Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
Wraith let his mind go blank as Konrad laid him on the bed. Konrad may hate him, but the way he touched Wraith suggested that Konrad did not find him physically repulsive.
Konrad’s hands moved over his body, stroking and caressing everywhere. His hands felt so strong and warm. Wraith arched into the touch. He wrapped his arms around Konrad’s broad chest.
Konrad pressed him down into the bed. Wraith moaned and writhed. The last of his nerves and terrors dissipated as the lust and desire took over. Perhaps his fear would return later. But for now, Wraith revelled in Konrad’s touch.
Konrad’s promise not to harm him and to respect him would have to be enough for Wraith. Considering his own family did not treat him with respect, it was already an improvement. As long as Konrad kept his word.
Wraith slid his hands over Konrad’s wide shoulders and into his hair.
He clutched at Konrad as they kissed. Nothing had ever felt like this before.
From this short exposure to sex with the living, it was very different from sex with ghosts.
This had a warmth and a … firmness. It felt real to Wraith’s touch-starved body.
Now, lying beneath Konrad, he felt alive, skin tingling, nerves electrified, and his cock throbbing with desperate need. He could feel Konrad’s erection through his clothes, and there was something heady in the knowledge that Konrad found him desirable.
The kiss broke. Wraith gasped, drawing air into his aching lungs. Konrad pressed hungry, open-mouthed kisses to Wraith’s jaw, throat, and collarbone. Then he moved down.
Wraith’s breath came heavy. Konrad paused at Wraith’s nipples. He licked one. Wraith cried out as Konrad drew it into his mouth and sucked. Then Konrad continued. He flicked his tongue into Wraith’s belly button.
Meanwhile, Konrad’s hands reached for the laces that did up Wraith’s trousers. He tugged them undone and pulled the trousers down Wraith’s legs. Konrad cast them behind him. His green eyes drank Wraith in.
Now Wraith was completely exposed and vulnerable. He had to stop himself from covering his naked body.
“You’re beautiful,” Konrad said, awe in his voice.
Wraith frowned, surprised at the compliment. But then Konrad pulled away and removed his own trousers.
Wraith sucked in a breath. How could Konrad see Wraith as beautiful? Wraith could not compare to Konrad.
Wraith knew he had been too thin his entire life. He’d almost died as a child and had never recovered properly. As a result, his body lacked real muscle or definition. Whilst Konrad had delicious muscles everywhere. And his cock, thick and hard, had Wraith salivating.
Wraith opened his mouth, wanting to pay Konrad a compliment and express how handsome he thought his husband was. But the words caught on the backs of his teeth.
Luckily Konrad did not seem to need compliments. He gripped Wraith’s ankle and slid his hand up over Wraith’s calf, behind his knee, and to his inner thigh. Then he crawled between Wraith’s spread legs.
He lay on top of Wraith. Their naked skin pressed together. Wraith gripped Konrad’s biceps. They rocked together, hard dicks bumping and grinding. They panted.
Then Konrad reached for the bedside table. He yanked open the drawer and pulled out a small vial with a clear, honey-coloured liquid inside. Konrad pulled out the stopper and poured a floral-scented oil onto his fingers.
Wraith spread his legs wider, and Konrad’s fingers moved to Wraith’s most secret place. The fingers pressed against his rim. Wraith held his breath as they probed. A finger slid inside him.
“You’re so tight.” Then Konrad’s finger stilled. “Have you done this before?”
“Yes,” Wraith answered.
Although, that wasn’t completely true. He’d done this, but not with someone alive. And Wraith thought that being fucked by a ghost was probably very different from being fucked by a living, breathing human with a physical, hard, unyielding cock.
Konrad’s finger moved in and out of Wraith. He moaned. Then Konrad added a second finger. He stretched them apart. Wraith bit his lip. He wiggled his hips, trying to get used to the unusual sensation.
Then Konrad’s fingers tugged free. “Roll over,” he said, voice rough.
