Epilogue
You like it when I’m cocky
Arthur
One year later
T he weight of someone’s stare tracked me as I rode Buttercup along the path, making me still and her ears twitch.
Without letting them know I knew I was being followed, I subtly scanned the forest around me, seeking for any sign of my stalker. With the sun’s rays waning, the trees surrounding me were cast in shadows, giving someone the perfect place to hide from my searching eyes.
I continued down the path, my ears perked up to listen for any sound of pursuit. But when none came, yet the feeling of their gaze remained, I frowned.
Reaching a short outcropping that overlooked the lands of Avalon, I dismounted from Buttercup, pretending to need a break. Plucking one of the ripe, juicy apples from a nearby tree, I fed it to my companion. All the while, I swept my sight along the foliage around me for any sign of the person following us.
But when no attack came, I nearly convinced myself that I was just being paranoid. So after feeding and watering Buttercup, I moved to mount her when a blast of magic curled around my wrists.
Before I could release a sound of alarm, I found myself being hauled backward toward the cliff’s edge.
My pulse raced, and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I found myself peering out toward the lush lands below.
A hand came around to cover my mouth at the same time a warm body covered my back. If I could have moved, I would have. But some sort of spell kept me from fighting them off.
And with the hand clamped over my mouth, sealing it shut, I couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t call for aid.
Warm breath whispered over my ear, and a hint of a smile lit my attacker’s voice when he spoke. “ Tsk, tsk . You’re getting sloppy, My King.”
My hands flexed at those words, and I huffed against his palm. When he removed his hand, I didn’t shout for help.
I’d never need saving from him.
“How long have you been following me?” I asked Will as he smoothed his nose up the side of my neck, still not releasing me from whatever spell kept me locked in place. But strangely, I didn’t mind. Not like I thought I would after being freed from a similar spell. Because this was Will, my lover and confidant.
The literal man of my dreams.
I trusted him more than I did myself.
Will nipped at the junction of my shoulder and neck, making me moan and my cock harden uncomfortably in my trousers. “Mm, a while,” he murmured. “Saw you pick your wedgie and everything.”
Ugh, I was really hoping he hadn’t seen that.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied weakly, especially when one of his hands slipped under the front of my shirt. His palm pressed against my stomach feeling the way my muscles tensed in anticipation under his touch.
“Liar.” In the next moment, just the back of my pants were yanked down over my ass. I gasped as cool air brushed over my bare skin, and a mixture of panic and excitement rushed through me as I gazed down at the bustling city below. Most people were too far to see me from this distance, and even those closest wouldn’t be able to see that my backside was exposed to the sunset. But that didn’t make me any less worried.
“Will...”
“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, almost reverently, as he ran slick fingers down the crease of my ass.
I groaned so loud that several birds took flight from nearby trees. “Yes.”
Those slick fingers dipped between my cheeks. They circled my hole, and my body trembled with the touch.
“Is this okay?” he asked, pressing against me but not entering.
“Yes. Please, I need”
My words died off when he pressed a single finger inside. “Sh, I know what you need.”
I scoffed lightly as he worked his finger in and out, stretching me slowly. “You’re so cocky these days.”
He grinned against my neck at my words. “You like it when I’m cocky.”
He wasn’t wrong.
There was something about Will when he was confident in himself that really turned me on, and he knew it.
“Are we really doing this?” I breathed, squirming slightly as he added a second finger.
Laughter sounded from below, and a couple of bonfires along the hillside roared to life.
“I thought it could be fun,” Will said, just before he pressed against that spot inside me that set my body on fire in the best of ways. I keened loudly, my breaths leaving me in heavy pants. And when a third finger thrust into me, stretching me even further, I let out a slew of curses.
Will chuckled. “What do you say, Your Majesty?” Another thrust. “Want to get a little wild with me?”
I couldn’t believe I was actually considering this. I was supposed to be a leader. Someone people followed and looked up to. What would they think if they found out that I’d had sex right here where anyone could see?
It was crazy. It was reckless.
But I absolutely loved it.
“Yes,” I said finally, arching my back as much as Will’s spell would allow. “I want that.”
Though I couldn’t see it, I heard the grin in Will’s next word. “Good.”
And then his fingers were stroking insistently over my prostate.
Unintelligible words left me as he focused on that sensitive spot, never giving me a reprieve. It was almost too much, a mix of pain and pleasure Will knew I absolutely craved.
“Will,” I moaned, so close without having even been touched. “I need more.”
“Sh,” he said softly before shifting that hand on my stomach lower to slip beneath the band of my underwear. I cried out when he circled my shaft, his long fingers tight and slick with lube. He stroked his hand up and down my length in quick, strong movements, all the while keeping up his wonderfully torturous ministrations with his fingers in my ass.
