“Not that hair,” Renny said, his face growing warm.
“Oh, you mean around yoursios…cock in your language.”
“Right.”
“Do you think I have enough to worry about it?” Rorie asked, and Renny turned without thought to find the fairy naked, standing only inches from his bed where he’d laid his clothing.
All the saliva in Renny’s mouth dried as he stared at the stunning body of his mate. The navy scrollwork covered the outside of his limbs, torso, and even trailed down the sides of his cock and balls. There was a small patch of pale hair above his dick, but the rest of him was virtually hairless. Rorie was thin but defined, and Renny’s hands itched to touch him.
“Well? Do I need your underwear?”
Renny thrust the pile of clothing in his hands toward Rorie. “Your choice.”
Taking the clothes, Rorie lifted the tiny pair of navy briefs and surveyed them. Much to Renny’s regret, the fairy pulled them on. When he straightened, his expression darkened with what might be regret. “I have embarrassed you. It was not my intent. I am finding Fae customs regarding v’airsell niolls differ greatly from yours surrounding mates. We often come together physically soon after being introduced, and I was rash to remove my clothing in front of you.”
Swallowing and trying to be sophisticated instead of blushing like the virgin he was, Renny nodded. “In the Council, each race has their way of doing things. For me, I lacked sexuality until I met you, so I guess I wasn’t expecting…well, um, you’re exquisite.”
Rorie shimmied into the jeans, yanked a D’Vaire T-shirt over his head, and ran his hands across the soft cotton. “This garb is so comfortable. Like you, I had no sexuality until you walked into that room. It is good that we have that in common. If we are to learn together, perhaps it will keep you from finding other partners,” Rorie said, sitting heavily on the bed. Renny scurried to give him socks and sneakers. Their eyes met, and Rorie’s were clouded with emotion. “Or are you already considering your options?”
“What? Oh no, magickind, with few exceptions, can only perform with their mates. I guess that means you can have other partners. So can shifters, but few avail themselves of that option.”
“Although I am young, I feel as if I have waited so long to find you. I am pleased you have no ability to perform with others. In fairness, I will give you the same promise, and it is not just for your benefit. I wish to make the most of our bond.”
His words were a relief to Renny, as was the fact that he was dressed. Although the fairy was gorgeous, Renny believed it was too early to start the physical side of their connection. There had to be an emotional bond before they discovered the beauty of sex together. “Thank you, Rorie. I’d like that too.”
Rorie stood after he tied his shoes and spread his arms wide. “How do I look?”
“Very handsome.”
“I hope someday you will allow me to dress you in traditional Fae clothing,” Rorie commented, closing the distance so inches separated them. “I believe you would be most handsome in the skin of my Faedrekan.”
His golden eyes with the blue rings were hypnotic, and Renny gulped. Not once had he considered what it’d be like to have a man gazing at him with such invitation in every line of his stunning body. “I’d like that,” Renny managed in nearly a whisper.
“I will insist upon the honor of removing them for you as well.”
“You’re kind of dangerous, Rorie.”
“I am glad you find me so. Bétea has far outreached my paltry expectations of a v’airsell nioll by pairing us. You are far more handsome than I imagined, though I must be honest and tell you that my picture was always of a woman.”
“Are you disappointed that your mate is a man?” Renny asked, his sense of defeat allowing him to get some control over his errant senses that wanted to push Rorie onto the bed and strip him.
“Not at all. I am an only child. I suppose I created in my mind’s eye a pairing as my parents had. In our world, whoever Bétea selects for you is accepted. I have no bad feelings because you are male.”
“For warlocks and most magickind, we feel the same, but there are people in our Council who look down on couples of the same sex.”
“Why?”
“That’s an excellent question, Rorie, and one I’ll never be able to give you an adequate answer to as I can’t understand it. Our High King Rafe nearly died because his father and brother tortured him after finding out he was gay.”
Rorie’s mouth tightened. “Should I kill them? I can as soon as my magic is restored.”
“No need, they were already given a death sentence that was carried out.”
“Very well, but rest assured I will kill whomever I must to avenge you and your family.”
Brows furrowed, Renny’s head cocked to the side. “Have you killed a lot of people?”
“Not yet, but I am unafraid to do what I must.”
