Free Breath of Flame and Shadow by Ophelia Bell Page B

response. He could even taste Rowan on him, but he wanted more. He wanted all of her, not just this brief flavor she’d left behind on this man whom she’d given her particular attention to.
    Their bodies seemed to merge halfway into the kiss. Trevor relaxed and tilted in. Rafe dropped one arm and wrapped it around Trevor’s shoulders, pulling him close. The man was hard as a rock against Rafe’s own erection.
    He dropped his lips from Trevor’s mouth to his cheek, then his neck. In his ear he heard Trevor whisper. “Why are you still doing this?”
    “You taste of her,” Rafe said gruffly. “I need more. I need just a little of what she gave you. Please.”
    Trevor’s body quivered against him and a set of fingertips clutched hard at Rafe’s hips. “How badly do you need what I have?” Trevor asked. He pulled away slightly and pressed a palm against the rigid shape straining against Rafe’s pants. Trevor gripped him through the fabric and stroked once while holding Rafe’s gaze intently as though challenging him to beg.
    Rafe dropped to his knees and feverishly unfastened Trevor’s pants. He gripped Trevor’s hot shaft in one hand and flicked his tongue around the smooth tip. The flavor of Rowan was unmistakable even beyond the clean taste of the man’s flesh. Rafe slid his lips down Trevor’s length, reveling in Rowan’s essence that coated the flesh sliding beneath his tongue.
    “Holy fuck,” Trevor said.
    Roka chuckled and Rafe glanced up. The Guardian slipped his hands under Trevor’s shirt from behind and tugged it off. “Might as well get naked,” Roka said. “You belong to us for the next few minutes. But I think if you enjoyed Mora, you’ll enjoy us, even more.”
    “But she was…ah…yeah, do that.”
    Rafe cupped Trevor’s balls and stroked, his fingertips meeting the velvet wetness of Roka’s tongue as it teased between Trevor’s cheeks from the other side.
    Roka had shed his own conjured clothing and now knelt with a huge erection just behind Trevor, who seemed to be gradually pushing towards Rafe as if to escape the large Guardian, even though his energy signaled how much he enjoyed what Roka was doing.
    Rafe released Trevor’s cock and urged Trevor to turn. The man gave him a startled glance but complied.
    Rafe stood and disrobed with a breath. “Rowan has beautiful breasts, doesn’t she?” Rafe commented, the image of her clear in his mind after the close contact he’d had with her flavor. He pressed himself fully against Trevor from behind, brushing his hands along Trevor’s hips. With one hand, he gripped the man’s cock again while the other caressed his chest. “Tell me what you did with her breasts.” He let his hand slide along Trevor’s length, stroking until Trevor’s flesh jerked in his fist.
    “You want a story? While you’re…ungh…”
    “Do you like this?” Rafe asked. He eyed Roka over Trevor’s shoulder. The massive form of the Guardian knelt watching, his white hair long and loose over his shoulders. Of all of them, Roka was the only one who looked exactly the same as Rafe always remembered, refusing to conform to any modern standard.
    He gripped Trevor’s cock tighter and stroked quicker.
    “I do,” Trevor said in a strained tone. “God, you’re good at it, too. Hell, I worshiped her even before she let me touch her. I’d have given her everything.”
    With a look and a thought from Rafe, Roka leaned in and clasped the tip of Trevor’s cock between his expert lips. Rafe moved his hand away, making way for his friend.
    “Ohhh, oh, Jesus,” Trevor said when Roka took him greedily into his mouth, sucking his cock in deep. Rafe watched for a second. He knew firsthand how adept Roka was.
    “What did you do first?” Rafe murmured, trying to imagine Rowan landing here, desperate for energy, and what she might do to gain it. He’d only seen the remnants of the party that had occurred, and had been surprised that this man, out of all of the