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.Let me show you this.”“I can’t.Let me go.Now.”Tirian released him, held up his hands andstepped back.Adam edged away and then fled tothe caravan, slamming the door behind him.Herested against the table, fighting the terror, thetears.But inside, he fought against the reaction toTirian’s touch.He’d run, not because of memories,69Astrid Cooperbut because he was a coward.Because he wantedTirian so badly, it was terrifying…70Adam’s UnicornChapter Eightvery instinct told Tirian to go after Adam, toE hold and comfort him, show him that when heloved there was only rapture.In his bed menmoaned with pleasure, not from pain.Tirian’s bloodline was descended fromwarriors—brave, fierce, ruthless in battle.Qualities that extended to his bed—ruthless, notwith cruelty, but in his unrelenting desire toensure his lover was satiated, rendered boneless inhis orgasm, but never hurt.His lover might shedtears from pleasure, but never from pain.Howcould he convince Adam to trust, to let go of pasthurts?Sighing, Tirian ran a hand through his hair.Hehadn’t expected this, not in all his years.Adamwas thirty—on the cusp of maturity.So few yearsbehind him, but so many ahead.A future ofpossibilities.And Tirian would share that future,that life.The recognition had been made and theirsongs were combined.His love was forever.But71Astrid CooperAdam’s fear lay between them.Tirian sighed, remembering how Adam’sfingers moving over his flesh had initially beenhesitant, but that had been swiftly replaced bycuriosity and longing.Adam burned and in thatrealisation, the honest touch between mates, Tirianhad trembled with desire, his cock rigid, his soulvibrating for this man—this beautiful man whodenied himself.What am I going to do? A lifetime of lovinghadn’t prepared him for this.His lovers hadalways been willing, passionate—giving as muchas they received in bed.But his soul mate wasreluctant.Stars-afire, what an impasse.Tirianreturned to his swag and eased down onto themattress.Moments later, he was on his feet,pacing, his body an inferno of arousal.Fromacross the clearing, Tirian sensed Adam, his griefand pain, laced with an undertone of desire.Tirianknew he could enflame that emotion and eradicatethe other.Damn it, yes! This night he would makeAdam confront his fears, because if he did not, thepain would tear them apart.He walked out into the night, his sure stridesfaltering, the closer he came to the caravan.No,first he must use his magic.He turned away,walking to the centre of the clearing.Slipping offhis jeans, he morphed to his magic self.He dippedhis horn into the ground and traced a healing72Adam’s Unicorntalisman into the red dirt.If only he retained hisdeeper magic, then he could… He quashed thethought.He was Tirian and he loved Adam.Lovewould be enough.He morphed to human and re-dressed.He walked to the caravan and opened thedoor, his weight making the old wooden stepsqueak in the ominous silence.Adam lay on the narrow bed, not asleep, hisbody beneath the sheet trembling.With desire.Itwas the desire Tirian sensed, that terrified Adamthe most.“Adam?”Immediately his mate’s body stiffened.Heturned in the bed, facing Tirian, the sheet drawn tohis shoulder, fist curled in the fabric.Alarm lashedhis face and eyes.“Tir?”“Who else, sweet man, would be standinghere?”“You gotta leave.”“Why?”“‘Cos…”“That’s not a very good reason.” Tirian paddedforward and sat on the edge of the flimsy bed.Itdipped beneath his weight, sending Adamsprawling against him.“Much better,” he said,taking Adam into his arms, settling him againstthe mattress.He straddled his mate’s body, a kneeresting over Adam’s tense thighs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Let me show you this.”“I can’t.Let me go.Now.”Tirian released him, held up his hands andstepped back.Adam edged away and then fled tothe caravan, slamming the door behind him.Herested against the table, fighting the terror, thetears.But inside, he fought against the reaction toTirian’s touch.He’d run, not because of memories,69Astrid Cooperbut because he was a coward.Because he wantedTirian so badly, it was terrifying…70Adam’s UnicornChapter Eightvery instinct told Tirian to go after Adam, toE hold and comfort him, show him that when heloved there was only rapture.In his bed menmoaned with pleasure, not from pain.Tirian’s bloodline was descended fromwarriors—brave, fierce, ruthless in battle.Qualities that extended to his bed—ruthless, notwith cruelty, but in his unrelenting desire toensure his lover was satiated, rendered boneless inhis orgasm, but never hurt.His lover might shedtears from pleasure, but never from pain.Howcould he convince Adam to trust, to let go of pasthurts?Sighing, Tirian ran a hand through his hair.Hehadn’t expected this, not in all his years.Adamwas thirty—on the cusp of maturity.So few yearsbehind him, but so many ahead.A future ofpossibilities.And Tirian would share that future,that life.The recognition had been made and theirsongs were combined.His love was forever.But71Astrid CooperAdam’s fear lay between them.Tirian sighed, remembering how Adam’sfingers moving over his flesh had initially beenhesitant, but that had been swiftly replaced bycuriosity and longing.Adam burned and in thatrealisation, the honest touch between mates, Tirianhad trembled with desire, his cock rigid, his soulvibrating for this man—this beautiful man whodenied himself.What am I going to do? A lifetime of lovinghadn’t prepared him for this.His lovers hadalways been willing, passionate—giving as muchas they received in bed.But his soul mate wasreluctant.Stars-afire, what an impasse.Tirianreturned to his swag and eased down onto themattress.Moments later, he was on his feet,pacing, his body an inferno of arousal.Fromacross the clearing, Tirian sensed Adam, his griefand pain, laced with an undertone of desire.Tirianknew he could enflame that emotion and eradicatethe other.Damn it, yes! This night he would makeAdam confront his fears, because if he did not, thepain would tear them apart.He walked out into the night, his sure stridesfaltering, the closer he came to the caravan.No,first he must use his magic.He turned away,walking to the centre of the clearing.Slipping offhis jeans, he morphed to his magic self.He dippedhis horn into the ground and traced a healing72Adam’s Unicorntalisman into the red dirt.If only he retained hisdeeper magic, then he could… He quashed thethought.He was Tirian and he loved Adam.Lovewould be enough.He morphed to human and re-dressed.He walked to the caravan and opened thedoor, his weight making the old wooden stepsqueak in the ominous silence.Adam lay on the narrow bed, not asleep, hisbody beneath the sheet trembling.With desire.Itwas the desire Tirian sensed, that terrified Adamthe most.“Adam?”Immediately his mate’s body stiffened.Heturned in the bed, facing Tirian, the sheet drawn tohis shoulder, fist curled in the fabric.Alarm lashedhis face and eyes.“Tir?”“Who else, sweet man, would be standinghere?”“You gotta leave.”“Why?”“‘Cos…”“That’s not a very good reason.” Tirian paddedforward and sat on the edge of the flimsy bed.Itdipped beneath his weight, sending Adamsprawling against him.“Much better,” he said,taking Adam into his arms, settling him againstthe mattress.He straddled his mate’s body, a kneeresting over Adam’s tense thighs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]