Chapter 57 The Hidden passage
Fernando's mouth claimed Alberto's the instant the council chamber door shut, the kiss raw and punishing. He shoved Alberto back against the heavy oak table, hands ripping at his tunic laces with impatient force.
"You summoned me here," Alberto gasped when Fernando let him breathe. "What do you want?"
Fernando's teeth grazed his throat. "I want to fuck you until you forget your own name. Right on this table where the elders sat."
Alberto's cock throbbed at the words. "Do it. Make me scream."
Fernando tore the tunic open, buttons scattering across the floor. He pushed Alberto down onto the polished wood, climbing over him like a predator claiming prey.
"Spread your legs wide," Fernando ordered.
Alberto obeyed instantly, knees falling open. "Take me however you want."
Fernando stripped Alberto's breeches down in one rough yank, exposing him completely. He wrapped a fist around Alberto's already hard length and stroked once, hard.
"You are dripping for me," Fernando growled. "So eager."
Alberto bucked into his hand. "Because it is you. Only you make me this desperate."
Fernando leaned down and took Alberto into his mouth without warning, swallowing him to the root in one brutal slide.
Alberto's back arched off the table. "Fuck! Your throat—"
Fernando hummed around him, the vibration ripping another cry from Alberto's lips. He sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing against the underside.
Alberto's hands fisted in Fernando's hair. "I am going to come if you keep that up."
Fernando pulled off with a wet pop. "Not yet. I want you begging first."
He flipped Alberto onto his stomach, yanking his hips up. "Ass in the air."
Alberto braced on his elbows, presenting himself. "Please. I need you inside me."
Fernando spat into his palm and slicked himself, pressing the head against Alberto's entrance. "You want it rough?"
"Yes," Alberto panted. "Fuck me like you own me."
Fernando thrust in to the hilt in one merciless stroke.
Alberto screamed, the sound echoing in the sealed chamber. "Yes! Fill me!"
Fernando set a punishing rhythm from the start, hips snapping forward with bruising force. The table rocked beneath them, wood creaking.
"You take me so perfectly," Fernando snarled, one hand gripping Alberto's hip, the other tangling in his hair to pull his head back. "Scream for me."
Alberto did, voice breaking on every thrust. "Harder! Deeper!"
Fernando obliged, pounding into him until Alberto's arms gave out and he collapsed forward, cheek pressed to the table.
"Someone might hear," Alberto gasped between moans.
Fernando leaned over him, breath hot against his ear. "I released my pheromones the second the door closed. The room is sealed. No one can enter. No one can hear a thing. Scream as loud as you want. Let the whole keep know you are mine."
Alberto's moans turned to raw cries. "Then fuck me until I cannot walk!"
Fernando pulled out suddenly and flipped him onto his back again. He hooked Alberto's legs over his shoulders and drove back in, the new angle letting him go even deeper.
Alberto's eyes rolled back. "There! Right there!"
Fernando hammered that spot relentlessly. "Come for me. Now."
Alberto shattered, spilling between them with a broken shout.
Fernando followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding Alberto with heat.
They panted, sweat-slicked and trembling.
Fernando pulled out slowly. "Not finished."
He dropped to his knees and took Alberto's spent length into his mouth, sucking gently to clean him.
Alberto whimpered. "Sensitive—"
Fernando looked up, eyes dark. "I want to taste us together."
He licked and sucked until Alberto hardened again despite the overstimulation.
"Your turn," Fernando said, standing and offering himself.
Alberto slid off the table and dropped to his knees. He took Fernando deep, throat relaxing to swallow him whole.
Fernando groaned. "Your mouth is heaven."
Alberto pulled back and licked along the underside. "I want you to fuck my throat."
Fernando gripped his hair and thrust forward. Alberto took it all, eyes watering but eager, hands on Fernando's thighs.
"Swallow around me," Fernando commanded.
Alberto did, humming until Fernando's hips stuttered.
"Come in my mouth," Alberto begged when Fernando pulled back for air.
