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 Then we have a bargain, pretty one.
 No, not yet we don t. We need to seal the deal.
The red ribbon tugged tight across his palm and, as if he felt it around his neck reeling him in, Colton drifted closer, his face so earnest and so beautiful Killian could scarce draw a breath.
 They re watching, Blondie.
 Everyone knows. Let them watch.
 Don t, he whispered. All he could see was that lush red mouth getting closer, lips begging to be kissed.
 Yes.
 No.
 Give it up!
Needing it just as much, Killian gave in and reached out his yearning hand.  Give me your mouth, pretty one. When their lips met, Killian could barely kiss him, he was so uncoordinated
and shaky, his eyes were burning and he was crushing Colton against him so tightly neither of them could breathe. Ah. There it was& the heartbeat speeding up! Colton s pulse leaping for him.
Nothing on earth could compare to that total submission. His senses filled him up, his eyes went back into the killing red as his own pulse quickened. Giving in was the sweetest form of
suffering, and Killian kissed Colton endlessly, alternately gentle and rough, his tongue halfway down Colton s throat and his teeth sharp.
Short of breath, Colton pulled his head back.  Whoa! I guess it s a deal?
 Three days. Don t make me come and get you, either. I m feeling very impatient.
 Come then, my wicked one. Before the new Council gets here.
Startled, Killian stepped back.  New one?
 It had been& discussed, you know.
 Plotted, you mean. A shadow Council?
 Something like that.
 And this retarded Prince of yours?
 No, that will never happen. His father will sit that chair in his place.
 Oh great.
 Yeah, it is. Had to learn his tolerance somewhere, hmm? Be at peace, Killian, it s working out good for all of us. I feel the scales evening out, finding the balance.
 Bullshit.
 You can see for yourself.
 Huh?
 Three months in three months you ll be speaking before them, reaffirming all past agreements on behalf of your kind.
Such an unprecedented event he dared not believe. Not possible.  Here?
 Yes.
 No way! Me?
He was answered by that ridiculous smile again.  I ll tell you more later& but right now? Come, my handsome one. It s time to go.
The place was filling up. Killian sensed each new arrival, and the power level of the place was increasing to a point it was becoming painful to bear. Whoever this new Council was made
from, they had the strength to kick ass. All he could do was wait and see how it all played out. His part was done.
Trust in Bella Luna, he reminded himself, trust her.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The bad weather was a good omen, as far as Killian was concerned. The thunderstorm raging around them was violent and loud and full of lightning. Oblivious, Colton remained asleep,
curled into a protective ball, hair wild about his pillow. It had been an impossibly long drive to the rental, and Killian had sent him immediately to bed with a promise to watch over him while he
slept.
The house was perched on a rocky cliff overlooking the sea and surrounded by the biggest fucking trees Killian had ever seen. They towered like giants and at present were raining needles
and cones and sticks. The entire wall of their bedroom was one big window facing the ocean, and he kept the blinds retracted, letting the view snatch his breath away. Proud of himself, he
grinned stupidly. He really had outdone himself. The place was perfect. True, it was in the middle of nowhere in coastal British Columbia, Canada, but the forest was old growth and the nearest
town with the native Indian name was miles away. No prying eyes anywhere, and, as he expected shortly, no electricity, either. The trees were groaning and creaking in the wind. The sea boiled
and churned, water black as his eyes.
The lights flickered twice and went out completely. Right on schedule. With nothing to do now that they had no power, Killian seized on the perfect excuse to avoid putting their stuff away,
stripped and crawled under the blankets with Colton. Even asleep, the shifter turned toward him, unfurling his long legs and pressing against him, hair tickling his chest and neck, his reward for
a job well done.
They d survived! Both of them. Fucking incredible.
Keeping his word, Colton arrived home in three days, so exhausted Killian had to pack for him, organize everything and practically carry him to the new SUV he d bought for the journey, sight
unseen, untested. Not that he minded Killian was one of those people who performed best in a crisis. His laptop and work came with him. Three months was a long time for him to be stuck in
the middle of nowhere. When Colton was well again, he d have something to amuse him, and he was counting every moment until then. As ordered, Colton had obtained another set of red
robes and the outfit sat neatly packed downstairs by the door, tucked away for future destruction.
Killian couldn t wait. Thinking about that form-fitting outfit covering that perfect body made him stiff as he lay against Colton s warmth. Rubbing against him, Killian pleasured himself, not to
orgasm, but it was nice, regardless. It would be a while before he d be able to abuse that delightful body snug against his abstinence sucked. Planning ahead, he d brought a whip. Just a
short flogger, not the nasty longer one he d used on him before and, fortunately Canada Customs had not searched their luggage beyond a cursory glimpse. Rather tough explaining that.
Temptation would always be a problem between them. Used to intense pain, shifter boy would never stop him before Killian crossed over the line into the realm of true sadism, so he had to be
most careful. Couldn t get into much trouble with that small tangle of leather, though! Besides, Colton had no black threads to give him; whatever guilt and sorrow he felt over what he d done
would have to stay with him. He needed that guilt to be a better man. Some burdens were meant to be kept close to the heart.
 Killian? Blondie whispered a moment later.
 I m here. Shhh, now, and go back to sleep.
 What were you thinking about? It woke me.
Smiling, Killian kissed the top of his head.  You don t want to know. Trust me. Now sleep.
 I hear the storm.
 Made just to order. Do you like it?
 It s wonderful.
 It knocked out the power, so I m just gonna stay here with you.
A soft sigh warmed his shoulder.  I d like that. A big, warm hand caressed up his bare leg, fingers skimming his buttock until the hand stopped at his waist.  Make love to me? he asked
shyly.
The hand inserted itself between their tightly pressed bodies.  No, pretty one. Not today. It was hard extricating that questing hand and imprisoning it within his.  Sleep.
 Please, Killian? I want you.
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