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berries. They have an oil in them that’s perfect for sex.” Turren stroked Sebastian’s cock with his wet hand and kissed Sebastian’s ass. “I love you, and I know you love me. I know that’s why you’re doing this, but you can ask me for help.”

“I don’t—”

“If you lie about that, I will take you at your word,” Turren vowed and dropped his hands from Sebastian’s body.

Sebastian closed his mouth and stared straight ahead.

“Good.” Turren put his fingers back in Sebastian’s ass and massaged the hole clinging to him. “These are my terms. Tell me your plans or I will make a public nuisance of myself to Trenton.”

Sebastian looked over his shoulder. “You’re being unreasonable!”

Turren smiled and rotated his fingers inside Sebastian. “I’m being very reasonable. I could have gone after Trenton without seeing you first. This way was more rational, don’t you agree?” Sebastian moaned but didn’t respond. “Oh, sorry.” Turren slowly pulled out his fingers. “You can talk now.”

“Did you really consider going after him?” Sebastian asked.

“He tried to kill me twice. Why wouldn’t I go after him?”

“You’re insane,” Sebastian said. “The queen can’t beat him, and you think you stand a chance?”

Turren pushed his thumbs into Sebastian’s ass and massaged the two globes in front of him with his palms. If Sebastian was as malleable as the beautiful ass in front of him, it wouldn’t be so difficult to deal with the man. Droplets of juice dripped from the slowly relaxing hole and he leaned forward for a taste. He tongued the pretty hole and swiped away the juice.

Sebastian gasped. “Did you lick me?”

Turren smiled. “No.”

Sebastian glared at him. “There is juice on your lips.”

Turren licked his lips. “There is not.”

“That is not for licking!”

“We are of two minds on that.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “What’s to stop me from lying?”

“If I suspect you’re deceiving me again, I will immediately seek out Trenton.”

Sebastian’s shoulders slumped. “If I tell you, you must swear to do nothing.”

“I would have done so from the beginning if you had trusted me.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Sebastian muttered.

“I can be very understanding,” Turren said as he stared at the twitching hole begging for his attention. He picked up another berry and squeezed it over Sebastian’s entrance. Sebastian moaned, and Turren slid his fingers back in. Even if sticking his tongue on it the first time shocked Sebastian, it was criminal now not to taste it. Turren leaned forward and plunged inside the juicy hole. Sebastian jerked against him.

“You lying ass, I knew it,” Sebastian moaned out.

Turren sucked on the delicate flesh and thrust his tongue deeper. Sebastian’s arms collapsed, and he was only held up by Turren’s hands. After suckling until all the juice was gone, Turren released Sebastian. “Tell me your plan.”

“Scry for Trenton’s location and steal the Heart of Light,” Sebastian whispered.

Turren’s chest constricted. “You were going to do this and leave me in the dark?”

“I thought it was for the best.”

Turren closed his eyes and saw Sebastian dead from assassins by Trenton’s own hand. “You can’t….” He shook himself and unbuckled his pants. With little effort he flipped Sebastian onto his back and pulled him onto his lap. Turren crushed a handful of berries and stroked the juice onto his cock. He slammed inside Sebastian, and Sebastian cried out. Turren’s hips rose off the ground to thrust harder into him. “What if you died? What would I do? I can’t lose you, I can’t.” Sebastian’s cries became unintelligible, and Turren pressed his hand against Sebastian’s heart. “You are not a fair man.”

Sebastian opened his eyes and said, “Sorry.”

Turren frowned at the tears trailing out the corners of Sebastian’s eyes. “Not good enough!” he shouted and spread Sebastian’s cheeks farther apart so he could move deeper.

Sebastian’s back arched and he shouted, eyes glowing as his magic made the fall leaves shiver in the trees and spring into the air.

Turren stretched and kissed the handprint on Sebastian’s chest. Leaning against it, Turren found his release and bit the skin. Sebastian whimpered as his seed spilled on Turren’s throat. Turren’s cock slipped out of Sebastian, and Sebastian collapsed on his chest. Turren cradled him and lowered them both to the grass. “I won’t stop you from stealing the talisman, but you will take me with you.”

Sebastian looked up at Turren and stroked his chin. “I love you, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Turren kissed Sebastian’s hand and then kissed his forehead. “If we each know what the other is doing, then there is nothing to fear.”

