Page 11 of Minotaurs and other Magic

If he went with the theory that he was unconscious and this was just a dream, what did it matter what he did? He might as well make the most of it before he woke up and had to deal with the reality of his injuries.

He nodded.

Rohan moved a little closer, reached out, and ran his fingers over Nate’s side and to his hip. Nate’s breath caught as he waited for him to fulfill his promise. Rohan didn’t seem to be in a rush. His thumb smoothed over Nate’s hip as if contemplating his next move.

Nate rocked his hips forward and used his feet to inch closer.

Rohan smiled. “What do you want, little human?”

Nate swallowed, wanting to be touched more than he wanted to keep any semblance of pride. He’d stolen and been arrested and tied to a bed and was now being asked to beg. He had friends who’d pay for this experience.

Roll with it.

“Touch me.”

“I am.”

Nate closed his eyes. “Please don’t leave me hanging. I want to come…and I hate being teased and begging.”

Rohan’s fingers grazed along the length of Nate’s shaft. “That’s a pity because you look so pretty, all desperate and needy.”

Nate would’ve answered, but Rohan’s fingers wrapped around his cock and gave him a slow stroke, and all that came out of his mouth was a low moan. His hips jerked even though he wanted to remain still.

Rohan’s tongue swept along the underside of Nate’s jaw as he continued to stroke. He tipped his head back, giving Rohan more access. His breath was hot on Nate’s skin, and Nate was at his mercy.

That thought was all it took to push him over the edge. His back arched as he came, the bindings around his wrists pulled tight, and Nate wasn’t sure he was even breathing. He didn’t care.

He opened his eyes as Rohan licked the cum off his fingers. “I wouldn’t mind waking up like that every morning.”

Same.

But Nate didn’t want to admit that in any language.

CHAPTER 7

Rohan kept one hand on Nate’s lower back as the horse-drawn chariot took them out of town. His excuse was to steady the human, as he was unfamiliar with chariots and horses.

He had balked like a skittish pony when he saw the chariot, and Rohan had picked him up and placed him in the chariot without giving him a chance to escape. Not that he could go far because the other end of the rope was attached to Rohan’s wrist. There were four guards accompanying them. He could’ve handed Nate over to one of them, but that didn’t seem like the right thing to do after this morning.

Not that he was convinced this morning had been the right thing to do, either.

It had been a while since he’d woken up with anyone in his bed, and watching Nate sleep and remembering the way he’d kneeled on the floor while washing had heated his blood. He hadn’t expected Nate to wake up and watch.

He hadn’t even pretended to not be watching.

Nor had he expected Nate to become so interested. That had been a pleasant surprise, with an even better ending. The way he’d been torn between wanting release and staying silent…

The way his cheeks had turned red.

The way his body had moved as he thrust into Rohan’s hand.

They were memories he’d enjoy for a very long time.

With one hand on the leather reins and the other on Nate, it was a little too easy to imagine the human bound in leather instead of rope.

Rohan blew out a breath.

He should not be thinking of Nate that way. For a start, the human didn’t belong there. And if there was a doorway to the human world, Rohan was sure the Strega would make Nate return.

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