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The Pirate vs The Devil

Set during the sweetest of holidays, the very special Soulmate series keeps intriguing and entertaining all those who believe destiny is the key to a successful relationship.

To Seduce A Soul Mate

SERIES: Soulmate, Book 1

Gay, Holiday, Contemporary, m/f, m/m, m/m/f

ISBN 978-1-55487-440-8

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books

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“The sex scenes are great and detailed, the dialogue quick and easy to follow. And hello good man on man lovin’ :)” JBP

Finding a soul mate was the easy part. To seduce him proved Martin’s hardest challenge, for nothing in Pirate Drake’s black intriguing eyes seemed to recognize the one person destiny had selected for him. But can the month between Thanksgiving and Christmas be enough to convince him to the contrary in spite of his dilemmas about gender, feelings, connections and sex, or can Pirate Drake find a way around the burning desire, the erotic heat, the uncontrollable passion wrecking his senses at Martin’s mere sight?

Don’t miss the romantic sequela The Pirate’s Surrender.

MM erotic excerpt

Drake shifted position, unexpectedly feeling a growing erection, which seemingly had no explanation. “In a way. I’ve always had a particular liking for the man, a free spirit despite Queen Elizabeth’s strict customs,” he commented in an even tone, keeping his surprise at bay.

“That explains your fascination with pirates.” His hand played lightly with the glass, though Drake had the distinct impression he wanted to touch his hair. “And you also look the part, with your incredibly beautiful hair and black eyes.” He paused, studying Drake’s face for a moment. “Most portraits I’ve seen of pirates resemble you in many details.”

Drake’s stomach caved in at the words, even more because the Irish accent made it sound as sensual as an intimate caress. And damn it if I needed this, too! He groaned inwardly as his cock responded to the call with a sudden spasm that turned it into stone. “I don’t think anyone knew what pirates looked like.” He retorted more coldly than he intended, wondering if Martin had noticed his increased bulge. “They lived on the sea most of the time and their victims seldom lived to tell what they looked like. The only time people actually saw a pirate was when he was about to hang for his crimes and they certainly didn’t bother to take a picture of him. That’s why in paintings all pirates look alike.”

Martin shrugged. “I’m no expert on the subject. All I know is they had a hell of a good time raping, plundering and drinking their hearts out.”

Drake grinned. “Yeah, that’s probably why I like drinking, too.”

Martin’s eyes flashed in the semi-darkness. “Personally, I like the raping part better.” Raising his head, he trapped Drake’s eyes again. “I’ve always preferred sex over drinks.” A naughty smile crossed his lips. “I had the crazy notion there was a special person waiting just for me. To hop from one bed to another seemed the best strategy to find him, so I did a lot of…hopping.”

Unable to tear his eyes away from the compelling green gaze, the pirate grinned. “Not the faithful kind, I suppose.”

“Never believed in it. I always liked fooling around with whoever caught my fancy, but mostly my…dick.”

A shiver ran down Drake’s back as the dream returned forcefully to the fore. Martin’s look seemed unequivocal and for a moment, the pirate wondered what it would really feel like to taste something completely different. His shaft twitched, reminding that, in the haste to get something to drink, he had not bothered with underwear. So what if Martin notices it? And a delicious thrill ran down his spine. “With your looks, I’m sure women must’ve been all over you.”

“Whoever mentioned women?”

Drake was not sure he had heard correctly over the painful thumping in his ears that drowned every other sound. But Martin’s hand gripping his rising shape left little doubt to his meaning.

“They’ve never been, nor will they ever be, my first choice.” Then he dipped his head.

Before the pirate had the time to recover his wits, Martin’s warm palm was already holding the rigid stem, skillfully freed by nimble fingers. Drake gasped at the unexpected pleasure of the devil’s warm tongue wrapping around the bulging head, swelling its already considerable size in the matter of seconds and unleashing a fierce battle between violently conflicting emotions. A part of him protested to the treatment, insisting he end it immediately, stopping Martin’s seductive lip slide and returning the cock to the safety of his pants. But it was already too late, Drake realized, settling more comfortably against the couch’s back to facilitate Martin’s avid attentions.

And the devil did not wait for further invitation. Drawing the demanding cock inside, he sucked greedily until Drake felt his tip touching the edge of Martin’s throat. With a groan, he pushed up his hips to take the fatal plunge, but Martin stopped him by curling his tongue around the bulging head, holding it steady while continuing to lap it generously.

Drake leaned back. A blowjob had never satisfied him in his life. Women simply had no idea where a shaft wanted the tongue to lavish its wet attentions, following their own inspiration, which often did not consider a man’s likes or dislikes. Besides, he had the feeling most did not even like doing it and he was more than fed up with half-hearted attempts. So he usually did not encourage the practice, fearing it would only disappoint him in the end. Martin though, knew exactly where to direct his slithering tongue and how much pressure to apply. Running smoothly on the long length, he inflamed the base of the bulging head, driving Drake crazy with scorching desire, especially by squeezing his balls lightly, sometimes dipping down to suck them before returning to his favorite part of the equipment.

