His head jerked up. He had one of the most startling and unwelcome thoughts of the last century.
Am I a boyfriend?
He growled and jerked the door open.
All of Dragos’s sentinels were mean and barbaric and sexy. Even that weird harpy-bitch Aryal, who she might have a teensy girl crush on. You know, in a totally hetero kind of way.
Thea HarrisonA look came into his dark eyes, a new expression she could'nt decipher. He stroked her lips with his thumb and stared at her like he had never seen her before.
Thea HarrisonI said I want to fuck your mouth, first with my tongue"-he licked her lower lip-"and then with my finger, and then with my cock. Maybe that will shut you up."
~Tiago
Politics, n. For the Elder Races, this generally involves bloodshed of some sort and a spate of funerals.
Thea HarrisonMy give-a-shit button's broken. You're my boy, and I say no.
Rune to Tiago
Tiago decided he enjoyed armchair warfare. It was so comfortable, and there were pastries.
Thea HarrisonHer compact, curvaceous body was laid out like some kind of offering to a pagen god. As someone who had once been a pagen god, he knew what he was talking about . . .
Thea HarrisonShe cradled his head and bowed over him, wiping her damp cheeks with one hand.
"We're so different from each other."
"We live a long time. It's good to not be bored.
All that time she had worked in the acquisition of Power. All that time she had been ruled by ambition. All those centuries that she had lived in such a vast yet fleeting journey, and here he was holding everything she had reached for, not striving, not continually learning to be better, not fighting to acquire any of it. He just was, the mysterious, magical rune, the riddle of a creature that nature decreed should not be able to exist, and yet he did.
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