DARK MAGICK RISING (Part 4)
Copyright 2016 by M.L. Rhodes
“Stop feeling guilty. You’re not ready for everyone to know about you, and, honestly, I’m not ready for anyone to know what happened last night either. What you did for me, getting me to the hot springs, pulling out the sword, and everything that came after that…it was private, Wes. Intimate. It’s something that I don’t want to share with anyone else. At least not right now.” His forehead creased. “Damn it, I don’t even know if that makes sense.”
“It does.” Just as Wen could feel his guilt, Wesley felt Wen’s tangle of emotions and somehow understood them perfectly. What had happened had been intimate, drawing them even closer together in a way he wasn’t sure others could possibly understand. Except maybe the draegan lords themselves, with their own very private and intimate bond.
He and Wen stared at each other for a moment and a wealth of meaning passed between them without having to say a word. Their emotional connection was like having direct access to Wen’s heart if not his thoughts. Because Wesley was an empath, when his magick and Wen’s draegan magick merged, it gave them an emotional link unlike anything Wesley had ever experienced before.
“I’ll think of something to tell Iann that won’t lead to too many questions,” he said. Even if he had to lie to do it. “It’ll be fine.” He leaned closer and pressed a lingering kiss to Wen’s temple. “While I’m gone, promise me you’ll get some sleep.”
“Is that the best kiss I get?”
“That’s all you’re going to get for now because I’m afraid if I offer anything more, it’ll lead to me not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“And that would be bad how?”
“A few minutes ago you were arguing with me that we both needed to go report in and now you don’t want either of us to?” Wesley asked with a raised eyebrow.
“My plan all along has been to get you into bed with me as quickly as possible so that we can stay put and not have to be interrupted.” He gave Wesley a tired but seductive grin.
“Seriously? After all you’ve been through, you’re giving me that ‘I want to fuck you’ look now?”
“I’ll always give you that look because I always feel that way.” He reached for Wes.
“Oh no.” Wesley rose to his feet, but then couldn’t resist smiling and leaning down for a quick, chaste kiss before Wen could grab hold of him and not let go. “Rest first. Then we’ll see about the other.”
“Fine, leave me here unfulfilled.” He managed to snag Wesley’s hand again and brought it to rest on the surprisingly—given the circumstances—hard bulge forming beneath the covers.
Heat shot through Wesley, and for a split second he wished he could stay and follow up on the temptation Wen was offering. But duty called. And, damn it all, Wen needed the sleep.
Wesley gave the bulge in question a lingering squeeze, and the man who sported it another smile. Then he pulled away.
Wen’s eyelids were drooping. In spite of his attempts to pretend otherwise, exhaustion was catching up to him. “Fine, I’m not going to win this, am I?”
“When you wake up, I’ll be here, and I promise, you can do anything you’d like with me then.”
Damn him…all sleepy and rumpled and looking far too sexy for a man who’d been through hel last night. Wesley leaned down and kissed him properly this time.
“That’s better,” Wen sighed when they finally parted. “Hurry back.”
“I will,” Wesley promised.
“And, bloody hel, don’t put your wet cloak back on,” Wen said, as Wesley reached for it. “Take my spare. It’s dry at least, and then get back here so you can take off the rest of your wet clothes.”
Wesley shot him a look and found another sleepy smile curving his lover’s lips.
“You don’t stop, do you?” he asked with a shake of his head as he grabbed Wen’s spare green cloak off a peg driven into one of the wooden tent supports. He wrapped the heavy wool around his shoulders and fastened the clasp. The cloak smelled like Wen, which sent a warm pulse of desire, but also of comfort, through him.
“Never. Not where you’re concerned.”
“Yeah, well hold that thought until later and we’ll see if you have as much stamina as you claim.”
“Count on it. I’ll have you begging me…”
“Cocky ass. It’s a good thing I love you.”
“Yeah,” Wen said softly, his green eyes sparkling. “It is.”
Wesley ducked out of the tent, smiling.
But as he set off through the woods, down deep within his gut, no matter how he tried to ignore it, the dark foreboding continued to claw.