The Darkest Sword Samantha Kroese (easy books to read in english .TXT) 📖

am Rurik’s high priest. That makes me of a similar rank to you,” Soryn said as he advanced on Ashiyn.

Ashiyn backed up slowly until he hit the desk, jarring it and spilling wine as he knocked against it. He narrowed his eyes. “What do you want?”

“I think you know what I want,” Soryn murmured, looking Ashiyn over. “I know you hear my sexual comments and flirting even if you ignore them.”

“I’m not a whore, Soryn,” Ashiyn said gruffly. “I don’t pay for sex, and people don’t pay me for it.”

“Then you’ll do it for free? Excellent,” Soryn teased, as he got as close to Ashiyn as he could without them touching.

Ashiyn set the book carefully on the desk away from the spilled wine and eyed Soryn. “If you were any other man you’d be dead.”

“If you were any other man, I wouldn’t be asking,” Soryn countered. Then he reached over to play with the buckle on Ashiyn’s belt.

Ashiyn crossed his arms. “I have told you that I am only aroused by women. I don’t find you sexually attractive, Soryn. I have to find you at least a little bit attractive to be able to give you what you want.”

“I’ll make you a deal. If I can get you up, then you’ll give me what I want,” Soryn shrugged. “If not, I’ll never ask again.”

Ashiyn narrowed his eyes. “You have one minute. If you can’t, I’ll kill you.”

“I don’t even need that long,” Soryn smirked and leaned close, both hands flat against the desk and his body pressed close to Ashiyn. Then he whispered in Ashiyn’s ear, “I just handed you your freedom. You will be king now.”

Ashiyn growled as his body responded to that thought. “That’s cheating!”

Soryn smirked then played with Ashiyn’s belt. “Come on, if I were a woman, you’d have already thrown me down on the desk, and we both know it.”

“I’m still going to kill you,” Ashiyn growled as he used his magic to clear the desk.

“As long as it’s after, I don’t care!” Soryn said, breathless. “Here, I’ll let you off easy this time.”

Ashiyn tensed as Soryn knelt before him, then he decided to allow it. Why not? He was bored anyway. No one was here to catch them this time.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Ashiyn lay in the morning light flipping through the book about the sword as Soryn slept in bed next to him. He still felt rather ambivalent about being with Soryn, but what started in the study had ended in the bed. Soryn, on the other hand, behaved as though Ashiyn had given him the world. Ashiyn had never known anyone so happy with anything. But to keep himself from looking at Soryn or thinking about it, he tried to figure out the location of the blade on the map. The map was poorly drawn and ancient; he didn’t recognize any of the markings on it. After a while, Ashiyn gave up and nudged Soryn. “Wake up. You can’t stay here,” Ashiyn said with a scowl.

Soryn started awake, then cleared his throat. “But I want to stay here,” Soryn mumbled. Ashiyn heard the hoarseness in his voice from the screaming Soryn had done the previous night.

The reminder of Soryn screaming his name started to arouse Ashiyn, so he quickly distracted himself by throwing the open book onto Soryn’s lap when the other man sat up. “Do you know how to read this map?”

Soryn rubbed the sleep from his eyes then picked the book up and turned it around various ways while studying it. Then he shook his head. “No idea. I bet Sia does. Sia wrote the book.”

“You stole the book from Sia. It’s not like we can go ask him,” Ashiyn grumbled as he yanked the book back.

“Sia doesn’t like serving Rurik. I bet he would help you if you free him,” Soryn said as he stretched lazily. Then he tried to crawl into Ashiyn’s lap.

Ashiyn grabbed Soryn’s arm and forced him off, making Soryn yelp under his grip. “No!”

Soryn pulled away, got up from the bed to retrieve what little he’d been wearing, and tied the loincloth back around his waist. “I know you enjoyed it. Now what’s the problem?”

“It’s a habit neither of us can afford to get into,” Ashiyn glared at him. “Did you forget my master will kill us both? And your master will do who-knows-what to me if he finds out I touched his favorite. What was that about freeing Sia?”

“Figure out a way to release him from the trap spell Rurik has on the tower,” Soryn shrugged, looking upset, but he didn’t argue.

“Wouldn’t Rurik be angry that Sia was missing? How do I do that without getting caught?” Ashiyn asked, dubious.

“You make it look like Sia escaped on his own. Sia’s been trying to get away ever since I can remember. I should go back now. You’ll figure it out,” Soryn said as he edged toward the door. “Thank you for last night, Ashiyn.”

Ashiyn felt a hint of jealousy when Soryn opened the door. “I don’t like that Rurik touches you, Soryn. It drives me crazy in bad ways. I want to kill him for it.”

Soryn turned back to look at him, shocked. Then he blushed a little and turned away. “It’s not as bad for me as it would be for you. I hate that Rhadamanthus kills you. Same thing. No big deal to you.”

“Rhadamanthus will kill you if he finds out, Soryn. Be careful,” Ashiyn said quietly. “I can’t protect you yet.”

“They won’t find out. Either of them. I promise. Don’t worry,” Soryn winked at him, then disappeared out the door, shutting it behind him and leaving Ashiyn alone with his plotting.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ashiyn broke away from Rhadamanthus’s army. The army of heroes that had ridden from the city to meet them had not even