Gannicus lost himself for am oment in the way the young man beneath him moved to meet each thrust, as eager to receive it as Gannicus was to give. More than once, though, he turned his head, looking toward Krem and his own conquest. He almost laughed the first time the young woman actually reached out, her hand sliding over his back.

He had to slow the fluid thrust of his hips for a moment, lest he push himself toward the edge too quickly. He spared a look to Krem, all desire and heat. "And what of you?" he breathed.