Pieces of Silver: A Starian Tale Novella (Starian Cycle) by Iris Foxglove

Author:Iris Foxglove [Foxglove, Iris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Belladonna Press
Published: 2022-09-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

For the first time since he’d earned his badge as a captain, Ferrin woke after sunrise.

It was still early, with just a sliver of light spilling over the bed from the narrow window, but it still felt decadent, selfish, a private moment stolen away. Ferrin turned and found Silver curled up at his side, hair messy, looking up at him with the air of a man half awake.

“You have more freckles than I thought,” Ferrin said, momentarily robbed of his senses with the knowledge of Silver’s hand on his hip and his gaze soft and welcoming. He really did have a wealth of freckles, fading ones hidden behind darker spots, like shadows. Only someone who came close would be able to tell.

“And you’re fucking gorgeous,” Silver said, smiling. “I want to make you breakfast.”

Ferrin laughed softly and kissed Silver’s cheek. Then his neck, then his collarbone, until Silver was suddenly quite awake and gasping beneath him, hands skimming up Ferrin’s shoulders. He hadn’t indulged his dominance in years, not so fully, and he was still buzzing with it, savoring the way Silver seemed to know exactly what to do to rouse him, the way he tossed his head or flexed his fingers. Ferrin grabbed Silver by the hips, thumbs brushing close to his already hardening cock, and Silver whispered a curse that made Ferrin bare his teeth in a smile.

Then, to his utter horror, he heard his sister’s voice.

“This ain’t a break-in!” A door slammed in the distance, and Silver cursed louder and burrowed under the sheets as Ferrin rolled over him to pick up their clothes. At least they were folded—yet another perk of following protocol—but he’d only managed to shove Silver’s under the sheets when he heard footsteps thumping across the room outside.

“Does your sister have a key?” Silver whispered, moving about under the covers while Ferrin put on trousers.

“For emergencies,” Ferrin said, raising his voice. “She has a key for emergencies.”

“Pretty sure gettin’ your heart bled out by the captain of the city guard is a bleeding emergency, you fecking—" Louise swung open the bedroom door, staring numbly at the lump that was Silver on the bed. “Who’re you talking to?”

“Have you heard of knocking, Lou?”

Louise whirled on him, shock replaced by pure anger. It took a bit for her lower city accent to come back, but it was there in full force, making her sound just like their father. “Don’t Lou me, don’t you dare Lou me. I’ll tell Mam about this duel of yours, and she’ll tell Wes.”

“That’s underhanded, Lou.”

“Is Wes more frightening than your parents?” Silver asked, popping his head out from under the sheets. “Hello, Louise. How’s Armand and the kids?”

Louise blinked. “Outside, eating cake. Ferrin, is this the man you challenged Marcel to a duel over? It’s everywhere on the street right now. The baker across from me sent one of her little messenger boys with a note.”

“Don’t think you should talk to that baker,” Ferrin started to say, but Louise was only just getting started.

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