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They would have a marvelous time; he’d see to it. With a week to prepare, a nd time to warn Silas that they were coming, everything should be in place for a night of enchantment that not one of the Brotherhood would ever forget. Gladdened to his very marrow, Liam lifted his glass of wine and drank deep. To life, to health, and to sex! He could hardly wait for the night to come. Page No 37 The Brotherhood: Amour Magique 31 Chapter Four The music had changed. That was the first thing Liam noticed as he entere d Amour Magique the following night, a Saturday. The strains of an Elven ballad, an cient and achingly poignant, filled the air. Pale lights of pastel shades dotted the floor, softeni ng the inhuman, sometimes frightening features of the dancers who had shed their human disg uises for the time being. A Freak night, indeed. Liam stood at the doors and inhaled deepl y of all the otherworldly scents filling the place, letting the music wash over him in a pu rifying tide. Beautiful, he thought as he felt his cock, ever ready for the mood and moment , stir to life. If it is half this glorious when I bring my Brotherhood next week, i will truly be all I have promised them. t No longer reminding him of a writhing, thrashing body with a thumping hear tbeat, the club seemed now as soothing as a womb, cradling its occupants with gentle warmth. The sensuality filling the air was one of soft, soothing caresses and long, deft sweeps down
warmed skin. The weaving of the music put him in mind of ocean waves, rus hing in and out, flowing over his body as it rested in place on a sandy mound. Liam sighed, deeply contented. Page No 38 32 Willa Okati The song ended, the lights sparkled in a sudden chaotic whirl, and a sprightl ier rhythm began. Still Elven, but one meant to celebrate life instead of savoring it like a fine wine. Laughing to himself, Liam walked down the steps into the heart of Amour. Th is too is fine -- very fine! He inserted himself into a crowd of dancers, faeries and elves an d mages, favoring them with his best smile as they parted to let him in. Celebrate, he thought happily, seizing the waistband of one young blond ma ge and pulling him in for a closer dance. Let us celebrate and sanctify the weekend n ight that is to come. The mage grinned at him as if he could read Liam’s thoughts. Perhaps he could, though it would take one with great power to do so. He could feel the energy roiling in the mage’s body. Feel his need to be taken, fucked, sucked, and worshiped unti l the dawn broke over Charleston’s streets and he returned to his normal life. “Let me favor you,” Liam whispered, moving in to press a kiss beneath the c orner of the mage’s jaw. “You know what I am?” The mage stroked Liam’s arms, his back. Their pelvises rocked together to t he beat of the music, growing ever more heated. “I do,” the mage said. “Nathan. My n ame is Nathan.

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