- In Pain and Blood
It wasn't meant to be like this.
Dylan's life in the spellster tower has everything he should want: magical knowledge, safety from the King's Hounds and frequent clandestine affairs with women. All at the cost of his freedom. So when the chance to leave the tower—even as a leashed weapon for the King's Army—arises, he seizes it.
When his first scouting mission goes awry, Dylan is left alone in a hostile world with the tower a distant beacon of safety. Only the flirtatious Tracker, an elven man whose very presence awakens Dylan's long-repressed desire, can help him return to his old life before the crown discovers his unleashed status.
But the risk of being branded a deserter may be the least of his concerns as whispers of an armed presence in the North threatens his home. Dylan must rely on Tracker to protect him even as everything he thought he knew begins to unravel around them.
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Pairings: FFM, MF, MM
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Pansexual, Polyamorous
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Coming Out / Closeted, Enemies to Lovers, Everyone is Queer, Find Love and Come Out, First Time, Hurt / Comfort, Out for You, Slow Burning Love
Word Count: 309000
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Dylan covertly watched the hound as Tracker washed his hair, unable to keep his gaze from travelling down the man's body. It had to be the tattoos that kept catching his eye. The elf's right bicep was banded by a faded interlacing weave of elven design, whereas his left bore the angular elven tribal design of a snake weaving through a splay of what looked to be a Demarn leaf-like motif, both the snake's head and the pattern extending across the man's shoulder to his chest.READ MORE
An array of dots and lines scrolled down the man's right side, following the musculature, tempting his gaze into trailing them to the end. Scars criss-crossed a number of the tattoos, marring some of them beyond recognition. Others reminded him of fire, like the delicate, almost sketchy, bloom of what looked to be a bird at the man's left hip, its head pridefully arched up the man's side framed by flaming wings. Dylan's gaze travelled down to the bird's long tail feathers, which were splayed wide to curl around the hound's thigh.
"Keep looking at me like that and a man could get ideas."COLLAPSE