Reluctantly he lifted his head and released Conley from his grasp. Then he left the bed altogether. This caused Conley to roll over and yell, “Get the fuck back over here!”
“We need lube,” Drystan informed with a quick glance in his direction as he bent over to retrieve it from his bag.
“Damn right we do.”
Bottle secured in his fist, Drystan hurried back to the other fallen knight. In his absence, Conley had pulled his legs to his chest to offer him easy access. It reminded Drystan of the night he had taken Conley’s virginity. He knew they had both been scared and nervous, but it had turned out to be the start of a very rewarding sex life. But he had to tease Conley. “You sure you don’t want to wait until we get home? We could do it in our own bed.”
“If you don’t get your dick inside me, I’m going to hurt you,” Conley threatened.
Drystan laughed as he slicked up his fingers. “I guess I have no choice then but to do my duty.”
“None at all,” Conley breathed out as Drystan slid one digit inside him.
“You can use more than one fucking finger,” Conley ground the words out.
“It’s been a long time since we did this, and I’m no more willing to hurt you now as I was the first time we made love,” Drystan said as he pumped in and out of Conley. He didn’t dare touch Conley anywhere else as he switched to two inside him. The truth was, neither one of them was going to last much longer no matter how much Drystan might have wished it otherwise. By the time there were three of Drystan’s digits in his hole Conley had dropped his palms from his thighs and now his knuckles were white where he gripped the black sheets. Drystan admired the muscles of his chest and belly that were bunched with tension as he prepared Conley for his lovemaking.
“Please Drys, would you please—I need,” Conley begged.
Drystan pulled his hand away from Conley and used the lube to coat his dick. He tugged Conley’s legs down so his feet were planted on the mattress before he fisted his cock and pressed it against Conley’s pink pucker. Pushing in slowly, once the head popped in, he gripped Conley’s hips in both hands and continued to plunge further inside his mate’s welcoming body. To Drystan, it was both a homecoming and a start of something new and beautiful. Conley’s heat burned him and by the time he was embedded deep within, he let go of his flanks and bent down so he could kiss him. Conley’s arms wound around his neck and Drystan balanced his weight on his elbows as he began to thrust.
“I love you,” he mouthed against Conley’s ear as soon as they were cheek to cheek.
“I love you too,” Conley breathed out as he began rocking his body under Drystan.
Every cell in his being was focused on finding release as Drystan drove in and out of the man beneath him and he knew Conley was solely focused on coming as well. He saw no reason to disappoint either one of them, so he increased the tempo. They gasped and panted for air but Drystan knew it was impossible for his body to carry out any other task than the desire to bury his seed inside Conley. Sweat flowed from every pore as they continued toward their goal. The slick skin of Drystan’s belly was rubbing against Conley’s hard dick and with a hoarse shout, his mate splashed his come between them. His body clamped down hard on Drystan’s cock. That was all Drystan needed, and his spine tingled with his release. Yelling Conley’s name as he finally allowed his balls to empty, Drystan lost all sense of space and time.
It could have been minutes or hours later when Drystan heard the distinct sound of Conley chuckling. They were still joined, and Drystan was reluctant to ever part them.
“Not bad for a couple of virginal fallen knights,” Conley said as he stroked his hands down Drystan’s back.
“If you think that was good, stick around,” Drystan said. “We’ve got all night.”
“I do remember you saying you were going to fuck me all night.”
“That’s the plan,” Drystan confirmed. “But I’m going to need sufficient recovery time.”
“That’s right, you’re an old man now,” Conley said.
Pulling away, Drystan dropped what was supposed to be a little kiss on Conley’s mouth, but of course his mate wouldn’t be content if they weren’t tangling tongues. Once Conley finally let him come up for air, he slowly slid out of his man. Conley let out a sigh as if he was saddened by the loss.
“You’re older than me, in case you’ve forgotten,” Drystan said as he yanked a T-shirt off the floor and used it to clean them up. Once satisfied he had most of the mess gone, he tossed it onto the carpet and stretched out next to Conley. His mate tossed his thigh over his and they laid there in contentment.
