...“Why does Byram hate your people so much?” The question was out before he could think.

“Because we know the truth.”

“The truth?”

Keiran leaned in close. One of his hands moved up to cup the back of Gaige’s head, while the other slid around his waist. The heat of his breath caressed Gaige’s neck, making his pulse roar.

“That we didn’t start the war a hundred years ago. He did.”

And then the damp heat of Keiran’s tongue burrowed into Gaige’s ear. His legs went numb. He staggered back a step, glad for the support of the cool rock wall against his back that held him up. A low groan escaped him and he buried his hands in Keiran’s hair, tugging free the bit of leather holding it, and savoring the soft, thick feel of it sliding through his fingers.

A deep ache throbbing in his groin, Gaige pulled Keiran’s mouth toward his and, at long last, tasted what he’d craved since he’d first met this man.

Their mouths and tongues moved together with desperation, as if each had been starving for the other much too long. Keiran tasted of the spicy wine, of earthy passion, and of something powerful and mysterious that filled Gaige’s body with a tingling energy. Draegan magick? Gaige had to wonder.

Their bodies notched together perfectly—hard heat pressed to hard heat—and Gaige wasn’t surprised to discover that in spite of their current situation, trapped in a tiny cave with the high sorcerer’s troops nearby, Keiran was as turned on as he was.

The draegan pulled away first, but not far. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first met you,” he whispered against Gaige’s lips.

“As have I.”

“Was it worth the wait?”

Gaige chuckled softly. “You have to ask?”

“Not really, no.”

He heard the smile in Keiran’s voice. It was too dark in here to see anything at all. At least for him. Perhaps Keiran could.

“Can you see in the pitch black like this?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“Not in a way you’d be familiar with. In the dark what I see are heat patterns.” He was busy pulling his bow and quiver off his shoulder, setting them aside somewhere in the dark, then taking Gaige’s as he handed them over.

“Heat patterns?”

“I can see your body heat.”

Gaige grinned. “Tell me…what part of my body is giving off the most heat right now?”

Keiran’s hand grasped Gaige’s erection and balls through his leather pants. He wasn’t gentle, but not rough enough to hurt either. His fingers began to stroke in the same firm manner, sending a flood of heat through Gaige’s veins and bringing forth a low groan from his throat.

“Shhh,” Keiran said, his mouth once more hovering near Gaige’s lips. “Though the high sorcerer’s fools outside make enough noise to wake the dead, we can’t risk them hearing us.”

“They’re not getting their cocks massaged by a horny draegan either, are they?” Gaige rasped.

This time it was Keiran who chuckled, the sound soft and low and filled with playful lust. “You have a point there.”

Gaige’s hand did some seeking itself, coming to rest on the bulge at the draegan’s groin. He smiled in satisfaction at Keiran’s instinctive, appreciative grunt.

“Ah, not so silent yourself now, are you?” he asked, giving as good as he was receiving.

“Cock tease.”

He unfastened Keiran’s belt, letting it and the items attached to it slide to the floor, then jerked open the laces on Keiran’s pants, pleased but not surprised to find nothing but bare skin beneath them. He freed the hot, firm, velvet-skinned monster, fisted it, and squeezed, wresting a soft, strangled moan from the man.