I Killed the Alpha King's Father, Then He Bought Me at Auction novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: One Question a Night

The first question gets a bite for an answer, and the dead king's desk takes their weight.

The second night he came before midnight.

Kit was at the desk under the barred window, turning a dead man's letter opener over in his fingers.

He had read every drawer by then, and found nothing but receipts and an old pipe.

The key turned, and he did not look up.

"Question," Ewan said from the door.

"You haven't even said hello."

"Why was my father smiling?"

"Because he saw you coming and knew you'd bring the whole house down on my head."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the best one you're getting."

Ewan shut the door and leaned on it.

"Try again."

Kit stood up and set the letter opener on the blotter.

"You want the truth?" he said. "Come and get it."

Ewan crossed the room.

He caught Kit by the throat, not squeezing, only holding, and slammed him back against the edge of the desk.

Papers slid off and fluttered to the floor.

Kit bit him.

He turned his head and sank his teeth into the base of Ewan's thumb, hard enough to draw blood.

Ewan hissed, and his eyes went full gold.

"There's my answer," Kit said, and licked the blood off his own lip.

"Do that again."

"Make me."

Ewan took the belt from his own waist in one pull.

He caught both of Kit's wrists, crossed them behind his back and cinched the leather around them twice.

The buckle bit into the bone, and Kit's cock jumped in his jeans so hard it hurt.

"Rule three," Ewan said, in his ear. "Say it back."

"Nobody touches me but you."

"Good boy."

Kit snarled and kicked back at his shin, and Ewan only laughed, low and dark.

He spun him around and bent him over the desk with a hand between his shoulder blades.

Kit's cheek hit the blotter.

He felt Ewan's fingers at his waistband, and then the cold air on his bare hips as his jeans came down.

"Not like this," Kit gasped.

"Say stop and I stop."

"Stop, then."

Ewan's hand paused.

Kit felt the whole long body behind him go rigid and shaking.

Then Ewan hauled him upright and turned him around again, and shoved him back against the desk so they were chest to chest.

"Look at me when you lie," Ewan said.

Kit looked.

He could not do anything else.

The amber was almost gone from those eyes, and what looked out of them was hungry and scared and furious all at once.

"I don't want to stop," Kit said. His voice came out wrecked. "That's the problem."

Ewan kissed him.

It was not gentle.

It was teeth and breath and the taste of blood, and Kit kissed back with everything he had and fought it the whole way.

Ewan's hand closed around Kit's cock.

It was big and hot and rough with calluses.

The first long stroke tore a noise out of Kit he had never made for anyone.

"Quiet," Ewan murmured against his mouth.

"Go to hell."

"I'm already there."

He worked him slow, then slower, thumb dragging over the slick head, until Kit's thighs shook and his bound hands clawed at nothing.

"Please," Kit hissed, and hated himself for it.

"Please what?"

"Touch yourself too, you bastard, I can feel you."

Ewan breathed out, a ragged laugh.

He unbuttoned his trousers with his free hand and pulled his own cock out.

It was thick and hard, with a bead of wet at the tip.

When he pressed it against Kit's it was so hot that Kit swore.

Ewan wrapped his fist around both of them.

The first stroke was agony.

The second was worse.

Kit rocked into it helplessly and bit down on Ewan's shoulder through the sweater, and Ewan groaned and drove into his hand harder.

"That's it," he said. "Feel what you do to me."

"I do nothing to you."

"Liar."

"You paid a hundred and forty thousand for me."

"I'd have paid more."

Kit made a sound.

His orgasm hit him from the base of his spine, white and total.

He came with his teeth in Ewan's collar and his forehead against that heaving chest.

Ewan followed him a few strokes later with a growl that shook the desk.

Hot wet spilled over Kit's belly and Ewan's knuckles.

For a long moment neither of them moved.

Ewan's forehead rested on Kit's hair, and his hand was still locked around them both.

Kit heard his heart, and it was not slow.

Then Ewan let go and wiped his hand on the blotter.

He undid the belt, and Kit's arms fell forward, numb.

He did not look at Kit's face.

He tucked himself away and fixed his trousers and stepped back, and the king came down over him again.

"Tomorrow the council dines here," he said. "They'll want to see you."

"Do they know what you did to me tonight?"

"They won't ask."

"And if they do?"

Ewan stopped at the door.

For a moment Kit thought he would say something real.

"Wear a collar high enough to hide the bites," he said, and went out.

The key turned.

Kit looked down at the bruise rising on his own wrist and the mess drying on his stomach.

His body had never felt so used or so awake.

And the worst of it was that when he lay down and shut his eyes, he did not think of the old king at all.

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