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little hands began sliding over him. The lad worked gently, quickly, and it wasn’t long before he was clean, sliding from the tub into a warm robe.
    “Do you need anything else, Master?”
    “No, peep. There is a tray in the outer chambers. Take it to share with your mates.” He winked, smiling at the look of pleasure in the lad’s eyes.
    The prince remained quiet, half-hidden in the shadows the whole time, though Zujan could feel Wintras’ gaze on him.
    “Have one of the harem boys sent up, Sami. Tyr, perhaps, or Mal.” Zujan settled on his bed, piled high with one blanket after another, relieved to hide his shivering, his shaking. Bathing exhausted him, chilled him deep inside, but there was no reason to share that knowledge.
    “Yes, Master.” His slave waited until he offered his hand for a kiss and then off Sami went.
    He heard Wintras shifting, the man had to be freezing with nothing to wear, but no complaint was made, the stubborn fool remaining quiet. He arranged his pillows, relaxing back against them, waiting, watching. In no time, Tyr entered, red hair wild, freckles peppering the pale skin. “My Lord?”
    He offered the boy a smile, the expression widening when he saw Wintras shift in the shadows. “I wish you to pleasure the prince, Tyr.”
    Wintras gasped, obviously surprised. The prince shrank back further in the shadows.
    “Oh, no. Out here by the fire so I can see.” Zujan didn’t bother to hide his smile.
    The prince moved toward the fire, hands covering himself. “Surely you meant him to pleasure you, Zujan.”
    “Do not begin to believe you understand my wishes, prince. Place your hands behind your neck.” He was chilled, sore from too much magic and not enough contact.
    Wintras stood with the fire at his back and slowly raised his hands, linking them behind his neck. The prince’s body shone from the backlighting of the fire, the dark blue eyes lost in the shadow cast on his face. Tyr, a strong, broad shouldered man, moved to stand behind Wintras, hands wrapping around, fingers sliding under the flat belly. Wintras drew in a sharp breath, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The prince was not quite as tall as Tyr, nor as broad shouldered, so Tyr framed the golden skinned Wintras perfectly.
    Zujan knew Tyr’s habits, the pet excelled at teasing, at driving another mad with long, slow touches. It quite warmed him. Wintras’ body betrayed him, cock quickly growing hard, reaching for Tyr’s hands. There were tears on Wintras’ cheeks when his eyes closed. Zujan watched the huge hands sliding over Wintras’ skin, so gentle, so sure. Wintras’ thighs were carefully parted, balls held in gentle fingers.
    Wintras began to tremble; Zujan wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t been looking so intensely, and the prince took a breath, a sound catching in his throat.
    “You’re quite beautiful in your need, my prince.” Zujan purred, hand sliding over his own body. Wintras’ eyes remained closed but a soft shudder moved through the golden body, the long, hard cock bobbing.
    “Are his nipples sensitive, Tyr?” He smiled as one hand slid up, pinching and rubbing. Wintras gasped, body jerking, another sob coming from the lovely prince.
    “Yes, my Lord. Quite sensitive.”
    “Oh, how lovely.” He smiled. “Do you think piercing them with jeweled rings counts as harming him, pet?”
    Wintras’ eyes flew open. “Yes!”
    Zujan chuckled, amused. “But think how you would look—jewels in your nipples, in the tip of your need, chains holding them joined.”
    “You are a monster.” Wintras looked horrified, though he noted the lovely erection had not faded.
    “Such accusations! Tyr, am I a monster?”
    “No, my Lord.”
    “Do I mistreat you?”
    “Never, my Lord.”
    Wintras drew himself very straight, but could not hide the tremors that moved through him at Tyr’s continuing touches. “You forget, Zujan that I am here under duress.”
    “No, prince. You are here by your own