Where Flows the Water (Wb 4) by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica, Fiction, Gay Men, Gay, General, Romance, Magic, Fantasy Fiction, Fantasy
ISBN: 9781934166956
Google: DyujGAAACAAJ
Amazon: 159477398X
Publisher: Torquere Press
Published: 2003-01-01T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

He trudged into camp, two wild boar and a fine buck strapped upon the travois, meat salted and pelts ready for tanning. A string of geese bounced on Serne's side. A basket of fish swished and swayed against his back. It had been days since he was home, but it had been worth it. A good hunt. He called out, greeting a brother as he entered the circle of tents. Before long, the tribe came to take their share, trade and bargain for the rest. Jael dealt with them easily, quickly. Food was plenty and he would not have any of his own starve.

His eyes moved over the camp restlessly. Speaking of his own...

Where under the Winds was Quan?

Aklan came toward him, walking slowly, face sombre. Jael felt a jolt of ice slide down his spine. “Di'ben nor, Aklan. You bring bright blessings, I hope?”

“Di'ben nor, Jael. I have news of your ki'ita.” Aklan held his hands out in a calming gesture. “All is well, he is merely weary. A mi'it was found upriver, long dead and rotting, its carcass fouling our water supply. Quan brought new water to us.”

“Where is he?” Jael handed Serne's reins to a nearby set of hands, heading towards their tents, worry flaring within him. No pain. He would not have his One hurt, not for all the fresh water in the world.

“Give him my blessing and thanks once again,” Aklan called out after him.

He waved his hand in bare acknowledgement. The ground around the tent was unswept, perhaps for as long as three days by the looks of it. He pushed inside the flap, blinking to adjust to the dim light. “Quan? My One?”

A soft noise met his call and the furs moved. As he moved closer, he could make out the slender form of his One, lying twisted beneath the blankets. He tore off his vest and crawled into the furs, calling softly. “Oh, my One. My Quan.”

His fingers smoothed away the blankets, hands searching for skin. Quan was fever-hot, curling into him. “Jael. Oh, Jael. So cold without you.”

He wrapped around Quan, one hand pushing his leathers away so his One could share his heat. “Cold no longer, my One. Let me warm you, Peacock. Ease your pain.”

As soon as he was naked, Jael brought them fully together, his hands petting Quan's back in long, deep strokes, lips brushing along the hot forehead, easing the tiny lines. His One's restlessness faded immediately, the short breaths growing longer, more even. “Missed you,” Quan complained, only a hint of his usual waspishness in his tone.

“As I missed you, my One.” Jael rumbled softly, rolling Quan beneath him, so he could touch the flat stomach, ease the knots there. “I caught many fish, you could have slept beneath the falls, bathed and rested.”

Quan pushed up into his touch, body undulating beneath him. “I was needed here. The winds knew, kept me here.”

“The winds must learn that I will not have my One hurt. No pain, Quan.

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