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way you’ve
looked at me. Like you’d catch something from touching
me.”
    Tyron was shocked the oracle thought
that way, especially when the exact opposite was true. After giving
Khal a brief smile, he stalked closer and stopped within inches of
the male. “If I didn’t want to touch you, would I do this?” Tyron
leaned in and kissed Khal gently.
    The caress started simply, nothing
more than a tender grazing of their lips. But as soon as Tyron’s
skin touched Khal, a hunger set in like nothing he’d ever felt.
Tyron deepened the embrace and pulled the oracle into his arms,
slipping one hand behind Khal’s head to help give him a better
angle. Plundering the male’s mouth, Tyron felt frenzied, the desire
to push Khal to the bed and spread Khal wide open for his mouth,
his hands, and his cock was more than he’d anticipated.
    Reality began to settle in and
reminded Tyron where they’d just taken Khal from. He couldn’t push
himself on Khal, not yet. Not until Khal had had time to let go of
his past.
    With a struggle, Tyron pulled away
from Khal. He observed the male. Khal stood there, his swollen lips
still slightly parted, his eyes closed. When he finally opened his
eyes and looked up at Tyron, a hint of a smile crossed his
lips.
    “ What was that
for?”
    Tyron lifted one eyebrow. “You claimed
I didn’t want to touch you. So I proved you wrong. And you’re very,
very wrong, you know?”
    Khal stepped back, his breathing still
not completely recovered. Tyron was glad to see he’d affected the
oracle since his heart still raced and his breathing was only now
slowing. And his cock was hard as stone, ready to claim what he
already sensed was his.
    Khal crossed his arms over his chest
and glared up at Tyron. “Do you expect repayment for rescuing me?
Is that how this works?”
    “ No,” Tyron frowned. “Your
body is yours to do with as you choose. I won’t force you into my
bed. Unless you want me to, of course.”
    At that last bit, Khal’s face
reddened. “And why would I want you to force me into your
bed?”
    Tyron took another step forward,
closing the gap Khal had made. Khal was now inches from the wall,
with nowhere to escape. Tyron shouldn’t make the male feel trapped,
but Tyron needed to be closer, to let the male know exactly how he
felt. “I think after your time in the whorehouse, you of anyone
would have a full understanding of how some prefer their sex. Some
like a slow, subtle lovemaking, while others want a quick, furious
fuck. And then there are even others, those with darker passions,
who want someone to tie them to the bed and have their wicked way
with them.”
    Khal’s lips parted again and he sucked
in a gasp of air. A small pink tongue came out to wet his dry lips,
and Tyron wanted to chase that tongue back in with his own, but he
fought the need.
    “ And in what way do you
prefer your sex, Tyron?”
    Tyron smiled and looked to the side
for a moment, trying to calm his rising lust. He turned back to
Khal and licked his own dry lips. Khal’s gaze was riveted to the
movement, trailing along with the motion. When Khal finally looked
back up into Tyron’s eyes, he answered. “I like it dark. Very dark.
With a paddle or a flogger in hand, my triad brothers helping me
push my lover’s boundaries. Tell me, Khal, have you ever had two or
more lovers at once?”
    Khal shivered. “N-no. For safety
reasons, Kazru did not allow mass couplings.”
    Tyron smirked, glad they would have
something new to share with Khal. And from the reactions Tyron was
witnessing, he was fairly certain Khal liked the idea of sharing
their bed. “It’s not something for everyone. Multiple partners are
only for a special breed of male. Partners for Kannomite warriors
are only the elite.”
    “ And w-why is that?” Khal
asked, breathless.
    Tyron lifted his hand to Khal’s mouth,
rubbing his thumb over Khal’s lower lip. The oracle drew Khal’s
thumb into his mouth and sucked on it a moment. Tyron’s