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. Di'ben nor, Quan. Quan looked up from his books, a wide smile softening thetight features, making him look younger. Jael.You're home! His One scrambled up, coming to him.167 Where Flows the Waterby Sean Michael Yes. He grinned, letting his affection show, his pleasureat seeing his mate. I missed your company. Quan's smile grew wider, happiness making the green-blueeyes sparkle.Leaning past the jar in Jael's hand, Quan slid hishands along Jael's cheeks, hands warming his skin and turnedup his face for a kiss.Jael could no more resist the pleasureand love singing between them than he could the desire tobreathe, not now that he knew Quan's flavour beneath histongue.He took a long, sweet kiss, moaning low at the tasteand feel of his One's mouth.Quan moaned, tongue slidingagainst his, pushing eagerly into his mouth. Jael.Come liewith me among the furs. Mm.yes. His hands tightened around his gift and hestarted. Oh, wait! I brought something for you! He held outthe clear jar, the fish swimming in circles. It reminded me ofyour eyes. Quan took the jar from him and looked down at the fish,eyes full of wonder. Oh, you're out late! Quan slid his fingerthrough the water, stroking the fish. He was caught in a pool, woke up when I found him. Jaelsmiled, reaching out to push the silky dark hair away fromQuan's face. You like it? Quan's smile was warm and full of love. He's beautiful.Asmall piece of the river while it's frozen over.Thank you. The slender fingers played for another moment with thefish and then Quan placed the jar carefully on the flat rockwhere their plates and cutlery were kept.Quan's eyestwinkled when they met his own. How can I say thank youproperly?168 Where Flows the Waterby Sean MichaelJael felt his cheeks heat, but he did not drop his eyes. Akiss, perhaps, my One? Just a kiss? I think my pleasure at your gift is worth farmore than a single kiss, but it is a good place to start. Quanpressed close, hands moving, searching their way into hiswinter layers until they found skin.His One tipped his headback, mouth open, lids half-closed. Lovely. He whispered the words into Quan's lips,moaning at the scent of his one, so close, so right.His handcradled Quan's head, holding him close at their lips met.Quan's mouth opened wide beneath his own, a soft moanoffered into him.The water-coloured eyes had closed, Quan'snostrils flaring as the kiss deepened.Hunger filled him, rising up through him like sap in thetree and he found himself growling low, pressing into the kiss,tongue sliding deep.Quan seemed as hungry as he, his One'shands sliding up his shulders to hold on tight to him.Theystumbled back towards the furs, the winds howling outsidetheir warm tent, the ice and rain beginning to fall.Quan moaned again. Listen to your winds and my watersblessing our union. Yes.Our bond is true, ki'ita.No one can deny that. Hepulled off his layers, eager to slide into the warm furs andtouch the skin of his One.Quan also began to undress, pullingoff his overdress and then the tight fitting tunic and leggings,the thick socks that all served to keep the dirt and dust fromhis One's body.Jael reached out to touch the pale belly,stroking instinctively, easing the latent pain within.Quanmelted against him, eyes dark like water in the winter.169 Where Flows the Waterby Sean Michael No pain. He eased them down and cocooned them in thesoftest heat. No pain for my One. Thank you, Jael. Quan curled into him, hands sliding overhis skin.His lips explored the fine lines of Quan's face, sofamiliar to him, burned into his spirit.Quan's fingers tracedhis muscles, teased across his nipples and then slid furtherdown, dancing across his shaft.He purred, arching into thetouch, shivering with the sensation.Quan smiled at him andthen pushed him gently onto his back.His One began toslowly kiss and lick a path from his neck down toward hisshaft. My One. Each kiss burned, the sensation intense,amazing. Mmmm. Quan rubbed against his belly, cheek soft, andthen licked at his shaft, tongue hot, almost burning.His cry was sharp, fierce, needy, shudders rocking him.Quan murmured again and then took him into his One'smouth, sucking the tip of his heat.It made him shudder, eyesrolling, hips pushing up.He could feel sensations rolling insidehim, hot and rich and real as the winds.Quan settled, cheekon his belly, head bobbing gently, sucking him into the warmheat of Quan's mouth, lips sliding.His fingers carded throughthe soft silk of Quan's hair and he purred, toes curling, heartsinging.Quan's answering purr vibrated around his flesh,sensation settling in his balls. Oh, ki'ita.My One. His hips moved faster, harder,pressed deeper.One of Quan's hands slid down to cup hisballs, the other stroked his hip.The suction grew harder,Quan taking him deeper and deeper.His orgasm poured over170 Where Flows the Waterby Sean Michaelhim, rich and sweet, wave after waves of pleasure.Quanswallowed down his seed and then carefully set to cleaninghim, licking up the drops that had overflowed his One'smouth.Jael panted, hands stroking Quan's hair. Oh.Oh, myOne. Quan moaned and nuzzled into his hand, hips pushing heatagainst his leg.Spreading wide, he pulled Quan up, offeringhimself with a deep, hard kiss.Quan moaned, shaft slidingalong his hip as Quan pushed with more urgency. Yes.My One. He shifted, Quan's cock nudging hisopening. Yes. Oh, Jael! Quan shuddered, heat spraying against him asthose water coloured eyes went wide.Oh, his One made himfeel desirable, necessary.Whole.He purred, body hot andslick where they rubbed together.Quan smiled down at himand rubbed their noses together, breath sliding against hislips. Oh, my Hunter. Yes, ki'ita.Your own. He nodded, tasting Quan'shappiness. Yes. 171 Where Flows the Waterby Sean MichaelChapter 13The water swirled around Quan, cool and close upon hisskin a lover sliding between his legs, no place too intimateto touch.It was good.He was clean and wet and happy.He dipped his hands into the water again, wetting themand building more lather with the soap, which he began towork into Jael's hair.He loved it when his hunter let him undothe braids and soap up the long hair, washing it clean of dustand dirt and days of riding and living.After they would sit inthe sun and he would brush out the long, thick hair and thenJael would sing his songs he retied each braid.Then theywould make love, Jael's hair like a curtain, fresh and smellingof the river around their kiss.Jael purred softly, leaning into the touch, scarred faceturned up to the sun.He was smiling, rumbling and happyand relaxed, hands sliding along whatever skin he couldreach. Mmm, beautiful, my hunter.The water loves you. Does it? All I can feel is your touch, my One. Warm andhusky, full of sweet desire and caring, Jael's voice was almosta physical touch, loving him with every word.It made him warm right through and his hands slid fromJael's hair to the bronzed skin, fingers sliding slickly over it,leaving behind bubbles.He stroked over the broad shouldersand then down to circle the dark nipples that rose inanticipation of his touch. Oh. Biting his bottom lip, eyes closing, Jael arched intothe touch.When Quan circled again, he moaned. Tease. 172 Where Flows the Waterby Sean MichaelQuan chuckled. Yes
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