Wraith obliged and rolled onto his front, cock pressing against the sheets. One hand gripped Wraith’s arse cheek and tugged, holding him open. Then the fingers slid back inside him, three this time. They scissored and moved deeper within.
Konrad pressed against something inside him. Wraith cried out. Then Konrad’s fingers rubbed against that something over and over.
The ghosts who’d fucked him had not touched that spot before! And Wraith definitely felt like he’d been missing out. Apparently, the spirits hadn’t been as skilled as Konrad.
Wraith’s dick leaked pre-cum onto the sheets. He rocked onto the fingers moving within him. He bit at the pillow he lay on. Konrad tugged his fingers free.
“Lift your hips,” Konrad said, voice husky.
“What?” Wraith said but did as asked.
Konrad shoved a cushion beneath him. The bed shifted. Konrad moved in behind him, his legs pressing against Wraith’s inner thighs. Something bigger and blunter than a finger pressed against his entrance.
Wraith dug his fingers into the sheets. The pressure against his rim increased. The head popped inside him. He gasped.
Konrad’s hand slid up Wraith’s spine. Konrad held completely still, just the tip inside Wraith. “Fuck,” he groaned. For several moments, he didn’t move. Then he slowly began to push forward.
Wraith’s mouth hung open as Konrad stretched his hole wide with his dick. It felt like it just kept going and going, filling him up and stretching him wide. But finally, Konrad stopped, buried completely inside Wraith.
“You’re so tight,” Konrad said. “You feel so incredible.” His hands gripped Wraith’s arse cheeks and squeezed. “Are you okay?”
Wraith nodded. “Yes.”
“Can I move?”
Wraith nodded again.
Konrad began a slow rhythm, dick sliding out, before thrusting forward. He did it over and over, and slowly Wraith’s body got used to the motion. He moaned and angled his hips. Konrad hit that spot inside him again, and Wraith cried out.
His cock rubbed against the cushion. Slowly, Konrad began to increase his thrusts, shoving into Wraith faster.
Grunting, Konrad repeatedly struck that magic spot inside Wraith. His hands on Wraith’s hips tightened as he pistoned his hips, shoving his hard dick into Wraith’s hole over and over. Konrad growled as he thrust.
Wraith whimpered. This was nothing like fucking a ghost. It was so much more. Wraith reached down, shoving his hand between his body and the cushion. He wrapped his fingers around his own length and stroked.
His balls tingled. Heat swam in his veins, and his muscles tensed. Konrad’s balls slapped against him. The smell of arousal, sweat, and musk floated in the air.
Wraith’s muscles tightened as his orgasm approached. He shouted, his pleasure peaking. His dick jerked in his hand, and he came. Pulse after pulse of spend shot from his cock.
Konrad’s hands on Wraith’s hips tightened. He thrust forward, burying himself deep inside Wraith as he filled Wraith with hot cum.
After a moment, Konrad withdrew. Wraith lay on his back, shoving the soiled cushion aside. He stared up at the ceiling as he took deep breaths. Konrad rose. His footsteps moved around the room. Then Konrad returned and handed Wraith a damp cloth.
“Thank you.” Wraith used the cloth to clean himself.
Then Konrad handed him a glass of water. “Here.”
Wraith drank, surprised at the simple gesture. It seemed that even though Konrad could be harsh, he still had some kindness in him and was willing to extend it to the husband he despised. Konrad took the empty glass from Wraith and moved around once again.
Wraith lay in bed, his body heavy and sated. He’d leave in a second. Then he’d return to his room and leave Konrad in peace. They’d done their duty and consummated the marriage. There was nothing left for them to do. He had no reason to remain.
He yawned and closed his eyes, just wanting to rest them for half a second. Then he’d leave.
Wraith’s eyes snapped open. The candles and lanterns had been put out. The room was dark. But something had woken Wraith.
“The bloodline is weakening,” a hoarse voice muttered in the shadows. “The bloodline is damaged. The bloodline is failing. It must be saved. I cannot have a weak bloodline.”