The Seer Rowan McAllister (top inspirational books .TXT) 📖

you saving me in bogs… hells, this whole trip, I haven’t been exactly myself. And then last night… I’m never that weak and needy, I swear. I can’t afford to be.”

Ignoring the protests of his body, Daks pushed out of the chair and crouched next to Ravi. When Ravi finally glanced up at him, Daks cupped one flaming cheek in his palm and said, “There’s nothing weak about you. And you saved my life too, remember?”

“I didn’t do much.”

Daks frowned. “After nearly drowning, you somehow got me out of the water and all the way up here. You could have left me there. Hells, you could have left me here and taken the horse to find help, but you didn’t. You stayed and took care of me, kept yourself awake for two days watching over all of us. That’s not weak. I owe you my life.”

Ravi’s blush only deepened, heating his palm, and Daks grimaced. This conversation had gotten far too serious and perilously sentimental. Time for a different tack.

Forcing his lips into his best grin and dropping his voice low, Daks added in Rassan, “And as far as begging me to touch you, you don’t ever have to beg for that, beautiful. I’ll give you as much or as little as you want, anytime, anywhere.”

He half expected Ravi to huff and glare at him, or possibly even shove him away, so he was stunned when Ravi lifted heated eyes to meet his gaze. His tongue poked out to wet pink lips before he whispered, “You think I’m beautiful?”

“I know you’re beautiful,” he replied honestly.

Ravi’s answering smile was the sweetest Daks had ever seen, before it turned wry and sexy. “And if my response to your offer is: a lot, right now, and right here?”

The sudden huskiness in his voice went straight to Daks’s cock. Forgetting all about any pain or exhaustion, he sank to his knees between Ravi’s spread legs, cupped Ravi’s jaw, and captured those soft pink lips for the first time. Ravi tasted of the porridge they’d just eaten and an underlying salty sweetness that had Daks groaning and pushing deeper. Ravi’s kiss seemed a little unsure at first, reminding Daks that he probably needed to slow down. But the soft sigh Ravi made as he opened up and his tongue came out to play made it difficult to think beyond the need to have more.

As Daks slid a hand behind Ravi’s back to draw him closer, Ravi wrapped his arms around Daks and pulled himself up, as if seeking as much contact as possible.

“Maybe we should go somewhere a little more comfortable,” Daks murmured breathlessly against Ravi’s lips between kisses. “Can’t quite get to all of you like this.”

“Good idea.”

Ravi let go and rolled away. After he got to his feet, he began shucking his clothes, any hesitation gone, so Daks happily did the same. His movements weren’t quite as graceful, but he didn’t care anymore. Lust had a wonderful way of making things like pain, exhaustion, and embarrassment seem stupid and unimportant.

Before Daks could look his fill, Ravi slid that hot, lithe, long-limbed body beneath the pile of cloaks and clothes. Next time, he promised himself.

As soon as he scooted into their nest, Ravi wrapped those long legs and arms around him. The way Ravi clung to him made it feel like he had eight limbs instead of the usual four, and Daks grinned.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into Ravi’s ear before kissing the shell and working his tongue downward.

Ravi arched and moaned before tightening his hold. “You almost died,” he whispered back.

Daks stopped his kisses long enough to give Ravi a good hard squeeze in return, before running his palm in soothing patterns over Ravi’s back, flank, and ass. “You did too. But we’re okay now.”

“Are we?” Ravi gasped as he pumped his hips, rubbing his already hard cock against Daks’s belly.

Daks grabbed a firm, round asscheek in each palm, encouraging him to move, as his own cock slid along Ravi’s crease. “We will be.”

He kissed Ravi again, long and deep as they explored the planes of each other’s bodies. When they were both sweating and panting, with cocks hard as stone and leaking, Daks ordered, “Lie back.”

Ravi’s expression turned just a little uncertain, and Daks smiled wryly.

“Trust me.”

Ravi hesitated only a second longer before releasing his hold and settling back onto their makeshift mattress, staring up at Daks with so much trust and need, Daks’s heart squeezed. He smoothed a palm over Ravi’s chest until the bruising across his sternum caught the firelight.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Daks asked, running a gentle finger over the mottled skin.

Ravi quirked an eyebrow and reached for the puckered, reddened skin along Daks’s ribs. “Are you?”

A wry smile spread across Daks’s lips. They certainly made a pair.

Without answering, he gently lowered himself to cover Ravi’s body and kissed him slow and deep. Their cocks pressed together between their bellies, and Daks slid his hands down to Ravi’s thighs, tugging, encouraging Ravi to lift them to cradle him again. They both moaned when he pumped his hips. Ravi’s long fingers slid up his back to tangle in the bushy mess of his hair, tugging and dragging his nails along Daks’s scalp as they rutted together and kissed messily.

Ravi gasped and moaned against his lips as Daks groaned and his need built. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and he arched up, spat in his hand, and reached for their cocks. Grasping them both in his calloused palm, he pumped Ravi’s long, pretty cock alongside his own. Watching them slide through his fist was so damned hot, he didn’t want to take his eyes away from it. But when Ravi gasped and his hips jerked, Daks’s gaze shot to Ravi’s face.

His cheeks had flushed a deep red. Sweat beaded along his hairline and glistened on his throat. Even as he panted, moaned, and arched beneath Daks, gripping his shoulders convulsively and squeezing Daks’s hips with his thighs, he