Kiss Across Swords (Kiss Across Time Series) (22 page)

“You have to go after him. Now! He’s left tracks in the sand, it will be easy to find him. He can’t go all night. Go after him. He’s completely vulnerable now.”

Brody reached up and touched her wet cheek, leaving a smear of sand behind. “I don’t understand,” he said, sounding groggy.

Taylor crouched down next to him and grabbed his face. “He was going to mark you, Brody. A permanent bond. Somehow, I got him to pull back. I don’t know why or how, but I did. He’s wide open, now.”

Brody straightened up and got to one knee. “I’m missing something,” he said, his voice stronger. “We figured Veris didn’t want to be tied.”

“No
masters
,” Taylor emphasized. “But he sees what we have. You and I. He wants it. He wants
love
. A sense of belonging. It’s what drew him to you the first time. It’s what he tried to claim just then. Equality. It’s why he keeps questioning the way you treat me.” She hauled on him arm. “Come on. Go get him. Go.”

Brody got to his feet. “You’ll be all right?”

“I’ll be fine. Go!”

Brody turned and followed the tracks Veris had left behind.

* * * * *

Veris found himself coming to a halt about a quarter of a league from the camp. Not far enough away to lose sight of the glow of the campfires above the top of the dunes but distance enough that he could no longer hear the humans. From here he could indulge in the petty illusion that he was alone in the world, even for just a few moments. He closed his eyes and let the peace the silent stars and the desert usually imparted, but tonight that quietness of the soul wouldn’t wash over him.

“Will.”

He turned to face the man who followed him and sighed. “What is your real name?”

“Brody.”

“Is that what she, what Taylor calls you?”

“Yes.”

Veris pushed his hand through his hair. “I was going to mark you.”

“I know.”

“I was going to mark you and I didn’t even know your real name.”

Brody stepped closer. “You’re being influenced by forces you can barely perceive right now. All I can tell you is that they’re not evil. This all works out, Veris.”

“Good Mary, Mother of God, you even know my name. How long have you known my name?”

“About a thousand years.” Brody cupped his cheek.

Fear circled through him. The only thing keeping it from tearing him apart was the calm in Brody’s eyes. It was like looking at the stars. “I haven’t lived for a thousand years.” It was all he could think of to say.

“You will. A thousand years and more,” Brody replied.

Veris veered away from that. It was more future talk. “I was about to mark you and I saw her face. She was crying.
Real
tears. For you,” Veris said.

“Taylor understands about markings. She carries mine,” Brody said. His voice was calm. “She knows they’re instinctive. She also knows I was a slave once and how much I would hate to be owned by another in that way again.”

Veris stepped back, breaking contact with Brody’s hand. “She stood there and watched and she knew that? But there was such…” He could barely bring himself to say the word. “Her face was filled with love,” he said harshly. “She was glowing with it.”

Brody smiled. “She does glow when she watches us.”

Veris frowned. “What?”

Brody picked up Veris’ hand. “You’re not going to understand more than a little of this, Veris. You’re a salty old bear and Davina has made you inclined to be suspicious, prickly and quick to mistrust people. Worse, she’s made you think there’s no such thing as love left in the world when your whole soul is crying out for it. You’ve been wandering this earth for six hundred years looking for answers and she’s messed you up so bad you can’t bring yourself to reach out for the answers when they’re staring you in the face. That’s why you wanted to mark me. Your instincts know the way. Your intellect is stymieing you. You managed to see past her once. You managed to find happiness that time. I really need you to try again because I love you and I want you back.”

Veris’ heart creaked. He stared at Brody, trying to make sense of the idioms, the implications. He knew there was something huge here that he could see if only he could push aside a few veiling cloths covering his eyes and think.

Then he properly saw Brody’s face and expression. The love there.

It was an echo of the expression that had been on Taylor’s face.

Brody loved him. He really did. There was no artifice, no hidden meaning. It was a pure, simple emotion. Genuine. Heartfelt.

All Veris’ concern over the motives of this pair dropped away. Yes, there were still meanings and intentions to be unraveled. Mysteries to be explored—too many of them to enumerate. And delicious first occasions to be experienced.

From the tightening of his body, he knew one of them would be now.

“Kiss me,” Brody whispered.

Veris was willing to obey that order. It was simple enough. He pulled Brody closer and took his time to really kiss the man. Not in anger or haste. But to taste him properly. Teeth, tongue, lips.

Breath.

“You smell of her,” Veris accused. It was like a fine layer hovering over the surface of Brody’s skin. But still he wanted to do it again. He slid his tongue between Brody’s lips and at the same time breathed his scent and her aroma, mixed with the smell of horses, sweat and sand after a day under the sun.

He was growing hard just by that alone.

The kiss grew more frantic, more direct. But still there was no contact between them except for their mouths and their hands on each other’s bodies.

Brody loosened his sword belt.

“Here?” Veris breathed.

“Why not?” Brody asked reasonably.

Why not, indeed? Under the stars, with the sand providing a smooth, white, rolling carpet that gleamed dully in moonlight, far from anyone or anything but each other.

Brody’s sword dropped to the sand almost silently, the sand muffling the impact. His hands immediately began to work on his tunic belt. He wasn’t hurrying, but he wasn’t stopping.