“Am I still?” Conley asked as he turned his head so they could see each other’s eyes.
“Resurrected at the same time, remember?” Drystan said before smiling. “I guess that makes you some kind of fucking Sleeping Beauty.”
“Fuck you.”
“I just fucked you,” Drystan said. “You get to do all the work next time.”
“Good, I am going to hop on your lap and torture you the way you did to me.”
“Torture, really?”
“Yeah, but oh fuck, Drys. Your mouth on my ass,” Conley said as he undulated his body on the mattress.
“You liked that.”
“It’s my new favorite thing,” Conley said before his look turned considering “Although now that I’m trying to list everything, it occurs to me nothing really compares to your dick.”
“Same goes, love.”
Conley lifted his leg away and then crawled on top of Drystan. Steadying his hips with his hands, Drystan kissed him on the nose.
“You’re my everything,” Conley said.
“I know,” Drystan said as emotions began to swamp him. Today had been a day he would never forget and while there was a great deal to bring joy to his heart, there was pain that was imprinted all the way to his soul.
“Don’t get sad,” Conley whispered. He’d always had the ability to read Drystan’s mind and he was right, he didn’t want to think about sorrow. He’d set aside those thoughts until the morning. Tonight was about reuniting in body and expressing their steadfast devotion to each other.
“I won’t,” Drystan promised.
“I’m glad because I think you’ve had more than enough time to recover,” Conley said as he smacked their lips together.
“You think so?” Drystan asked as Conley nodded enthusiastically. “Then hop on my dick.”
“Fuck, you’re so romantic.”
“You love it and you know it.”
“I sure do,” Conley said before he kissed Drystan with the passion that was once again beginning to simmer between them. Happy to enjoy his mate’s attention, Drystan wrapped his arms around Conley and knew while they might not get much sleep that night, neither one of them could care less. There were many centuries of celibacy to make up for and no time like the present to get started on that epic task.
Chapter 46
Conley opened his eyes, and though the sun was shining through the curtains they’d neglected to close the night before, Drystan was snoring soundly where he lay underneath him. That was hardly surprising since after glancing at the clock Conley discovered they’d only gotten to sleep maybe an hour before. Propping his chin onto his hands, which were spread over Drystan’s furry chest, he considered the man he loved. While awake, there wasn’t anyone sexier or more handsome but at the moment, with his mouth slack and drool pooling in the corners, he was a little less awe-inspiring. Conley smiled; it didn’t matter what he looked like—he would love him until the end of time.
As much as he would have liked to let Drystan get some well-deserved rest, they had things to do. So he leaned forward, kissed his chin, and then poked him in the ribs. Drystan smacked his lips together but didn’t otherwise respond. Conley mulled over his options before sliding a bit off the other fallen knight. He whipped the sheet down and admired the hard cock rising from Drystan’s dark curls. Wrapping his fist around it, he began s
troking it.
“Conley,” Drystan grumbled out. “Let go of my dick. I’m fucking sleeping.”
Unimpressed, Conley said, “Is that what you are going to tell Mom today? You’re sorry but you need to sleep more than you need to see her?”
“Shit, don’t talk about Mom when you’re playing with my dick,” Drystan said as he knocked Conley’s hand away. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.”
Conley was all for it. He grabbed the lube, checked to make sure it was waterproof and then followed Drystan into the bathroom. Drystan was fiddling with the taps when he walked in but looked back approvingly when he noticed what Conley was carrying. He handed it to the other fallen knight before stepping into the stall. Drystan came in behind him and his fingers smoothed over his entrance and dipped inside him as he reached up and adjusted the spray. When Drystan was apparently satisfied Conley was ready, he dropped a kiss on his shoulder and put his hands on his waist. More than ready for a fast, hard fuck, Conley turned to face him.
Their lips met in a hungry kiss before Conley snaked his arms around Drystan’s neck and vaulted up to wrap his legs around him too. Drystan reached down underneath Conley’s thigh and then his fat dick plunged inside him. There was no caution, and there didn’t need to be. They’d loved all night so he was stretched and aching to be filled. Drystan backed them up so Conley was plastered to the tiled wall and then drove in and out of him at a furious pace.
