Chapter 9

Yet, Magnus leaned closer, his arm holding Roland too close, too similar to a caress. Their faces moved closer still, as though loathe to stop whatever seemed to be between them. Magnus’s mouth hovered above Roland’s, their breaths mingling.

“I will,” Magnus promised before covering Roland’s lips with his own. It was a gentle touch, just a brush, the first time. A tease. But it was not nearly enough. His lips brushed the other man’s mouth again, testing, waiting for the moment Roland would push him away in disgust.

“Please,” Roland whimpered, opening his mouth under Magnus’s.

With a groan, Magnus pressed harder, deeper against those full, plump lips. They tasted sweet, somehow, and so addicting. His mind screamed at him to stop, but his body had other ideas. He didn’t stop Roland from crawling onto his lap; in fact, he supposed he encouraged it. The prince now had his arms looped around Magnus’s neck.