26. Will
Chapter twenty-six
Will
Will you show me how?
A fter dinner, Pell had watched as I’d placed the Crock and the Dish inside the book along with the other Treasures. But he didn’t resist, probably knowing I wouldn’t be leaving without them.
We definitely could have used the Crock and the Dish earlier on our hike, especially since they produced any food you wished for. I’d eaten enough candy today to make my teeth ache.
He showed us each to our rooms afterward, not even batting an eye when Arthur insisted on staying with me in the same room.
The room we stepped into was furnished, unlike those when we’d first entered the castle.
A four-poster bed rested against the wall to our right, and a dresser and nightstand sat beside it. Little, ornate fish had been carved into the furniture, and thick, heavy bedding cloaked the bed in blue.
But as I entered the room farther, I spotted an open door across from the bed that led to a bathroom. However, the most interesting part wasn’t that there was a bathroom, but that it had indoor plumbing with a toilet, sink, and shower.
How such an old and isolated castle had such modern functions was puzzling.
The only explanation I had was magic.
Another door opened up to a small balcony, and I moved to its railing to glimpse our surroundings.
It was late now, and once again, the scenery outside had changed. Instead of snow-capped hills, it was faded, leafless palm trees swaying in a soft breeze. Waves crashed and rolled upon a sandy shore, but neither sea creatures roamed the beach nor any gulls cried in the sky.
Turning my back to the beach, I tracked Arthur as he wandered around the room, examining the furniture and a large tapestry hanging on one of the walls. It showed lands of rolling hills. On the left side of the woven textile, the lands were bursting with life. Flowers bloomed and animals hid in a lush forest. On the right side of the tapestry, that same land continued. But it was barren and desolate, like the lands we’d seen earlier.
When he removed his sword and sheath—making sure that the leather tie kept them separate enough to stay visible—and leaned back on the bed, grabbing a thick pillow with ornate stitching, I pushed away from the railing.
My heart matched every step I took toward the small bathroom, and when I met Arthur’s gaze over my shoulder, I bit my lower lip. He swallowed, his eyes darting to where my teeth sank into my flesh. Then, slowly, I peeled my shirt off and over my head. I let the fabric fall into a mound on the floor and turned my attention to my borrowed leather pants next, undoing the button and zipper in quick succession. I let them part open, giving him a glimpse of my hard-on and revealing the lack of boxer briefs I wore underneath.
Arthur’s nostrils flared, and as I took that last backward step into the bathroom, his grip on the pillow tightened. Red swirls of erratic energy crackled around him as he watched me reach into the shower.
It was still curious to find random, modern amenities in the castle, but in this instance, I really didn’t care.
I didn’t look his way, even though I felt his gaze tracking my every move. Not as I switched on the shower nor when I finally shoved the leather pants down and off. The sound of fabric tearing was nearly swallowed up by the flood of water coming from above. But, I heard it. Giving into my curiosity, I peeked at him, noticing he’d torn open the pillow.
Arthur wasn’t lying down anymore. In the dimness of the bedroom, his sclera flickered from white to red then back to white as he struggled to rein in his demon. Crackles of red zipped over his skin like sparks before disappearing. The ripped pillow was still clutched in his hands, almost like he’d forgotten about it, his attention solely on me, on my naked flesh, as I carefully slipped into the glass-walled enclosure.
I knew better than to turn my back to a beast, but I couldn’t help taunt him just a little further as I faced the shower’s spray again, displaying my ass to him. The water rained over my head as I raised my face toward the spray, and I closed my eyes as it cascaded over me.
Empowered and emboldened, I turned and found him in the bathroom now, just outside the glass door. I hadn’t even heard him move.
As I grabbed a bar of soap, his gaze tracked everywhere my fingers moved while I lathered my skin, the subtly sweet scent of rain, vanilla, and leather lingering in the air. And as my fingers dipped to my cock, stroking down my erection before moving to cup my balls, I let out a little gasp that had Arthur grasping the top metal rim of the wall as if to calm himself.
