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Jarne’s eyes narrowed.

“And the idea of having someone that big lifting you against the wall as he fucked you definitely has some appeal. Don’t you think?”

“You’re trying to make me jealous,” Jarne said and stood.

“Is it working?”

Jarne stepped closer to him, until their chests almost pressed together.

“Perhaps I need to fuck you and push all thoughts of the blacksmith from your mind.”

“Please do,” Ketho said.

ChapterTwenty-One

In his mind, Jarne could still see Ketho ogling Ulrich. He’d leaned towards the blacksmith, flirted with him, and winked.

Jarne hadn’t thought he could be jealous. After all, he’d known Ketho had been with many. Apparently even two harpies. He knew Sero and Ketho had been lovers. He’d seen the two together. But perhaps because they’d acted so platonically, it hadn’t sparked any jealousy.

But he’d never seen Ketho eye someone.

Or flirt.

And that had pissed him off.

Ketho’s eyes glinted in the firelight. A teasing smile graced his plump lips. Jarne wanted to wipe that smile off his face. Make him moan. Make him cry out Jarne’s name.

Jarne pounced, surging forward and capturing Ketho’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Ketho made a surprised noise before clinging to Jarne’s shoulders as Jarne moved them towards the bed. The backs of Ketho’s legs hit the bed frame, and he fell back, sprawling across it.

Jarne stood over him. Ketho’s pupils swallowed the silver of his eyes until only thin rims could be seen. Ketho gazed up at him, wet lips parted.

Jarne reached down and grabbed Ketho’s boots. He yanked at the ties and tugged the boots off before dropping them behind him. He pulled Ketho’s shirt over his head and tossed it aside, mussing Ketho’s sleek hair. He unbuttoned Ketho’s breeches. He yanked them down, revealing slender legs and his hard, erect cock. He dropped the breeches to the floor.

“Look at you,” Ketho said, voice breathy. “Not even folding the clothing.”

Jarne ignored the teasing. He knew he behaved out of character. But he didn’t care. And he didn’t want Ketho caring either. He wanted Ketho too caught up in his own arousal to notice such trivial things.

He dropped to his knees. He leaned forward, face approaching Ketho’s inner thigh. Ketho’s delicious smell, so strong, filled his nostrils. He bit at the sensitive flesh before latching on and sucking.

Ketho cried out, leg spasming. “Yes,” he hissed. “Fuck! If I’d known you’d behave like this when jealous, I would have flirted with others sooner.”

Jarne released the skin from his mouth and nipped at it before sucking on a new spot.

Ketho cried out again, fingers twining in Jarne’s hair almost painfully. “Yes! Mark me.”

Jarne’s cock throbbed. Ketho’s legs wrapped around his back, locking Jarne in place between his thighs. Jarne bit, sucked, and licked at the smooth skin before him. All the time, he ignored Ketho’s erection entirely.

“Jarne,” Ketho whispered. “Jarne.”

Jarne yanked his mouth away from Ketho’s skin.

“Turn over,” Jarne demanded, voice hoarse.

Ketho turned without protest, presenting his arse to Jarne. Jarne spread Ketho’s cheeks, gaze locked on Ketho’s hole. He pressed a finger against the tight, puckered flesh. Ketho groaned, pushing back.

“Please,” Ketho whispered, face pressed against the sheets. He rocked his hips back. “Please.”

Jarne removed his finger, then leaned forward, mouth seeking Jarne’s hole. He pressed his tongue against the tight ring, and Ketho keened. Jarne sucked it and then fucked into it with his tongue.