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A torrid encounter
* * * *
They were barely in the door of Conyod’s small apartment
when Sletran pulled him into his arms and kissed him. It was a searching, deep
kiss, the kiss Conyod had dreamed of for years.
He clung to the Nobek, his hands moving over the back of
Sletran’s casual shirt, a shirt that would have hung loose on any other man but
this incredibly built warrior. He felt the muscles flex beneath the fabric as
Sletran also explored. Their mouths moved in concert, and their tongues twined.
Every stroke sent electricity buzzing through Conyod. He
sensed the world turning, turning, turning…then realized Sletran was moving him
across the floor, prodding him toward the greeting space’s small lounger.
Conyod pulled his tingling lips free. “Sleeping room?”
“Later. After staring at you all night, I can’t wait.”
Sletran tugged Conyod’s shirt off, tossed it aside, and
paused to examine him. He grabbed the smaller man by the waist and pulled him
close again. His palms ran over Conyod’s ass. “Ancestors, you’re beautiful. Are
you sure you’re Imdiko Conyod, son of Clan Tuher?”
“I hope so. They keep insisting I come to their ranch for
dinner so they can boss me around.”
Sletran barked a laugh before devouring him in another heady
kiss, squeezing his ass as he did so. Conyod moaned and yielded to a rush of
lust, sucking on the tongue plundering his mouth.
The next instant, he was flat on his back on the lounger.
Sletran was a blur. Conyod’s shoes flew across the small room, landing in the
corner. His pants were gone too. The Nobek hung over him, his greedy gaze
raking him.
Aroused, Sletran had a stare that could burn. Conyod swore
it was lighting him on fire. He reached for the larger man.
His wrists were abruptly pinned over his head. Sletran
grinned as he traced the fingers of his free hand down Conyod’s torso and
further, barely skimming the larger of the Imdiko’s livid pair of cocks. He
licked the wetness from his fingertips. “You grew big and strong. Do you think
you could take me in a fight for dominance?”
It was an aroused Nobek response, the urge to fight then
fuck. Conyod knew he didn’t have a chance against the battle-trained soldier.
“Maybe when you’re asleep and I have a huge stick to whack you with.”
Sletran laughed, humor taking the edge of bestial need from
his features. “Ah hell, Conyod. I’m glad I went against what I thought was my
better judgment and agreed to meet you today. Seriously though, am I taking
advantage? Do you finally see me as just a guy who helped a kid one day instead
of some ridiculous hero you built too big in your mind?”
“You are my hero. I particularly like the ridiculous side of
you.” Conyod snickered. “Heroes don’t usually admit to such flaws, so it makes
you even better.”
Sletran’s eyes narrowed. Protest was written on his strong
face. “You need to quit the hero worship.”
“Okay. I promise to worship only your body for the next
hour. I’d be able to do so properly if you’d strip…hint, hint, hint.”
Sletran cracked up again. “You’ve become funny in the last
few years. Definitely not angsty. Hell, who am I kidding? You’re gorgeous,
you’re a grown-ass man, and I’m going to fuck you. Why put off today what I can
regret tomorrow?”
Conyod’s gut tightened. “I hope you won’t regret this.”
“I doubt I will, but you might, having put me on such a high
pedestal.”
Before Conyod could respond, Sletran grabbed his primary and
stroked. At the same instant, he kissed him with fierce demand. Conyod writhed
in response, his hips rising and falling in rhythm to the experienced movements
of his companion’s hand.
He’d enjoyed a few lovers. An unclanned Imdiko his age had
no shortage of Dramoks and Nobeks eager to prove themselves in bed. None of
them compared to Sletran, though he’d done so little thus far.
He was Sletran, and he was more than enough.
When the Nobek had aroused Conyod to the point he was
struggling to escape the warrior’s grip…he was desperate to tear his clothes
off to see and touch what he’d dreamed of for years…Sletran released his larger
cock. His smile was mocking and hungry at once, an expression exciting and
anxiety-provoking.
Conyod was too stirred to bow to the warnings in his head
begging him to not goad an aroused Nobek. Sletran was indeed excited. It was in
the darkness of his eyes, the hint of fangs peeking between his lips, the
swollen crotch of his trousers, and the spicy scent of a Kalquorian man’s lust
joining Conyod’s.
“Don’t stop,” the Imdiko whispered, straining toward him.
