Page 68 of Courting the Dragon Prince (A Royal Arrangement #1)

Chapter Sixty-Eight

L uther leaned on his cane with one hand. His other hand entwined with Onyx’s as they walked down the hallway to Onyx’s room.

“How is your leg?” Onyx glanced at it, a frown marring his handsome face.

“Fine.” Luther shrugged.

Onyx stared at him as if waiting for him to elaborate.

“It’s fine,” Luther repeated. “I promise. There is no pain at the moment. And the healer told me to use it as I see fit. I just might walk with a limp and a cane for the rest of my life. No big deal.” He shrugged. “But the healer said you can be as rough as you want when you pound my arse.”

“The healer said that?” Onyx’s eyes widened in shock.

Luther laughed. “The healer didn’t say anything about you pounding my arse. But he did say I don’t need to worry about injuring it further. So you can stop worrying.” Luther winked. “And I can take anything you can give.”

Onyx smiled. “That’s good to know.”

Two servants exited Onyx’s room, carrying empty metal buckets. The servants paused and bowed.

“The bathtub has been filled, Your Highness,” one of the servants said to Luther.

“Thank you.” Luther glanced at Onyx. “I asked the servants to fill the tub. I figured it might be nice to have a proper soak.”

They passed the servants and entered the room.

The day before, they’d washed when they’d returned to Limestone Castle. But it had just been a perfunctory washing off of blood and dirt before collapsing into bed.

Luther could use an actual soak. But he had ordered the bath before Onyx had returned, and unfortunately, the tub could not fit both of them. A solitary soak seemed a lot less appealing when he could be in bed with Onyx.

But as Luther stared at the welcoming copper tub with steam rising off the water, he decided he’d make the most of it.

Luther propped his cane on the table. Then he limped towards the middle of the room. He turned and held out his arms to the sides. “Undress me,” he demanded.

Onyx quirked a brow and stepped towards him. “Does the spoiled dragon prince require assistance?”

Luther lifted his nose in the air. “Well, the servants are gone, and it is beneath a prince of Draconia to remove his own clothes. You’ll have to be my servant for the night. Now get to it!” Luther put on his most haughty tone.

Onyx chuckled. But he lifted his fingers to the buttons of Luther’s coat, undoing them one by one.

He removed Luther’s coat and draped it over the back of a chair. “Will you need help washing as well, Your Most Esteemed and Royal Highness?”

Luther smothered a laugh. “Naturally! After all, my back isn’t going to wash itself.”

Smiling, Onyx reached for the hem of Luther’s tunic. Onyx’s callused fingers smoothed over Luther’s chest as Onyx pulled the tunic over Luther’s head and tugged it off. Luther’s breath caught.

Onyx cast the tunic aside.

“A servant would put that properly away,” Luther chastised.

Onyx knelt before him. “I’ll see to it later, Your Highness.” He looked up at Luther, dark eyes glinting with wicked amusement.

Fuck me. He’s beautiful. And he’s all mine.

Then Onyx dropped his gaze. He hesitated as he stared at Luther’s injured leg.

“What are you waiting for?” Luther sniffed. He didn’t want Onyx worrying and concerned. He wanted him overcome with desire and lust. “My boot is not going to remove itself.”

Onyx smiled up at him. Thankfully, he then unlaced Luther’s boot. He lifted Luther’s foot and removed the boot, although he did it all very gently. And before he placed Luther’s foot back on the ground, he caressed Luther’s injured leg with a feather-light touch.

Luther shivered.

Onyx reached for the second boot. But when Onyx went to lift it, he paused as if worried Luther couldn’t balance on his injured leg. So Luther lifted his foot off the ground for Onyx, putting his weight on his injured leg, showing Onyx that it was fine.

Onyx smiled and removed the boot in the same manner as he’d removed the first. But when Onyx released his foot, this time, Luther slid his toes up along Onyx’s thigh.

Onyx’s breath caught.