A single crack traveled down the glass, and I met his carnal gaze through the fractured door.
And that’s when I realized I’d Seen this moment before. Had a painting of it back in my room.
Arthur’s patience seemed to wane then. Because one moment he watched me touch myself, and the next, he threw the shower door open and stepped inside, clothes and all.
“Arth—”
But I didn’t have a chance to finish his name before his lips were on mine.
I groaned as we crashed to the back of the shower, the spray mingling with our kiss. My teeth nipped playfully at his bottom lip, eliciting a carnal growl from Arthur. He sank his tongue into my mouth to duel with mine, battling for dominance of our kiss, and I willingly surrendered to him.
Trembling hands mapped out my naked body, and I sucked in a breath as he followed every divot and curve, every scratch and bruise. His fingers teased my happy trail, and then he curled a curious, but hesitant, fist around my cock.
We groaned in unison, and when he gave me a tentative stroke, I almost wept.
He backed up slightly to watch his hand move over me, to take note of every hitched breath and body tremor. Soon the soap was rinsed down the drain, making it slightly harder for him to stroke me with only water.
Arthur frowned when he noticed the difference and paused to grab an unlabeled bottle of what seemed like conditioner. Squeezing out some of it onto his palm, he shifted us slightly so the water didn’t completely wash down my front before he fisted my length once more.
“Does this feel all right?” he asked, shifting his other hand down to tease my balls with the gentlest of touches, much different than his treatment of my shaft. But I actually enjoyed the mixture of soft and rough.
I coughed out a choked laugh, a little delirious. “Yeah, Arthur,” I assured him, thrusting up into his grip. “It feels fucking incredible.”
He smiled, and then he licked his lips as his gaze dropped once more to my cock.
“You know,” he said, like this was the perfect fucking time for a conversation, “when I was stone, I was cocooned in Merlin’s magic. So much so, I believe part of it imbedded inside me. For I Saw glimpses through his eyes. Through the eyes of those of his blood who followed after him. Sometimes I was simply a spectator in their visions. Time was inconsequential and impossible to track in that state. I simply was. But I Saw the way the world shifted. The way wars shaped the lands, and how the people across the continents evolved and progressed. I witnessed the developments made into cities, the changes in government, and the alterations of language.
“But though I Saw these visions, they were always just out of reach,” he said, slowing his pace and making me whine in protest. “I was unable to immerse myself and fully grasp most of the things I saw unless it was the focus of the vision. It eventually became too hard to distinguish the past from the present. Not when the timeline of those visions jumped around from decade to decade. Era to era. But through it all, there was one that remained. When everything else changed, when the world switched from carriages to cars, when the mountains grew or shrank and the tides rose or receded, there was one vision I Saw every day. One vision that remained constant. Do you know what I Saw?”
I was trembling now, unable to form words. Holding his gaze, I shook my head, rendered speechless. His gaze fell to my throat, watching as my Adam’s apple bobbed, and he pressed in closer, continuing to jerk me off now in achingly slow slides.
The spray from the shower had drenched his clothes now, and they stuck to him like a second skin. I could see every outline of his muscles as he brushed up against my bare body. The sensation sent a shiver running over my flesh.
Still gliding that strong hand over me, his other hand cupped the side of my face, and he held me still as he locked eyes with me. “I Saw a man with eyes bluer than sapphires and hair as black as the sands of Annwn.” He swallowed, and his next words were raspy and full of longing. “I Saw you. ”
His words absolutely wrecked any reservations I had because hadn’t the same thing happened with me? Hadn’t I fixated on these visions of Arthur before I even knew his name?
One side of his mouth tipped up in a grin as he watched me writhe beneath his touch. “You said my name. That’s all. But it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.” His thumb brushed over the corner of my mouth. “Your smile was so bright, and you had this dimple right here. It was that day at the cathedral when we looked out over the city.”
