Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: GLBT-homoerotic (m/m) content, m/m/f menage

When Garreth finds Gwas he has no idea what's in store for them.

I'm no angel. Gareth's shoulders slammed into the ground. A heavy body covered him, and the adrenalin that jolted through him made him feel like a powerful animal. But I am in heaven. He tugged his arms free, wrapped them around Harey and grasped the back of Harey's head. And I don't care if adulterous sodomites go to hell. He jerked upward and took Harey's lips.

No time for tender exploration. He had to show Harey who he belonged to, and it wasn't some bloodthirsty deity, or the daughter of a mass murderer. What if Aethelfrith, the devil who'd ordered one thousand, one hundred and sixty-five men killed so they couldn't pray against him, had still lived? Harey would have walked into his knife with a smile, a pet hare, and promises of painted eggs.

I will not let this man leave me again. Never. Not ever. He's mine. Gareth fought back his moan and deepened his kiss. Harey tasted so good, fresh and sweet like Maura, but firm and bony where she was all curvy softness. He intensified the pressure, relishing the feel of the lips he'd desired for so long, and Harey yielded. Gareth rammed his tongue in, danced around inside, and then back out to repeat. He'd never held a body that mirrored his own like this, captive over him, and the sheer joy of not being gentle saturated him.

His Harey, his beloved lad whose long legs he'd dreamed of running his fingers along, firm thigh muscles, the tight curve of his backside, and now actually did so, the experience propelled Gareth into overdrive. Aggression filled him, head to toe, centered on his groin. His cock felt thick and longer than it'd ever been before, molded against Harey's abdomen, a twin to match the swell of Harey's.