Chapter 6
“Warin.”
“Warin,” Benedict repeated, tasting the odd familiarity of it, the sense of rightness. His whole body shook with anticipation. This man had abducted him, demanded a ransom from his sire, and still he wanted him. He should be ashamed, but he wasn’t. He ought to be afraid, but he wasn’t. Not exactly. Not enough to prevent the desire, anyway.
He was still a little wary, though. Though he’d done a bit of touching and kissing with other men, he’d not had intercourse with one. For that he’d been with women only. And not very many of those either.
Besides, Warin, with his strange powerful magic, was a bit frightening. Benedict didn’t know if Samson and the others had been killed and, in truth, he didn’t know if he, himself, would survive.