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 prima donna 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 roller coaster 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 doors, and Diego tried to remain clam 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.
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 definitely 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 halfway 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 were 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 human’s 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.
“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 supersized 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.