I couldn’t breathe. It was too warm in here, and my pulse raced beneath my heated skin. My legs were shaking, and it was all I could do to remain standing as he continued to tease me.
Releasing my cock, he sank his hands into my hair, gripping the locks firmly and causing my lips to part on an almost inaudible gasp of pleasure. “Occasionally, the vision of you would change. I Saw you that day in Tintagel surrounded by castle ruins. Sometimes, I Saw you in a dark room surrounded by faceless, muted people. And you were laughing. There was so much joy on your face, and I wanted to take that joy and hoard it for myself.
“There were visions of you surrounded by a storm as lightning struck the ground around you.” One of his palms slid to my throat and gently gripped me there as he tilted my head up so he could nuzzle into my neck. Water cascaded down his back, but it did nothing to deter him as he whispered in my ear. “I Saw you wet and naked and pressed against a tiled wall as you moaned my name while I wrapped my lips around your cock.”
“Arthur,” I whispered in awe as his hands started to roam over my shoulders, feeling, massaging, claiming as they marked a path down to my hands. He linked our palms as he let out a shuddering breath in my ear. Then his green eyes flashed to mine, and I read the need, the desire and possession there as he brought our twined hands to his wet hair.
But I hesitated. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Arthur. You know that right? Fate isn’t set in stone. You can make your own decisions.”
Leaving my fingers in his hair, he dropped his hands and chuckled. It came out low and wicked as it melted into the roar of the shower spray. “Oh, Will. I don’t think you understand.” He leaned forward, and quick as a whip, he bit into my neck, eliciting a feeling of pain and pleasure. The bite wasn’t deep, nor enough to draw blood, and I squirmed as he did it again and again along the column of my throat, marking me with little nips. “Those visions were what kept me sane all those years. What I longed for. What I’ve been desperate for since the moment you became a reality under a dome of lightning.”
So, holding my gaze, he sank to his knees before me.
For the first time in my life, I felt truly powerful. For there was something intrinsically magical being able to bring the king of legends to his knees for me.
With the conditioner all washed away now, his callused hands traced over my torso, not even seeming to notice the way the water ran down his face as he pressed his mouth against my body. His mouth almost burned as it glided across my skin, and the barest hint of his curse sizzled against me as his lips, tongue, and teeth roamed over every inch they could reach. His beard added another layer of delightful sensation on top of the rest, its coarse texture a light scratch compared to the silky glide of his tongue. My fingers tightened slightly in his hair, making him moan.
He kissed and bit along my hip bone, making these ravenous little noises in the back of his throat that vibrated on his tongue. That very tongue lapped at my skin between nips, tasting me like he was starving for me. And I supposed he had been. For 1,500 years.
“Arthur,” I moaned as he dipped his face lower, skimming over my length. “Please.”
“I love the way my name sounds on your tongue. It’s so much better than in my dreams,” he murmured in a voice full of drunken want. He blinked heavy-lidded green eyes up at me as he skated his palms up my thighs. “More, Will. I want more. Will you show me how?”
And how could I refuse that?
“Open,” I instructed, moving one hand to grip the base of my dick. And when he did, parting those rosy lips, I had to give myself a painful squeeze so I wouldn’t come at such a fucking sexy sight.
Then Arthur leaned forward and those full lips wrapped around my crown. My head slammed back against the tiles with a curse. It should have hurt, would probably throb later, but for now, all I could feel was the sinful sensation of Arthur’s tongue darting into my slit to taste my precum with hesitant, yet eager, curiosity.
“That feels so good, Arthur,” I said, my hand falling away from my cock as I let him explore me with his mouth. I kept my other tangled still in his hair. When he suctioned his mouth on my crown, I keened in pleasure. “Ungh, so fucking good.”
He lapped and sucked with enthusiasm then, and when I helped pace him with gentle nudges of my hand in his hair, he made little noises of pleasure in the back of his throat.
He didn’t take me very deep, but I didn’t need him to. Especially not when one of his hands moved up to draw light strokes over my balls at the same time his cheeks hollowed out over my length.
