Chapter 5

“I went with another who brought me along for my skills in sorcery. Our plan was for me to cast spells upon the courtiers and then we would steal their treasures,” Warin admitted. His lips were less than an inch from the prince’s lips now, though he did not yet taste them.

“Did you?”

Warin traced the softness of Benedict’s thigh, his fingers barely brushing the prince’s hard shaft. His own cock pressed painfully against his braies.

“No. The other man had not the stomach for the plan after all and left me stranded there. I think he realized the guards watched us. After I touched you in that corner I made my way out of there also. I dared not linger, though I wished I could.” Warin’s fingers closed around the tip of Benedict’s cock, one fingertip running along the slit. “I know that it is said all too often, your highness, but your beauty robs my breath from my lungs.”

“I…” Benedict bit his bottom lip, moaned low in his throat.

“You are more beautiful than an angel.”