Page 137 of Wanted: Rogues and Bards

Fenric’s expression turned inscrutable, but he oriented himself so he could face Lirion head-on, still holding Lirion’s tense hand in his own. “Okay, I’m listening.”

He was, and that was as reassuring as it was nerve-racking. Those eyes felt like they could see right through Lirion. He wet his dry lips nervously and kept talking. “I don’t understand human love. Not intrinsically, not at its root. It’s unfathomable for my kind. But that being said, I want you. I want to possess you. I want you to possess me. I look at you, and my heart says you are mine. I want us to belong to each other. Am I asking for too much?”

He didn’t mean to voice the last question. Even though he wondered if this was indeed too much. It was certainly more than Fenric had initially signed up for.

To Lirion’s relief, Fenric’s mouth stretched in a dazzling smile. He seized Lirion’s face with both hands and kissed him fiercely before pulling back.

“Thank fuck,” he whispered, still beaming. “I worried about how to say that to you. I don’t get romantic love either, to be honest. Most of it is gushy and cringey and just, gah. I can’t do it. But what you said—belonging to each other. I want that. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours.”

It was dizzying how empowering those words were. Lirion’s head swam, and the joy rushing through him was the headiest euphoria he’d ever experienced. Delighted, he hauled Fenric back in, kissing him ardently. Lirion swore he could feel it to the very bottom of his soul. But a roar of cheers shattered the quiet moment. Clapping rushed out of the trees.

They broke apart, their heads snapping around to find the rest of the E.V.I.L. team peering at them from behind trees as they shouted and clapped their approval.

“About fucking time!” Rain bellowed.

“Do you mind!” Fen shouted as he tightened his arm around Lirion’s waist. “I want to sex my man up!”

Rain crossed his arms over his chest and spread his legs as if he were settling in. “We don’t mind at all. Go ahead.”

A low snarl rumbled in Fenric’s throat, and he released Lirion to stalk toward the pirate, but Lirion caught his arm before he could kill his friend.

Lirion chuckled, cuddling Fen close again. “Get out of here!”

The rest of the team wandered back toward the campsite, dragging a complaining pirate along with them.

Fenric leaned into him, capturing his lips in a demanding kiss that was a lot less sweet and a lot hornier. Yes, sex sounded like an excellent plan. He tangled his tongue with Fen’s while slipping his hand inside of his shirt, running his fingers over the hard muscles waiting for him.

“Gods, I can’t get enough of you,” Fen growled against his lips as they fought to remove clothes without having to end their kiss.

It didn’t quite work out. Lirion tripped over a rock or a log; he couldn’t tell. His shirt was half over his head at the time. A surprised yelp squeezed out of his throat as he started to fall over. Fen caught him around the waist, but it was already too late. They tumbled over together, landing in a soft patch of clover and buttercups. He ripped away his shirt and was blessed with the sight of Fenric’s smiling face above his.

“Look at you. Falling for me all over again.”

“How could I not? Sexy, resourceful, willing to kill for me? What man wouldn’t fall for you?”

“You’re the only one smart enough.” Fenric kissed him again, leaving them both moaning.

Teasing words were forgotten. Clothes were tossed about the forest without a care for where they landed. Lirion barely had enough sense to grab the bottle of oil he carried with him because with Fen, he simply always needed it.

Hands caressed and fondled. Mouths moved over hot flesh, sucking and licking until Lirion was sure he would come out of his skin with need. Sex had never been so good in his life. No one touched him or drove him to madness like Fenric did. As the man’s excitement grew, his cool energy rose with him and swept through Lirion like a cleansing breeze sweeping away all of his worries and fears.

It was only when Fen’s thick, slick shaft slid inside of him that a modicum of sane thought returned to his brain. And then it was only enough to recognize a deep feeling of belonging. This was where he belonged—in these arms, wrapped up and filled by this amazing man.

“Yes, please,” he hissed, desperately grabbing at Fenric’s shoulders, pulling him in as close as he could. “More. Hurry. More.”

Fen took his mouth as he pushed deep inside, stretching and filling him so perfectly. “Got you,” Fen murmured into his mouth. “Never letting go. Mine. You’re mine.”

He thrust over and over again. Lirion lifted his hips, meeting each thrust. The scent of sex and clover danced around his nose. His fingers dug into Fen’s back and threaded through his hair. There was no getting close enough.

Lirion’s cock was trapped between them, rubbing against Fen’s stomach. Pleasure rose until he was left gasping for air. His orgasm broke over him, and he shouted, clinging to Fen. His lover followed a second later, crying out in ecstasy as hot semen flooded into Lirion’s tight channel.

With what seemed like the last of his strength, Fen gathered Lirion up and wrapped his arms around him, taking him with him as he rolled onto his back. Lirion nuzzled Fen’s neck, resting his head on his shoulder as they both panted.

“Mine,” Fen sighed softly into Lirion’s hair, bringing a smile to his lips. He loved the sound of that word, the sensation of Fen holding him, making him feel so fucking safe and wanted.

He nipped Fen’s neck and then licked across the spot. “And you are mine.”

“No one else?”