Page 23 of The Cordial Bride

Ever the peacemaker, Fennic interjected. “Of course, my lord. No one intended to imply otherwise. We understand that there should be no secrets between husband and wife. And to that point, my own wife and I would like to extend an invitation for you to lunch at our home, a more personal event than eating in the longhouse. Lady Isabeau and her adorable daughter included, of course.”

Ian would have just as soon spent the meal alone with Calan, but the boy had other ideas.

“That’s a very generous offer, Councillor Fennic. My husband I would be delighted to join you. Wouldn’t we, Ian?” He looked at him with a kind of pleading in his eyes. The whole interaction with his aunt had obviously upset him.

“Whatever you wish, darling.”

“Yes,” Isabeau added. “Most kind of you.”

“Excellent.” Fennic’s beaming smile only dimmed somewhat when he glanced at Celia.

The woman scowled. “I have work to do. After all, my apprentice is now lost to me. I shall have to labor extra hard to care for our people.” With that, she turned on her heel and strode away.

“Please excuse her,” Calan said in a low voice. “This is very hard for her, I’m sure.”

“We shall miss you, my boy, but Moorcondia is going to be a generous trading partner. Shall we meet at the top of the next hour?”

Isabeau confirmed with a shallow curtesy and waited until the man left before speaking again. “Honestly, Ian, it’s a good thing you never went in for diplomacy. Could you not have kept your morning’s activities to yourself?”

Ian shrugged. “She’s the one that jumped to conclusions, and I am never going to hide what I do with my wife in the shadows.”

Calan pressed his face into Ian’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I caused trouble.”

“You did nothing of the kind, darling.” He shot his sister a warning look. “Celia doesn’t like losing Calan because she has robbed him of his ideas and has tried to take credit where she shouldn’t. I don’t think anyone has been fooled as much as she thinks, on that score. And neither Calan nor I shall do anything contrary to the treaty.”

“I trust you, naturally, on that point, brother.” She didn’t include Calan in that reassurance, but Ian let it slide. “I’ll get you a copy of the treaty after we lunch with Fennic, so that you and your…wife will know all that has been agreed to.”

“Thank you. Now, we must wash the dirt of the forest off us before eating. We’ll meet you outside your room and walk to Fennic’s together, shall we?”

Isabeau pursed her lips. “Yes. We are family, after all.” With a dubious look toward Calan, she left.

“I don’t like people being mad at each other.”

Ian hauled Calan up by his shoulders to kiss him soundly before easing him back down again. “Some people are always going to find a reason to be angry or upset. Don’t let it bother you, Calan. You and I are happy together, are we not?”

“Oh yes.” The boy’s eyes went wide, and a shiver ran through him. “If the last few days have been any indication, I expect to always want to be by your side.”

Ian chuckled. “When you look at me that way, wife, it gives me bad ideas.”

“On the contrary, husband, I believe they are good ones.” His pupils dilated as he spoke, and Ian didn’t need to feel the boy’s dick to know it was hard.

The gods knew Ian was fully aroused again. “I think, if we are very quick, we can do something about those ideas as we wash up. What do you think?”

“That we are wasting time.” With that, Calan grabbed his hand and led him away.

* * * *

Ian and his bride stumbled into their chamber, not drunk from the interminable banquet that Fennic had hosted to send them off in the morning with great revelry, but clumsy with their greedy efforts to disrobe each other. He took the lead by sweeping the boy up into his arms and tossing him onto the bed. He only bothered to rid himself of his belt and sword before tumbling down with him, covering the lithe body with his own, pawing at everything that he could reach, while robbing them both of breath with a never-ending kiss. His dick was a shaft of rock, poking at the thin cloth of his trousers with enough force that he expected it to rip through any moment. Reaching between their writhing bodies, he freed the demanding thing and immediately humped against Calan’s leg.

The boy whimpered in what Ian already recognized as a plea to take him—fast. Ian had meant it when he’d said his wife was more sexual than any lover he’d ever had. The boy was fearless in his eagerness and unabashed in what he wanted. And he made sure he was prepared. Ian had watched with mounting desire while Calan had lined his own ass with cream before dressing for dinner. The little flirt had fluttered his lashes and said he was too eager for Ian’s cock to have to wait for it.

Ian had wanted to bend him over the nearest bench as they’d left the longhouse. It had been torture to wait until they were behind closed doors. Now that they were, he wasn’t going to hold back in some misplaced sense of chivalry or civilized control. His need for his wife was primal, urgent and unstoppable, and the thinking part of him said that Calan deserved the respect to believe he knew what was best for himself. He broke off the kiss and twisted Calan over so that he lay on his belly. Then he pushed the boy’s trousers down only enough to expose his adorable ass and plunged into it. Calan cried out and threw back his head at the sudden and hard breach. Ian sunk his teeth into the bottom of the boy’s neck to hold him in place. A few thrusts was all it took to send him over the edge. He growled and shook his mouth as he emptied himself.

Calan quivered beneath him, squeezing his hole to milk the last of the cum out of Ian’s dick. There was nothing truly passive about this boy, even when he was nailed by a cock embedded inside him, while a large body imprisoned him to the spot. He was more than a mere vessel for Ian’s passion. He demanded and took as much as he received. Despite his position and power, Ian felt ensnared by the boy, and he was happier to be in that place than he’d ever been before. This is who I’ve always been waiting for.

As marvelous as it was to lie on top of his wife with his cock cocooned by wet heat, he knew he risked crushing Calan, and the boy had to be sore for being mounted so often. He reluctantly pulled out and rolled over. Then when he regained sufficient strength, he undressed them both properly and positioned his wife against the pillows.

Calan looked at him with heavy-lidden eyes. “That was worth waiting for. All during those boring speeches, I kept imagining your cock inside me. I want it there still.”

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