Chapter Seventeen #5
Lightning fast, Iver toppled him. Had it not been for the bond, he would’ve taken William by surprise, but the undercurrents of their connection had announced his intentions. Still, it knocked the air from William as his back hit the mattress.
“So eager,” William said with a breathless laugh.
Iver straddled him, humming when William’s erect shaft slid along his crease.
He craved William inside him like he’d never craved anything else.
He was vibrating with the need for his cock.
William’s eyes were brimming with affection as Iver reached behind him.
His cock was long, hard and slick with faerie oil. He’d feel so good inside of him.
“Be careful,” William said and bit his lip, giving a last warning before they’d be consumed by passion. Iver was out of his mind with desire, and no clear thought lay on the other side of William entering him.
William’s spongy glans hit Iver’s entrance, and he bore down, his anal ring widening to accept his mate.
William popped inside, and Iver grunted, the invasion briefly watering his eyes before the faerie oil did its work.
Inch by inch, he sank onto William. His thick cock widened him, parting his inner walls.
Gasping, Iver descended, burying William in his hole.
He threw his head back as William slid across his prostate.
It was where he wanted him. Thrills shot up his spine, pleasure expanding.
William bottomed out, putting constant, inescapable pressure on Iver’s gland.
It forced the precum from him, which spilled where his erection lay on William’s abdomen, a small puddle of clear fluid that collected in the dips between his muscles before running down his side.
“Damn,” William ground out, “you’re so snug.”
He was. He could feel the ghost of his own tightness around his cock, the pressure nearly orgasm-inducing.
Iver placed his hands on William’s chest, squeezing the full, firm flesh of his pecs. “Fuck, I love your tits.” Bulging, they looked obscene.
William groaned, and Iver thumbed his nipples, drawing another impassioned sound from him.
Those dusty pink nubs were hardening under his touch, becoming fully erect as he twisted them between his fingers, William’s cock jerking inside him.
He bumped Iver’s prostate, pulling a helpless keen from him.
“This is where I’ve wanted you—sprawled out under me, that fat cock of yours in my hole, willing and ready for me.”
He gave William’s pecs another firm squeeze, making him arch, his cock gliding impossibly deeper, rubbing Iver’s prostate.
“Yes,” William panted. He clasped Iver’s hips, his eyes darkening. “Use me. Use me for your pleasure. You had to go without for so long. I want you to feel good.” He licked his lips. “Make yourself come on me.”
Iver fisted William’s curls, forcing his head back, exposing his jugular. He grabbed William’s hand, interlaced their fingers and pressed it into the sheets above his head. William wasn’t perturbed by his vulnerable position, Iver holding him down.
Iver rolled his hips, a slow, controlled movement, William’s cock sliding through him, inevitably grinding against his prostate.
Once he began, Iver couldn’t stop. Filthy curses tore off his lips as pleasure shot through him, leaving him shaking.
Every move knocked William harder into him, his prostate singing with the constant thumps.
Frenzied, he rode William like a man possessed, his cock rubbing across the rippling muscles of William’s stomach, leaking onto them.
William was a mess under him. His curls were mussed, a flush running from his face over his neck and onto his chest, which glistened with sweat. Every rock of Iver’s hips provoked a needy moan, those hungry sounds spurring him on.
He canted his hips, driving William’s glans into his prostate. An ecstatic shudder rattled him. His cock and balls skimmed across William’s slick skin; his insides narrowed, gripping William.
Iver rocked forward, grinding his most sensitive place on William’s cock. William’s eyes were screwed shut, his mouth open in a wide “O,” his abdominal muscles tense as he was fighting not to come.
“I love how responsive you are,” Iver said, “how good you’re trying to be, holding your climax back.” Another hump. William gasped.
Iver lifted an inch off William only to slam back down, smacking them together in the most carnal way. As William’s crown hit his gland, Iver lost control.
He went rigid atop William. William’s eyes snapped open, and Iver sank into that blue sea. They shared every sensation reverberating through them.
Everything faded but the places where their bodies and souls connected. William shoved his hips upward, thumping Iver’s prostate.
Iver cried out, his prostate seizing, his balls shuddering. Cum spurted from his glans in a high arc, hitting William across the face. The second spout flew onto his chest, sullying that creamy white skin.
William grunted, his cock lurched, and he splattered his load across Iver’s prostate.
A high-pitched shout ripped out of Iver, and he convulsed hard and fast, coming savagely on William, more cum erupting from his cock, drenching William just as he was flooding his insides.