Conley tilted his head back and Drystan bit down on his neck. Working his hand between their bodies, Conley grabbed his own cock and stroked it furiously as Drystan continued to piston his hips. His balls tightened as their bodies slapped against each other. Tingles charged down his spine and with a roar, he came. Seconds later he heard Drystan’s moan and then his hot seed splashed inside him.
Running a hand over Drystan’s water-slicked hair, Conley gulped in oxygen. Drystan unlatched his teeth from Conley’s skin and with a laugh, kissed him. He pulled out of Conley’s heat and their mouths met again. Letting his legs slide down, Conley was once again back on his own two feet. He relaxed his arms while Drystan grabbed a bottle of shampoo and dumped some on both of their heads.
“What so funny?” Conley asked as he began soaping himself down.
“Us,” Drystan said as he too cleaned everything he could reach before turning so Conley could take care of his back. “How the hell did we manage to go five weeks without having sex?”
“Oh, that’s all on you,” Conley said as they took turns scrubbing each other. Drystan seemed to take a great deal of care making sure he got every spot on Conley’s ass.
“Obviously I’m an idiot,” Drystan said as they rinsed away the soap before he snicked off the water.
“Can I get that in writing?” Conley asked as Drystan handed him a thick towel.
“No,” Drystan said as he wrapped a black cloth around his waist and headed into the bedroom. Conley followed him and then began digging in his bag for clothes.
“Con?”
“Yeah, love?”
“What am I supposed to wear?”
Conley burst out laughing as he tossed his towel onto the mattress and wiggled into his black briefs.
“Shit, that’s sexy,” Drystan said as he advanced toward him.
Grabbing his jeans and shoving a leg in, Conley said, “Playtime is over. Get dressed. Our parents aren’t going to care what you have on, and I think you’re sexy in everything.”
Drystan gave a pout, but he retreated to his duffel. Yanking out a polo, he displayed it for Conley’s approval and then paired it with dark denim. Once properly attired, they left their room and went to the kitchen which was already full of people enjoying breakfast. Conley wasted no time filling a plate for himself while Drystan did the same.
“Look who’s finally awake,” Vann said with a grin when they sat down to eat.
“Shut it,” Drystan said. Conley didn’t waste time with conversation; he had worked up one hell of an appetite.
He was nearly done clearing his plate of food when he heard the ping of a cell phone. It was apparently Vann’s since he answered it with a jovial, “VK Ruarc.…I see,” he said before smirking at Drystan. “No, that’s okay. I’ll be there in a minute.” Vann stood, returned his phone to his belt, and said, “RKs, your parents are here.”
“Already?” Drystan asked. “Even for dragons, that’s fast.”
“Apparently they just arrived in San Diego and went to the fallen knight office there. Told FK8 Patterson they were your parents and demanded to see you,” Vann explained. “I’ve got a picture of the office there, Dra’Kaedan, whenever you are ready to go and pick them up.”
“I’m ready now,” the warlock announced as he got to his feet. Within seconds, Vann, Dra’Kaekan, and Brogan were shimmering out of the room.
“Perhaps you two would like to wait in my office?” Aleksander asked as he grabbed their plates. “I thought you might prefer some privacy.”
“Thanks, we would,” Conley said. After they both stood up, Drystan grabbed his hand and the pair headed down the hall. Shutting themselves inside the room, Conley took a seat on the couch while Drystan paced.
“It’s going to be okay, love.”
“I know, I’m just nervous as hell.”
The space wasn’t large enough to give Drystan much room to maneuver so after a minute or so, he took a seat next to Conley on the sofa. He dropped his head to Drystan’s shoulder who took his hand and together they waited. They weren’t kept long before there was a knock. They both sprang to their feet as the doors swung open to reveal King Aeron and Queen Helen Beradraconis. The last time Conley had seen them, it had been in the garb of the fourteenth century. Now Aeron was wearing a polo much like Drystan’s with a pair of khakis while Helen had a lovely blue sundress on. Both of them had unshed tears in their eyes. Aleksander, who had escorted them, exited. It was just the four of them enclosed in a room together for the first time in centuries. For several tension-filled minutes, no one seemed to know what to say or do. Conley’s hand was grabbed and Drystan squeezed hard.
