(Warning: Aggravatingly slow burn smut that'll make you punch your pillow in the best way possible.)
Elian's POV
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He stiffened as the rogue king stepped down the steps of the dais, his arms behind his back.
Well, there was not a lot of "stiffening" to be done when he was already held firmly in place by whatever invisible force the rogue king held him with.
The rogue king. His third mate.
Never would he have imagined interacting with him like... THIS. He was naked and vulnerable, while the rogue king eyed him like a predator analysing his next meal.
This was just a projection of his consciousness but still...
"Are you mute?" The rogue king asked, tilting his head while his footsteps echoed on the marble floor.
Each step he took forward seemed to increase the pressure coiling deep in Elian's chest.
His heart thudded heavily like war drums, his head spinning as he tried to think of every possibility in this situation.
