WIP Wednesday - Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conscience

Rivek proved himself to be as salacious as ever as he contemplated the offer. “Stay in your home until the end of the election. Several weeks of your nightly company. In your bed. I can’t say I wouldn’t appreciate the perks, though I don’t agree that I need a bodyguard.” He straightened and nodded. “I’ll say yes to your proposal—on one condition.”

              Jol’s hair rose at the way Rivek looked him over. Only the ancestors knew what the man had in mind, but the Nobek was willing to bet it would be erotic as hell. He swallowed. “What are your terms?”

              “That you audition some of those ‘entertainments’ right now.” To underscore what he meant, Rivek stroked himself through his robes.

              The sight brought Jol’s shafts to raging erection. He was angry at the threat to Rivek, and anger added potency to a Nobek’s sexual excitement. Jol was no exception to his breed when it came to that. He filled with a rush of heat that made his lengths full with eagerness.

              Rivek grinned, as if he intuited what was happening to Jol. “Do you see something you want? I know I do. Come here and let me play with you.”

              Jol didn’t require a second invitation. He was before Rivek, his front plastered to the Imdiko’s, in less than a second. The priest’s mouth warmed his. The slide of his raspy tongue and the wet warmth consumed Jol.

              Better still, Rivek was rough and demanding, grabbing Jol, stroking him through his trousers with exacting strength. Being handled in such a manner excited the Nobek. It was a challenge to battle, with the winner taking all he wanted from his opponent.

              Before he could assemble his own sensual assault, somebody pressed against his back. He jerked and started to turn from Rivek, readying to take on both him and Ospar.

              Rivek’s grip on his groin strengthened, stopping him short. It grew hurtful enough to jolt the Nobek’s undivided attention to him. Rivek smiled, but his voice possessed no compromise. “No.”

              Jol’s gaze narrowed at the priest. He growled a warning.

              Instead of relenting, Rivek tightened his hold, sending painful pressure through his eager cocks. At the same instant, Ospar spoke in Jol’s ear. “No, my Nobek. Be still.”

              Ospar rarely played the Dramok card on Jol. He tended to fight fair, to the point of being easygoing as far as having sex was concerned. He seemed to recognize when Jol needed to be on top and either let him have his way, or played him in such a manner that Jol only later realized Ospar had been managing the entire encounter. That ability to meet Jol’s varied urges was one of the things the Nobek adored about his clan leader.

              On this occasion, however, the command in Ospar’s tone was unmistakable. Delivered quietly, it nonetheless sliced through Jol’s will like a taming whip. He froze in place, his eyes wide and startled.

              The other two took quick advantage of his confused and aroused state. Their hands were all over him, tugging his clothes off, baring him to fingers, lips, tongues, teeth. Attuned with every nerve ending, each touch felt as if it landed on his avid shafts. Hot, swollen, they jerked in Rivek’s insistent grip as he fondled them with harsh assertion.

              Eagerness overcame the Nobek from time to time. The urge to struggle for dominance rose as Ospar and Rivek’s attentions stung and enthralled, pained and delighted him. Ospar’s continued demands he accept their control held Jol in place.

              Fear of what he was capable of also held him in check. Neither of his lovers were trained to fight. They were no match for a Nobek of his abilities, not even together. He could have knocked Ospar down and fucked him while fending Rivek off.

              He could hurt them though. Too easily. The terror of doing so kept him from battling for the supremacy they were bent on claiming. They were for him to protect, not harm. Remembering the first night he’d had sex with Ospar, coming close to doing damage because his primal instincts had been set off, drove him to obey their dictates.

              I will not harm them. Not these men. Never again.

              While Jol tried to command his reeling senses, Rivek pulled on his sexes, as if to drag him to the floor. “Hands and knees. Get down there.”

              When Jol hesitated, Ospar used the tone that demanded obedience. “Now, Nobek.”

              Obey and keep them safe. Nothing else matters.

              Jol crouched on all fours, his protective nature winning out—for the moment. Ospar knelt behind him, his erections slipping along the crack of his ass. Readying to mount him. Claim him. Top him. Jol’s alpha instincts decided they hadn’t made up their mind to surrender in the least. He growled and started to turn to confront the Dramok.

              Rivek was down beside him in a flash, his strong hands on Jol’s cocks once more. He squeezed a warning. “No.”

              One little word, wielded with almost the same power as Ospar. Enough power with the potential damage Rivek could deliver using that unmerciful grip. Jol looked into the Imdiko’s eyes and saw the resolve there. He shuddered. He relented. Beaten fairly, the last vestige of Jol’s readiness to wrestle retreated.

              He was theirs, without a single twinge of regret.

Releasing November 17, 2017