harder." He prayed he won't cum. It was a fucking wrong request.

She did.