and ensnaring him until he could not bear to wait but neededcompletion ofsomekind. He reached behind and grasped Rohyrs hip in a mute plea.Rohyr answered it and pressed deep into him with every forwardthrust.Lassenfelt a slight nudge in his mind that urged him to open up to thesensual encroachment, permit it to enter, take hold and fulfill hisunspoken yearning. It was this considerate request for entry thateased his fears. With a sigh, he gave himself over to Rohyrscontrol.Youare mine alone, Lassen. With no other will you share yourself.Itwas akin to being swept into a maelstrom where there was only Rohyrto anchor him. His face, his scent, his voice and touch. And hisshaft inside him, joining them in the most intimate physical actpossible between two beings. As a rolling climax swept throughLassens body, so did an otherworldly rapture inundate every recessof his consciousness.Thesurfeit of pleasure was more than he could bear. His raggedululations resounded through the chamber and beyond.** * *Joselstood patiently at the bedchamber door. It was not a pleasant dutybut it was demanded of him and so he waited.Youmay tell him,came the silent command; a curt whisper in his mind that bespokebarelycontained displeasure.Frowningin distaste, the elderly servant walked out of the sitting room andmade his way to Imcaels suite. Rohyr disliked revealing details ofhis private activities and Josel liked being privy to them even less.But, Saints above, the Ardans uncle was so obstinate.Imcaelhimself opened the door with a jerk, eyes bleary with sleep. Whateverreprimand hed thought to unleash died on his lips when he saw whohad disturbed him so early in the day.Well?he impatiently demanded. It is done, Josel quietly replied.Youre certain? the Herun pressed.Ilistened and heard, Your Grace. He is wholly in the Ardansthrall.Imcaelwrinkled his nose in disdain. Threw himself at my nephew, Iwager, he snorted. But what can you expect of common folk?Joselslips twitched but he stayed his tongue. Useless to protest Imcaelsprejudiced assessment of Lassens conduct. Rohyr knew the truth andthat was what mattered. When Imcael dismissed him, he stiffly bowedand departed as swiftly as possible without appearing to be inunseemly haste to get away from the fief-lord.** * *Lassencame to with a moan, startled into full awareness by the sensation ofbeing filled. He vaguely realized that he was on his back beneathRohyr, legs loosely wrapped around the kings waist. He gasped asRohyr speared him deeply.Mylord...? he half stuttered, half groaned as he was cleavedrepeatedly.Rohyrpaused and leaned down to kiss him gently. This will have to bethe last for now, he murmured. Else you wont be able to sitcomfortably for a goodly while.Notable to sit...? Why wont I? Lassen paused as he became awareof a throbbing in his arse that had not been there at the onset oftheir pre-dawn coupling. Frowning in confusion, he suddenly noticedlight streaming through the cracks in the draperies. Bright sunlight.He blinked. Last he recalled it was still some two hours shy ofdaybreak when Rohyr awakened him.Howlong...? he began to say when he espied mirth in Rohyrs eyes.How often? he faintly asked instead.Rohyrchuckled huskily. Enough that youll need to apply the salvefrequently and religiously