Page 10 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Brannal made a face of discomfort, but then his lip curled up on one side. “Not even when it comes to reciprocal pleasure?”

Perian grumbled, “He was asking for it.”

The smirk grew. “Him or me?”

And Perian couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Bothof you.”

Brannal sighed, looking more repentant. “Iamsorry about this morning. I didn’t mean to upset you, and I definitely didn’t mean to expose you to the, er, gauntlet in the corridor.”

Knowing the assumptions Brannal had made, Perian could now see how he really had been trying to give Perian a safe out—and no one could have anticipated that corridor full of way-too-invested people.

Perian eyed Brannal. “I’ll forgive you on one condition.”

“What’s that?” Brannal asked hopefully.

“Come into the bedroom and find out.”

Brannal’s eyes snapped to Perian’s.

Raising an eyebrow, Perian said, “Unless I’m making you uncomfortable, and you’d actually like to just leave?”

Brannal cursed at him, but he was smiling, and he strode across the room, pulled Perian into his arms, and kissed him.

Perian melted into the kiss, twining his arms around Brannal’s neck and pulling him as close as possible. He really liked being pressed against all that muscle.

Eventually, he managed to murmur, “This isn’t the bedroom.”

Brannal let out a rumble of sound that went straight to Perian’s cock.

“Mm. You did say bedroom, didn’t you?”

That was all the warning Perian had before he was hoisted into Brannal’s arms and carried directly to the bed. Perian had not been in the best condition to appreciate this last time. Thosebiceps.They were glorious.

Brannal laid Perian down carefully and then crawled on top of him, which waspreciselywhat Perian wanted. Well, nearly.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Perian pointed out.

So Brannal sat up enough that he could strip. This was actually a hilariously involved process, because he needed to undo and strip off his arm guards and pauldrons, his sword belt with sword, scabbard, and sheathed dagger, two daggers at his back, then his leather vest, another dagger, his padded tunic, and finally his shirt.

His muscles had been wonderful through all those layers, but they werefabulousfully revealed. Perian hummed in appreciation, and then his gaze caught on Brannal’s trousers.

“You might as well do the bottom half at the same time.”

Brannal shot him a look. “Oh, I might as well, might I?”

“Since you’re working on it,” Perian said with a shrug, as though it didn’t matter to him.

“Maybe I’d like you to work on it,” Brannal suggested.

Perian’s lips quirked. “Oh, would you like me to get on my knees and pull off your boots?”

Brannal’s breath caught. Really, he was too easy. Perian suited action to words and slid to the floor. Perian unlaced and pulled off one boot and then the other (and found another dagger). He’d witnessed Brannal’s ability to fend off a whole group of attackers with simply the threat of wind and a fireball, but the man clearly didn’t depend upon the elements to be able to defend himself. This probably warranted further discussion, but at the moment, Perian was kneeling between his legs, and he had other priorities.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Would you like me to do something else while I’m down here?”

Brannal swallowed thickly. “Only if you’d like to.”

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