Earthly Desires (Tempting Tales, Book One) by Leta Blake

Author:Leta Blake [Blake, Leta]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

“This ale is quite pleasing.” Efrosin licked

his lips before taking another bite of rabbit

stew. “I’ve never tasted anything this good

in the tavern near the castle. Of course my

father forbade them to serve me ale, so I

suppose it stands to reason. But now I’m of

age—it’s my birthday, did I mention?—and

shall drink ale to my heart’s content.”

After another round of lovemaking, this

time with their mouths to give Efrosin’s

tender ass a rest, they sat at the rough

wooden table in their trousers. Well, Dmitri

sat; Efrosin was tied to the bench, and his

buttocks floated several inches above it, but

at least he was able to reach the stew

without spilling much.

Dmitri chuckled. “And what else does

your heart desire on your special day?”

“Only one thing. To dive into a bracing

body of water. That’s what I want next,

Dmitri.” He felt his rump touch the board of

the bench for a moment, and then he rose up

again. So very curious.

Dmitri crunched on a biscuit—from a

batch that wasn’t light and flaky at all—but

Efrosin got distracted by the delicious stew

and strong ale before he could complain. “If

you want to clean up, the water from the

bowl is good enough for me, but I shall

happily get out the tub and warm the water

over the fire for you.”

“A tub? As if that could replace the

marvelousness of an open lake, surrounded

by earth and sky. I should think the water in

a tub would not even have the weight to

hold me down.”

“Have you never bathed in a tub before?”

Dmitri asked.

In fact, Efrosin had not, at least not in his

memory. For as long as he could recall, he’d

spent more time in the river than out of it,

and never needed to wash himself in a tub.

Besides, Efrosin wasn’t interested in

cleaning up. He wanted to swim, and he

wanted to swim immediately, and he said as

much.

“It’s late in the day and far too cold to

swim, Efrosin. Besides, it’s not yet summer.

The blossoms haven’t even begun to fall

from the branches of the Springsimmon.”

“Oh the curse of the Springsimmon.

Swim too soon and you’ll die. I swim as soon

as they can break the ice on the river and

have done every year since I was a child.”

Dmitri looked pinched about the mouth in a

way that Efrosin didn’t quite like, and so he

kissed the expression away.

Breaking off the kiss just as Dmitri

moaned and leaned into it, Efrosin looked

up from under his lashes and pressed his

upper teeth into his lower lip. “I have heard

that I am unbearably beautiful when wet.

Not to mention I have it on the highest

authority that I’m much easier to converse

with when submerged; I have a bit of weight

then. It is when I am most truly happy.”

Dmitri softened. “I only want to keep

you safe. But if you feel you must…”

“Yes, you must take me to the lake, or I

will die of unhappiness.” He unknotted the

rope binding him to the table with a

dramatic flourish and snatched up his white

silk top before floating to the ceiling.

Efrosin knew that was an exaggeration

while simultaneously feeling quite sure that

it was absolutely true—should Dmitri fail to

take him to the water, he would somehow

dry up instantly and turn into dust.

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