Rebel Warlock's Wizard Mate: MM Gay Fantasy Romance by J.B. Black

Author:J.B. Black [Black, J.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-17T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Ælfweard woke with a smile on his lips. In the bed across from him, William laid upon his side with his blankets wrapped tightly around himself. His black hair sprawled, sticking up in all directions, guaranteeing the man would have wild bed hair when he finally woke. Considering the soft rays of late morning sunlight streamed through the window, they had both slept in far longer than either normally did, but it hardly mattered. The library remained closed. Without access, it made the whole point moot.

However, slipping out of bed, the wizard quickly grabbed his clothes, heading down the baths. After a quick scrub, he headed down to the kitchens, picking up food before returning back to his room where William softly snored. Each light breath left Ælfweard fuzzy with adoration. Fondness swelled in his chest, and setting his own food on his desk, he fought with the desire to just watch the warlock sleep and the uncomfortable awareness of how problematic that desire was.

“William,” he whispered, setting a glass of water and a plate of food on Ælfweard’s bedside table. “I’ve grabbed us some breakfast.”

The warlock’s nose wrinkled. Blinking, he squinted at the wizard. “Turn the sun off,” William demanded, tugging his pillow over his head.

Biting his lip to hold back a laugh, Ælfweard set a hand upon the other man’s back. “You’ll be upset if I let you sleep the day away.”

“How are you so upbeat?” the warlock grumbled, peeking out from under his pillow.

“I didn’t drink as much.”

William’s nose wrinkled, but he sat up, taking the water when offered. He sipped slowly. “There’s a garden around here somewhere, isn’t there?”

“The botany tower has a greenhouse at its top,” Ælfweard informed the warlock. “But if you’re after potion supplies for a hangover cure, there’s a pantry open to student access near the main dining hall.”

With a slight groan, the dark-haired man gave a slight smile when his eyes lit on the plate at his bedside. “You’re a goddamn saint, Ælfweard.”

“Happy to help,” the wizard said, returning to his desk and his own plate.

Running a hand through his hair, William smiled as he took a bite of bacon. “Your siblings must hate that you’re here. No more doting big brother Ælfweard.”

“My younger brothers fought over who would get my room. It wasn’t even for the space. They all just wanted to share with our brother Daniel,” the blond informed his roommate, smiling when the other chuckled. “You know, I forgot to grab tea, so why don’t I pick up the ingredients for a hangover elixir?”

The noise which came from the warlock’s lips could only be described as a moan. Every inch of Ælfweard stood at attention, and his heart raced as he shifted in his seat. Worse, William licked his lips. His tongue trailed over his bottom lip, driving Ælfweard nearly to madness. Disheveled and hungover, the warlock smiled so beautifully.

“You’re quickly becoming my favorite wizard,” William informed him, and the compliment settled strangely, heating the tight coils of desires in the wizard’s core.

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