Every contraction pressed William deeper into his special place, extending and intensifying Iver’s release.
The orgasm boomed through them, surge after surge spurring them through a violent release.
Everything synchronized. Their breath, their heartbeats, their convulsing loins all followed the same, powerful rhythm. Iver lost all sense of self, compressing and expanding as one with William. Every new round crashed into them with world-shattering might, orgasmic waves pulsating through them.
They came down from their high, still moving together, hips rolling in time with one another, and then they were coming again within the minute, groins tensing and relaxing to the thundering rhythm of their hearts.
Their climax ripped through them. It shredded whatever separation was left.
They were one, and the only thing that mattered was to keep this state of absolute connection alive.
When the orgasm threatened to slow and ebb off once more, William rolled Iver onto his back and fucked him into the mattress.
Another eruption tore into them, and they came, one body plundering the other, rapid thrusts keeping their release going.
Their supernatural strength allowed them to press on beyond the humanly possible, pelvic muscles relentlessly convulsing, a bulbous crown bringing a twitching gland to unending highs.
Their souls were lost in another world when they eventually collapsed, still joined most intimately. The world was dark, their souls fused. They drifted through oblivion, basking in the aftershocks. Then, even those faded, and only love remained. It was like this for a long time.
“…ver? Iver!” Slap. A panicked curse. “Iver! Please wake up.” Another slap.
Iver’s cheek stung. His lids were heavy, but he forced them open, finding William staring at him, illuminated by the faint, gray light of morning falling in through the windows.
“Oh, thank God, you’re awake. I’ve been trying to wake you up…” William cupped Iver’s face. “Did I hurt you last night?”
“I’m all right.” Though there was a stiffness in his lower body.
“Things got out of hand… I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t mean to put me on my back and fuck me till we passed out?” Iver said, amused.
“I’m worried I hurt you. Are you sure you’re all right? Maybe we should go to the healer…”
“William.” Iver placed a hand on William’s. “I’m fine.” He pulled him down, kissing him on the lips. When he let go and looked up at him, the concern on William’s face had not faded.
They stared at each other. William was extending his senses, listening to the bond, trying to discern if there was something wrong with Iver. Only when he’d assured himself that there was nothing beyond a twinge, did he relax.
Iver pulled him into his arms, stroking him.
Nobody had ever taken care of him like William did.
William, who’d been there in his darkest hour.
Who’d believed him. Who’d protected him.
He wanted to be there for William like he’d been there for him.
Overbrimming with emotion, Iver kissed him, William answering with body and soul, drowning him in affection.
Emotion pricked Iver’s eyes. “I love you.” The confession was out, undeniable in its truth.
Surprise registered on William’s face and in the bond. Something melted inside him, defenses coming down. That sense of unworthiness that Iver had sensed in him crumbled, unable to withstand such words from a man who couldn’t lie. William smiled. “I love you too.”
Those were the sweetest words Iver had ever heard.
They spent the morning in bed, lying in each other’s arms, kissing and sleeping. Having pushed their limits the night before, they refrained from further lovemaking in the physical sense, though William’s soul penetrating and enfolding his was an experience close to it.
At noon, they met Ailenor and Charlotte for a late breakfast in the Green Room.
Iver’s gait was stiff, but aside from William, no one noticed.
The two women were sitting side by side, animatedly talking as always.
In recent weeks, their relationship had turned into an official courtship.
A wedding couldn’t be far off, not with how radiant they looked around each other, all smiles and lingering touches.
Ailenor and Charlotte stood to greet them, but then, as though she couldn’t hold it in anymore, Ailenor flew into Iver’s arms. Her smaller body impacted with his, and she threw her arms around him, hugging him.
Ailenor had always been easy going, but normally, she was more controlled than this. Her blue eyes sparked with joy.
“I’m pregnant!” Ailenor squealed. “Charlotte and I, we’re both pregnant!”
It was pandemonium. Iver, stunned, was hugged and squeezed.
Charlotte embraced William. “The midwife saw us this morning and confirmed it: Ailenor and I are both with child.”
Happiness flooded through Iver. His eyes found William’s. They were going to have two beautiful children. The Winter Court had an heir. William’s smile was blinding, and then he was in Iver’s arms, nuzzling his neck.
Iver could barely believe it. He was going to be a father. And these people, his family, had made it possible. He kissed William and Ailenor on the cheeks, showering them with affection. He took Charlotte’s hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “My gratitude knows no bounds.”
It was the next morning when a herald came galloping toward Silverlight Castle in a mad rush, hooves pounding the frozen ground.