Sletran continued to stare at him. He slowly, deliberately,
licked the wetness from his fingers, which had so recently been stroking
Conyod’s primary.
“You taste lovely, Imdiko. You feel good. So wet and hard.
So hungry for attention. I just have to figure out what I want to do with you
first.”
“Anything.”
“Really?” Sletran swooped to deliver a kiss to Conyod’s
nipple. His lips tightened around it and sucked gently. He licked next, his
coarse tongue rough. Conyod gasped at the spike of pure arousal beelining from
his chest to his jerking shafts.
Then Sletran bit. A jolt of pain joined the exciting heat
building in the younger man’s groin. His cocks throbbed. Conyod writhed and
groaned. “Yes!”
“You are grown up.” Sletran kissed and licked a path to the
other nipple. His teeth closed on the dark circle.
Conyod’s ass bounced on the lounger’s cushions as torment
and lust tore through him at the Nobek’s bite. “Fuck!”
Sletran snickered and growled at once. He sucked his nipple
and bit again.
It was too much. Conyod had claimed he couldn’t best Sletran
in a fight for dominance, hadn’t imagined doing so, but carnal hunger overtook
him. His lover must have thought he’d totally surrendered. When Conyod yanked,
his wrists broke free of Sletran’s grip.
He wasn’t as fast as a battle-hardened Nobek, but one who
was taken by surprise was slower to react. Conyod managed to shove him off and
pull Sletran’s shirt open to display a chest chiseled within an inch of its
life before the Nobek responded.
Sletran made up for his lapse. The world swirled around
Conyod. He was abruptly on his stomach, his face buried in the velvety seat
cushion. Sletran’s weight held him pinned. The Nobek swept his long, heavy hair
aside, baring the side and back of his neck.
Conyod discerned what was happening an instant before his
lover’s fangs sank in the thick muscle joining his neck to his shoulder. He
bucked, but the fight was finished. Sletran had him.
Warmth flowed through his veins, or perhaps it was Conyod’s
imagination. Real or not, he knew the Nobek’s venom was filling him, racing
toward his brain, where it would render him more vulnerable than if Sletran had
tied him down.
Kalquorian venom affected various species differently. It
was deadly poison to Bi’isils, was harmless but burned like acid when used on
Adrafs, sent Plasians into a deep sleep, and set off hallucinations for
Beonids. Only Joshadans suffered no effects, ill or good, from Kalquorian
bites.
When a Kalquorian bit one of its kind, it rendered the
victim susceptible to the biter’s commands. It was the rare Kalquorian who
could resist the intoxicating pull of his attacker’s orders, no matter how he
fought to maintain control.
Conyod wasn’t among the rare. When Sletran released the bite
and said, “Don’t move,” the command soaked into his consciousness. He didn’t
budge when the Nobek’s weight lifted off him. He felt the other man kneeling
over his legs, his knees on either side of Conyod’s.
“Naughty Imdiko.” There was no reprisal in Sletran’s tone.
In fact, he sounded as if he were gloating. “Trying to take control? I’ll have
to teach you a lesson.”
He rubbed Conyod’s buttocks, a firm massage to both cheeks.
The helpless man groaned, his trapped sexes shoving at the cushion beneath him.
Sletran’s calloused touch was amazing. When his thumb brushed Conyod’s hole,
passion flooded him. His instinct was to jerk, but the order to stay still kept
him from doing so.
“Yes. Discipline must be given and taught. Fortunately…or
perhaps not…I’m a stern taskmaster. If you’re less than an avid pupil, it’ll
soon change.”
While he spoke, he continued to rub, occasionally tracing
Conyod’s entrance. His deep voice, growing breathy in anticipation, delivered
words the Imdiko took little notice of. Conyod’s entire being focused on the
exhilarating touch. He was wholly unready when the first slap sent fire blazing
across his ass.
Conyod yelped and twitched, but Sletran’s command to remain
in place meant he stayed exactly where he was.
“All grown up.” A second blistering smack brought a stronger
yell. “It’s probably been ages since you’ve had a proper spanking.” Whack.
“Good thing I’m here to remind you—” another strike “—how a young man is
supposed to behave—” smack “—in the company of his elders.”
Conyod squalled as his ass turned into an inferno. He was
aware of how the heat sank deep in his flesh, seeping into his cocks, which
grew fuller and fatter beneath him.
He’d had disciplinary encounters with lovers in the past.
