Chapter Seventeen #3
Heat flushed Iver, pooling between his legs. He clasped William’s hand on his stomach, bringing the tantalizing caress to a stop. Their wedding marks aligned.
“Sorry, I’m making us hard again,” William said.
A low growl rose in Iver’s throat. He wanted this, wanted it badly. They had to deny themselves the physical connection they craved with every fiber of their beings.
Iver captured William’s lips in a kiss. They could have this. He’d have to speak with the healer. How much longer did they have to hold off? He yearned to unite with William in every way.
He shifted, feeling William’s shaft travel along his cleft, a ghost of the friction brushing his own cock.
He moaned quietly. It had been like this ever since he’d opened the bond—every small, intimate touch reverberated between them.
If William as much as touched his own shaft, Iver sensed the shadow of it on his cock.
“Don’t move,” William said, “it’ll go away on its own if we leave it.”
“I wish I could at least suck your cock, get you the release you deserve for being such a good husband.”
William groaned. “You’re not making it better.”
“I will, eventually. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”
William shivered. “That’s a promise you can’t get out of.”
“Oh, I know.”
Their desperation grew with every passing day.
Their casual groping became more frequent, their touches lingering and suggestive.
They were going out of their minds with unsated lust. This couldn’t be healthy!
By the time winter drew to an end in the human world, Iver was walking around with a near-constant erection.
How was that supposed to do his heart any good?
His fitness improved. He went from climbing one flight of stairs to two, then all the way from the grotto to the ballroom under the roof. Soon, he surpassed William in strength and speed, as he had before their marriage. How could he not have sex when he felt this good?
But the healer, when he brought it up, gave him a stern look and told him to hold off for another week. Deep down, he knew she was right. It was unwise for a king to risk his health because he was salivating for cock.
But desire pulsed in his loins day and night, as hot as lava bubbling under his skin. William’s scent was enough to get him rock-hard.
One night, as they lay tangled in the sheets, he fell asleep to William stroking every inch of him.
His soul tangled with William’s as his eyes closed and he drifted off.
William was there in his dream, body and soul enfolding him, their hearts beating in the same, steady rhythm, their breathing synchronized.
The hunger that’d been boiling underneath the surface for weeks came to a head.
Iver and William were one, throbbing with love and lust, souls merging and flaring.
He awoke in the middle of the night with a raging erection, throbbing with need.
Beside him, William opened his eyes and slung an arm over Iver’s hips.
Iver pulled him close, and William nestled against him, fitting his head under Iver’s chin, breath tickling his throat.
Hard cocks brushed against thighs and hips, and they moaned in unison.
Iver was no longer tired. He was comfortable, his hand sneaking under William’s nightshirt, seeking skin. After weeks of abstinence, the temptation to roll William onto his back and take him overpowered everything else. The healer’s advice be damned, Iver needed him. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He squeezed William’s buttocks, earning a drawn-out moan. His own cock was leaking, soaking a wet spot into the front of his night robe.
“We’ve waited long enough,” Iver said, his voice low and deep in the silence of the room. “I need you.”
William pulled back to look at him. “Are you sure?” He placed a hand over Iver’s heart, its steady beat pulsing against his palm.
“I’m sure.”
“We’ll have to be careful, take things slowly,” William said, but his eyes were dark with lust. He gently pushed Iver onto his back and rolled on top, straddling him.
Reaching back, he pulled his nightshirt over his head and tossed it to the ground.
His skin was dark cream in the flickering light of the single candle left burning.
Iver palmed William’s thighs, sliding his hands over smooth skin, toward his crotch.
There, between his spread legs, sat his cock, the tip flushed with arousal.
William’s hands dropped to Iver’s chest, fingers running over the white silk of his night robe. He tugged at the sash holding it in place. The loose knot came undone, and the fabric flowed to the sides, exposing Iver.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” William muttered. He lowered and placed open-mouthed kisses on Iver’s chest, his lips velvety against the firm flesh of Iver’s pecs. “I want to worship you.”
He slid down his body, peppering Iver with kisses and tender bites. When he came up, he closed his fist around Iver’s erection.
Iver arched into the touch. The pressure was sudden and welcome, his cock receiving the attention he’d been denied for so long. He was dying for more, for William to stroke and jerk him until he unloaded in rapid shots of cum.