My brain was clouded with lust and want, and all thoughts of being quiet ceased to matter when he dipped his hand on my cock to play with my balls.
Because wow, that felt nice.
It didn’t take long to push me over the edge after that. One second Will was stroking over the crown of my dick, and the next, a hot spray of cum coated his invisible fist.
He worked me through every pulse and aftershock of my orgasm, ringing out every single drop of cum until I was shaking with sensitivity and satisfaction.
When he finally withdrew his fingers and released my softened cock, I inhaled with both relief and disappointment.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, sounding far too smug.
“You know I did,” I practically wheezed.
“Mm, yes, but I like to hear you admit it.”
“Dick,” I muttered, though there was no heat in it.
His clothed erection pressed against my ass, and despite being tired, my holed clenched with anticipation.
“You up for a little more fun?” he asked, one of his hands coming around to grab my hip. “Or do you want a break?”
Was that even a question?
“I want to feel you inside me,” I said, and his fingers tightened.
He groaned. “Fuck yes.”
Then his body was gone, leaving me cold and vulnerable to the coming night.
But within seconds, Will was back, only this time, his bare cock, slid between my cheeks. His breath was warm as he teased his slick cock up and down my crease. “Good thing your cum is an excellent lubricant or else I might have needed to attempt summoning some,” he teased, and I released a mixture of a groan and a laugh at the knowledge that he was using my cum as lube.
He didn’t waste any time after that sliding into me, not that I would have wanted him too.
Over the past several months, I’d discovered one of my favorite things in bed was to have Will’s cock enter me after coming on his fingers or tongue. I loved the way he felt pumping into me when I was so sensitive after an orgasm, and Will knew it too. So even though I didn’t think I could orgasm again so soon, I still enjoyed every overwhelming sensation of his hard flesh entering me.
Sinking all the way inside, Will and I moaned together. My hole spasmed around his girth, and his fingers dimpled my waist where he grabbed onto me.
Then he was thrusting, slow and smooth. Will never took me as hard as I him, knowing that while I liked the occasional rough sex, I preferred the sensual, slow glide of his cock inside me.
Above us, twinkling lights scattered across the night sky. Their glow lit the night around us, helping me make out the people gathering below.
I clenched around Will’s dick, and he cursed loudly as he picked up his pace a little.
When he came, he groaned my name in my ear, loud and full of love.
And for several long moments, we stayed just as we were, joined and panting.
Will was carefully tender as he removed his cock from my body, and the hot trail of his cum leaked from my hole.
Once presentable, the two of us returned to the castle, greeting merchants and other dwellers still out.
Over the past year, Will and his family had stayed with me in Avalon, helping replenish it with vegetation and life with the Grail’s help. The people here had been hesitant to accept our aid, though, and we couldn’t blame them.
They’d spent so long under the rule of Morgana and the other fairy queens. Had suffered and starved until they were mere shadows of themselves.
But as the weeks continued, they’d started to trust us more and more.
Sometimes, the little folk would leave offerings on the steps of the castle. Little trinkets that glittered and glowed under the sun. When issues arose, the people asked us for counsel and assistance. When he wasn’t following Otto around like a lovesick puppy—I mean, kitten. Gerry spoke up for creature rights. Nana Joanne was celebrated for her age and wisdom, much to her delight but our chagrin. Vincent helped distribute food and drink with the aid of the Treasures when we were still early on in restoring the lands. Dorothy and Otto started a medical practice, creating tonics and elixirs of all sorts. And Will used his magic to help rebuild homes and make clothes.
Pretty soon, the Avalonian people accepted us and asked us to stay.
I’d been hesitant to rule again. Not because I thought I couldn’t, but because even now, I still struggled to feel as if I deserved the title of King.
But Will never let me fall down into my dark thoughts, reminding me that our mistakes don’t define us. Just how we move on afterward.
When we reached our room, Will and I headed straight to the shower. Plumbing was something I’d ensured, with Will’s help, was installed in every home throughout Avalon.
Because showers were magical, and everyone deserved one.
With no other obligations for tonight, Will and I headed up one of the castle’s front towers.
Will had commandeered the spire almost as soon as he’d moved into the castle, loving the view from the windows. Back then, the stone walls had been gray and dreary. Now, they were covered in splashes of color from Will’s artwork.
Most nights, we found ourselves up here. Will with his paints, me with a book. I’d taken it upon myself this past year to learn to read Will’s language. I’d graduated from children’s books to young adult. Then from young adult to new adult. Recently, I’d found a love for romance novels.
