Not in Kansas (Kinky Oz Book 1)

by R. G. Alexander

  “That’s enough, Z,” the king growled.

  Kansas answered before Z could react. “Why should you have all the fun?”

  The frustration filling those whiskey eyes spiked his adrenaline. “You enjoy defying me, don’t you?”

  “How can I defy you? I’m not your subject.” Kansas slid his hand higher up Z’s thigh, never taking his eyes from the king. “Send them away.”

  Fenna and Lenard stopped what they were doing, looking between Kansas and their ruler with wide, curious eyes. Even Z had pulled back, sitting so still Kansas wondered if he was breathing.

  The crackling of the fire was the only sound as the two stared each other down for long, tension-filled moments. Finally, the king said, “Leave us.”

  Kansas stood and stretched as his friends gathered their things and practically ran out the door. Through his lashes, he could see the king watching his bare torso with greedy eyes. “Like what you see, Your Majesty?”

  His jaw tightened. “I’ve done what you asked. For that boon I’ll have one of my own. Get on your knees and finish what they started.”

  “Oh, was that the deal?” Kansas tsked, trying to untie the lacing on his pants in what he hoped was a seductive manner. “That’s funny, because I know that’s not what you want.”

  “You claim to know what I want? Please, enlighten me.”

  Kansas shrugged. “Well, I was thinking that you’d want to go lie on that big, comfortable bed you made sure I had a view of all night and wait for me to come to you.”

  The shudder that ran through the king’s large frame made him growl. He watched the pride and need warring on his noble face an instant before he turned and strode almost angrily toward the bed.

  Hell yes.

  Kansas took his time, partly to tantalize, partly because his hands were shaking, fumbling as he sought to loosen his damn pants. If he were going to stay here longer, he would definitely need to reinvent the button fly.

  His fingers stilled. Since when had staying become an option?

  Since you realized that you’ve felt more alive in the past three days than you have in your entire life?

  The king had done as he asked, though his pose was awkward and tense. His legs were still planted firmly on the ground, ready to bolt, but his erection was pulsing with the strength of his desire, showing Kansas more than anything else could that he was enjoying the role reversal.

  He stepped out of his pants and walked over to the bed, the blood rushing to his cock as he studied the feast spread out before him. The man was gorgeous. His. He could deny it all he wanted to tomorrow, but some instinctive, primitive part of him recognized a mate. His mate.

  “You’re going to pay for making me wait, Kansas.” The rough timbre of his voice revealed his excitement.

  “I believe I already made that payment. Or did you forget that you left me alone in your room for hours, naked and chained to the wall?”

  The king grew breathless. “I didn’t forget.”

  “I know.” Kansas smiled wickedly. “You couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you? Wondering what I’d do to you when I was finally freed.”

  The flush of darker gold rising up his chest told Kansas he was right. “What are you going to do?”

  “You’ll find out,” Kansas promised. “But I think you know that whatever it is, you’re going to love it. Put your hands behind your head and leave them there until I tell you to move them.”

  The king started to sit up in automatic outrage. “How dare you spea—”

  Kansas took a step back, hands spread out beside him. “Or I can leave, and you can call one of your pleasure droids in to finish you off. But I can promise you they won’t do what I can.”

  The king froze, his gaze dropping to the erection Kansas didn’t try to hide. “The Felix was right. Hips as pale as cream. But your cock is…”

  He licked his lips and Kansas groaned in reaction.

  “Lie down and put your hands behind your head. Don’t make me tell you again.” Hurry, before I beg and ruin everything.

  The king obeyed.

  Kansas stepped between those tree trunk thighs and placed his hands on the warm golden skin stretching out before him, leaning forward to trace the muscled ridges of the king’s abdomen, the line of his ribs. Both men moaned low when their cocks ground against each other, the sensation indescribably delicious.

  “I can’t believe how beautiful you are. How much I want you without knowing your name. I haven’t even kissed you yet.” Kansas couldn’t resist the wonder in the king’s eyes at his words. Had no one ever told him he was beautiful? He placed his hands on either side of his bent arms and leaned closer. “We’ll have to fix that.”

