When his father is killed in battle, William De Gulliame is thrust into the position of king. But armies of rebel aliens attack from the north, his own people in the south cower below him, and William is in increasing danger of losing his throne. He needs help and he needs it fast…and there is only one male who can give him that help, Lord Dargan of the island fortresses.
Lord Dargan has an army of his own, but he has never gotten involved in the war. Though an alien himself, he is settled in his fortress and has everything one male can ever need. So, when the king comes to him and asks for his aid, Dargan has every intention of refusing. Until he meets him that is, and realizes that the king has something he wants very much indeed…
“It isn’t like that between us.”
“Who is it like that with, William?” Dragan asked softly.
The king took a deep breath then, steeling himself, he spoke... “I guess it will be with you.”
A blot of pure pleasure shot through Dragan at those words. He had suspected when William had sent his people back to the mainland. He had hoped when William accepted his invitation to dinner…but to have it confirmed…
His cock, semi-hard throughout dinner, thickened again now. Dragan couldn’t help but reach down and palm it.
“Then you are agreeing to my terms?”
William gave a short, sharp nod. “It seems I have no choice.”
“There is always a choice.”
“And this is mine.”
Dragan stood up, desire thrumming through him, and held out his hand. “Come here.”
The king looked at that outstretched hand, trepidation clear in his gaze. Dragan couldn’t wait to remove that emotion and replace it with something else entirely. He reached forward, grabbed William’s hand and pulled him up.
“Do you even realize how attractive you are?”
William moved around the table, guided by Dragan, until they were face to face.
“It is not something I think on,” he said.
“It is something I have thought about,” Dragan replied. “Almost constantly it feels like since you arrived. Last night I had no choice but to pleasure myself. I could have called on one of my lovers, but they simply would not do. I knew they would not satisfy me. It has to be you, William.”
William closed his eyes and let out a shuddery breath. Dragan could feel it feather across his neck. “You have my agreement.”
“Will I have your desire also?” Dragan asked, stroking his fingers across Williams outstretched palm.
He tugged on his hand. Dragan did not let go.
“I am giving you want you want. Can that not be enough?”
Was it? Dragan did not think so. But he had gotten what he wanted, and he knew the desire was there, and so for now…
He released William’s hand, reached down, grabbed the end of his tunic, and then, in once smooth move, tugged it over William’s head. The king gasped. Dragan ignored him. He was too busy looking at the king’s body. It was exactly as he had imagined! All smooth lines and hard, angular planes.
“Beautiful,” Dragan whispered.
“I…” The king shook his head and clamped his mouth shut.
Dragan grinned and ran his palms up and down William’s chest. The tiny curls tugged on his fingers as he did so and that little action made him groan out loud. A moment later and he circled William’s nipples. They were small, smaller than Dragan was used to, but the little buds were nice and hard. He took his time with them, wondering how sensitive they were, pulling on them, just about resisting the urge to dip his head and bite them.
Was it his imagination or was the king panting ever so slightly now?
Was the king aroused?
It was time to find out. Dragan reached down to pop the buttons of William’s pants. The king allowed it, his hands hung loosely by his sides, his eyes closed, his lips a tight line.