theminor gentry belonged to the lowest social class. It betrayedignorance of the many-layered structure of Ylandrin society. Or wasit disregard for it?Imcaelshoved aside the disturbing thought and said, I would counsel younot to speak thusly in front of Rohyr if you wish to remain in hisgood graces.Anunexpected chill snaked its way up his spine when Tyrde merely burstinto amused laughter.** * *Lassenalternately groaned and whimpered over the continued play of lipsagainst his throat and along his jaw. He shifted his hips slightlywhen the delicious tension in his lower belly intensified and hisshaft strained against the crotch of his trousers. A momentlater,a similar hardness ground against his groin and he moaned withdelight and a touch of frustration. He stared into twilight greyeyes, a-gleam with lust and mischief.Wicked,he muttered, wishing he could convince Rohyr to pick up the pace. Butwith his hands bound to a sturdy leg of Rohyrs hearthsidearmchair, there was little he could do in the way of activepersuasion.Thefire cast its amber palette on them, dispelling the numbing cold thatgripped northern Ylandre in midwinter while thick skins shielded themfrom the chilly floor. In the golden light, Rohyr appeared the imageof a heathen god from the ancient tales of their long-vanishedforesiresbeauteous and powerful and enticing in a way that wentbeyond mere aesthetics. Lassen moaned when his body reacted furtherto the vision of his lover that his mind conjured.Rohyrrewarded him with a molten kiss. Plucking at the buttons of Lassensshirt, he undid them slowly until Lassen was bared to the waist. Hepaid amorous attention to each nipple, his tongue naughtily tracingthe wider circumference of his lemans areolae before sucking eachplump nub to a hard peak.Rohyr,please! Lassen gasped, arching up into him.Decidinghe had teased him enough, Rohyr made short work of the rest ofLassens clothing. He smiled as the latters shaft immediatelyrose in proud splendor as soon as he freed it from the confines ofhis drawers. A luscious temptation if ever there was one and Rohyrdid not bother to resist it. He bent to take the rosy flesh into hismouth. Gasping in approval, Lassen parted his legs as much as hecould.Tyrdesaccusation was not entirely true. Prude he was indeed when subjectedto prurient humor and tale-telling. But when in thrall to his loversdesire, modesty and inhibition fled and he yielded himselfwholeheartedly to Rohyrs wishes.Theking steadily unravelled him with every draw on his length. Hispleasure stoked beyond bearing, Lassen soon spilled himself down hislovers throat. With the edge taken off his need, he sighed inblatant relief, turning a little indignant when Rohyr snickered.Canyou blame me? he huffed a little tartly.Rohyrlaughed harder then moved up to kiss the burgeoning pout from hislips. Youre as adorable tonight as you were the day I pluckedyour innocence, he said with a raffish grin.Lassenwrinkled his nose though a smile tugged at his lips. Adorable!That makes me sound like a child.Rohyrseyes glinted. Hardly a child, he huskily murmured, his gazefollowing the downward progress of his wandering hand.Lassenhissed with pleasure as his sheath was teasingly fondled thenrepeatedly breached. His seed pouch tightened and receded in responseto the stimulation. Rohyrs fingers drifted further on to