‘Almost all of Magnus’s sexual life had been paid for with gold or steel but it wasn’t long before he knew that Aric was going to cost him awfully dear. He wanted it all. He wanted Aric’ sweet, untouched smile just as much as his sweet, untouched flesh. And he knew that it might require skill he didn’t have to enjoy both.
The day Aric had uncurled enough to smile directly at him….he’d felt a bit of the red haze of the berserker then. He only remembered in how the scent of Aric’ skin made Magnus want to bite him hard enough to leave welts, the clear whites of Aric’ eyes, his quivering lips, the hard wings of Aric’ shoulder blades spread underneath his palms. But even as he clutched and tasted and buried himself in Aric’ taut, gasping body, some potent imperative pulsed through him, gentle, be gentle.’
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979 A.D. Aric and Magnus sail away to find the Raven and Sebastian of Sammelsberg learns that there are some people you just shouldn’t mess with.