They even put tassels on the keys!
He presented the keys to Kardri. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Leopard Lord?” His eyes widened and his lips softened. “Anything at all?”
“Dinner for two.” Kar waved a hand toward me, as if to remind the clerk of my presence. “Whatever your chef recommends will be fine.”
“Dessert as well? Coffee?”
“Yes, all of that.”
“Anything else, my lord?”
“No, thank you. Goodnight.”
The man was obviously disappointed, but he nodded and left the suite quietly.
“I'm sorry, did he just offer to have sex with you?” I asked.
“I believe that was the implication, yes.” Kardri tossed the keys on a table and headed back into the bathroom.
“I didn't realize this was a full-service hotel,” I muttered.
“Come here, Tryst. We need to bathe.”
“Translation: come here so I can fuck you when you're wet and slippery,” I said.
“I believe that was the implication,” Kardri drawled again, this time with a hint of arousal.
I hurried into the bathroom with a grin on my face.
Chapter Twenty-One
The next morning, I woke up spooning with Kardri. I was the little spoon. When had I become the little spoon? Oh, right, when I turned gay for the Leopard Lord. I frowned even as I snuggled back against him. Kar sighed as his arm tightened around me, his palm laid flat against my heart. I absently laid my hand over his as I stared toward the strips of sunlight coming in through the cracks between the drapes.
It had happened so fast. I had tried to fight it and had failed miserably, but more than that, I'd failed quickly. Any relationship can suffer if it moves too fast, but ours had other issues as well. Mainly me. Did I regret anything? No. But I did have this nagging feeling that jumping into not only a new relationship but also a new sexuality would have consequences. Plus there was my new race; that's a whole lot of new.
I thought about my first time with that redhead. It still aroused me. Did that mean I still wanted to have sex with women? But I hadn't been able to get it up for Greta. It wasn't the rum either; that theory had been blasted away by Kardri and his cock of doom. But maybe I hadn't wanted Greta because I was so focused on Kar. What would happen when the blaze of a new affair died down? When familiarity became monotony? Would he go back to his wild campfires and me to women? The way Kardri spoke implied that he saw a future for us, but as far as our relationship was concerned, I think I was a bit more realistic than him. Not cynical, mind you, just practical. In other words, despite knowing that no relationship was indestructible, and ours was likely to fail, I wasn't about to ruin what we had now. I'd enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
A soft growl in my ear announced Kardri's awakening. Then came a low, “Good morning, lover.”
“Good morning.”
Kar's hand slipped down my stomach to grasp my cock firmly. It was hard and waiting for him. Kar rumbled happily as he shifted behind me. I heard the slick sounds of him applying nectar on himself. Then he was parting my cheeks and slowly easing inside me, just gently pumping his hips to slide his shaft deeper and deeper. Sighing in pleasure, I angled my arm back to touch his face, and he obliged me by lowering his mouth to my neck. A nibble, then a lick on my pulse. I felt utterly possessed, unable to do much to him in return while he surrounded me completely. I loved it, but I wasn't sure if I liked the fact that I loved it. If that makes any sense.
There was something hedonistic about lying on my side in that massive bed, watching the sun burn the night away as Kar pumped his cock into me while stroking mine. Just a lazy morning making love. A deep and thorough claiming. But even as he claimed me, I knew I claimed him. We belonged to each other and there's something very freeing in that.
“Did you want to look around the city a bit before we move on?” Kardri whispered in my ear before nipping my ear lobe.
“Are we seriously going to talk about sightseeing right now?”
“Oh, I'm sorry. Would you prefer I talk about how tight your ass is? Or perhaps how your cock fits my palm perfectly?”
“That works for me.”