The kiss wouldn’t leave his mind all day. Padraig couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like he wanted to devour someone like that. With Marcus, the love had been there until the end, but the passion had petered out into something occasional, something… comfortable.
Seeing Kaos in his feminine clothing had made Padraig’s stomach clench, first with discomfort and then with something akin to slow-simmering desire. It wasn’t about the clothing, or the femininity or masculinity. It was all about Kaos himself.
And then he’d gotten the call and had to leave. Maybe it was better that way, because what had happened had been scary in its wildness.
That morning when he’d peeked into Kaos’s room and caught a glimpse of how lovely he and Hestia looked curled up together, Padraig had felt a rush