I grunted out praises as he worked me over, and soon I was shaking with desperation as my orgasm coiled, ready to pounce.
“Arthur, I’m so close,” I rasped. “If you don’t want my cum, you need to stop.”
Those green eyes flicked up to look at me, flickering red, and at my words, he only increased his tempo, moving his mouth faster over my cock.
It was that eagerness that sent me careening over the edge. I tumbled over and over, the current of my orgasm dragging me under and overwhelming me until I couldn’t tell which way was up or down.
Ropes of cum shot into Arthur’s eager mouth, and he swallowed every last drop of my ecstasy with desperate sounds of longing.
My vision blacked out at the sheer intensity of it all, but Arthur’s moans brought me out of my fog, and I blinked lust-heavy lids down to find...
We were cocooned in an orb of swirling water.
Arthur released my softening cock then, moving to stand on shaky legs. He reached out in awe, sliding his fingers along the curved wall of water. He smiled, his lips so beautifully swollen, and I couldn’t help myself.
I pounced on him. Whipping him around, I slammed him against the wall of water.
He let out an oomph just before I swallowed the sound with my lips on his. It wasn’t long before he was kissing me back and grinding against my thigh.
I yanked his shirt off over his head, baring his broad, muscular chest to me. My fingers curled through the thick patch of dark blond hair there, before shifting higher to dance over the freckles along his shoulders, wishing I had the patience to kiss each and every one.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I muttered against his mouth, tasting myself on his lips and on his tongue. My hands moved to his pants, struggling with the heavy, soaked denim. It took me several failed tries of trying to undo his pants before remembering...
Closing my eyes, I urged my magic to my fingertips, letting it envelop his remaining clothes in a golden glow. In a blink, his clothes were off him and smacking me right in the face. I spluttered as they plopped to the ground, and my magic quieted once more. Arthur made an amused, but appreciative noise in the back of his throat.
And I took a step back, desperate to see him in all his naked glory. And what a glory he was. A muse worthy of sculptures and other artistic masterpieces to be viewed in museums. But this view was only for me.
Miles of golden, freckled skin glistened under the leftover water from the shower’s spray. Scars dotted his flesh, some large, some small, telling a story of battles hard won. His cock was uncut and a drop of precum glistened at its tip, making me eager to lick it.
But those swollen lips parted as he spoke my name.
So I didn’t think anyone would have blamed me for kissing him again.
The kiss was wet and sloppy, full of groping hands and grinding hips. But then I pulled back, refusing Arthur’s attempt to continue our kiss when he chased after my mouth.
“It’s my turn to kneel for My King,” I whispered against his lips. He sucked in an unsteady breath as I moved to my knees. I bent low and kissed a slow trail up his calf. “Let me worship you.”
His hands grabbed at the wall of water, unable to find purchase. But he didn’t stop me as I stroked my fingers over his skin, glided my mouth over his body.
Groans mixed with growls as he floundered with want and need, loving and hating how I touched him with gentle, leisurely movements, not giving him the pressure he desired.
His breaths quickened the higher I went, and the muscles in his legs flexed when I reached his upper thighs.
“You tease me,” he moaned as I passed over his hard cock, moving straight to his happy trail while my hands massaged his hips.
I grinned against his belly button. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
A groan left his throat. “Will, please—”
His words choked off when I shifted lower to lick the crown of his cock, stroking my tongue over his foreskin. “I think I like it when you beg.” Spreading his legs further apart, I laved my tongue over his balls, getting high off his moans. He sucked in a harsh breath when I finally took his cock into my mouth, feeling the heavy weight of it on my tongue. His legs shook as I moved up and down his shaft, allowing it to delve deeper and deeper each time. When he reached the back of my throat, he pushed off the barrier of solid water and shifted those strong hands to my hair.
“What are you doing to me?” he whispered, damn near reverently, gazing down at me with such awe I could have blushed.
