Free Love in the Land of Fire by Rebecca Brochu Page B

into a deeper kiss.
    3He tracks his mouth back across the smooth skin of Rafe’s face until their lips are once again flush with each other in an almost chaste kiss, but this time he speaks so that Rafe can hear and feel his words as he says them.
    “So is that what you want? Do you want to be mine, Rafe? To belong to me and only me? To perhaps one day Bond with me so that none can ever come between us? Would you give yourself to me and take all that I would give to you in return?”
    Rafe shudders beneath his hand, a move that echoes the night before, and Josiah sees his pupils go wide with desire, a flush of lust lighting his face up even further.
    “You would…you would consider Bonding? With me? What of the Disavowal? Would you have me give myself to you only to be shamed in such a way?”
    Josiah’s hand tightens where he’s gripping the other man’s hair as the mere mention of Disavowing Rafe sends rage coursing through his veins. He pulls Rafe further up onto his knees by his hold on his hair and bends so that he can nip sharply at the small dark bruises dotting the other man’s throat from the night before. He bites down on one that’s situated just below his ear before pulling back to lap at it with his tongue and then he moves his mouth back to its previous position.
    “Never. The Disavowal would never happen. You’d be mine until death ripped one of us away. There are things about me, things about my past that you don’t know, but rest assured that you will never be shamed in such a manner. So give me your answer, Rafe. Is this what you want? Will you honor your offer and enter into a contract with me?”
    “Yes.”
    Josiah doesn’t wait for Rafe to say anything more than that single word of approval, can’t make himself wait any longer. He knows that overall he’ll have to take things slower than he wants to, that Rafe is still healing mentally and emotionally even if his body is fit and sound. He knows that Rafe isn’t ready for everything Josiah wants from him yet even if he’s agreed to a contract between them. He knows all of this but he refuses to wait to have a taste of him, refuses to be denied this one simple thing.
    His hands flow down to grip Rafe’s slick shoulders and he pulls the submissive up with him until they’re both standing, facing each other with barely any space between them. In one swift move he spins Rafe around so that his back is to the table and with a careful hand guides him until he’s sitting on the edge of the thick wood. They both ignore the quiet tinkling of glass shifting as his movement rocks the place setting beside him.
    “You made me breakfast. I’d like to have it now.”
    Rafe looks at him, confused for a second before he blushes lightly, a display that Josiah is now sure will never fail to attract his attention. Josiah smirks slightly at him, wondering if Rafe for all of his intelligence will really understand what he’s insinuating. He doesn’t actually give him a chance to respond, just surges forward and takes Rafe’s mouth in another scorching kiss now that he officially has the right.
    His tongue plunges deep, tracing its way across Rafe’s teeth and tangling their tongues together until the taste of Rafe threatens to overwhelm his senses. His hands are drawn almost magnetically to Rafe, his desire to touch and learn every inch of the submissive overtaking him. One hand finds its now familiar place tangled in Rafe’s thick locks as he props himself up on his elbow above the man’s prone form, while the other trails down over the sleek lines of his collarbone to pluck teasingly at one of his already beaded nipples.
    Rafe groans into the kiss, his body surging upwards against the weight of Josiah’s own heavily muscled 3frame. Josiah urges him back down by softly stroking the taunt lines of his abdomen and then ramps him back up by tracing the lines of his muscles with his nails, leaving thin pink lines behind from the pressure. His mouth