Chapter 73: Back to training.

PERCHED ON THE rooftop platform, Nigel faced Pete. Damn, but the chap looked scrumptious. He’d never once considered his brothers as anything. They were Dagerstanteens, tall with blue skin and long limbs, yet he’d never found them sensual, appealing, or delectable. He never stared at his siblings, never lingered on his creator. But now, with Pete, Nigel found his gaze irrevocably drawn, unable to tear away.

The chap was bloody ...