“I’ve heard of this. Seth and Caleb play with Gilvaxtin,” I replied. Hallonnixmin’s mate had a love of gambling, though she usually bet on fights, but she’d fallen in love with the humancard game. And from the amount of stuff she’d taken from Seth and Caleb, it was safe to say she was skilled at the game.
“Have fun,” Wyn said, slightly tugging on my tail, as if he wished us to leave.
I gave them a short goodbye and led Wyn away. When I was sure Camden and Noxlyn were far enough away to not overhear us, I asked, “Did Camden upset you?”
“No,” he replied, glancing at me. “Why would you think that?”
I directed Wyn around a couple of barbarus who were loudly debating whether clubs or bats were better. I said, “I thought the tug might indicate you wished to leave right away.”
Wyn ducked his head, but he pressed closer to my side. “I did want to leave.”
“Why?”
His voice dropped to the point I almost couldn’t hear him as he whispered, “I didn’t want Camden to invite us, and us to have to go for politeness’ sake.”
A blazing fire swelled in my chest and sent my soul thrashing. “Why?”
“Because I want to spend the night with you. Just you.”
I bumped up his chin, so his gaze met mine. Wyn’s clear blue eyes were wide and his breath sharp. I brushed the line of his jaw before dropping my hand, recalling our permissions discusssion—Wyn didn’t want me to touch him all that much outside of fucking.
“I desire the same thing,” I told him.
Wyn smiled. “Let’s eat, then.”
I allowed him to lead me through the bustling crowd of the promenade. The usual sound of conversation and laughter faded to a low murmur, the normal bright colors and flashing signs became nothing more than a soft glow, and the strong scents of savory food, sweet treats, and soft floral fragrances faded away under the light perfume that came off Wyn. All I saw, heard, andsmelled was him. He was everything. There was nothing else in my sight besides Wyn.
We stopped in front of a Foblen noodle shop, and Wyn led me to a table in the corner.
“Is this a favorite of yours?” I asked.
“Yes. I come here several times a week.”
I stored that information away in my mind. I wanted to learn everything about Wyn that there was to.
“Do you trust me to order for you?” Wyn asked.
I folded my hands on the table and gave him a warm look. “I trust you with everything.”
He swallowed, making the alluring knot in his throat bob in such a way that I wanted to bite it. Wyn stood, but he wasn’t steady on his feet. I placed my hands on his hips to ensure he didn’t fall, pulling him against my chest and in between my spread legs.
“Do you need me to come with you?” I asked.
Wyn shook his head and cleared his throat a couple of times before he said in a forced tone, “No, I’m fine. Perfectly fine.”
I released him, and Wyn headed toward the curtained area to order. I groaned and let my head fall back. Wyn. It had been a little more than a day, and I was struggling to hold back. The instinct to touch him at all times was nearly overpowering. My very soul craved him.
“Monqilcolnen,” Wyn cried, fingers cupping my chin.
My eyes popped open. He was bent over me, brow furrowed. I traced the way his brow crinkled with my gaze as I asked, “Yes?”
He released a low noise. “I thought you were injured.”
“Of course not. I was merely resting my eyes.”
Wyn shook his head, but his fingers remained where they were on my face. He ran a finger down my nose to my lips. “Why do I like touching you so much?”
“I could be insulted.”