Popping off his cock, I smirked up at him. “Worshiping you.”
He huffed a laugh. “This is you being a sass, yes?”
I ducked my head as I chuckled. “Yes, Arthur. That was me being sassy.”
I returned to lavishing his length with my tongue, loving the way his body strained beneath my touch as he ached for me to give him more. He especially seemed to like when I swirled my tongue around his foreskin, giving the sensitive skin gentle attention.
Over and over, I brought him to the brink, drowning in his sounds and drinking down his need. He’d waited so long to be touched like this, and I wanted to make it worth every moment.
“Will,” Arthur rumbled as I denied him his release a third time. “Will, look at me.”
Something in his tone had me peeking up, surprised to find his gaze flickering red, then clear.
He watched his cock slide in and out of my mouth, one hand lowering from my head to brush a thumb over my bottom lip. On the next pass of his dick over my tongue, he seemed to lose control of his restraint and pressed farther, accidentally causing me to gag and my throat to convulse around his length. He sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure just before he yanked himself from my mouth, leaving me coughing.
But I didn’t let him retreat far.
Arthur let out a noise similar to a whimper as I wrapped my lips around his cock again, taking him down to the base and holding him there until I gagged and had to pull away to catch my breath, showing him it was okay. I wasn’t some deepthroating pro or anything, but what I lacked in skill, I made up for with enthusiasm. So I dove forward again, sliding him to the back of my throat and swallowing around his girth. My tongue swiped along the underside of his dick, and I relished in the burn of him absolutely wrecking my throat.
Again and again, I worked him over, high off the desperate sounds leaving his parted lips.
His jaw clenched as he fought to remain in control of himself, but I didn’t want that. Couldn’t have that.
I pulled back, my lips surely red and swollen. Sweat mixed with the remaining water trailed down the planes and valleys of his body, and I barely managed to control myself so I didn’t pounce on him right then and there. Because he needed to understand before we continued.
“You can’t hurt me, Arthur,” I promised, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock before lapping at his foreskin, playing with it slightly and making his rock-hard dick jerk. “Not to sound like a cocky asshole, but I can stop you at any point.” I wiggled my fingers. “Magic, remember?”
Still, uncertainty flashed in his gaze.
I nibbled my bottom lip, hesitating as I peered up at him, feeling unsure now. But we needed to talk about this because healthy communication of our wants and needs, both in the bedroom—though, in our current case, the shower—and outside of it was important. “I like it when you’re rough. Like, a lot. And I really liked when you lost control before and choked me on your dick. It was hot as hell, and I’d really like you to do that again. But if you’re uncomfortable, we can dial things back?”
His nostrils flared, and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Then he brought my hand to his hip bone. My fingers brushed over a scar from one of his many battles fought. “I’ll agree on one condition. I’ll give you what you want, William. But if it becomes too much, you have to promise me you’ll do as you said and stop me with your magic or”—he tapped my hand he’d placed on his hip—“if you drop this hand, we stop.”
“Deal.”
With that, he reached for me, his desperation to come fueling him to act, and he pressed his cock between my lips. Still, he hesitated before pinning my head to the solid, swirling water behind me with his hips.
Fuuuuck, I liked that.
Liked how his strong hands cupped the nape of my neck, angling my head so that he could press deeper into my throat. How that cursed energy sizzled over his skin, sending a jolt of electricity and slight pain where our skin connected. How, as I started to gag the next time, Arthur’s hand came around to tenderly massage my neck, almost like he was stroking his bulge in my throat.
Instinctually, I tried to shift away, choking slightly around his thick length, but Arthur’s grip on my neck immobilized me. And fuck yes , I loved it. Wanted it. Needed fucking more .
He paused just the barest moment, because I knew he didn’t want to risk hurting me, even though I’d assured him I could handle this, handle him. The hand on my neck moved to the one of mine I kept firmly planted on his hip, just like I’d promised. He gently rubbed the back of that hand, and his face filled with question, like he was making sure I was fine. That he wasn’t pushing me too far.