“You can’t be near Trenton when we steal it,” Sebastian said.

Turren frowned. “We?”

“Harold and Margaret.”

“Four wizards are better than three.”

“What if the amulet does some weird thing and activates while you’re there?”

“Then I won’t touch it, but I’m still coming with you. Maybe I should be there too when you scry for him.”

“No,” Sebastian said. “He’s probably keeping an eye out for your magic, and we don’t want to warn him. We also need to keep contact between us at a minimum.”

“I’ll agree if you promise to contact me by mirror on Winter Solstice,” Turren said. “That isn’t suspicious, and if he is listening, he’ll just assume I’m giving out well-wishes like anyone else. It won’t make you stand out.”

“I’ll hold you to your word, Prince,” Sebastian said. He pointed to the bowl. “What do they taste like?”

Turren popped a berry into his mouth and held it between his teeth. He bit into it softly, and juice trickled down his lips. He raised his eyebrow and Sebastian rolled his eyes.

Scooting up, Sebastian licked at the juice and stole the berry from Turren. He grinned and laughed as juice spurted down his chin.

Familiar power suddenly built up, and Turren turned to see Captain Pembrost forming an attack. “Pembrost, wait!” Turren shouted. A green sphere whirled out of the captain’s hands and toward the two lovers. It zagged a little upward, straight for Sebastian. Forming a ward over both of them, Turren deflected it into the trees.

“My prince, get away from him. He’s a water nymph!” Captain Pembrost shouted.

Sebastian frowned in confusion, and Turren saw juice still dripping dark red on his mouth. “No, Captain, no!” He sat up, disentangling both of them, and stood in front of Sebastian. “He’s not a water nymph, and we’ve been eating berries.” Turren wiped off both their mouths. “See, it’s not blood.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and waved his hand past Turren’s shoulder. Vines poured out of the ground and surrounded the captain.

“Damn you, that’s only going to piss him off,” Turren said. Sure enough, flames burned away the vines and Pembrost stalked closer, magic making his hand glow.

“I don’t care what that idiot thinks I am. He attacks me again, and I won’t hold back,” Sebastian said.

Captain Pembrost froze. “Sebastian?”

“No, I ate Sebastian, and he’s speaking through my stomach.”

Pembrost lowered his hand. “I don’t understand.”

Turren laughed. “It turns out he hides his face for a far different reason than hideousness.” He reached down, grabbed Sebastian’s cloak, and handed it to him.

“Persistence certainly worked in your favor,” Captain Pembrost murmured as he turned around. “You obviously settled any misunderstandings, so hurry and get dressed.”

“Um, not quite. I need twenty more minutes,” Turren said.

“For what?” Sebastian and Pembrost demanded at the same time.

“You snuck out again and want extra time as a reward for disobedience?” Pembrost asked.

“You did plenty in the time you’ve already used,” Sebastian said, blushing.

Turren’s pants tightened. “Thirty minutes?”

“Fifteen! And you better be ready!” Captain Pembrost threw his hands in the air and walked out of sight.

“You have an overinflated opinion of your abilities,” Sebastian said while Turren dug though his pockets. “What are you looking for?”

“This,” Turren said as he clasped Sebastian’s hand and placed the circular object in it. Sebastian’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

“You didn’t?” Sebastian asked, horrified.

Turren dropped to one knee while still holding Sebastian’s hands. “I fell in love with you as a boy when I barely knew what the word meant. I knew I needed you by my side and that you make me a complete man. Now I understand why and have come to love you even more. I ask that you be my husband and rule beside me.” Turren opened Sebastian’s hand and revealed the large gold ring adorned with a giant sapphire.

“I… I,” Sebastian stuttered. “Do I have only thirteen minutes to answer?”

“I have waited years for your hand, and I can wait until Solstice for your reply.”

Sebastian blinked. “What’s the rest of the time for?”

“To celebrate the first time you’ve plainly said, ‘I love you.’”

Sebastian glanced at Turren’s crotch. “How is that thing so eager all the time?”

“You’re annoyed and wearing your cloak in a rather provocative manner,” Turren said, eyeing the cloth draped on naked skin.

“That’s all it takes?”

“Yes.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “You are something special.”

“I have only ten minutes to prove it, so please get on your knees,” Turren said.

