Chapter 16

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice shaking with rage. The dark, lithe form on the cot sat up. Conor had the audacity to pat the seat beside him.

“Sit down, lover. We need to talk. No?” Conor shrugged slim shoulders. “Nathaniel’s gone, though he had enough sense to leave Miranda here.” His gaze traveled over Taden, lingering in places that stirred under those lustful eyes. Conor’s tongue licked across his full bottom lip. “Apparently you weren’t enough to hold him,” he continued, his tone clearly indicating he found his cousin a fool.

Taden looked at the pastureland stretching many leagues from the manor to the forest in the distance. Every sinuous movement and inflection of voice from Conor was an invitation to taste the pleasures of his virile body. A few days ago, in his loneliness, Taden might have been tempted. But after last night and Nathaniel’s trusting, loving touch…The thought of another man’s caresses held no appeal for him.