Epilogue
“Has there ever beena king who wanted to be king less than you?”
The nobles were gone after a swirl of hollow congratulations and insincere doffing of various garments. Now the Library was empty save for Will and Maddox. It felt very empty, but ironically, all the more hallowed for that. When it had been filled with vampires and agendas it had felt busy and performative. Now it felt real, solid, and heavy.
“Plenty, actually,” Maddox replied. “Royal lineages are usually hereditary; there have been endless sons of tyrants who suffer under crowns until they can offload them. I will not be any different.”
“Well, I’ll be here to watch your back,” Will said.
“Sweet boy,” Maddox smiled.
“Shall we break these in?” Will patted the thrones.
Maddox took a moment to understand what Will meant. His blank, regal stare was quite adorable.
“We have already horrified the nobles by having you sit on the second throne, why not defile it by fucking you over it?”
“Indeed,” Will grinned. “But only if you keep the crown on.”
Seconds later, Will was grunting and growling, his teeth gritted with pleasure as the twin thrones crashed together at regular intervals. The crowned king was deep inside him, his thick cock once more finding the most sensitive parts of Will’s anatomy. He was being fucked like the animal he was, his ass up over the arm of the chair, his hands gripping the other side with white-knuckled intensity.
When he’d first met Maddox, he was nothing more than a loathed criminal sentenced to live out his life in confinement, wasting every minute of his limited existence. Now he was something more than he had ever imagined. A beast of legend. A creature capable of almost endless cruelty. A king of New York — and Maddox’s dirty little fuck pet besides.
If this wasn’t happily ever after, Will didn't know what was.