The Nobek loomed over him, his shirt hanging open to display the
strong, scarred chest that Joseph couldn’t help but run his hands all over. As
he did so, Almon returned the favor and then some, his heavy paws rubbing his
shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, thighs. “My sweet little man,” he growled.
Their eyes met and
they stopped moving at the same second, as if obeying some silent signal.
Joseph wasn’t sure he breathed in that instant. All the universe was Almon. His
sight filled with the powerful warrior. The cinnamon-y aroma of Kalquorian
arousal permeated the air he breathed, and he yearned for the taste he knew was
his for the asking. The feeling of the other’s touch on him, the anticipation
of that body against his, of the other’s manhood driving into him—Almon was his
world. He was all that mattered.
The Nobek saw the
adoration. His mighty voice rumbled. “Thank you.”
Not breaking his
gaze, Joseph shook his head. “No, thank you. For saving me. And I don’t just
mean from that maniac. You gave me the life I thought I could never have.
Almon, you are my life.”
“You know what I
would tell you, if it weren’t an insult to do so.”
I love you.
“I know.”
Releasing November 19 (pre-order not available).
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