Amber Kell’s Wandmaker Part 15

Amber Kell is visiting today as part of her Birthday Bash. Below is Part 15 of her story m/m story, Wandmaker. Go here to find links to Parts 1-14 and look for more to come each day this month.

Wandmaker Part 15

Silvan kept a hand to Cebrus’s back and he rushed him back to the castle. He nodded to people who came to speak but brushed them off. No way would he lose his opportunity. If he gave Cebrus a chance the man would come up with some excuse to ditch him. He knew that without asking. The wandmaker had that jumpy wild-eyed look like an untamed horse ready to bolt.

They might be wand-bonded but his wand maker would be the one person in the world who could probably figure a loophole for their situation. Silvan had no wish to be unbound and he figured by keeping Cebrus off balance he won’t be able to come up with an escape plan.

Silvan opened the door to his room and pushed Cebrus through the doorway. Now wasn’t the time for subtlety he needed to cement their bond before Cebrus wiggled out of it.

He slammed the door behind him, keeping an eye on Cebrus. “Strip. I need to claim you properly,” he demanded.

A smile curved Cebrus’ lips. “And what makes you think I want to be claimed?”

“Baby you’ve been traipsing around the country dying to be claimed, I’m just the lucky bastard who got to you first.”

Cebrus laughed. “You’d be surprised at the number of offers I’ve turned down.”

Silvan smiled. “Not in the least but apparently they weren’t worthy if you rejected them.”

“Hmm, you might have a point,” Cebrus agreed.

“I have a very nice one and if you get naked I can share it with you.”

Cebrus snorted. “Oh, that was horrible.”

Silvan pulled Cebrus into his arms. “I am a horrible, horrible man, let me show you how much.”

The first brush of Silvan’s lips across Cebrus’s sent a shiver down Silvan’s spine. Need raced through his body faster than a stampede of stallions. He’d never had anyone spur him to passion through a simple touch before. Silvan knew he’d do anything to keep Cebrus by his side.

Even help on a quest. He might doubt the wisdom of Cebrus’s plan but he’d do nothing to stop him. Besides even if they trekked all across the world there were no guarantees they’d find Cebrus’s mythical tree.

Silvan ran his hand beneath Cebrus’s shirt sighing into his mate’s mouth as the feel of silky skin met his touch. Unlike the hard muscled bodies of a fellow knight, Cebrus had a leaner form. As if he were created for Silvan’s pleasure between the sheets instead of on the battlefield.

A moan vibrated their lips. Pleased, Silvan lapped at Cebrus’s mouth trying to lure the sound out again.

Tightening his grip, Silvan rubbed his body against his mate’s slighter frame.

This was what he’d been born for; ruling a kingdom, and loving this one man.

Silvan shoved the straps off of Cebrus’s shoulders. His pack hit the ground with a loud thunk.

“You better not have snapped one of my wands,” Cebrus scolded, however his tone didn’t hold the annoyance his words implied.

“If I did I promise to make it up to you.” Silvan bit at Cebrus’s neck, leaving a satisfying mark of ownership on the long bare length of skin.