Page 85 of Courting the Dragon King

“Have you asked him if he needs help moving on?”

Wraith nodded. “I called out to him. But he said he had important work to do and had no interest in going through some door. Then he resumed chanting. He does not seem distressed, so I let him be.” He stared down, watching the monk Konrad could not see.

The locket from their wedding day hung around Wraith’s neck. Konrad lifted it. He stroked his thumb over the skull embossed in cold metal. Konrad could not say that he liked the skull image, but he liked the idea that his and Wraith’s hair was entwined within.

Because despite his despair going into this marriage, Konrad cared for Wraith. A lot. He wanted to look after him, keep him safe and protected. After every long meeting or duty Konrad had to attend to, he just wanted to be back with Wraith. He could breathe around Wraith. He could forget about his duties as king and just be.

In fact, Konrad had gone from planning to shove Wraith in some part of the Castle of the Dragons where Konrad would never see him, to worrying that Wraith would be a constant distraction to him when he needed to be running the kingdom.

How would Konrad ever get any work done when he knew he could be spending time with Wraith instead? However, that was a problem for the future. And he’d decided it was a good problem to have.

First, they had to get back to Draconia with a finalised peace treaty and no one else murdered.

Wraith leaned over the balustrade. It seemed like the monk he was watching was moving. Konrad wished he could send Wraith to Draconia now to keep him safe. But since theirs was one of the marriages that was part of sealing the peace treaty, they both had to remain.

Konrad squeezed Wraith’s waist. Wraith leaned his head against Konrad’s shoulder. Konrad closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of Wraith against him.

He pressed a kiss to Wraith’s forehead. Wraith lifted his head and kissed Konrad’s lips. Konrad’s body came alive at the soft kiss. He slid his tongue into Wraith’s mouth. Wraith gripped his neck. Konrad pressed his hands against Wraith’s lower back.

Konrad broke the kiss. “I know you are dressed and looking absolutely stunning for the ball, but I was wondering if you might consider getting undressed with me?”

Chapter

Forty-Two

Laughter bubbled up inside Wraith.

“Why does this thing have so much lacing?” Konrad muttered and cursed whilst tugging at the lacing of Wraith’s corset. “There! Fucking finally!” he proclaimed as he pulled the corset free and placed it on the dresser.

From there, they removed each other’s clothing. Konrad tried to put Wraith’s down gently, clearly aware Wraith would need to re-dress in them for tonight’s ball.

Konrad’s hands caressed Wraith’s body as it was revealed. “I will never get over how beautiful you are.”

Wraith ducked his head and smiled. He’d never had much reason to smile and laugh before. But now, with Konrad, he found he had so many reasons.

Both naked, they moved to the foot of the bed. Konrad’s hands slid up Wraith’s flanks. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to Wraith’s throat. Wraith gasped and tilted his head back to give Konrad better access. Then Konrad gripped Wraith’s waist. He lifted Wraith and threw him onto the bed.

A giggle burst from Wraith as he bounced on the mattress. At least he thought it sounded like a giggle. He’d never giggled before.

Konrad crawled up and over him. Wraith reached for him, welcoming him into his arms and between his legs. Konrad lay on top of him. He rocked against Wraith, hard cock rubbing against Wraith’s thigh.

Wraith gripped Konrad’s arse and thrust up. His dick ground against Konrad’s abs. He pressed his face to Konrad’s neck.

“I adore you,” Konrad said.

Wraith nuzzled Konrad’s throat.

Konrad pressed a kiss to his forehead. To his cheek. Then lips. “I adore every inch of you.”

When Wraith had first been informed of his arranged marriage, he’d hoped he might find someone who cared for him. That hope had been shattered when he was confronted with Konrad’s obvious hatred. But in such a short time, everything had changed. Wraith had never been so happy. Nor even half this happy.

Konrad’s fingers explored his nipples, ribs, and sides whilst he pressed kisses to Wraith’s jaw, chin, and throat. “Every bit of you is beautiful.”

Wraith’s eyes prickled. His entire life, he’d been ignored, overlooked, and neglected. But Konrad saw him and appreciated him. Konrad moved down, worshipping Wraith with hands and mouth. Wraith squirmed and moaned.

“I love how responsive you are,” Konrad said between kisses to Wraith’s stomach. His hands squeezed Wraith’s waist. “Your sounds make my dick so hard.”

Then one of his hands slid down and wrapped around Wraith’s prick. He stroked. Wraith’s back arched, and he cried out.