Luther pressed his foot against the bulge in Onyx’s trousers. Onyx moaned, eyes drifting shut as Luther massaged his crotch.

“Fuck,” Onyx muttered.

With a grin, Luther removed his foot and placed it back on the floor.

Breathing heavily, Onyx blinked his eyes open.

Luther grinned. “Now remove my trousers.”

Onyx swallowed and reached for the buttons. He undid them and tugged Luther’s trousers and drawers slowly down, freeing Luther’s aching dick.

Onyx stared at it for a second. Warm, wet breath brushed against the sensitive skin of Luther’s cock. Onyx licked his lips. Luther’s dick twitched.

Then, with a flick of his hair, Luther turned, stepped out of the trousers, and walked towards the bath with a slight limp. He could feel Onyx’s gaze burning into him.

He groaned as he sank beneath the deliciously warm water. He took a deep breath, inhaling the blend of herbs that infused the bath.

He glanced at Onyx, who still knelt on the floor where Luther had left him, staring at Luther with hunger in his eyes.

“Now get over here and wash me,” Luther demanded.

Onyx rose and walked towards the tub. “Of course, Your Highness.” He removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing heavily muscled forearms.

Luther licked his lips.

Onyx grabbed a stool and dragged it beside the tub. He sat just by Luther’s torso. He lifted a vial from the floor. A sweet floral smell filled the air as Onyx poured the scented oil onto his hand. He placed the vial down, rubbed his hands together, and leaned forward.

His oiled hands slid along Luther’s torso, dipping beneath the water. Luther groaned, head dropping back as Onyx palmed his chest, thumbs grazing his nipples. Luther’s hard cock bobbed in the water.

“How does that feel, Your Highness?” Onyx leaned in close, breath brushing Luther’s ear.

“Divine.” Luther gasped as Onyx’s hands rubbed his sternum, sliding over his ribs. Thankfully, the healers had healed all his minor wounds and he could be touched without pain.

Onyx’s hands dipped lower, fingers grazing Luther’s belly. Luther moaned. Onyx wrapped his hand around Luther’s dick.

Luther thrust up. The water sloshed. Onyx stroked.

“You are taking a lot of liberties with my royal person,” Luther rasped.

Onyx chuckled wickedly as he continued to jerk Luther beneath the water’s surface. “You just wait and see what liberties I plan to take with you, my sweet dragon prince,” Onyx growled.

Luther moaned. Onyx’s hand on Luther’s dick quickened.

“After you spill in my hand, I’m going to throw you face down on the bed and fuck you.” Onyx’s lips pressed against Luther’s throat. His teeth grazed the skin. “You want me to serve and tend to you. Well, soon you’ll need to pay me to do that. And the payment I want is your delicious, plump arse.”

Luther cried out. He tilted his head back further, opening himself to Onyx’s lips and teeth. His fingers gripped the rim of the tub. The water sloshed over the edge as Onyx worked his cock.

Onyx kissed along his jaw. “Your body will be so tight around my dick. I’ll fuck you so hard. So deep.” He nipped at Luther’s ear.

Luther shuddered. Onyx increased the pace.

Luther squeezed his eyes shut. Pleasure tingled along his nerves. Every muscle in his body tightened as his orgasm approached.

“I’ll bury myself so deep inside you, over and over,” Onyx promised. “Then I’ll fill your greedy, desperate hole with every single drop of my seed, Your Royal Highness.”

Luther keened as the words shoved him over the edge. His arsehole clenched as he imagined Onyx buried within him. His cock jerked in Onyx’s hand as he spilled, pulse after pulse, into the water.

All the while, Onyx stroked him through his peak.

Finally, Luther sagged in the tub as his bliss ebbed away. He sighed contently.

Onyx’s hands slid beneath Luther’s underarms.

“I’m not done with you yet, Your Highness.” Onyx gripped Luther and hauled him from the tub with a splash of water.