Page 98 of The Lost Art of Seducing a Mage Warrior

Brannal started to laugh and then Perian did too, and then they were clinging to one another and laughing.

“Wecanactually still hear you,” Brannal pointed out.

“Shh,” Molun whispered, “there’s no one here, we weren’t saying anything, carry on.”

“Goodbye,” Brannal said, a little bit firmly.

“Fire and water, I ruined it,” Molun pouted.

Perian finally untwined from Brannal.

“That’s as much of a show as you get just now,” Perian told him. He winked. “You haven’t even bought me dinner yet.”

Molun’s face lit up comically large, Brannal groaned, and Arvus shook his head.

“You’ve done it now,” Arvus said.

Molun pointed at Brannal. “You get back to us with those dinner details, or else.”

“Goodbye,” Brannal repeated. “Some of us actually have work to do, and Perian does actually need that bandage put on his arm.”

Frowning at him, Molun said, “I see what you did there, and I admit to the importance of taking care of Perian without conceding to any of your other points.”

“If you don’t go,” Perian pointed out, “we’re not going to have that discussion about dinner, and you won’t ever find out what happens next. Because before we can have that discussion, we’re going to have to have sex, and if you make us so late that we run out of time for a quick morning bout, then we’re going to have to put it off until who knows when, and then we won’t be able to see you—”

“Goodbye,” Molun said, waving at them. “See you later!”

Perian waved back, Arvus raised his eyebrows at Brannal and headed after Molun. Brannal just stood there and blinked.

“Huh,” he said blankly. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone beat Molun at his own game before. Well done.”

Perian slung his good arm around Brannal’s neck again. “I have priorities.”

Brannal pulled him closer by way of his hips. “I can see that. You seem very excited.”

“You’re very exciting,” Perian told him.

Brannal leaned closer. “And what about Molun and Arvus? Were they very exciting?”

Perian pulled back a little, frowning. “Oh. Was that not all right? I don’t want you to think I don’t want you.”

Brannal cupped his face. “I’m not in any doubt about your wanting me. And it was already clear to me that you find the two of them attractive and that they find you attractive. What I actually meant was whether or not you liked them watching us.”

“Oh,” Perian said, surprised again, but this one was a much more pleasant surprise. This was not a conversation he’d ever had before. A little shyly, he admitted, “I did kind of like it. Is that all right?”

“It’s very much all right,” Brannal answered with a smile. “I know Molun well enough to assure you he very much means his appreciation, but he would also never pressure you—or me—to do anything we didn’t want to do. If we never do anything more than flirt—or don’t even want to keep doing that—he won’t mind. But you sounded like you were enjoying it.”

Perian nodded. “Yeah, as long as you’re all right with it too. He’s just very… open about what he likes. They both are, though Arvus is quieter about it. It’s appreciation without pressure, if that makes sense.”

It hadn’t even occurred to Perian to be uncomfortable with it, they managed to do it in such a friendly way. And the flirting had gotten more pronounced the longer they had known Perian, like they’d gotten more comfortable with him, or maybe with the dynamic with him and Brannal.

Smiling at Brannal, Perian added, “Just to be clear, without casting any aspersions on them, I very much prefer you, but if you’re open to maybe a little bit of teasing and, uh, possibly a show or something, I would definitely be interested in that.”

Brannal grinned at him, affection and heat in his eyes. “I prefer you too, and I would definitely be open to that.”

Perian’s eyes narrowed. “Now I’m super curious. Were the three of you ever—”

Brannal groaned, which wasdefinitelynot a no.

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