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When Connor joined the royal guard, he swore to serve and obey the king. But he never imagined what services the king might desire of him, until he is summoned one night for a private audience...
For mature readers only.
"What a delicious morsel you are. Truly, you would have been wasted in that village."
Connor shook his head in mute embarrassment, knowing himself completely exposed, and yet strangely pleased at having won the praise of the king. He held his breath as Aurelius tilted the goblet above him. Hot spiced wine, fragrant and sticky, spilled over the brim and poured onto his chest. He gasped at the sudden heat. The scent of cinnamon and cloves filled his nostrils.
Aurelius bent and licked at it, the rasp of his tongue setting every nerve afire. He traced the wet tip around each nipple, and tugged lightly with his teeth. Connor bucked his hips, straining upwards, but Aurelius held him down, not done tasting him. "I am going to claim every part of you."