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205 pages, Paperback
First published March 9, 2018
He was leaning down again as he said it, and that meant that Marcus could not help but lean up. “I like to kiss you,” he breathed, voice raw with want.
Crinkles around Gwen’s eyes as he smiled softly. “I like kiss Marcus,” he murmured in return—and then did. Long and slow and deep.
“Lovely Gwen.” He ran his hands back up the man’s stomach and caressed his chest again. “I want you to enjoy it this time, my treasure. I swear you will. I will give you such perfect pleasure.” Did it matter if the words would not be understood? The tone would surely make his feelings clear.
A short stream of strange words, filtering through the laughter, and Gwen’s eyes full of mirth and pity for him. Marcus didn’t even feel like a fool. Gwen could look upon him as a slow child all he liked—as long as he smiled and laughed, Marcus was in paradise, here in cold, wet Britannia.
He felt Gwen’s gasp, the rigid shock that rippled through his body…but he didn’t stop. He kissed Gwen fully, deeply, nothing held back or hesitating, with all the passion and tenderness he cherished for this man, who should have been his enemy. Who might still become such…but that was not a thought for this moment. This moment, this kiss, was his answer—I love you still.
“I want…” He flushed. Gwen was teasing him again, as he was wont to do. “I want apologize. I am sad Gwen was hurt.”
A sigh. “Marcus many apologize.”
He nodded. “I want Gwen happy.”
The blanket fell from Gwen’s shoulders. Gwen pulled him close. “Marcus…Gwen is cold. Need warm.”
“Oh. You want me to…”
But Gwen was already undressing him. “Marcus body is warm. Marcus cock is much warm.” He pressed close, his lips brushing Marcus’ ear, his voice husky. “Need Marcus cock inside. Marcus touch, give warm semen in Gwen.”
Face flaming, Marcus moaned. He almost wished Gwen didn’t have certain words. Was it lack of the means to be subtle, or would Gwen always be this gleefully explicit?

“Gwynllyw,” he murmured in a moment of pause, “I beg you, ease my mind and tell me you have no wife nor lover.”
But Gwen only snorted a laugh at him. “Indeed I have a lover. He has today returned from Rome after years of absence, and he is still muddy from the road.”

Then they were kissing again, Gwen’s hand caressing Marcus’ stomach, smearing what seed had managed to land on him.
“Mmh,” Gwen murmured against Marcus’ insistent lips, “now, I think you will bathe, yes?” His eyes opened, sparkling at him. “Perhaps if I join you?”
“In that case, I certainly will,” he answered, and pulled Gwen up with him.


“A-pol-o-gize,” Marcus repeated slowly, articulating each syllable.
“Ahpologise,” Gwen tried, and Marcus nodded, feeling himself begin to smile. Then he frowned again.
“Why apologize?”
Gwen pointed to himself. “Druid. Ahpologise. Marcus say no magic. Gwen ahpologise magic.”
His expression dimmed. “If you are going to apologize, do not do it in the first place.” Gwen shrugged, and Marcus sighed harshly. “No apologize magic. No magic. Druid—”
“—Die,” Gwen finished for him, nodding. “Druid die. Understand.”
His frown deepening, Marcus stared into Gwen’s eyes. “Druid magic bad.”
But his urgent words only prompted another smile as Gwen gently shook his head. “No bad. Magic good. Help.”
With a grunt, Marcus looked away again, back at the hilltop before them. “No want your help.”


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