He’d enjoyed them as part of sensual play, but this was the first time he had
reason to worry he might actually come from erotic punishment. Every blow of
Sletran’s open palm was as heady as a firm stroke of his hand on Conyod’s cock.
How pathetic would it look if he climaxed all over his
lounger, like a teenage boy having his first sexual encounter? Conyod didn’t
want Sletran to think him an inexperienced neophyte.
He tried to concentrate on the pain rather than pleasure,
but an endorphin rush had kicked in. All he felt was the incredible heat of the
spanking, which enticed rather than discouraged excitement. The fact it was
Sletran dealing discipline, enjoying him as a man, heightened his eagerness.
His cries had transmuted from shouts of hurt to cries of
anticipation and moans of delight. His shafts grew more sensitive, keenly
feeling the velvety brush of the lounger. He would definitely come if Sletran
swatted his ass much longer.
In the swirl of elated confusion fogging his brain, Conyod
found a single word. He seized on it, unable to determine if it would help him
or make the situation worse. Either way, it was all he had.
“Please!”
Sletran’s growl answered, accompanied by another smack.
“That’s it. Beg me. Tell me you’re naughty.”
Conyod panted as the heat of the spanking made the heaviness
in his secondary molten. “Nau-naughty,” he groaned, snatching at the word his
tormentor had provided.
“Yeah. Now say you’re sorry.” The bigger man’s hand rained
delicious torment on Conyod’s vulnerable ass.
“S-sorry.” The liquid heat was climbing his smaller cock,
inching an inexorable trail toward its twin.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Fuck me!” Though he’d most assuredly lose it if Sletran did
at that moment. Conyod couldn’t tell him so, however. He could only repeat the
words he was given as he fought the increasing tide of bliss pushing to his
primary.
“Mmm, sounds good. Say it again. Say, ‘fuck me, Sletran.’”
The palm kept clapping his ass cheeks in turn.
“Fuck me, Sletran!” Conyod screamed the words in
desperation. He was on the brink.
The steady slapping sounds ceased. Sletran rubbed Conyod’s
ass, massaging the heat of discipline deep. The Imdiko groaned, impending
climax throbbing his shafts, their excitement fed by the pain that was pure
pleasure.
“Put your delicious ass in the air. Legs spread. Offer
yourself to me.”
Conyod wouldn’t have needed the venom spurring him to obey.
He was in the excitingly submissive position before Sletran finished talking,
his thighs trembling as they splayed wide.
“That’s it. So beautiful. Look at this hungry little hole,
waiting for me to fill it. To fuck it and shoot it full of my cum.”
The sound of the Nobek’s crotch seam purring open made
Conyod’s shafts jerk. He’d probably come himself the instant Sletran shoved in.
It would be embarrassing, but all he could think of was how he ached for it.
Sletran’s legs, still clad in trousers, wedged between his.
The man Conyod had loved for years was about to fuck him. It was an exquisitely
erotic moment.
Something hot and slick poked his entrance. Conyod
shuddered. His lover felt big. Sletran hadn’t prepared him, hadn’t stretched
his tight hole before laying claim.
His tapered tip eased in a couple of inches. Eased out. In
again, a little further. Retreated. In, and this time the Nobek’s larger
primary slid along the crevice of his crack. Sletran was invading using the
smaller secondary. For all his rough play and harsh demands, he was being
careful with Conyod.
Calloused palms spread his burning ass cheeks. “I love
seeing this. My cock filling your hole while you moan beneath me. I’m so
fucking glad you grew up the way you have. So glad.”
Conyod tried to say he was glad too, but it was at that
moment Sletran’s shaft slid along his prostate. A jolt of purest pleasure
barreled through him, and his cry was an incoherent babble. For a second, he
thought he’d come then and there, but Sletran stilled. The surge of heat
paused, then retreated.
“Mmm, yeah, clench my cock. Let me feel and hear how you
want it. How much you need it.”
He pushed deeper, and heat surged anew. Conyod sobbed his
name. He’d imagined this moment for years, had fantasized it was Sletran when
he’d slept with others, but he’d never hoped it could be this incredible. It
was as if he’d been created for this man, and this man alone.
Sletran’s groin snugged up to his ass, pressing the entirety
of his secondary in Conyod. “Good and tight, you beautiful man. You’re going to
fuck my cock now. You’ll fuck it, and I’ll watch.”
“Yes,” Conyod managed.
The Nobek moved until only his tip remained in. He swatted
Conyod’s ass. “Do it, gorgeous. Fuck me.”