  The first touch of his lips had Kansas growling again, hungrier than he knew was possible.

  Spicy and sweet. I know this flavor. I know him.

  Had he spent a lifetime dreaming of this man’s lips? He knew the shape of them, knew he loved it when Kansas bit his upper lip and tugged. The familiarity did nothing to cool the fires burning inside him. If anything, it made him more aggressive.

  Possessive.

  He’s meant to be mine.

  The king strained his neck, his arms twitching as though he wanted to pull Kansas closer. Kansas wrapped his hands around the thick forearms and squeezed. “Not until I say.”

  The king’s cock throbbed in answer. But he stilled his arms, all his passion going into his kiss. “Please, Kansas.”

  His plea made Kansas shake. Too fast. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long at this rate. He pulled back reluctantly, standing between the king’s thighs once more.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Kansas laughed raggedly. As if he could. “You keep forgetting you’re not the one in charge, Your Majesty.”

  The king grit his teeth at the continual emphasis on his title and, as turned on as he was, it made Kansas grin. “Are you a brat, then? Too spoiled to follow my lead?”

  “I’m not spoiled, but you are a tease.”

  Kansas placed his hands under his lover’s thighs and pushed them up toward his chest. “It’s not teasing if I plan to follow through, and you’re the only one who can stop me from doing that. Now hold your legs up like this, nice and wide so I can see all of you.”

  The king turned a pale gold and Kansas stroked his lower lip with his thumb. “You taste so good. I want to kiss you everywhere. Trust me.”

  The man shuddered and slid his hands beneath his thighs.

  “That’s right. God, yes, just like that.”

  Kansas bent his knees and nuzzled the king’s inner thigh, hands caressing the hard, velvety-smooth ass. “I didn’t like seeing Lenard with his mouth around your cock.”

  He licked the king’s shaft with one broad stroke of his tongue. “I wanted it, wanted you, all to myself.”

  “Then why…ahhh…why did you say no to me?”

  Kansas smiled, slipping the head of the king’s shaft out of his mouth to answer. “I don’t like being told what to do.”

  “And you think I do?” His voice was shaky, but still defiant.

  Kansas dragged the king’s hips closer to the edge of the bed. “Yes, Your Majesty. I do. I think you love the idea of letting me handle your pleasure. Putting me in charge.” And without another word he spread the king’s cheeks apart and licked a trail of fire to the tight ring of muscles that clenched at the feel of his tongue.

  “Fuck— Kansas, what are you doing?”

  He lifted his head. “Does it feel good?”

  “Yes. Makers help me, it feels amazing.”

  “Then just enjoy it.”

  He loved this. Loved the king rocking desperately against his mouth, the feel of those muscles tightening around his tongue as he pushed inside. He pressed his painfully hard erection against the mattress, determined to make the king climax before he saw to his own pleasure.

  He slid his index finger up to the soaked hole, pressing in, stretching the tight ass that he
knew instinctively had never taken a man before. “Do you use toys?”

  “What? Please, don’t stop.”

  Kansas licked his cock again, leaning back to watch his finger disappear as it thrust in deep. “When you’re alone, do you ever touch yourself like this? Use anything in this tight, golden ass and imagine someone taking you from behind?”

  The king moaned, his head shaking back and forth on the mattress.

  “No?” Kansas slowly added a second finger, watching his reaction. “Are you really going to lie to me now?”

  “Yes,” he hissed, the muscles in his neck straining as he lifted his head to meet his gaze. “When I’m alone. I imagine it. I’ve always imagined it.”

  His gut tightened, jealousy and possessiveness giving his words an edge. “Anyone in particular?”

  Any golden warriors I need to kill?

  “I never saw his face,” the king admitted breathlessly. “His eyes were like the sea, but I never knew… Kansas, let me touch you. I need to touch you. Please.”

  “If you touch me now I’ll lose control.” He was already too close. “I want to make this good for you.”

