Wednesday, September 6, 2017

WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conscience



              Ospar ran his fingers from Jol’s chin to the hollow of his throat, discovering the steady pulse there. The guard’s skin was velvet over steel, hot to the touch.
              Meanwhile, Jol’s blue-violet eyes watched him with interest—but not enough heat to make Ospar feel he was doing anything for the man. He was supposed to be rewarding Jol, and here he was, tiptoeing around without a clue as to how to do that. It had been far too long since he’d tried to actually seduce someone.
              “By the ancestors,” he groaned.
              “What’s wrong? Am I not attractive to you?” Jol’s demeanor remained the same, but the crease between his brows deepened.
              “You’re attractive. You’ve got nothing to worry about there.” Was he ever. That might be part of the problem, Ospar realized. The man had to know how delicious he was to look at, to lust after.
              “Something’s wrong.”
              Ospar was going to have to fess up. Feeling pathetic, he admitted, “Don’t laugh, but—well, it’s been a while.”
              Jol didn’t laugh. “Too much work, not enough recreation?”
              “Unfortunately.” Ospar raked his fingers through his hair, feeling frustration on more than one level. “I’ve got so much to prove. Do you know I’m the youngest director of any Kalquorian mining company? Ever?”
              Jol combed his fingers through Ospar’s scalp, smoothing out the tangles he’d created. It was an innocent gesture, a platonic one, yet for some reason the consideration enlivened Ospar’s senses. He was abruptly aware of the other man on a more profound level.
              The Nobek’s deep voice was soft. “You’re under a lot of pressure. Is that why you’re such a jerk?”
              Ospar scowled, but there was hardly any real irritation behind it. Not when Jol treated him like a real person and not a responsibility he had to nursemaid. He complained anyway. “Oh thanks. Nothing like a little seductive patter to get a man in the mood.”
              Jol actually smiled at that, his even teeth bright in his dark face. Ospar’s stomach turned heavy to see how the expression elevated the Nobek from merely handsome to striking. A surge of interest filled his cocks, making him hard.
              Jol cupped his ass and pulled him close. Judging from the thick iron pressing against Ospar’s belly, he wasn’t the only one feeling the growing heat of the situation. The Dramok’s breathing went ragged as he felt the strength of the other man against his body.
              “I think I’m beginning to recall how this works,” he said, his tone thick.
              “Yeah?” Jol chuckled. “Then why don’t you shut up for a change and kiss me? Surely you can figure out how to do that much.”

Releasing Winter 2017

1 comment:

  1. Are you finished yet. You do realize you're more into torture than most of the guys in your books.

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