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.Raynard considered the statement. Broadly speaking they were right the avian version.Your body s preparing itself to be able to morph properly.Ori nodded.Raynard pushed the tea he d bought the other man a little closer to the fledgling. Thank you, sir. Ori wrapped his hands around the mug. Did any of the families know their foster son is a shifter?Ori stared at his tea. The Greens were the last family I stayed with, sir.They encouragedme to find out one way or another. There were a lot of families?Ori nodded, his eyes never leaving his tea. Seven altogether, sir.I& I wasn t very good atfitting in. He blew gently on the surface of the liquid before taking a sip. I don t know if it sbecause I m not really& Maybe it was just me& He forced a smile. The clumsiness didn t help& There was always something that would break, then I knew it wouldn t be long before thesocial workers would be sent for, to take me back.There was a wistful tone in his voice that clawed at something inside Raynard.Ori didn tsay anything else as they finished their drinks.The hawk wasn t sure what to say either.Finally hestood up and it was impossible to let the silence linger any longer between them. Come on,fledgling.Time to go home.Ori smiled up at him, as if he d somehow chanced to say the perfect thing.Raynardruffled his hair as he stepped past him.For the first time, Ori didn t flinch at all at the sight of araised hand.As he made his way out to the car, the hawk found himself feeling rather pleased withhimself as well as his submissive.Chapter FiveOri took a slow step back, away from the huge window.He knew he d already lingered inthe attic room for far too long as it was.Raynard had given him permission to go down into themain part of the house, and he d been under the hawk s protection more than long enough toknow that permissions and orders were merely the two sides of the same coin.He should have gone back to the library an hour or more ago, but somehow, he couldn tquite bring himself to leave the shadowy little attic space.His gaze went back to the sky.Every sooften, he saw a brown dot that just might have been his master, circling high above the house.Stretching his wings, the hawk called it.Ori took a deep breath and let it out very slowly.He knew what kind of mood stretching his wings put his master in.He d be inclined to teasewhen he finally arrived back and sought out his submissive.When he came storming into the room, Raynard would call him to sit at his feet and readto him.And with every word he said, Ori knew he d only get more and more nervous, more andmore desperate for the other man to want them to do more than merely sit.But his master wouldstill make him wait until he was given permission to come closer, to set the book aside and find abetter use for his mouth than reading aloud.For a moment, Ori turned away from the window, but a second later, he lookedhelplessly back through it.It had been several lifetimes since his master had decided his fledglingdidn t have permission to come via his own hand, and in that moment, Ori felt every second ofthat time pressing down on him.Part of him was aware that it had probably been far less than a month since he d come,but it was impossible for him to be certain.He wasn t entirely sure what date he d been brought to his master s house, what date he dbeen given his collar, or even what day it was that day.Living with Raynard had a simple rhythmto it.Dates weren t important when everything was able to revolve seamlessly around his masterleaving the house and coming home, when everything could be decided by what Raynard wasdoing and how Ori might best please his master at any given moment.He smiled joyously into the evening air as his hand crept up to stroke his collar.It was agood way to live a life.Pulling himself away from the window, he finally forced himself to leavethe room.Down in the library, he d barely picked up a book and lowered himself to his habitualplace on the hearth rug when he heard a footfall on the stairs.As usual after his flight, his masterhadn t bothered with inconvenient human things like clothes.Raynard strode into the room, asnaked as Ori maybe even more so, since no collar decorated his skin.The younger man stared across at him, as mesmerized by the older man as ever. Good book, fledgling?Ori swallowed, but he couldn t even tear his eyes away from his master for long enough toglance at the title.Raynard s usually immaculate hair was disordered, windblown and wild after his flight.But what caught Ori s attention was the look in his master s eye something truly feral flashedthere in a way it never had before.Instead of moving to his favorite chair, Raynard flung himself carelessly on one end of theleather sofa set opposite the fire, all long limbs and perfect lines of muscle. Answer your master squestion, he snapped.The book& Ori managed to look down at it. It s one I ve read before, sir, he stutteredout.Raynard s eyes narrowed, his attention focused in on his submissive in the same way atrue bird of prey might stare down at some small, furry animal scurrying around in theundergrowth or perhaps at some scared little duckling, sitting vulnerable on the edge of thelakeside. Come here.Ori stood up. Leave the book.Crouching down, Ori set the volume carefully on the rug before stepping forward.There was a cushion set on the floor by the side of his master s usual chair.No similarlevel of comfort existed next to the sofa.Ori lowered himself to the bare floorboards.His kneeshad barely touched the well-polished wood before Raynard spoke again. No, up here.Ori looked to his master.The hawk s expression was still unreadable.All Ori could dowhen his master was like that, was obey and hope his obedience pleased the other man in somesmall way.He sat on the edge of the sofa, not sure what to do with himself, not sure for whatexact purpose the older man had suddenly invited him to share the same piece of furniture.When Raynard s fingers slid into Ori s hair and pulled him forward, all the submissive sdoubts vanished.As the other man guided his head down toward his lap, Ori licked his lips, readyto wrap them around his master s shaft.The grip Raynard had on his hair wasn t painful, but it was firm.He was going whereverhis master took him and suddenly Ori found his face turned toward his master s stomach ratherthan his cock.Bent over in an awkward position, Ori hesitated, putting his hands out and trying tosteady himself.He tried to look up at his master and gauge what the other man was trying to dowith him, but the angle made it impossible to see Raynard s expression. Pull your feet up.Ori clumsily obeyed until he found himself lying on the sofa, his head resting chastelyagainst his master s body.Raynard took his hand out of Ori s hair.When the younger man wouldhave moved, a sharp little tap on his backside stopped him short.The duckling turned his head just far enough to be able to look up at his master.Raynard stared back down at him.Lack of permission to move was the same as an orderto stay still
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