Knight sighed. His eyes flashed as he manipulated the aether, his intention to magically float over the novel Teresa had them reading from the dresser, when he heard Saint’s breathing change.
He blinked, going still, preparing himself to re-enter Saint’s dreamscape if it had turned into a nightmare. Saint was breathing only a little bit quicker, but he didn’t smell like fear or stress.
In fact—
Knight inhaled deeply. Saliva promptly pooled in his mouth.Fuck. That was the syrupy sweet smell of Saint’s arousal, slowly thickening in the air between them.
Just as he began convincing himself that Saint probably was still in that dream, possibly being chased by a “dream” version of Knight, Saint’s palm moved, coming up to rest flat against his chest.
Knight forgot how to breathe for a second. His robes parted eagerly, giving in to his subconscious need to feel that warm touch directly. This time, he actually held his breath, afraid he’d crossed a line.
The palm didn’t move, no doubt feeling the rapid thud of Knight’s heartbeat.
Was he awake?
Knight inhaled sharply when the hand adjusted, and he felt a single finger slowly begin to trace lines over his chest.
He bit his lip, ignoring his stiffening nipples and trying—and failing—to keep the blood in his head from rushing down to his groin. It was simply an innocent touch, Saint probably drawing some sort of comfort from the gesture.
Only, the lines didn’t feel random. He was drawing a circle, Knight realised. An intimately familiarsummoningcircle.
Knight looked down at the same time that Saint looked up. They were both breathing hard, the sound loud in the husheddarkness of the room. Saint’s dark eyes were even darker, his desire plain for all the world to see. Knight’s dick jerked.
He grabbed Saint’s hand, stopping him from where he’dstillbeen tracing that circle onto his chest agonisingly slowly, over and over again, all while his eyes had been locked on Knight’s.
“Tell me,” Knight said, his voice so hoarse it was barely recognisable.
“I want you,” Saint whispered, his voice just as rough.
Fuck. Knight trembled. “Tell meexactlywhat you want.”
It was Saint’s turn to tremble, but his voice was sure and firm, and he didn’t break eye contact when he said, “Do you remember when we went to Teresa’s party? We drove past a forest.” Knight’s heart began to knock violently against his ribs. “I want you to take me there.” His voice dipped, so low Knight had to use his supernatural abilities to hear. “Then I’m going to run.”Oh Al-fucking-mighty. Knight’s tongue felt too big for his mouth. “You’re going to chase me. You’re going to catch me. I may or may not give in immediately. And when Idogive in, because this is going to be my first time—” The scent of a blush rose, mixing headily with the scent of his arousal. “—I want you to make it good. I want to remember it, always.”
“Done,” Knight said roughly. “On one condition.”
Saint was already smiling, a trace of nervous excitement bleeding into his scent. “Telepathic link?”
“It lets me know we’re on the same page at all times. So, yes. Telepathic link. No arguments.”
Saint grinned, looking giddy. “No arguments, here.”
Knight pulled him close, then abruptly lifted them both out of the bed using his wings. Saint made a strangled, surprised noise, clutching his back, his fingers brushing the base of Knight’s wings. Knight shivered all over.
“Will Knight the Dog be safe while we’re gone?” Saint asked worriedly, glancing in the drooling animal’s direction. He’dturned from his side to his back, belly exposed, legs akimbo. Knight’s chest squeezed with affection.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, he’ll be perfectly safe.” The second contract he’d made with Saint to protect his friends and acquaintances throbbed in his chest next to the first one, as if in acknowledgement. “And I thought we weren’t going to call him that.”
One of Saint’s hands left his back to trail along Knight’s still exposed chest. He peeked up at Knight from underneath his lashes, making Knight’s heart once again try to escape his ribs. His voice was low, seductive when he said, “Are we going to spend the rest of the night worrying about our dog’s name, or are we going to play?”
Our? Knight might have glitched for a second. Saint didn’t seem to realise what he’d said. Knight wasn’t about to point it out.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered. “Hold on tight.”
The moment Saint’s eyelids fluttered closed, Knight pictured the forest they’d driven through on one of the best nights of his life, then sent them flying through the aether.
When Saint opened his eyes, he was standing in the middle of a small clearing of an unfamiliar forest. Alone.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
