The Seer by Rowan McAllister (reading comprehension books .TXT) 📕

When Daks thought he might not be able to hold his own orgasm off any longer, Ravi finally closed his eyes, threw his head back, and cried out. Hot seed spurted from his cock onto his belly and Daks’s fist, adding to the slickness in his palm. Daks continued pumping until Ravi collapsed back into their nest and let go of Daks’s shoulders. Daks released his spent cock and pumped his own fast and rough. He was so hot, it didn’t take long before he let out a long, low moan and his seed mixed with Ravi’s all over his belly and chest.

He watched in deep satisfaction and pleasure as their releases puddled and joined on Ravi’s lovely warm olive skin. When he finally glanced up, he caught Ravi watching too, and Daks grinned smugly at him before collapsing against Ravi’s side. As the rush from his orgasm faded, all of his injuries reminded him of just what he’d put his body through recently, and he had to stifle another moan of the not-so-good kind. He took small consolation in the fact that Ravi wasn’t exactly springing back demanding a second round either.

Choosing the wiser and much less fun option, Daks snagged the shirt he’d removed earlier and handed it to Ravi to clean up as he said, “We should get some sleep. We have at least a few miles to travel tomorrow and only the one horse.”

Ravi rolled to face him and frowned uncertainly. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”

Daks gave him a gentle smile as he cupped Ravi’s cheek. “I didn’t say it was what I wanted. I said it was what I thought we should do. There’s a difference.”

Ravi’s lips quirked into a shy smile before his expression turned unreadable as he searched Daks’s face.

“What?” Daks asked.

Ravi flushed. “I…. You… you didn’t, uh….”

“Didn’t what?”

Ravi groaned and rolled so his back was to Daks. “Never mind.”

Daks might have been exhausted, but he’d have to be dead to let that one slide. Grinning, he pushed himself up and scooted until he’d spooned Ravi’s back. Ravi tensed at first. But when he relaxed and pushed back against him, Daks hooked an arm around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Didn’t what?” he poked again.

After blowing out an aggrieved sigh, Ravi said, “Obviously, I don’t know a lot about this sort of thing. Not being able to touch anyone for ten years severely limited my, uh, interactions. But I’m not naïve or stupid either. I know what the men who approached me in alleys and on the streets at night wanted. I knew what some of the others who stayed with us did for coin when work was scarce or, hells, what they did with each other for fun when they could find a quiet corner. I guess I was expecting you to want to—”

He flung a hand in the air and waved it around instead of finishing that sentence, and Daks’s grin widened. He was tempted to make Ravi actually say the words, but decided to take pity on both of them. He was too tired.

He nuzzled playfully behind Ravi’s ear. “There were a lot of things we didn’t do tonight. And I’m very much looking forward to doing all of them that you’ll let me… once both of us have seen a healer, had a chance to get a little more rest, and we’re safely tucked up in a real bed.” As he spoke, he reached for Ravi’s hand and threaded their fingers together. “Eben’s inn in Pazar has wonderful soft beds, fine food and drink, warm fires, and a bath house out back with barrels of steaming hot herb-scented water big enough for two. When we get there, you and I are going to eat and drink our fill, soak every last ache away, and not leave one of those beds for a whole day at the very least,” he promised.

Ravi shivered in his arms and pushed his ass back, making Daks’s cock twitch, but he told it to be patient. He wasn’t in any kind of shape to follow through on any of its promises right now.

“You make it sound like Quanna’s gardens of plenty,” Ravi replied, a smile obvious in his voice.

He pressed his cheek to the top of Ravi’s head. “Not quite. But once I’ve had a little rest and healing and we’re in that bed, I’ll get you to those gardens, don’t you worry.”

Ravi snorted, and Daks could almost feel the man roll his eyes.

“Sleep, Ravi. Save your strength for the journey tomorrow.”

“Are you taking the first watch?” Ravi asked around a yawn.

“No. We’ll both sleep. You did a great job with this place. The door might be old and a bit beat up, but it’s still solid, and so are the walls and the barricade you made. Plus, we’ve got Horse over there, a proven fighter. We can let our guard down for the night. The wolves should be well-sated with what they’ve scavenged from the river bank. They shouldn’t bother with us.”

“Ew,” Ravi murmured, and Daks winced.

That was a sure way to kill the mood.

“Sleep,” he ordered, curling protectively around Ravi’s body. “Trust me.”

Chapter Twelve

THE TRIP up to Pazar might have been arduous and long, but Ravi didn’t remember much of it once they reached the inn Daks had waxed so poetic about. He’d spent far too much time dreamily reliving the night before, eyeing his strong hands, and leaning back into the warmth and solidity of that broad chest. The weight of that big body on top of him, surrounding him, holding him with those thick arms, kissing him with those lips that could be so soft and then so hard and needy….

He groaned silently and surreptitiously pressed a palm to the front of his trousers as they handed Horse off to a groom and turned toward the inn. Riding in a saddle with a hard cock for hours had not