While Will poured paints in greens and blues and yellows onto a large canvas set on the floor, I reclined on a leather couch I’d requested to be placed up here. Will had griped the entire time as he’d used his magic to carry the couch up the steps about me using him so selfishly, but on nights like these, I knew he was glad to have me up here.
Opening my novel to my bookmarked spot, I read while Will continued to splash paint over the canvas, letting the colors mix and drip.
But it was awfully distracting. Especially when he leaned over, and I got a great view of his bottom.
“Stop staring at my ass,” he said, peeking behind himself to mock glare at me.
I grinned, unashamed of my ogling. “But it’s such a nice butt.”
A wicked gleam filled his gaze, and it was moments like this where I spotted the incubus in his blood. “Yeah?”
My book clapped close, and I tossed it aside onto the couch as I moved toward him.
Will’s eyes dilated as I closed in, delighting in the hint of my beast as my canines lengthened and nipped my bottom lip.
I grabbed him then, and we toppled to the ground in a fiery kiss. The paint on the canvas smeared beneath us, and I tore his ruined clothes off with my bare hands.
He didn’t seem to care as I tossed his ripped clothes to the side, and in the next instant, I found my clothes gone as well, leaving me suddenly naked.
I quirked a brow down at him, and he grinned unapologetically up at me before tugging me down to kiss him some more.
We ground together until our bodies were slick with sweat, paint, and precum. Will moaned against my mouth as our cocks rubbed together, and he broke away from the kiss to look at me with frenzied eyes. “Inside me. Now .”
I grinned. “As you wish.”
I knew how he wanted this too. How he craved the way I pounded into him, rough and wild. Loved it when I completely wrecked him in the most carnal of ways.
So that was exactly what I did.
With one last thrust of my tongue, I withdrew, delighting in his whines.
Grabbing the oil we always kept near, I slathered my cock, making a right mess of myself and the canvas when some spilled. But I couldn’t find it in myself to care. Caring was for future Arthur to do.
Will’s hooded gaze watched me as I lined my cock up with his hole, and with all the gentleness of a wild horse, I slammed into him.
His mouth parted in a cry of pleasure as I shoved all the way in with no mercy, not stopping until my cock was seated completely inside.
I didn’t even give him the chance to catch his breath before I pulled out all the way, only to ram right back in.
Just the way I knew Will liked it.
“Yes,” he gasped as I did it again. And again. “Yes, like that. Harder.”
“I don’t think I can physically go any harder than I am,” I panted.
Will choked on a laugh, and he pressed a messy hand to my cheek. “No, I... What you’re doing is perfect.”
Our moans sang through the night as we moved together, reaching our climaxes in unison. I loved the way he felt against me when he came, the way he shook with aftershocks and gasped in air as though his pleasure had been so intense he’d forgotten to breathe.
I just loved him . William Towers, the man who risked everything to save me from lifetimes of pain. The man I wanted to call mine for all eternity.
So I couldn’t stop my words from tumbling out right then.
“Be mine,” I whispered against his mouth, my lips just barely brushing his.
“I already am,” he reminded, smiling.
“Marry me, Will,” I said, gazing into those blue eyes that always held me captive.
Will blinked in surprise, but his eyes were warm with adoration. “Why, Mr. Pendragon, did you just propose?”
I groaned dramatically. “Ugh, no! You know I hate being called that!” I grinned. “Maybe I should take back my proposal.”
“Nope. No takesies backsies,” Will said, dragging me lower so he could plant another kiss on my lips. “Yes, Arthur. I’ll marry you.”
My heart leapt at his words. “Yeah?”
His grin almost blinded me. “Yeah.”
“I don’t have a ring,” I admitted, feeling silly that I’d gotten caught up in the moment and had proposed without the basic necessities.
But Will just shook his head and smiled. “I don’t need a ring when I have your heart.”
And how my heart burned with love for him.
I helped Will to his feet, grimacing at the mess we’d made of ourselves and his painting. “I’m sorry.”
Will studied the mess we’d made on his canvas with a warm smile. “Don’t be. I think this just might be my favorite painting I’ve ever made.”
And when he looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes, yellow and green paint smeared over his forehead and across his cheek, I couldn’t hold myself back.
I kissed him.
Will melted against me, and his mouth moved eagerly with mine. He licked a teasing trail along my bottom lip, and I chased the taste of him with my own tongue, desperate for anything he gave me.
Because I meant it when I told him I wanted everything from him.
“I love you, Will. I loved you in my dreams, and I love you even more now that I’m awake.”
He grinned against my lips. “I love you, too, Arthur. I love you so fucking much.”
And with the stars glimmering beyond, I kissed him again.
Because I could.