Guardians of the wind by Sean Michael

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

Chapter Sixteen

Surial tipped his head back and squinted, focusing on the horizon and all the stars that he

could see in the crisp autumn sky.

He'd had just enough to drink that he was warm and cold, with little effort, let the sounds

of the tribe celebrating around him fade into a happy background noise. They were

rejoicing at finding another of their own.

The had come for them, three days ago, huge, strong men with scarred cheeks and dark

eyes. Kade had nodded to them, offering rahats and honey, furs and tales of his captivity.

The people had welcomed them - them both - with open arms. They had sat together - a

score of men, more than that of children, women - listening to Kade tell of the deserts, of

the slavers, of the years of pain. He had found himself shamed, shrinking, curling into

himself before Kade's eyes had found him in the firelight and the story had changed.

He knew the Naik language now; he knew these stories.

In Kade's story, Surial was the hero.

Kade had told of the witch, Savinia, of the little child mages in the mountain, of how

Surial had healed his beloved Argent's granddaughter, the burns disappearing under his

will. Kade sang of Lit'ka, of the lost foal that still held the mark of his hand on a strong

breastbone. When Kade's story had turned to Aline, the women had mourned for her

children, the warriors beat their chests and howled.

His Kadras had never been more beautiful.

It was cause for celebration, to have Kade returned to his people, and the tribe would be

celebrating every second of it, defying the darkness' hold by refusing sleep.

He chuckled a bit to himself. He was celebrating, too, but for him it was the moon's long

visit that was cause for celebration.

He could feel her touch, like a lover's gentle caress.

Tipping his head back down, he searched for his lover, looking for Kade's copper braids

among the others.

Kade was dancing with the other hi'icha, the other wild warriors, a huge set of hawk

wings strapped to him, a tiny loin cloth draped over his groin. His braids were beaded and

decorated, powdered stone painted upon him and sparkling in the firelight.

He swooped and bobbed, hunting another Guardian who was wearing a wooden mask

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with a terrifying visage carved upon it. The groups moved, swayed, the dance oddly

sensuous and feral, Kade bright and metallic beneath Surial's gaze.

Surial felt his body tighten, need making his skin sensitive, and it felt as if his clothing

were scratchy and tight.

His lion was beautiful, especially like this, duty thrown to the winds as he played.

He sipped absently from the bowl that was passed to him, eyes feasting on Kadras.

The dance continued, the drumbeats faster, driving Surial's blood through his body. Kade

was hunting, muscles rippling, skin gleaming. The honey eyes were intent, otherworldly,

the focus of the ta'akto shining in them.

Surial's breathing grew short, it felt as if he were performing the dance with Kade,

moving through the other hi'icha, hunting the masked-one. The music sped and he leaned

forward. The hawk circled, closing in with a hungry screech.

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