Then Queen Helen broke the silence, “I don’t care if you have no memory of us or not. You are my sons, dammit, and I’m going to be a part of your lives whether you like it or not.”
“Helen,” King Aeron admonished but Queen Helen wasn’t intimidated. She crossed her arms beneath her bosom and glared at all of them as if daring them to disagree with her words.
“Yesterday we had our mating ceremony, which restored our memories,” Conley said.
“So you remember us?” King Aeron asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” Drystan said.
Queen Helen rushed forward and tugged Conley close. She wrapped him so tightly in her arms he could hardly breathe. Tears sprang to his eyes as he remembered how much he loved her and had been loved by her. “Oh Conley, we missed you both so much,” she said in his ear.
Desperate not to begin bawling like a baby, he looked over to Drystan and saw him hugging his father. That did nothing to help him and he lost the battle with his emotions. From the depths of his soul, the idea of their pain ripped through him. Their life had been so focused on first Drystan and then him when he’d entered their lives. There was no way to avoid it so he openly sobbed on her shoulder. The only woman who had ever loved him simply continued to hold him as he cried.
She didn’t help matters when she said, “I love you, Conley.”
He sniffed loudly before replying, “I love you too, Mom.”
They might have gone on that way forever but then he heard King Aeron say, “Okay Helen, it’s my turn.”
Reluctantly she pulled away and gave him a watery smile. Then he was yanked into the arms of the man who had helped turn him into a duke. Since he was already embarrassing himself by blubbering all over them both, he didn’t try to suppress any of his emotions. He would never have been able to be who he was today without them. Conley said, “I love you, Dad.”
“I love you too, son,” hi
s father said.
He was still in his arms when he was finally able to rein in the waterworks. Drawing away, he gave King Aeron a self-deprecating smile and felt marginally better when he saw the tracks of tears on his father’s face. In unison, they turned to the other half of the foursome in the room and then they all burst into laughter.
“Aren’t we a mess?” his mother asked as she scrubbed her cheeks. King Aeron handed her a handkerchief and she used it liberally before passing it back to him.
“Now that we are done sniveling, perhaps Drystan would care to give us some explanations?” King Aeron asked with a lifted brow.
Grabbing Conley’s hand, he said, “Come and meet your grandson and his mate. Then we’ll talk.”
“Oh my goodness, he’s here?” Queen Helen asked.
“He lives here,” Drystan explained. “This is an amazing sanctuary filled with incredible people, including Trystan and his mate, Blodwen.”
“I still can’t believe he named the boy Trystan,” King Aeron said to Drystan’s mother.
“The boy always was too full of himself,” Queen Helen said as Conley chuckled.
“It’s a nice name,” Drystan said defensively.
“I’m not arguing that, son,” King Aeron said. “But you literally changed a single letter of the one we gave you.”
Queen Helen smacked Drystan on the arm. “I can’t believe you had a child without waiting for Conley.”
“Mom, I didn’t remember Conley.”
“And just who is his mother anyway?” she asked, unmoved.
“Oh, here we go again. I’m not a shifter anymore. Magickind can only be with their mate. I didn’t remember Conley but we were resurrected together, so I couldn’t have been with anyone except for him even if I wanted to, which I did not,” Drystan said. “The egg was donated by his necromancer surrogate who gave her life giving birth to my son.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Queen Helen said.
“Well, you going to introduce us to the boy or not?” King Aeron asked.
Drystan rolled his eyes at Conley before leading their parents out of Aleksander’s office so they could meet their grandson and his mate. Conley hoped Trystan knew he was about to be hugged within an inch of his life, and Blodwen was going to get the same treatment as well. It was, after all, the exact way he remembered his first encounter with Queen Helen.
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