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“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.