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Sorcerer's Lover 2

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1

The coming night unsettled Benedict.

The day had been a strange one. He’d felt anxious and uncertain.

Benedict drew back the window covering and stared out at the dusk covered courtyard. His half-brother’s knights and other soldiers milled around, armed and ready for any conflict.

Try as he might, Benedict could not make the gnawing emptiness go away. He’d been parted from the sorcerer, Warin, a fortnight now. His half-brother, the heir to the kingdom’s throne, made sure he was watched carefully, his every move scrutinized.

“I cannot trust you, Benedict,” his brother had told him. “You have already attempted to reunite with this sorcerer once.”

They’d nearly made good their escape together from the village Lowith on their way to York. Benedict had chosen an inn he knew had a secret passage. Once they’d departed the passage, though, Benedict’s brother had had men waiting. He hadn’t counted on that.

They’d seized Benedict. He was grateful Warin had fled them, though with a small wound, blinding them with bright light before disappearing in a thick mist. The soldiers had searched, of course, but in vain.

Now here, Benedict was kept prisoner by his own flesh and blood in this small room with only a bed, a wardrobe and two chairs. He could not go outside the castle without someone shadowing him, guarding him as though he were some helpless maiden.

He did not know how being held captive by his family had been any better than being held for ransom by the sorcerer. In fact, he had wanted to stay with Warin at the end.

Benedict clenched his fist and turned away from the sight of the soldiers. Somehow he had to escape this. Find Warin again.

Alas, he was no magical sort himself and his knightly skills were no match for twenty soldiers. Some he could take out, but not all. And there appeared to be no one here on his side.

He went to the door and twisted the handle, peering out into the hall. A heavily armed soldier appeared at the door immediately.

“I beg your pardon, my lord Benedict, but your brother has ordered that you are to stay in for the rest of the night,” the man, who had several years and muscles on Benedict, said with an apologetic smile.

Benedict tried to push aside his annoyance, but it was difficult. He would dearly love to strangle his elder brother just now. “What if I am wishing some sustenance from the kitchens?”

“You have but to command me and I will see to it. Is there something you wish me to have fetched?”

“No. No, there is nothing. What is your name?”

“Gerard, my lord Benedict. I have been given the position of your personal guard.” The older man straightened, trying to look authoritative.

“Ah, so that is the way of things is it. You are to follow me around like a lap dog, Gerard?”

Gerard cleared his throat and nervously fingered his graying moustache. “I would not say that, my lord. I am just not to leave your side for the near future.”

Benedict nodded. “The very definition of a lap dog. Very well, Gerard, I will retire for the night.”

“As you wish. If there is anything you do need, just come out and tell me. I will be here.”

Benedict gritted his teeth and closed the door of his chamber.

He moved restlessly to the window again, looking out. Thick clouds hung in the sky, some reaching low to the ground to form mist. The air was heavy and damp.

The tiny hairs on his neck rose suddenly. He turned sharply to face the room. His heartbeat flipped, then sped up. “Who’s there?”

At first no answer followed his question, yet he felt a presence.

“Hush, your highness,” a familiar voice whispered next to his ear.

“Warin?”

Lips pressed the pulse at his throat; teeth nipped. Benedict shook with instant, fiery need. His now-hard cock pressed uncomfortably against his braies and hose.

“Warin, say something, please.”

“Shh, Benedict. It is I.”

Invisible arms enwrapped him, pulling his body tight against a muscled torso. He felt Warin’s erection against his ass. Though he could not deny Warin’s magical powers frightened him, Benedict closed his eyes and gave himself up to his lover’s caress.

“You must be very quiet, your highness. You do not wish to cause Gerard to come bursting in to your rescue.”

Benedict nodded. “How is it you are here? How long have you been in the room?”

“I am no ghost, Benedict, I cannot walk through walls. I entered when you opened the door to speak to yon guard. Your timing was fortuitous.” Warin kissed Benedict’s ear. “I arrived at your brother’s contemptible fortress this afternoon. I have been seeking a way to see you since.”

“I prayed you were safe.”

“Shh, I do not wish to waste our limited time together on words.”

Warin pushed Benedict’s shirt up to under his arms, and his fingers stroked Benedict’s abdomen. He took the hint and removed the offending garment, tossing it on a small table beside the bed

“We are alone now,” Benedict whispered. “Can I not see you?”

Warin’s mouth found his, a warm tongue parting Benedict’s lips, slipping between them. He moaned low. He felt himself being pushed toward the bed until his legs against it stopped further movement.

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