Veris’ excitement kicked up a notch. He dropped his hands to his own scratched and worn buckles. They came loose as they always did, as he had unbuckled them a thousand times before, but this time his hands shook.

His sword and belt dropped to the sand.

The night wind caught at his tunic, now it was loosened, and lifted it away from his hauberk.

Through all this, Brody’s mouth stayed in contact with his own.

When Brody removed his tunic and hauberk and undershirt, all in one swift overhead shrug, dumping them on the sand in an inelegant pile, he turned back to Veris quickly. His hand curled around the back of Veris’ head and brought his mouth back to Brody’s like he regretted the loss of contact.

Brody stripped the rest of his clothing without breaking contact again, then reached for Veris’ tunic. “Let me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Veris’ mouth. He was breathing hard.

Veris could feel the tension in his own body, the tightness of the impending release. This was beyond anything he had experienced in more years than he cared to recall. He was almost afraid of the coming climax. He nodded, trying to control his runaway heartbeat, astonished at the level of excitement that something as simple as being undressed produced in him.

Brody stripped him, a layer at a time, taking his time. He turned it into a feast of sensuality and by the time he was done, Veris was trembling so badly, he could barely stand. His cock was jutting into the night air, throbbing with need.

Brody, his own cock thick and upright, ran his finger along the length of Veris’, making Veris moan in desperate need.

Brody smiled at the sound and lowered himself to his knees in front of Veris.

That stole what little breath Veris had left. He exhaled with a shudder as Brody smoothed his hands up Veris’ thighs. A hand curled around his balls and cupped them. The gentle pressure was heavenly, but was eclipsed by the touch of Brody’s lips around his cock. They bumped over the ridge of flesh at the tip, then slid like a hard, gentle band around his shaft, farther and farther and impossibly farther, before drawing back up. As they came back toward the head once more, Brody drew his tongue like a pointed digit over the underside of the ridge of flesh, flicking at it.

Veris’ hips jerked hard and the cry erupted from him as he drove his fingers into Brody’s hair in a desperate need to strive for the peak that was suddenly upon him
now
. Never had he been pushed so fast, with such precision.

Brody gripped the base of Veris’ cock and worked his mouth over the head, giving Veris exactly what he needed.

Veris exploded in a hard stream of cum that seemed to work its way up from deep inside his toes, drawing everything from his belly, his balls, his essence.

Brody took it all, to the last drop.

When he released him, Veris sank to his knees. It put them very nearly at the same level. His chest rose and fell still. “You’re laughing at me?” he asked Brody, for the man wore a small smile.

Brody shook his head. “I enjoyed that. It was… In an odd way it seemed like the first time.”

Veris shook his head. “You must stop doing that.”

“Enjoying it?”

“Talking about a future I don’t know.”

Brody sobered a little. “If you insist. It could be difficult, though.”

“Why?”

“I have no past here to speak of.”

Veris took a few seconds to unravel that. Then he felt laughter squeeze his chest. “You jest. Surely. If you have no past here, then you mean you are from…”

Brody nodded. “The future.” He smiled a little. “Yours, actually.”

You will live a thousand years and more.

Veris’ heart thudded. “What future do you come from? What year? How old are you now?”

“You already know how old I am,” Brody reminded him, with a grin. “I gave you my birth year when we first met.”

Veris knew Brody had avoided the question deliberately. “So…the subjective details, but not the general.”

Brody nodded. “We think it’s safer that way.”

‘“We’?”

“Taylor, me…and you.”

Again, his heart hammered hard. Brody seemed so sincere, kneeling there in the moonlight. That was the problem. So Veris pushed on Brody’s shoulder until the man was sitting back on his heels. Brody, despite being leaner and shorter, was still solid and thick with muscle. It took effort to move him.

Veris pushed Brody onto his back on the white sand. “I would give an eye tooth for a vial of oil so I could have my way with you properly,” he told Brody. “But that will have to wait for the next time.”

“I’m glad you think there’ll be a next time,” Brody replied.

Veris hesitated. “You did not go to all this effort for a single dalliance,” he said finally.

Brody made an impatient sound. “
No,
Veris. I was expressing appreciation.” He pulled him onto his chest with an impatient sound. “Who wounded you so much you lost your confidence this way? The man I know would never have questioned me about a next time. He would have assumed it was his God-given right.”

Veris tried to pull away, but Brody was strong. Stronger than Veris expected, and on this matter he seemed to be determined to take issue. Veris shrugged. “I of course do not understand this. It is future related.”

Brody shook his head. “Bullshit.”

The word made Veris blink. He wasn’t entirely certain what it meant, but the force that Brody delivered it with gave him a good general idea.

“This is Davina related,” Brody added. “And something before that or Davina would have been resolved back in France even before the crusade started.”

Terror seemed to swamp Veris in one black cloud. He tried to tear away from Brody as it grabbed at his throat, but he was in the wrong position and had no leverage. Brody hung on, his arms like iron bands around him, until Veris lay quietly against his chest.

“You wanted to kill Davina in Normandy, before the crusade started,” Brody murmured. “And by rights, you should have. Something stopped you this time. Something in your past changed.”