Page 73 of Pining for the Prince
“Those that can do magic seldom do.”
There were several litres in the cauldron, but the potion needed to be used fresh in order to work. He ladled the concoction into a few vials and poured the rest down the sink. “Hopefully Gwil will be back soon.”
“If I’m not mistaken, he’s approaching the front door.”
The vampire sixth sense was still a bit unnerving but he grabbed the vials and the book and followed Flume back through the house into a reception room where Gwil joined them. “Copperpipe and his snipes are stood up. He wants a lot of ambrosia and twelve tickets to Glyndebourne—apparently they’ve discovered a love of opera.”
It was testament to what else was going on that Gwil’s little potato people loving opera was not the strangest thing Hyax had heard or experienced of late. “We’ve got about two hours’ life in the potion, but I’m going to need your help,” Hyax said.
Gwil shrugged. “You know I’m always happy to help you.”
“It works by channelling the magic through a filter, I can then concentrate on the echo of Chase’s magic and send out a location pulse.”
“So what do you need from me.”
Hyax ignored Flume’s dark chuckle and took hold of Gwil’s hand. “You’re the filter. The undead are perfect because of your physiology, but it has to be you specifically because we already have an intimate connection.”
A connection he intended to renew many times for many years. And once Flume was out of the room, he’d be on his knees.
“Will it hurt?”
“I don’t think so, and one aspect might be pleasurable. Although the potion itself might not taste very nice, but Mr Flume has something in his hipflask that’ll help.”
Gwil plucked the vial out of Hyax’s hand. “I wasn’t going to say no. If this’ll help capture Chase and the elves, then I’m okay. Might buy me some brownie points with your parents.”
“Highly likely.” Hyax was going to make a big deal of Gwil’s input, although not all of the specifics, and it could help matters. “I might even suggest they award you one of the special honours they give out for defending the fae realm.”
“I will leave you two alone. The door does lock—I’d recommend doing so.”
Gwil scowled as Flume left. “What’s going on?”
“The thing is, when I said your body would act like a filter I wasn’t being figurative. While the book does suggest other options, the most direct is via ejaculation and me swallowing the filtered product.”
“Oh, Hyax, I don’t know that I’ve ever heard anything good coming from sex magic.”
“Then either you’ve not heard the right stories or they’ve been doing it wrong. Besides this isn’t really sex magic, this is you getting a quickie blowjob as it’s the most expedient way.”
“So you’ve taken part in sex magic?” Gwil looked uncomfortable, maybe a bit jealous.
“I’m a fae who’s had sex with other fae, it goes without saying that I have, and if you’re a good vampire and drink your potion, I’ll suck your cock and show you proper sex magic once we’ve caught the bad guys. Okay?”
Gwil nodded and Hyax guided him in the direction of a sofa and went to lock the door. Part of him had thought Flume would stay. He gave off creepy voyeuristic tendencies, so Hyax was relieved he’d sodded off unprompted.
“Are you still all right with doing this?” he asked as Gwil uncorked the bottle and sniffed it. “I wasn’t aware of all the implications either, so if you’d rather not.”
Gwil laughed. “Don’t be silly. I can cope with my beautiful boyfriend sucking my cock. I’ve had far worse things done to me during sex.”
He filed the information away for later, wanting to know what Gwil meant, but for now they needed to move things along. “Knock the contents of the vial back in one, the quicker the better, and then leave it a minute or two and then you can have a swig from the hipflask.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”
Hyax decided against arguing, he’d seen what had gone in it and wasn’t sure how much worse the elf blood would make it. “I’m sure I can take your mind off it one way or another.”
“I’m half hard already at the thought of you sucking my cock, I can’t imagine there’s a force in the universe whereby a bit of an odd taste is going to stop me coming down your throat.”
“Is the romance already dead?”
“I’ll let you wine and dine me another time. I’m quite partial to a posh dinner and happy to accommodate your cock in alternative orifices when we’re not in an ancient vampire’s front parlour.”