Conyod was eager to obey. He rocked backward, enclosing
Sletran’s shaft to the hilt. Forward, shivering at the delicious thrill of his
lover’s girth rubbing his hotspot. Back again, groaning his gratitude.
“Oh yeah. Swallow my cock. So fucking good!”
Conyod moved faster, clenching his ass for Sletran’s
pleasure, which meant more to him than his own. He would have continued for the
entire night, ignoring his own clamoring urges, had Sletran commanded it.
He gloried in his long-awaited lover’s groans and sighs of
bliss, in how he clenched Conyod’s ass, then his hips. Sletran began to thrust,
meeting Conyod’s backswings so their flesh met in meaty smacks. Their gasps and
grunts were bestial, the ancient primitive song of men fucking hard.
Sletran abruptly pulled free, leaving Conyod achingly empty.
The Imdiko began to cry out from loss, but a thicker invader took the
secondary’s place. Sletran yanked Conyod’s hips, driving at the same instant to
fill him with merciless lust. Conyod shouted at the exciting clamor of mingled
pain and rapture as he was taken.
“Fuck!” Sletran shouted. “Don’t come yet, Conyod. Hold
on…just…wait until after…I want to…”
Whatever it was he wished to do was lost in an animal growl.
He rutted like a man gone mad, the noises he made telling the Imdiko he was
closing in on the end.
Conyod was also racing for the finish line, passion fed by
the constant friction against his prostate. In desperation, he reached for his
larger shaft and clenched its base in his fist. The molten fire of release was
stopped there, and he offered a thin shriek between clenched teeth to reject
its heaven.
Sletran’s rhythm stuttered. “Yes! Here it is…ah, ah, ah!”
His cock jerked in Conyod. Heat filled him as the Nobek’s
seed erupted. In the midst of his agony of unfulfillment, Conyod wished he
could see his lover’s face as he experienced climax.
Sletran continued pumping for several seconds until his
moans settled to sighs. He stilled, his hands restlessly rubbing Conyod’s ass,
thighs, and lower back.
He pulled out and rolled the Imdiko on his back. Conyod
stared at Sletran, who loomed tall between his legs. The other man’s cocks were
still erect, but there was only satisfaction on his rugged features. The sight
gave Conyod his own sense of gratification.
“How close are you?” Sletran asked him.
“Close.” But since Sletran had stopped fucking him silly,
Conyod was no longer on the brink…though it wouldn’t take much to return him
there.
“Hold out for a while longer. Long enough for me to get a
taste of those gorgeous cocks.” Sletran sank to his knees next to the lounger
and pulled Conyod so he could drape his legs on his shoulders. He settled
enough weight so Conyod was pinned beneath him. He inhaled the spicy scent of
the Imdiko’s arousal. “Fuck yeah, I want to gobble these. You smell sweeter
than most men I’ve been with. Here, let me.”
He shoved Conyod’s hand aside to grip the root of his
primary so he couldn’t come. The next instant, his mouth enveloped the Imdiko’s
secondary, right to the base.
Conyod arched and shouted as a flood of cum vainly fought to
get past the firm grasp damming him. His fists pounded the lounger as Sletran’s
head bobbed over him. The Nobek’s rough tongue slid along the big vein on the
underside of Conyod’s length, sending shockwaves of violent delight shuddering
through him.
Sletran didn’t merely suck his cocks. He devoured
them, moving from smaller to primary, then back, over and over. He slurped and
swallowed the natural lubricant flowing from Conyod’s pores in unembarrassed
enthusiasm. He gave no sign he noticed how the Imdiko kicked or when he pulled
his long curls or how he shoved against his shoulders as lust became unbearable.
Sletran’s grip keeping Conyod from erupting was unyielding,
and the pressure drove the pinned man insane. He squalled and begged and cursed
as Sletran fed on his passion but refused to allow its true expression. Then,
just as he thought his mind would break from Sletran relentlessly sucking his
primary, the Nobek loosened his clutch.
Orgasm swept through Conyod, and his sight went blinding
white. Molten heat poured and poured in the mouth drawing on him in what felt
like an unending flood. He knew nothing but the violent fury of release and the
sweet pressure of hand and mouth on his cocks, emptying him.
Little by little, he returned to his senses. His vision
cleared in time to watch Sletran carefully lower his legs from the Nobek’s
shoulders, so his feet rested on the floor. His lover stood and stripped his
clothing off at last. Despite having come so hard, Conyod’s still thrumming and
erect shafts offered a twitch.