Sebastian pointed at the prince. “That tongue of yours stays out of my ass!”

“I’ll treat you to that another time because Pembrost will stick to schedule.” Turren pulled Sebastian in close, kissing him and sliding his fingers beneath the cloak. He sought out that wonderful ass again and was delighted that his seed made it very slippery. Turren undid his pants, and they both moved to the ground. Sebastian leaned on his elbows and looked back at Turren aiming his cock at the lubricated entrance.

“Well, get on with it. You’ve already made me late.”

Turren rammed his cock inside of Sebastian and watched his lover’s fingers dig into the dirt. “I think… you like… punishment as much… as me,” he grated out as he fucked Sebastian until the only sounds out of him were moans and begging.

C
HAPTER
29

 

 

S
EBASTIAN
SIGHED
as he stared at the extra wagons near the side of the house. “Rebecca is here too. Greaaaat,” he muttered and went inside. The kitchen cabinets were covered with spice bottles and his sister, Rebecca, frowned at them.
Ten living siblings are too damn many.

“Why is there no pixie root or starseed?” she asked.

“Because we can’t afford it,” Sebastian said.

“That makes sense for the rest of the year, but not Solstice. You lot are woefully unprepared,” Rebecca said.

“Then bring your own spices.”

“I would have if you had told me.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes under his hood. “Or you could ask Alice.”

Rebecca crossed her arms. “No wonder you were born with that face. It’s the only way you could be remotely lovable.” She turned to the doorway and shouted, “Demetrius!”

Sebastian shook his head and left the kitchen. “Damn family celebrations,” he said as he walked into the family room where Emily, Rebecca’s wife, admired a sword that Luke displayed.

“Does it really cost that much?” Emily asked.

“Ha!” Kevin said. “It should be more, but he wants to lure people in with lower prices during the last days of market.”

“It’s beautiful.” Emily licked her lips and looked back at the kitchen.

“No!” Rebecca shouted without poking her head in the room.

“I only looked at it,” Emily said regretfully.

Luke smiled. “You do have a lot of swords, and you take care of them so well that the blades never need replacing. You should be proud.” He frowned and turned to sniff in Sebastian’s direction.

“Hello, everyone,” Sebastian said and hurried upstairs. He might be safe if he stayed away from Luke for a day or two. Stomping following in his wake made Sebastian curse. He looked back, and Kevin stood behind him. “What do you want? I just got home and want to sleep.”

“Luke’s stomach is rumbling, which means he’s hungry,” Kevin said.

“I don’t need to know that!”

“I fed him this morning so he should be good until tonight.”

“I did
not
need to know that either.”

“He becomes hungry quicker if he catches the scent of sex,” Kevin said while crossing his arms. “Funny how that happens when you sneak in later than usual.”

“I didn’t sneak in,” Sebastian whispered, glancing at his parents’ floor and hoping they wouldn’t come down because of the commotion. “It could be Rebecca. There’s enough room in their wagon for it.”

“He would have been hungry when they got here. When Diana arrives from market, we will speak.” Kevin went back downstairs, and Sebastian growled under his breath.

When Sebastian walked by Ophelia’s door, it creaked open, and she stuck her head out. “Any comments from you?”

Ophelia smiled. “I like Turren’s sense of humor.” She ducked her head back in her room and shut the door.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sebastian asked the empty hall. He shook his head and made it to his room without any more interruptions. It was a cold journey because of the dropping temperatures, and Sebastian looked forward to a hot bath. He still had berry remnants on him after a minimal cleanup job at the lake and wanted to get rid of that evidence too. After unbuttoning his shirt, Sebastian smiled at the handprint still marking his chest. The marking was possessive and intimate. No one would know except the two of them. He gathered clean clothes and towels and walked to one of the bathrooms. He closed the door behind him and ran the taps. Steam filled the room, and Sebastian sighed as he warmed up.

Dumping his clothes on the floor, Sebastian sank into the tub and moaned. This was the proper welcome he wanted. He leaned back and scrubbed a rag against his chest. Yawning, he looked at his handiwork and saw the handprint still as bright as ever. Sebastian frowned and scrubbed at it again. Nothing happened. Sebastian stood, and red handprints stuck out all over his body in ways that made it obvious how he’d gotten them. He sat in the water again and soaked for a good hour. All the marks remained. The door rattled with a hard banging.

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