Rorie pulled away again, and he fed Renny a slice of riont kre’es. “I thought since we have already quit early, we should enjoy ourselves. Once we have finished our meal, we can retire to our room. I wish to explore more kisses with you.”
Gulping down the bite, Renny refused to say no to fooling around with Rorie for several hours, though it was probably unwise to allow their relationship to advance physically when he couldn’t get his heart and head to agree on shit. “I’m not ready for sex yet.”
“I would not have you pushed beyond what makes you comfortable. We will simply kiss until it is time to retire. I wish to become deeply acquainted with your mouth.”
“Right, okay,” Renny responded, always a bit out of his depth at Rorie’s flirting. It was lovely and overwhelming to be considered attractive by someone as sensual as Rorie. If it confused the rest of him, his body knew exactly what it wanted—his mate.
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Rorie had left the library only long enough to order a meal to be sent there, so he and his sorcerer friends would not have to leave, and as he passed the large study he still thought of as belonging to Volzi and Gonisa, his name was called. “Yes?” he asked, stopping in the doorway.
“I expected to find you with Renny,” Drekkoril said. The bemollo rose from his chair and walked around the enormous desk to lean against it.
“I was returning to him.”
“In the library?”
“Yes, we are reading books.”
“I know, I have found magical essences all over them, and you bring a stack to read whenever we are in a room together.”
“It aids us to understand the Fae better.”
“Us?”
“We are the rulers of the Fae. It is our duty to know as much as we can of a subject,” Rorie remarked, proud that he’d taken Renny’s advice and was thinking for himself.
“I thought you were convinced that your parents taught you what you needed. Not that you shared any of their opinions with me at my summoning.”
“It is better for you to learn on your own,” Rorie responded, though the fact that he’d kept himself shielded during the summoning was causing shame to grow inside him. Did it do any good for Drekkoril to know his feelings? Rorie had no answer to that—Drekkoril was an enigma to him. They spent eight hours of every day together but rarely spoke. They were around each other at mealtimes and ceremonial events that Drekkoril sent notes for him to attend while Rorie was ensconced in the library or sharing kisses with Renny in their bedroom.
“You wish me to learn everything and interfere in the leadership of our people.”
“I am a fairy and you a bemollo. We should be a team.”
“I believe our concepts of how that relationship should work are vastly different. You have your parents’ example, and I have studied history.”
Rorie grew annoyed.What in the world does Drekkoril think I am reading in the library?“I have probably more knowledge in my brain on any subject than you. I have dedicated myself to education in the last weeks.”
“I have little time for it. I have a government to run.”
“Why are you always so determined to fight with me?”
Drekkoril’s expression showed surprise. “We are not fighting.”
“Yes, we are. You always throw in my face that Bétea chose you.”
“While you do not understand how I am being pulled in different directions because of the way the sioskallos were treated during the Vol’Gon era. They wish to speak of every subject, including v’airsell niolls. It is the dasllerel tíeka which comes up daily.”
“The dasllerel tíeka is a necessity, Drekkoril.”
“And yet, it did not exist before your parents crafted it.”
“Even in Renny’s council, they have separation agreements. There is also a demonic spell to break the bonds of their Fate permanently.”
“Think you it is something we should have?”
“This is the subject you wish my expertise on?”
