The Gay Sorcerer King's Consort: A Filthy MM Romantasy Royal Kneeling Romance

I never meant to end up here, in this sealed alcove with Samuel Innes after signing the registry, our shoulders pressed close as we reviewed the final scrolls. His fingers trace the arc of my collarbone, lingering over the scars that mark every past betrayal.

The royal bonding ritual demands I kneel and surrender control completely to him, and the thought sends heat through me even as I fight the urge to pull away. He has never found an equal before, and I have never been kept, yet the command in his voice makes me ache to obey if it means finally belonging.

If he discards me once the bond takes hold, the isolation I have hidden behind will be all that remains.