After three years of fighting in the service of his mercenary company, Eoan’s ready to lay down his sword and return home. He’s seen enough war and destruction and ruined villages; he only wants to find someplace peaceful and warm where he can figure out a new life. But he’s a long way from home, in the pouring rain. And rumor says the forest around him contains inhuman magical creatures such as dragons, garwolves, fairies, and sprites. He should be safe if he doesn’t leave the path ... but fairies have ways of tempting weary travelers. Julian hadn’t actually meant to entice the tired soldier from the path. He’d only been playing music for himself, and it’s been so long since he’s introduced himself to anyone, he barely recalls his own name. But now he has a human in his forest, and Eoan clearly needs care and comfort and healing. Healing requires closeness, and Eoan’s fascinating, complicated and heart-sore and strong. And Julian’s been very lonely for a very long time. But maybe he doesn’t have to be.

Sound the Fairy Call

This prompted a gasp and inarticulate words in some not at all decipherable language, and then, “Please—”


“And that from a fairy, even,” Eoan said, and went back to doing that. He enjoyed the broken little pants and squirms of need beneath him, in the grass. His fairy-person tasted like sugar, like wild honey, like berries, like some indefinable unknowable other element, mystical and mysterious, and he wanted more. He wanted it all.


He found a rhythm. Kept it up. Snuck a hand beneath the curves of that absolutely enticing backside, and held them both in place, and stroked his tongue just there


A soft tiny scream. And rigid muscles. And hisfairy-person was coming, drawn-out pulses of heat, still intoxicatingly sweet as Eoan swallowed him down.


Chapter 5