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heated skin just one touch before he died. Regan tilted
his head, angled for a deeper kiss, and for a long time, Kian
was just happy to lose himself in the caress. With a touch
as light as a feather, Regan began tracing a pattern of touch
on bare skin, pushing Kian's shirt to one side. Only then did
the enormity of what they were doing hit him.
"Wait." Kian pulled back, pushing hard against
Regan's chest. They had to stop this. Regan had no decision
to make; Kian wouldn't let him.
"Not waiting," Regan breathed the words as he
pushed at Kian's hands, "want you, want to be inside you."
"No," he really pushed now, "if you do that  if we
join then withdrawal from addiction will last for your
lifetime, and you'll never be rid of it!"
Regan didn't even pause, digging his fingers into
Kian's hips and gripping tight. Kian could feel the madness
in his mate. It was intoxicating. "Just a taste then," Regan
demanded, and Kian recoiled at the words. A taste would
never be enough.
"No. You don't want this. There is still time to
stop." Kian was rigid in a battle of terror versus absolute
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need and want. His stubborn refusal seemed to have had an
effect. Regan just stopped. His eyes narrowed, and his
tongue darted out to dampen his lips.
"My decision," Regan finally ground out, passion
and need coloring his words scarlet and hot.
Those two words broke the very thing that enabled
Kian to act nobly. In that instant, Kian stopped pushing. He
sprawled as if the strings holding him had snapped and
buried his face into Regan's neck. There was no energy left
to fight any more. The lust to taste this man and
consummate their bonding was just too pure.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, so low that he had hope
Regan would never hear the words. His Fire sparked in his
spine, tracing lust through his languorous limbs, and the
thought of stopping now was more than he could bear.
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Chapter 13
Regan heard the simply spoken "I'm sorry". Hell,
Kian had nothing to be sorry for. Regan knew he had made
the right choice, knew it even as the quiet words were a soft
murmur against his skin.
The last two days had been some kind of special
hell, filling him with a need so intense it clouded his
thoughts. But, along with that need, a spark of something
else had been lit.
Kian fascinated him. He wanted to learn more about
the man with the magik, wanted to touch him and
experience the Fire. Somehow, without realizing it, he had
tipped over from lust and appreciation of a fine ass to
wanting to taste and respect and cherish. It was a
completely new feeling for him. Being alone had always
suited him fine. Casual hookups had kept him sane. This
though, this was something very different.
It felt more than right to be with Kian. He wasn't
lying when he'd said those words my decision. It had
always been his decision to make.
It had startled him when he felt Kian collapse
against him, clearly resigning himself to what Regan felt he
wanted. Complete submission was not what Regan had
ever sought in a partner, but it seemed that was what Kian
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believed he wanted.
"Look at me," he ordered as calmly as he could,
wincing only a little when Kian raised a fearful, worried
gaze to his. This wasn't the man who had defeated his
nemesis in the snow, or the brave man who had crossed
through the Gate, banishing himself from his own home in
the doing. This was not the Kian who was so certain of his
reason for being.
Regan took a deep breath, twisting his fingers into
Kian's hair, and considered how he should phrase this.
"I promise it isn't because you are bonded to me that
I think things should change." Kian looked suddenly
doubtful, and it was all Regan could do not to just get on
with the physical side of this without stopping to talk.
"Don't." Regan wasn't sure if he meant don't doubt me or
more simply don't let us stop. Kian needed to end the
worrying about why Regan had made his decision, along
with the guilt the warlock seemed to associate with it.
"Don't?"
"There has to be a reason we were supposed to
bond," Regan said simply. Kian wrinkled his brow in a
frown, and Regan stiffened. This wasn't going well. "Hell,
give me some credit for accepting the things I can never
truly understand." There was a hint of desperation in his
voice, and he tempered it with the dry humor that he often
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used. "Who am I to say that some ancient path wasn't
mapped out for you and me and that we weren't destined to
be together?"
"Are you laughing at me?" Kian asked, and Regan
winced at the hurt in the other man's voice. Damn his sense
of humor and its ability to appear at the worst of times.
"No, I promise I'm not."
"I'm scared." Kian pushed weakly.
"Of?" Regan had a list in his head, a very earthly
list of human responses which were blown away by the
next thing Kian said.
"Of you leaving. If we bond and stay together, it
will hurt too much for you to leave."
Regan considered the words, looked at Kian
thoughtfully, then considered everything he knew of Kian
and Kian's world. If his mate couldn't return to his world
then he would clearly be staying here, and in seconds,
Regan knew there was only one possible answer.
"Kian ap Rhys, who the hell said I was ever leaving
you?" When Kian smiled and threw himself into Regan's
arms, Regan knew he'd said the right thing.
THE END
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About the Author
RJ Scott lives just outside London. She has been writing
since age six, when she was made to stay in at lunchtime
for an infraction involving cookies and was told to write a
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