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

a half-empty pack down for a pillow and opened his cloak in invitation. Ravi smiled sweetly and melted against his chest. Once they were cocooned together comfortably, Daks uncorked the flask and took a pull, hissing at the burn even as the fiery liquid settled warmly in his belly. He offered the flask to Ravi, but he waved it away sleepily.

“I learned my lesson. I don’t know how you can drink that stuff. Wine, ale, and mead only for me.”

He yawned and snuggled his face into Daks’s neck. His nose and lips were cold, but Daks didn’t mind. In fact, the world felt just about right in that moment. If only he knew for certain that Shura was safe, and they weren’t in the middle of a hostile kingdom, relying on a Spawn to help them.

AFTER SPENDING the night with Ravi pressed against him, he woke up hard and horny. And thankfully, despite the chilly damp, their admittedly uncertain circumstances, and being out in the open, Ravi seemed perfectly amenable to ignore all that in favor of some fooling around. Slow, sleepy kisses built on one another until they were both panting into each other’s mouths and groping through layers of clothing, trying to have as much skin-to-skin contact without actually undressing or exposing any sensitive bare flesh to the icy fog surrounding them.

They wrestled inside the warmth of Daks’s heavy cloak like puppies under a blanket until they both broke out in breathless chuckles between kisses. Finally, Daks couldn’t take it anymore and rolled Ravi onto his back beneath him. He shimmied down Ravi’s body, ducking his head into the shadows of the cloak. He didn’t need to see the ties of Ravi’s breeches to get them undone.

He would have liked to see Ravi’s face as he slid his mouth down Ravi’s cock, but this time, he’d have to be content with the hot little noises his lover made and the convulsive clutching of Ravi’s fingers in his hair. The poor man fought valiantly not to thrust up into Daks’s mouth as Daks teased and tormented his cock, bringing Ravi to the edge twice before taking pity on both of them.

Ravi let out a little mewl of protest when Daks drew off his cock, and Daks grinned.

“Go ahead, beautiful. Let go,” Daks murmured before kissing Ravi’s crown and sucking him to the back of his throat again.

To get his point across, Daks slid his hands around to grip Ravi’s delectable ass, encouraging him to thrust. Ravi only hesitated a moment before flexing his hips experimentally. After another encouraging squeeze and a hum of approval from Daks, Ravi finally let go and fucked Daks’s mouth, increasing in intensity and speed until he gasped and arched his back off the ground. He flooded Daks’s throat with his release as Daks hung on, swallowing around his crown. At last Ravi collapsed onto the ground again, panting, and Daks quickly undid the ties on his own wool breeches, took himself in hand, and worked his shaft, lifting up to take in Ravi in all his flushed, sweaty, and spent glory.

After all the groping, kissing, and sucking, Daks’s release didn’t take long. He let out a happy groan as he came all over Ravi’s spent cock, belly, and his own hand, while Ravi gazed up at him with dazed, sated amber eyes and flushed cheeks. All Daks wanted to do after that was collapse into his lover’s arms, but Ravi’s warm flush wouldn’t last long, and the result of their combined releases would become very uncomfortable very quickly. Daks tucked his cock away and stretched to rifle through the pack. Once he’d found a scrap of clean flannel, he wiped the mess from Ravi’s body and helped him put his clothes to rights.

Unwilling to get up quite yet, Daks settled next to him again and pulled him close. They lay like that in companionable silence for several minutes before Daks finally sighed and surrendered to the inevitable.

“The Spawn might come any minute, and we need to discuss some things.”

Ravi yawned and nodded without lifting his head from Daks’s chest.

“I’m a little torn right now, to be honest,” Daks continued. “You present a bit of a problem.”

Ravi stiffened, but Daks tightened his arm around him. “Don’t get mad. Hear me out first.” When Ravi relaxed again, Daks pressed on. “Now, I can’t tell you how much it means to me that you would come charging to my rescue after everything you’ve already been through, but it changes my plan.”

“Plan?” Ravi asked, with enough of a smile in his voice that Daks couldn’t stop the rueful grin that split his lips.

“Okay, I’ll give you that one. Planning may not be my strongest attribute, but we’re going to have to make one now, or at least a choice, before that thing gets here.”

“Do you trust it?”

“Hells no. But here’s the thing. If I believe he’s telling the truth, then Shura is safe and well taken care of, so I could take a few days to get you to safety and then come back for her. Or send her a message and wait for her to be well enough to come to us. If he’s lying, Shura needs me now, but that would mean dragging you into an even more dangerous situation than you’re already in, just being in Rassa.” He growled and blew out a frustrated breath. “I should have asked the thing to bring me a message from her, something that would tell me she was all right, but I was too distracted to think clearly.”

“I’m going with you,” Ravi said calmly but firmly.

“Ravi—”

“No.” Ravi sat up, allowing their cloak blanket to fall around his waist as he narrowed his eyes at Daks. “You’re not going to waste several more days traipsing across Rassa because of me. My stupid curse has caused enough trouble. I won’t be the one responsible if something happens to her and you’re not there… not again.”

“More than likely, the Spawn