Page 49 of The Beauty and His Beast

Everild’s face broke into a broad grin. His husband was always so handsome, but his wide smile especially made Camdyn’s heart flutter. He gave Camdyn a peck on the nose. “I love you.” Then, to those in the court, he said, “My husband’s arrived. We must discuss the coronation. You all may enjoy the rest of your day.”

And with that, he ushered Camdyn out of the room.

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Their journey to the bedchamber was interrupted as Everild seemingly lost his patience. He pulled Camdyn into a quiet corridor and ran his hands along his waist, peppering his face with kisses. “I love you,” he rasped. “I love you so much. You’ll never leave my side again.”

“Never, Everild,” Camdyn breathlessly replied. “I was so worried. I prayed for you every day. I’m so glad you’re—but, Udele told me you were troubled.”

Everild kissed his neck just how Camdyn liked, brushing his lips against his throat, running his tongue along the skin, and gently, gently nipping at his pulse with his teeth. “I missed my husband. I needed you near me to be happy—couldn’t bear to wake up without you next to me—“ His words were so sweet, but his tongue ran hot and wet on Camdyn’s skin.

It was odd how Everild affected him. When he spoke, Camdyn’s heart fluttered, and when he touched him, Camdyn grew hot between his legs even as he shivered in Everild’s arms.

He shifted the material of his robes, blushing, in order to hide his arousal. “I want you,” he whispered. “I missed you so much, Everild. I was so lonely without you. I thought of you at night—touched myself. But it wasn’t the same at all.”

His husband stared between his legs. He swallowed. “You want me? You’ll have me. We won’t leave the bed until you’re satisfied.”

The palace took on a new perspective as Camdyn was lifted from the floor and carried to the bedchamber in Everild’s arms.

Camdyn didn’t bother glancing around the room. Everything in the palace was new and overwhelming, and this wasn’t their castle and this wasn’t their bed, but he was with Everild—finally, finally, finally—and home was in his lips, his hands, his eyes, his voice.

When Everild threw him on the bed, Camdyn pushed himself up on his elbows and pitched his voice low and sensual. “My king. What would you have me do?” He fluttered his eyelashes as he looked up at Everild—that always seemed to send his husband into a frenzy of lovemaking.

He wasn’t wrong. Everild’s pupils were blown black as he stared down at Camdyn. “Your king wants to suck his husband’s cum straight from his pretty cock.”

Camdyn felt his entire body grow hot as he flushed pink all over. His confident, sensual act quickly disappeared. “O-oh! Everild!” There was no low purr to it now, just a scandalized cry. Everild huffed a laugh as he undressed, tossing his boots and his pants and his tunic to the side.

It wasn’t the first time that Camdyn had seen his husband naked and hard for him, but it had been more than amonth without him, and Camdyn was as giddy and eager as he had been when they first started using their bed for more than sleeping. His husband’s broad, muscled chest and shoulders, crisscrossed with scars that were still so sensitive to the touch and made Everild shiver under Camdyn’s lips. His strong arms that could lift Camdyn up in the air like he weighed absolutely nothing. His dark, kind, warm eyes, his beard that rubbed pleasantly rough against Camdyn’s face and chest and thighs as he kissed him.

When he spotted Camdyn reaching to take off his slippers, he stopped him. “I’d like you to keep them on. And the tunic.” Everild bunched the material in his hands and pushed it up to Camdyn’s chest.

Then Everild kissed his cock from the base to the head—sloppy and wet, imbued with a month’s worth of desperation and longing. “Missed this—missed your taste.” He laved at Camdyn’s cock with his broad, rough tongue, lapping at the dripping precum before swallowing him down, his throat tight and hot.

Camdyn’s toes curled into the blankets while his hands flew to Everild’s hair. “Everild—“

His husband pulled his lips off of him and rasped, “Missed your voice saying my name like that.” He stroked Camdyn’s shaft in his fist. “I love your voice. I love you.”

Even beating as fast as it was, Camdyn’s heart still found time to flutter at Everild’s words. “I love you too, Ev—ah! Ah! Everild!” Oh, God, the entire court would hear him—but he couldn’t help it, not when Everild licked and sucked him like all he wanted to do was make Camdyn scream and tremble. “I’m not going to last—“

His warning didn’t faze Everild one bit. His husband merely hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations through Camdyn’s cock, and continued to lave and lick and suck inearnest. He pressed Camdyn’s hips into the bed, and it was that—the sensation of his fingers digging into his skin—that had Camdyn throwing his head back with a cry and coming down his husband’s throat. It was so intense—he hadn’t come like this in all the time they had been apart—and for a moment, as he shuddered and gasped, writhing on the bed, he worried that it might be too much for Everild to swallow. But the older man simply continued to suck at his cock, wringing the cum out of him with his lips and tongue.

When he began to feel oversensitive, he whimpered and reached for Everild’s hand. His husband immediately pulled his mouth away, lips shining with spit. “Are you okay? Was that good for you?”

Camdyn gave him a dazed nod. “Oh, Everild,” he murmured. “Please, I want…”

“What do you want, Camdyn? Tell me what you want.” Everild brought Camdyn’s fingers into his mouth and laved them with his tongue, suckling them in lieu of his cock.

Camdyn shivered. “I—I want. I want you to—when you stroked yourself and spilled on me. I liked that. I missed that. I missed how hot and sticky it was on my skin. I—Everild?”

His husband stared at him, flushed red from head to toe with arousal, chest heaving, cock thick and erect and leaking. “That’s how you want me?”

“Yes, please, Everild.”

Everild crawled on top of him, legs brushing against the bunched-up silk of Camdyn’s tunic. His lips found Camdyn’s, soft and gentle. “Let me take this off of you?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.

Camdyn nodded again. “Oh, yes, please—I want—ah!” He cried out in shock as Everild grabbed the neckline of his tunic and yanked it down his body. The sound of the material tearing, the seams ripping apart, filled the room. He shivered at thesudden chill, the cool air on his bare chest, trembling in delight at the strength of Everild’s desire for him.

He was stripped nearly naked—Everild pulled the ruined clothing off him and then slid his palms along the inside of Camdyn’s thighs. His husband’s eyes roved over his body. He pressed his knees into the mattress on either side of Camdyn’s waist. His hand grasped his cock, and he thrust, groaning with each pump of his fist.

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