Fernando thrust deep and came with a roar, spilling down Alberto's throat.
Alberto swallowed every drop, then licked him clean.
Fernando hauled him up and bent him over the table again. "One more."
He entered slowly this time, letting Alberto feel every inch.
Alberto moaned. "Slow like this... I feel everything."
Fernando wrapped arms around him from behind, one hand stroking Alberto in time with his thrusts. "I love being inside you."
Alberto turned his head for a kiss. "I love when you fill me."
They moved together, slow and deep, building to a gentle crescendo. When they came, it was quiet, bodies shuddering in unison.
Fernando stayed inside him, holding him close.
"No one heard," Alberto whispered.
Fernando kissed his neck. "Only us."
They stayed locked together long after, breathing syncing, hearts beating as one.
Alberto pushed away from Fernando's chest with a reluctant sigh and glanced down at his disheveled state. "I have to go back to training. Samael will be waiting."
Fernando raised an eyebrow. "You sure you can? You look messy and stink of cum."
Alberto flushed red and glared at him. "That is your fault."
Fernando laughed, deep and rumbling. "You probably cannot even walk straight. I was not gentle."
Alberto crossed his arms. "I can walk just fine."
Fernando teased him with a grin. "Prove it. Take a step."
Alberto tried and winced immediately. "Fine. You win. Happy?"
Fernando pulled him close again. "Very. I could run a bath in my room. You can clean up there."
Alberto shook his head. "How? The keep is full of wolves. Someone will see me or start talking."
Fernando's smile widened. "Who says we have to use the corridors?"
Alberto frowned. "What do you mean?"
Fernando threw Alberto's discarded clothes at him. "Put these on. We are going my way."
Alberto caught them and dressed quickly. "Your way?"
Fernando dragged him to the throne seat at the head of the table. "Watch this."
He pressed the wolf head carved into the armrest. A low rumble echoed through the room as the seat shifted backward, revealing a hidden passage beneath.
Alberto gasped. "Does every meeting hall have this?"
Fernando shook his head. "No. Just this one. Now stop being curious and follow me."
Alberto hesitated. "Is it safe?"
Fernando grabbed his hand and pulled him into the passage. "With me? Always."
The passage closed behind them with a soft click. Torchlight flickered to life along the walls as they walked.
Alberto looked around. "Where does this lead?"
Fernando kept moving. "My inner private chamber. No one knows about it but me."
Alberto's eyes widened. "Not even Darius?"
Fernando shook his head. "Not even him."
They emerged into Fernando's chamber. Alberto stepped out and looked around. "This is amazing."
Fernando closed the passage. "Now go run a bath. You stink."
Alberto glared but headed to the bathroom. "Fine."
In the bathroom, Alberto turned on the taps, hot water steaming the air. He stripped and stepped in, sighing as the heat soothed his muscles.
The soap slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor.
Alberto bent to pick it up and cried out as pain shot through his lower back.
"Damn you, Fernando!" he shouted. "You almost crippled me!"
Fernando giggled from the doorway. "I can hear you, you know."
Alberto straightened with a wince. "Get out. This is your fault."
Fernando stepped in, stripping his own clothes. "Let me help. I will wash you."
Alberto's eyes widened. "No. I am sore."
Fernando entered the shower, pulling Alberto against him. "That is why I will be gentle."
Alberto tried to push him away. "You are never gentle."
Fernando kissed his neck. "I can be."
His hands slid down Alberto's body, soaping him slowly. Alberto moaned despite himself. "Fernando..."
Fernando turned him and dropped to his knees. "Let me make it better."
Alberto pushed Fernando away slightly reprimanding him.
"I'm sore please" Alberto reminded him, hitting him playfully at the chest.
Fernando flicked his forehead smiling. "Naughty boy, I only wanted to bath you".
They dried off and dressed, Alberto in fresh clothes Fernando provided.
Fernando pulled him into one last hug. "Come to me again tonight."
Alberto nodded. "I will."
He left through the main door, walking gingerly but smiling.