An End to Summer by Diana Rose Wilson

Author:Diana Rose Wilson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Torrid Books
Published: 2017-07-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

The opening celebrations went by in a blur. It was a mixture of too slow and all too fast. All he wanted was to drag Bennonton off, or have the general drag him away, but there were too many things to do before they could properly vanish from the party. Appearances on the first day of summer were important. Proper greetings needed to be exchanged with the people of power who were arriving.

It was a sweet agony to stand side by side and offer greetings and introductions and not follow through with what his body had longed for every day since they’d parted. By the time the crowds in the hall thinned, Zan’Dar spotted Bennonton alone for the first time all evening. He caught the look across the room and when he drew himself up to his full height, saw his own longing echoed in the man’s expression.

Zan’Dar grabbed two glasses of wine and crossed to the general and offered him one of the drinks. “Might I interest you in a walk, Lord General?” he asked, keeping his voice quiet and mild.

The big man smiled and Zan’Dar realized how much he enjoyed being equal in height to him. He no longer had to tip his head back to regard him. “Are you sure?” he asked. Taking the glass, his finger slid across Zan’Dar’s knuckles.

“I have never been more certain about anything.” Taking his elbow, Zan’Dar firmly escorted the warrior towards the gardens. Under his fingers, he felt the sweet spark of their connection and for the first time, grasped onto it fully. The moment he did, drawing it closer, Bennonton growled very low in his throat. Carefully he allowed the other man to feel the desire in him. The answering caress sparkled against him giving no doubt that Bennonton experienced the same. Passion, admiration, pride and love eclipsed all the rest. It took Zan’Dar’s breath away.

“You’re not going to toy with me. Are you?” Bennonton asked when Zan’Dar had lured him deep down the garden path flanked by roses.

“Of course not. I think we had an agreement. You wanted two years to see how things would develop.” Zan’Dar stopped at last under the flowering berry tree.

Fae lights twinkled around them, flashing their gem colors in the man’s golden eyes as he pulled Zan’Dar close to him. “Gods and devils! I did not expect you to turn into a warlord.”

“Are you displeased?” Zan’Dar trembled at the roughness behind the touch. The grip held him so he couldn’t possibly escape even if he wanted to. How could he ever want to be free from this?

“No, my war chief, Zan’Dar. I am enthralled by you. I want to be careful with you, but you make me crazy to claim you. I want to hear your sweet voice groaning out my name when I mount you and knot that sweet little ass.” His voice lowered to a husky growl as his larger body pressed in closer. He toyed with the glass of wine while his other hand slid around Zan’Dar, stroking his hip.

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