  The king jerked when Kansas found that special spot and rubbed. “I wondered if you Crows had one of these. I shouldn’t have. She made you perfect. A real live boy.”

  “Fuck,” the king’s shout echoed through the bedroom. “I’m no boy. I’m no—Kansas what are you doing to me?”

  “Claiming you.” He caressed the prostate with his thrusting fingers until the king was moaning unintelligibly, his body nearly lifting off the bed. Kansas bent his head to lap up the pearly liquid dripping from the head of his thick cock.

  Perfect. Mine.

  “Kansas…Kansas… Fuck me. I’ve been waiting so long.” His hips thrust against the bed when he heard the king’s rough plea. The need was killing him.

  “You hardly know me.”

  “I know what I want.” Whiskey eyes opened again and gazed into his, searching. “I know you.”

  He couldn’t feel the same thing Kansas was feeling. It was too fast. Too hard to believe.

  You’ve been fooled before.

  “His Highness is horny and wants my cock. I live to serve. Do you want it hard and fast or should I take my time so I can listen to a king beg? Do you want me to pound you into this royal bed until you come screaming? Is that what you want, Your Majesty?”

  “Stop calling me that,” he moaned in frustration.

  “Whatever you say,” Kansas purred. “I could call you baby. Or maybe—”

  “I am Tavyn Emeryle. General of the Crow Warriors, ruler of the land of—”

  The king moaned when Kansas stilled his fingers in surprise. Tavyn?

  “Your name is Tavyn? Why would you tell me that?”

  “So you wouldn’t call me baby,” Tavyn growled, lifting his hips aggressively. “Why did you stop?”

  He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone his name. No one but his parents knew his name, not even Z.

  His parents and his chosen consort.

  “Why did you give me your name?” It was suddenly the most important question in the world.

  Tavyn smiled, his stunning beauty almost blinding. He lifted his hand to brush the shaggy blond hair behind his ear. “You know why, Kansas. You know me, the same way that I knew you. I dreamed of you.”

  Kansas was overcome. This knowing, this feeling of rightness… Hadn’t this been what he’d looked for all his life?

  You were looking in the wrong world.

  He wanted to take a step back, consider what it meant, where they went from here, but he couldn’t. His heart and his body were both demanding he make the king—Tavyn—his in every way possible.

  Tavyn wiggled his hips, his expression turning playful as if he hadn’t just rocked Kansas to the core with his confession. “Don’t make me beg again. A king should never beg.”

  Kansas pressed on his aching cock in reaction, then hesitated. “Do you have any…?”

  “Bedside table. The emerald bowl.”

  Kansas walked over to find a small bowl filled with shimmering gold liquid. He dipped his fingers inside, coating his cock with the tingling lubricant. It heated up his skin, making him so hard his eyes nearly crossed.

  He wasn’t even going to ask.

  He coated his fingers again and massaged them against Tavyn’s ass before pushing inside, preparing him for what came next.

  “Oh that’s so good.” Tavyn’s low groans made Kansas ache.

  “You like that? Any of those wizard’s bots ever made you feel this good?” Had the wizard?

  “No one. You know there’s only you, Kansas. Oh Makers, don’t stop.”

  Only me.

  He was a selfish bastard, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of being the only one to know Tavyn’s name. The only one to learn all his secrets.

  The only one to have his heart.

  He guided his cock to that tight gold ass and pushed slowly inside, their shouts of pleasure mingling in the large room, echoing off the walls.

  Only me.

  “Damn, you’re tight. So. Fucking. Perfect.” He punctuated his words with thrusts, working himself in deeper, slow and careful, until his hips were flush against Tavyn’s ass. “Are you okay? Tell me you can take more.”

  Tavyn lifted his hips, grinding against Kansas, his breath coming out in panting groans. “Yes. So good. Fuck me, Kansas. Give me more.”

  Kansas pressed his forehead against Tavyn’s, his hot breath scoring his cheek. “I could give you everything,” he muttered.

