Like having Sorin’s fist around his cock, and Sorin’s cock inside his body.
Pleasure squared.
“The redhead is a witch,” the once Eagle King pronounced.
“I concur.”
“The queen is a bitch.”
Ere barked a surprised laugh.
Oh, how he loved Sorin’s succinctness!
“Indeed,” he sputtered when he somewhat calmed himself, though snickers still spilled out.
“What is it about evil women?” he asked rhetorically. “All of the most socio-psychopathic, Machiavellian villains I’ve had the utmost displeasure to know have been female.”
He shuddered in memory of Medusa and Lilith.
“Women are smarter and more vindictive,” Sorin summarized matter-of-factly, no judgement in his voice.
Ere considered this.
“You might be onto something. When you wrong a woman, they want to make you suffer, whereas men would just rip your head off and be done with it.”
Sorin grunted in agreement.
“Okay, so the queen bitch,” Ere got back on topic. “It seemed like she had all the power. Poor Arthur was a lame duck. So disappointing.”
“He was there but not there,” Sorin noted.
“Yes, like the soulless machines that Medusa and Lilith made out of the Pure and Dark warriors they captured.”
“It’s a spell.”
“That’s my guess as well. But I didn’t get the sense that Guinevere was a sorceress, did you? I mean, I could feel the tendrils of supernatural power from Morgan Le Fay, even as she stood so far away on that stage, but I got nothing from Guinevere.”
Sorin was silent for a few moments.
Ere didn’t rush to fill in the blanks. He knew that his Mate was thinking. Sorin was one of the most intuitive people he knew.
“She is using an amulet,” his Mate deduced finally.
Ere mulled that over and nodded.
“That makes sense. Mortals often channeled powers they didn’t understand and couldn’t possess through external objects. Especially before the scientific revolution.”
Sorin tightened his arm around Ere’s waist to focus his attention on his next words.
“We are not here to untangle that mystery.”
“But—”
“We are not here to change history.”
Ere twisted around until he could look Sorin in the eye.
“What if we are? It can’t be a coincidence that we’re sent intotheArthurian legends. The real deal. The one nobody knows, as there are no written records for these two hundred years during the Dark Ages. You know as well as I do that there are no coincidences in life. We are here for a reason.”