Using a blast of magic, I shoved his hand away, giving him my answer.
Yes, I wanted this. No, it wasn’t too much.
I needed more.
A growl rumbled in his chest at my silent answer, and he nipped his bottom lip with slightly elongated canines as the sound intensified. His vision flashed red then cleared just as fast, his control of his beast waning for a second and...
And for a moment, just the briefest moment, I had the thought to tempt it closer to the surface. To feel that violent energy come out and play. To feel the rageful strength as he wrecked me in the most sinful of ways.
Because unlike Arthur, I wasn’t scared of his demon, sensing it didn’t want to harm me. Liked me, even.
Maybe I was a fool.
“Not yet,” he rumbled, drawing me out of my thoughts as his hand found my throat again. He swept a thumb against my Adam’s apple and groaned as he felt his cock lodged deep there. “You’re doing so well for me.” When I choked a little, he pulled back some, his breaths leaving him in desperate pants. “I know, I know. Just a little bit more.” Thrust . “I’m so close, Will.” Thrust, thrust, thrust . “You can last a little longer for me, can’t you, darling? You want to taste me on your tongue?”
His words had my eyes rolling back with desire, and I was floating even as I gagged around him as he fucked my throat. I breathed through my nose, and laved my tongue the best I could over the underside of his cock. And he grunted out a sound of appreciation when I did it again and again.
Wrecked would be an understatement for my current state, and I loved every fucking thing about it.
My hand found that I was hard once more. I stroked fast and rough over my dick, gazing up through wet lashes to see Arthur’s face contorted in painful ecstasy as he made sharp, deep thrusts. His manic gaze darted over my face, as if logging this moment into his memory. And I couldn’t blame him.
I wanted to paint this moment so I could look back on it forever.
Trails of humidity curved down his temples and dripped from his beard, and strands of his wet, darkened hair clung to the sides of his face and neck. His eyes were slitted open, and his plush lips were parted as he panted for breath.
He watched me like I was a snack, and he was a man starved for a meal.
My throat tightened around him as I swallowed around his length, knowing I’d be sore later and not giving a flying fuck.
Arthur seemed to agree, lost to his own pleasure. “That’s right, darling. Swallow. Yes. Again. Again. Ungh, yes , again. ”
And that was all it took to send me over the edge for a second time. I groaned around his cock, loving the abuse to my throat as I shot out my release over my hand. The orb of water burst into mist, and I continued stroking myself through each pulse of my orgasm, high off my pleasure and the greedy noises Arthur made as he realized what I’d just done. He was mumbling almost nonsensically now as he continued to fuck my mouth, to sink his cock deep in my throat in wild abandon. He just needed a little extra to get pushed over the edge.
Keeping my hand on his hip, I slid down the tiled wall, bringing him along with me until I lay on the wet floor. Arthur let out an almost animalistic growl as he shallowly fucked my throat the entire way down, straddling my face and gazing down at me in crazed awe as he held the sides of my head to keep me exactly where he wanted me, at the best angle to keep thrusting. “So good. So good, Will. I—” He choked off when my free hand moved behind him, slick with my release, and lightly teased the crease of his ass. Then he was coming down my throat, his voice altering to a blissful roar.
Hot spurts of cum filled my throat, and I took it all, humming in approval before I swallowed the rest of his release.
When his cock softened, I let it slip from my mouth.
Arthur helped me sit and gathered me in his arms as we sat under the spray. His pulse thundered beneath my ear as I laid my head against his chest, mirroring my own racing heartbeat. He murmured words of praise and adoration as he cradled me like I was something to treasure and protect.
And God, did I like that.
I wanted Arthur so fiercely, it should have scared me. But as we sat there basking in the afterglow of our pleasure, it just felt right.
And as his soft lips smoothed over my brow, peppering me with tender kisses, I realized something so glaringly obvious.
I loved Arthur Pendragon, king of legends, and I was so royally fucked.