  “Yes.” Something in the way Tavyn was looking at him made the dams burst. There was trust there and more. Something he’d thought he stopped believing in a long time ago. “I want it all, Kansas. Give it to me. I can take it.”

  Kansas huffed out a laugh. “You just can’t stop bossing me around, can you?”

  And then he couldn’t go slow, couldn’t restrain himself as he took everything. Gave everything. He wrapped his hand around Tavyn’s cock, matching the swift rhythm of his pumping hips. “Come for me. Give it to me.”

  “Kansas!”

  “Tavyn.” Waves of fire licked at his flesh. He was so close. So close to the strongest orgasm of his life and…more. A force inside him was breaking free of its prison. Power was building at the base of his spine and he wasn’t sure what would happen when it finally escaped. “Oh God, I’m close.”

  “Makers, yes. Kansas…I… Ahh!” Tavyn’s shout as he climaxed in his hand was all the permission Kansas needed.

  He came hard and the energy inside him exploded out into the universe. For a heartbeat he was connected to everything. Every clan, every dimension, every world. He could see what his life had been, what it could be.

  He could see a life with Tavyn. A life where he was happy. At peace.

  Loved.

  He pressed his lips against the king’s pounding heart as the last shivering spasm faded. The images were already disappearing from his mind, but that had happened. The most fulfilling orgasm of his life had also been the most magical.

  Was it magic? Kansas wasn’t sure. But there was no denying that what he’d just experienced changed everything.

  He laughed at himself. Five years of determined isolation vanquished in an instant by a strange group of new friends and one amazing man. His man.

  There was no way he could leave this behind. He wouldn’t be going anywhere if he had anything to say about it.

  “Can I touch you now?” Tavyn’s sated voice broke through his dazed thoughts and Kansas started to lift himself up.

  “I’d be mad if you didn’t. Am I crushing you?”

  The king’s arms and legs came around Kansas, cradling him in a tight embrace. “Don’t you dare move. I’ve never… That felt…”

  Kansas kissed his chin. “I know. Me too.”

  “Do all humans do that?”

  “Have sex?” Kansas asked, snorting.

  “No. Glow.”

  Kansas looked
down in surprise. His body was indeed pulsing with a soft aura of light. It faded even as he watched, but it had been there. Neither of them had imagined it.

  “Um, no they don’t. That’s a first. Maybe humans do that in this world?”

  Tavyn smiled. “I knew you were special.”

  Kansas laughed, shaking off his shock. He’d ask Z about the glowing skin later. “Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll glow for you again.”

  Tavyn rolled until Kansas was on his back beneath him. “You need time to recover? Is that a human thing?”

  The large cock pressed against his belly stirred and Kansas groaned. “I would have to fall for an arrogant ass.”

  “I was just thinking the same thing.” The king’s smile was wicked as he slid down his body, licking his lips, his intention clear. “Now, let’s see what we can do to get that glow back.”

  Chapter Seven

  “I told you everything would work out. That’s why I brought you here.”

  “I knew it! I knew you had a hand in this, Z.” Kansas attempted to glare at the wizard, but he’d been unable to pull off anything but a beaming smile for the last few weeks. He was just too damn happy. And completely in love.

  “Thank you.”

  Z nodded, his grin lecherous. “Thank you. I’d been longing for the consort ritual from the moment I laid eyes on you. It was definitely worth the wait.”

  Kansas blushed. When Tavyn had officially asked him to be his lifetime consort, to stay in this world, he’d neglected to mention that Z would be presiding over the consummation ceremony.

  Presiding and participating. He shivered in remembered pleasure, images of the three of them together burned in his brain.

  Z winked. “I doubt he’d share you with me again. He loves you too much for that. And that’s as it should be.”

  “Wait, how did you know how to find me? That I would be right for him?” The question had been plaguing him. Would any human have done? Had he been a random choice? He hated to believe that Tavyn could have chosen someone else.

  “Don’t forget about our dreams, Kansas. You know you were the only one that could be.” A hot, hard body pressed against his back, wrapping his thick arms around his waist to pull him close. “Tell him about the rubies, Z.”