Sletran was pure muscle, from corded neck to carved calves.
The few scars he sported enhanced Conyod’s attraction to the physical
perfection he’d only guessed at. There was nothing soft or giving about his
hero, save the warmth in his eyes as he gazed at Conyod.
“While you’re still erect,” Sletran said as he knelt on the
lounger, his knees straddling Conyod’s hips. He lowered and enclosed the
Imdiko’s primary in his lusciously tight ass.
“Fuck,” Conyod groaned. Lust had been diminished
significantly, but the kick he felt in his groin told him it wouldn’t be sated
for long.
“That’s what’s fun about you younger guys,” Sletran
chuckled, moving up and down on him. “You’re easy to keep hard and make come a
second time in a hurry. I should be ready to fuck you again by the time you’ve
finished Round Two. It’ll be a nice leisurely fuck, so I can enjoy you the way
such a gorgeous Imdiko should be enjoyed.”
“No…no argument,” Conyod gasped. He did tend to recover
rather quickly, but Sletran was waking his lust in record time. Or maybe it was
because he’d dreamed of this night for so many years. He hoped it wouldn’t be
their sole night together, but he had every intention of making it count in
case…
No. He couldn’t think like that. The idea of Sletran turning
away after finally granting Conyod the closeness he craved was too awful.
Then give him what it takes to keep him close. Even if it
means starting with just lust, make sure he wants to stick around beyond
tonight.
Conyod fell to worshipping the man who’d rescued him from
the nightmare of his childhood and adolescence, his tongue and fingers tracing
those mesmerizing lines and bulges of the other man’s impressive physique. As
Sletran rose and fell on him, he closed his fist around his engorged
primary…the Nobek recovered quick as well, it seemed…and pumped the hot flesh.
Sletran voiced his pleasure in groans for a little while, then grabbed Conyod’s
wrists and pinned them to the back of the lounger, on either side of the
Imdiko’s head.
The control excited Conyod. He gazed at his lover, his
vision blurred as need increased. Then Sletran’s lips were on his, his tongue
sweeping Conyod’s mouth as if claiming him.
You did that ages ago. I’ve been yours for years.
He watched in pure love as Sletran moved over him, those
entrancing muscles rippling in a dance as he worked to bring him to the
physical expression of his adoration. He cried out minutes later when bliss
flowed from himself to the Nobek, allowing him to merge intimately with the
other man.
Let it last. Oh please, let this continue.
When his cocks ceased jerking, Sletran sighed. “You’re a
beautiful man, more so when you come. I could watch you do it again and again.”
A devilish grin spread over his face. “So I will. Where’s the sleeping room?
Never mind, I’ll find it.”
He picked up the loose-limbed Conyod, hefting him on his
shoulder. The Nobek carried him through his home. In such a small apartment, it
didn’t take him long to locate the bedroom, much to their mutual delight. When
they finally let sleep claim them, they did so wrapped in each other’s arms.
* * * *
He
needed a hero and found two. Can love rescue him again?
Nobek
Sletran never took Imdiko Conyod’s infatuation seriously when he rescued him
years before. When Conyod shows up in his life again as a strong and successful
man instead of a traumatized victim, Sletran has to reconsider the one he once
rejected and now can’t imagine life without.
Conyod has
never given up on the man he considers his hero. Sletran is all he’s ever
wanted for a clanmate, and he’s determined to win him at last. But the past refuses
to be laid to rest. When Conyod convinces Sletran to see him for who he’s
become, will who he was resurface and destroy the love they’re building?
Sletran’s
commanding officer Dramok Erybet is instantly fascinated by Conyod when the
soldier brings his love on base for a visit. However, Sletran isn’t the Nobek
Erybet feels is right for him. When he rejects the Nobek, he risks losing
Conyod too.
Against
the backdrop of heartbreaking childhood tragedy, a ghost who haunts Conyod and
his grief-stricken family, and military brass determined to oust Erybet from
the rank he’s worked so hard to reach, three men must come to terms with who
they are. When tragedy strikes, the nightmares of the past must be faced and
buried once and for all. Conyod, Sletran, and Erybet must dare everything to
find redemption and hold on to each other.
Releasing May 31. Pre-order now: Amazon, Amazon UK, Nook, Apple, Kobo, Smashwords, print