Today I'm over at Amber Kell's blog taking part in her month long Birthday Bash... So, Happy Birthday Amber! Head on over and check it out HERE
In case you missed one, find previous postings of her Birthday Bash story, Wandmaker, HERE
Now, even though it's 4am here I really didn't want to make you guys have to wait for my part of the story so here it is.....
Wandmaker part 9
Silvan smiled. “I don’t think it’s taking advantage if we were both willing.”
He’d never had anyone so resistant to his charm before. Maybe without the power of being the crown prince behind him he didn’t have as much to offer a potential lover. Cebrus didn’t strike him as particularly persuaded by royalty.
Cebrus shook his head. “I won’t deny I’m attracted to you but I’ve never found it a good idea to become involved.”
“Involved with me or involved with anyone.” It almost hurt how badly he needed that answer.
Silvan grabbed Cebrus and pinned him to the wall. “I look forward to changing your mind about that.” Not giving Cebrus a chance to talk back Silvan kissed him.
Lightning jolted through him like an electrical storm sending a buzz through his body. He almost jumped away but Cebrus’s fingers slid into his hair and silenced that urge with a gentle touch.
Cebrus lapped at Silvan’s lips pulling a groan from him like a fisherman pulling a fish from the sea and reeling him in with sweet, hot passion. Silvan’s fingers curled around Cebrus’s thin hips. He fought the urge to hold too tightly he didn’t want to leave any marks behind at least not any out of the eyes of others. The urge to completely maul Cebrus with bites and scratches and marking his territory to warn off other males pierced him with sweet agony.
Silvan didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. He’d let lovers leave with little fuss, often the one who quit the relationship first. However, the thought of Cebrus leaving before he’d even had him ate at him like corrosive acid. He not only planned to keep Cebrus but he would prevent others from ever touching the wand maker again. His wand maker.
His head swam as passion swallowed sense and tongues entangled, tasting, learning, needing.
When they broke apart Silvan panted against Cebrus’s lips. “When you are ready, my little wand maker I am yours for the taking,” he whispered.
Cebrus’s brilliant eyes fogged with lust, met his with a surprisingly steady gaze. “I’ll keep that in mind prince should I find my bed too cold for comfort and the company of others unwelcome.”
Silvan dipped his head and bit Cebrus on the neck, sucking up a mark he knew would glow lurid against the man’s smooth skin. “You better tell the others to sharpen their blades if they plan to dip a toe into your bed. You are mine.”
Inwardly cursing Silvan knew he’d gone too far. Most men wouldn’t appreciate being claimed like a mine no matter how precious the treasure inside.
Cebrus’s brilliant smile took Silvan off guard. “So you would fight for me my handsome prince?” Cebrus’s teasing tone made Silvan frown. Did he consider this a game? That they would dance around a commitment.
“I would kill for you,” Silvan vowed.
Cebrus gave him another one of those evaluating looks as if he were weighing the measure of Silvan’s soul. “I do believe you would,” he said at last.