Page 28 of Minotaurs and other Magic

And doorways were apparently fixed. They didn’t jump around, even temporary ones. The Strega said the doorways were a thinning of the barrier between the worlds. Which sounded a bit like Samhain lore to Nate.

Maybe Samhain was recognizing that there was another world and that it was possible to cross. He’d ask her about that the next time she was at the palace. Which could be tomorrow or next month or next moon.

He was still learning the months and the days of the month—there were no days of the week because there were no weeks. Time also appeared to be flexible, with some meetings scheduled to be held next time they got together. He’d asked the Strega when that would be, and she’d said when she returned. His request to know when she planned on returning had been met with puzzlement, as she’d return when she was meant to.

Nate sighed. “I suppose I should be glad they have agreed on a day and time for the class instead of just turning up when they felt like it.”

Rohan grinned. “I told Sebah you would appreciate that. Now, can I tear you away from your lessons and maps?”

He leaned down and kissed him without giving him the chance to answer. Nate was tempted to sweep the map and inks off the desk, but he didn’t want to clean up the mess, and he didn’t want any vampires or werewolves in his study smelling sex.

It was bad enough, knowing that the palace guards could smell it on him.

Mortifying to know the king and queen had. However, Rohan had apologized, saying that he hadn’t expected them to be there. That hadn’t stopped Rohan from coming on him. There was something about the obvious claim that was more than a little thrilling.

“What do you have in mind?” Nate murmured, hoping that it involved getting naked. He let his hand drift over Rohan’s hip.

Rohan’s tail smacked him on the ass. “Patience.”

“I have been patient.” Nate licked his lip. “I want…” His face heated. “I want to try.”

Rohan gave him that smile. “Try what, little human?”

Asshole.Nate pressed his lips together, refusing to give Rohan what he wanted to hear when he already knew.

Rohan’s smile widened. “Is my tail not enough?”

Nate shrugged. “It is fine.”

“Last night it was too much.”

“I didn’t expect you to try putting it all inside me.” His tail wasn’t that thick, but it was long. Nate had been on his side, with Rohan’s hand around both their dicks—something they both enjoyed watching—when his tail went from fucking him to sliding deeper and deeper, turning corners that had never been explored. That he’d come while gasping that it was too much hadn’t made his pleas particularly convincing.

“It all went in. And then you swallowed everything I spilled in your mouth.” Rohan’s tongue flicked over Nate’s lips. “Without making a mess.”

That had taken him a while to learn how to do it because it wasn’t a mouthful when Rohan came, and Nate was never going to get more than the fat head in his mouth.

“You are the one who likes to make a mess.”

“It is not my fault you don’t spill enough to make a mess.” Rohan’s tail slipped between Nate’s thighs and caressed his balls.

“Did you come here to insult me?” Nate feigned hurt the way he always did.

“I came to ask if you would like a walk in the maze before we bathe for supper.”

Nate considered Rohan for a moment and wondered how much walking they’d do. Sometimes, they did walk around the palace gardens with Rohan pointing out various plants and animals; other times, the walk was an excuse to find a quiet place. Nate suspected Rohan was making reasons for the walks so Nate wouldn’t feel trapped in the palace. “Why don’t you fetch some oil and come and find me?”

Rohan drew in a breath. “You want me to hunt you through the maze?”

“Maybe?” Was it too much?

“I will be able to find you blindfolded.” Rohan tugged him close so there was no gap between them, his fingers pressed into his ass cheek, and Rohan’s interest in the proposed game was clear as the thick length of his dick pressed against Nate’s stomach. “The scent of your lust will make you easy to locate.”

Nate’s heartbeat quickened. “You want to play?”

“Yes. I have thought about it since you told your story.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

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