Page 139 of Courting the Dragon King

Wraith smiled. “I don’t want a future with you not in it.”

A laugh of relief escaped Konrad. He reached into the bath and gripped Wraith by the waist. He lifted him out, water and suds splashing.

Wraith yelped. “What are you doing?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around Konrad’s shoulders. “The water is going everywhere!”

“I don’t care.” Konrad twirled him around, water flying. Then he pulled Wraith close, squeezing him tight. “I never want to let you go.” He pressed kisses to Wraith’s cheeks, nose, face, and hair whilst water soaked Konrad’s clothes.

Wraith giggled and wrapped his legs around Konrad’s waist. “I never want to let you go either.”

“I love you,” Konrad said. “I love you so much. I’ve never felt like this for anyone before. And I will be good to you, Wraith. You won’t regret giving me a second chance. I’ll be the best and most attentive husband you could ever wish for. I’ll take care of you and do everything to ensure you are beyond happy in Draconia.”

Wraith kissed Konrad’s nose. “I love you too, Konrad. And I’ll hold you to that.”

For the first time since the previous morning, when Konrad had woken beside Wraith, before Clara and her bullshit, before the battle, before Wraith passing out, and before watching over Wraith unconscious, terrified and scared that Wraith would never wake again, Konrad could breathe.

He carried Wraith to the bed and laid him down. Umbra lay on the floor by the bed. She looked up as if to make sure her human was still fine before closing her eyes and returning to sleep.

“More rest?” Konrad asked.

Wraith shook his head. He tugged on Konrad’s wet sleeve.

“I think you need to get out of these damp clothes,” Wraith said.

Konrad raised an eyebrow. “Do I? And then what do you want me to do?”

“Then I want you to fuck me.”

Heat raced to Konrad’s cock. “Are you sure you’re up for that?”

Wraith sat up. “I want to taste you and touch you and feel that you love me.”

Konrad stood, reaching for the buttons of his tunic. “Then I better get undressed.”

Chapter

Sixty-Eight

Konrad’s soul sang as they kissed, both completely naked now.

Wraith was willing to move forward with him. He wasn’t casting Konrad aside and demanding that Konrad leave him alone for the rest of their existence. Despite Konrad’s glaring faults, Wraith still wanted him. Still cared for him. And somehow, loved him.

Konrad smiled into the kiss and felt Wraith’s answering one. He glided his hands over Wraith’s skin. He wished he had more hands, just so he could touch more of Wraith.

Their bodies rocked as their lips moved together. No rush. They had the rest of their lives.

Konrad broke the kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Wraith’s warm breath brushed his cheek.

Konrad closed his eyes, letting Wraith’s words sink into his body. When Wraith had been lying unconscious in bed, he’d feared he’d never have this again. He’d been so scared he’d lose Wraith. But they still had a future together.

And despite all the shit that had gone down and everything that still needed to be worked out, at least his relationship with Wraith had been salvaged. And Konrad would work hard to make sure it flourished.

“You won’t regret giving me another chance.” Konrad slid his hands down Wraith’s sides.

Wraith shivered. Then he slipped out from under Konrad, reached for the bedside table drawer, and tugged it open. He lay on his front, pert arse on display. Konrad squeezed one plump mound.

Wraith moaned, and his hand around the vial of oil tightened. Konrad lay on top of Wraith, cock nestling between his arse cheeks as he nuzzled Wraith’s throat.