William let go, provoking a disgruntled whine, and rose to pull open the nightstand’s drawer, retrieving a vial of faerie oil. “It’s probably safest if we don’t have intercourse.” Concern furrowed his expression. “I don’t want to overstrain you.”
“I’m fine,” Iver said.
“I almost lost you,” William said, sorrow drenching his words.
Iver squeezed his thighs and sent reassurance through their connection. He hated seeing William perturbed. “You didn’t lose me.” He closed his hand around William’s where he held the faerie oil, and removed the cork.
William covered his hand in faerie oil, never taking his eyes off him. Iver offered the hollow of his palm, and William poured him a little, then corked the vial.
Iver spread the oil across his fingers, then curled them around William’s erection. William jerked at the sudden bolt of pleasure. It rattled them both. The vial landed with a muffled thump on the pillows.
“You went without sex for a long time. For me.” Iver dragged his hand over William’s length, oiling him. “I want to make it up to you.”
Concern seeped into the bond. “You don’t have to. You don’t owe me anything. Of course I abstained when it was necessary for your health.” William swallowed. “I worried about you.”
“You’re noble, but you forget I’m a fae. I have to repay you. It’s a compulsion.” Knowing it’d bring him pleasure, Iver hauled his hand over William’s shaft. Keen need bounced between them. “Don’t be surprised if I give into your every whim for the next two months.”
A shiver went through William, possessiveness flaring. He propped himself up on one arm and lowered, claiming Iver’s lips in a searing kiss. “You don’t know what you do to me.” He reverently ran his slick thumb over Iver’s length. His emotions told of immeasurable devotion.
The faerie oil’s heat ignited Iver’s flesh, bringing it to a delicious throb. The veins snaking up his shaft palpitated as they pumped the blood to his glans. He stared into William’s eyes as he formed a loose fist around his cock and stroked him, letting him glide through his slippery hold.
William threw his head back with a gasp, curls brushing the base of his neck. Iver tightened his grip.
“God, I’ve missed this,” William pressed out.
He wrapped his hand around Iver, the sensations that flowed between them multiplying. Pleasure swirled as they rubbed each other, stoking desire.
It laid Iver open, his dick responding to every touch, twitching and drooling, his soul embracing William’s. He hauled his fingers up and down William’s cock, every slide showering them in bliss. Thumbing the flared head, he drew a rough grunt from William. “Fuck, Iver.”
William sat up and brought their cocks together, taking them in one hand, his silver wedding mark gleaming. Iver moaned as William glided along his length, sparks shooting up his spine with every roll of William’s hips.
Arousal mounted in his core, and for the first time in two months, he allowed himself to indulge in the rising urgency. It’d been too long. He yearned to experience all-encompassing, orgasmic release with his husband. With his mate.
William let go of Iver and took his own cock in hand, the deep red crown glistening with precum.
He gave himself a couple of rough jerks, forcing more liquid from his slit.
When he pointed his tip down, he was dripping precum.
He dragged his oozing glans up Iver’s length where it rested on his lower abdomen, smearing that precious fluid all over him.
Iver’s inner muscles clenched. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Mark me.”
Frenzied hunger glinted in William’s eyes. “I want to come all over you.”
Iver’s cock twitched, sensations pulsing where William’s glans was leaking onto his frenulum. “Do it.”
William let out a feral growl and set his jaw. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” Every passing second built the urgency climbing in Iver’s loins. He needed release, needed it more than his next breath.
William was staring at their hard dicks, his eyes wild with untamed lust. And yet, he was hesitating. “I want to make it good for you.”
“You will.” Their bond open, his release would trigger Iver’s, who couldn’t imagine anything more erotic than to climax to the rhythm of William’s cock spouting ropes of cum.
“I feel every stroke. I’ll come so hard when you do.
” William’s gaze flicked to his. Iver sensed the battle raging inside of him: William hadn’t climaxed in weeks and needed release, but he was concerned for Iver.
Time to put an end to his fretting. “Make yourself come for me.”
William visibly restrained himself, sweat beading on his brow. “Are you su—”
“You’ve sworn to obey me,” Iver cut him off. “This is an order from your king: make yourself come.”