“In a minute. There’s something else I think you’ll like.” Marek reaches between them. He toys with Sei’s cock along the way, then presses heavy fingertips behind Sei’s balls.
Anticipation thrills through Sei. “Yes,” he begs, before Marek can even ask.
Marek grins, and magic jolts into Sei’s body.
Ecstasy consumes Sei. He cries out in shocked delight, each clench of his body only heightening the sensation. Precome pulses from his cock. The magic vanishes the next moment, but Sei’s nerves ripple with its aftershocks. Every part of him tingles with new heights of sensitivity.
Only then does Marek begin to move.
Sei forgets everything about duty and usefulness. Just like he knows Marek is forgetting everything about strategy and politics. When they're alone together, all that matters is the moment. Each other.
Clawing into Marek's shoulders, Sei arches off the desk. Marek is here touching him, filling him, driving him mad with lust, because he wants Sei's entire being. Body, magic, mind, and soul.
Sei is here because Marek has given him everything in return. The guild never told Sei that his mage might serve him too. That Sei might have a prince of Draskora entirely in his possession.
And they’ll have as many weddings and promises as they want.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Two Letters
From Vana Kaiskara Dire to Marek Helra Dire, Prince and Wing-Marshal of Draskora:
Dear Marek,
Thank you for writing. You don’t know how glad I was to hear from you.
Considering our circumstances, I can’t answer most of your questions. Daromir and I are doing well on Tavoc. My dreamhawk enjoys lazing in the warm weather, and the duchess has been leading Daromir through her poetry collection.
I’m sorry for stranding you in the betrothal intended for me. I would send a proper apology with a wedding gift, but this letter is enough of a risk.
Your brother,
Vana
P.S. Though perhaps my apology is unwarranted. According to Bellamy, Julien says marriage is workingquitewell for you. Did you really fuck your new husband over the altar?
From Marek Helra Dire to Vana Kaiskara Dire, whatever your title is now:
Dear Vana,
Don’t listen to Silaisan lies! I didn’t fuck my new husband over the altar. Technically speaking, Sei wasn’t my husband yet at the time.
Otherwise, Julien is right—no apology necessary. Stranding me with Sei is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me. If you’re ever less wanted for treason, I’ll invite you to one of our weddings. We intend to have as many as Sei wants.
By the way, Osric the fellcat says you and Daromir are together. Were you ever going to mention that?
Your brother,
Marek
P.S. I have a plan to make sending letters much easier. Wait for a mysterious package sent through about fifteen intermediaries.
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EPILOGUE
