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Danger in the air. Lovers on the brink.
A Charm of Magpies, Book 3
With the justiciary understaffed, a series of horrifying occult murders to be investigated, and a young student who is flying—literally—off the rails, magical law enforcer Stephen Day is under increasing stress. And his relationship with his aristocratic lover, Lord Crane, is beginning to feel the strain.
Crane chafes at the restrictions of England’s laws, and there’s a worrying development in the blood-and-sex bond he shares with Stephen. A development that makes a sensible man question if they should be together at all.
When a thief strikes at the heart of Crane’s home, a devastating loss brings his closest relationships into bitter conflict—especially his relationship with Stephen. And as old enemies, new enemies, and unexpected enemies paint the lovers into a corner, the pressure threatens to tear them apart.
In this extract from Flight of Magpies, Stephen and Crane go out for dinner, and someone gets magical.
Dinner at Simpson’s was, as always, well cooked and well served. Stephen was conscious that he and Crane dined there often, but then the place was probably full of men dining together without consideration of what a degenerate mind might read into their perfectly normal friendship. They didn’t talk of work, instead discussing Leonora Hart’s wedding plans, and political events, and Stephen drank in Crane’s sharp silver presence from the ether and felt the tension ebb from his body, just a little.
Eventually, Crane pushed away his coffee cup and said, “Well. Home?” A lazy smile widened on his finely shaped mouth, and Stephen plucked up his nerve. He had fantasised about this often enough, and it had been a long, bad day. His body was crying out for violent release, so he leaned his elbows casually on the table and reached out through the ether, firming and shaping the air round Crane’s cock into the smooth pressure of a grip.
Crane’s eyes went wide. Stephen kept his face still and sent a current of force coiling round the other’s balls, squeezing gently, setting up a rippling motion that worked up and down Crane’s rapidly hardening prick.
“Are you doing that?” Crane demanded hoarsely.
Crane swallowed hard. Stephen steepled his fingers and intensified the etheric force, gently probing between Crane’s thighs, feeling the intensifying pulse of his blood in his rigid shaft, the quivering of arousal.
“All right, stop,” Crane said through his teeth. “Too close.”
Stephen gave him a flicker of a provocative glance. Terrifying though it was to do this in public, he was enjoying this moment of control just as much as he would enjoy the inevitable retribution.
“Make me,” Stephen murmured.
“I will tell you what I’ll make you do if I spend in this suit, you—” Crane broke off as the waiter approached, managed a curt nod. “The bill, please. —I’m not joking, Stephen, I need to walk across this room.”
“Say please,” Stephen said, pushing his luck far, far beyond the confines of safety.
Crane looked at him, eyes dark with dangerous promise, and leaned forward so there was no risk of being overheard. “I am not going to say please. I am going to take you apart piece by piece to pay for this, you little slut, and if we’re not back in the flat in ten minutes, I’m going to do it to you in the street. Now get off.”
Stephen let go. Crane took several deep breaths and adjusted his suit, in a way that probably included a painful squeeze to quell his rigid erection. They left the restaurant and headed back to the flat without speech, the icy air crackling with anticipation.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
I’m a writer of romance, mostly m/m, often historical or fantasy or both. I also have a contemporary thriller as well. I like to mix it up.
I blog about writing and editing at kjcharleswriter.wordpress.com.
I live in London, UK, with two kids, a tolerant husband and an even more tolerant cat.
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