Drake groaned again in sweet delight. Not only did the Irish devil love cocks, judging from the energy and passion he devoted to them, but he also paid a special tribute to an area most women neglected. In fact, Martin’s every effort worked in one direction alone, to make him come. And surprisingly enough, the pirate knew he would for the first time in his life, his cock responding beautifully to the exciting stimulation. Drake had never felt it harder or thicker as it pressed on Martin’s cheek, hit his palate, strained to plunge down the throat, battled against the tongue’s vicious attacks. It felt blissful, especially after Martin’s hands stepped up their tantalizing skin slide, matching the pirate’s steady hip swing until his stunning release filled the blond devil’s mouth with repeated powerful jets of hot fluid.

The Pirate’s Surrender

SERIES: Soulmate, Book 2

Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, Holiday, Romance, m/m, m/m/f, m/m/m

ISBN: 978-1-77111-036-5

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books

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“THE PIRATE’S SURRENDER is a fast paced, sexually charged read that pulls readers into the fledgling relationship between Drake and Martin. Ms. Tolomei doesn’t skimp on the emotional aspect of their feelings for each other and there’s no doubt that the other people they bring into their lives are mere substitutions for each other. There’s a tangled web of sexual relationships that shock the senses but there’s also honesty in those encounters that gave me a sort of respect for these men as well.” RJR

“Martin and Drake are an explosion of hot male loving. Their need for each other goes well beyond sex, and it is great to see how Martin gives Drake the time and freedom to find his way in their relationship. I found this story to be sexy and engaging.” CTR

All right, so he did it! Marin seduced me. And the sex is fantastic, blows my mind every time, no complaints there, if that thing about being his soul-mate didn’t still bug me. Yet there seems no way around it except…but can I do it? Do I want to do it? No, I don’t know if I’m ready to surrender. Me, the pirate, and to the blond devil, no less…talk about fucked up destiny!

Don’t miss the romantic sequel to To Seduce A Soul Mate.

MMM erotic excerpt

Grabbing his hand, Martin dragged him to the bed, impatiently stripping him naked. “Will you let me have you, Pirate?” After the seductive whisper, he pulled back to take in his beautiful body, partly covered by the long hair, an irresistible temptation of itself. The long, muscular legs and narrow waist leading up to a broad chest, sustained round, firm buttocks Martin longed to possess.

“Are you sure you can take me?” The black eyes twinkled mischievously as the pirate reached for him. Returning the favor, he stripped Martin naked before clutching with warm palms what was unbearably stone-like. “Or do I need to make sure you’re up to it?”

“I’d say you better check.” Pushing on his shoulders, Martin made him fall on his knees. His cock twitching impatiently, he could not avoid the groan at the wet cavity’s intake. “Take it all, Pirate, and make it fast, ‘cause I can’t wait to stick it in your ass.” Pressing his hands in the sensual hair, Martin made sure Drake did what he was ordered, pushing his hips at the same time to reach complete depth in one stride.

Not that the pirate could hold the position for long. Letting go seemed a better alternative than suffocating him, which would have been deplorable on his ass-fuck plans. But the cough did not move him to either pity or mercy. Once it subsided, Martin grabbed Drake’s head to force his thick equipment down his throat again. “Have I told you that you’re getting better at this?”

A gagging gurgle, then a gasp followed by another bout of coughing. “I suppose that’s why you’re trying to choke me.”

“Makes for a better learning experience.”

“I thought you had one planned for my ass.”

“All in due time.” Chuckling softly, he pushed Drake back to his oral duties, holding his head and shoving through, fucking his mouth like he would an ass or a cunt. “Don’t be so impatient.” But his cock had tightened so painfully at the reminder he could not postpone it.

“Damn!” Stopping his rhythmical pumping, Martin pulled away. “You’re getting too good at this. Not fair the student should eclipse his teacher.”

“I guess I know what the punishment will be.”

“And you sorely deserve one.” Extremely turned on, he was about to push Drake belly down on the bed when the pirate stopped him.

“No, take me up front. I want to see your face when you sink into me.”

“Up front?” The mere prospect almost made him come there and then. “Pirate, I’m not sure it’s the right position for you. I mean it’s not like you’ve been doing it long.” God knew, his first and so far only time had been the most arousing experience in Martin’s life, but they had not pursued it.

“I’ll bear with it.” Inexorable, Drake lay down on his back.

“Have it your way.” I just hope I make it inside your ass before I lose it all.

First, though, his soul-mate needed to be wet, very wet. “Get me the lube.” Martin gestured at the flagon on the floor, next to the right nightstand.

“Is this how you’re going to make it hurt less?” Teasingly, Drake reached over to grab it, then handed it to Martin.

“Just wait and enjoy.” After squirting a large dose of the transparent gel on one palm, he returned the flask to Drake. While rubbing his hands to drench them, he remembered he had learned of this trick, the wet hand-job, during one of his trips to Asia, to Bangkok if he recalled correctly, still reeling from it as immediately after the trained prostitute had finished with him. Impossible for a man, any man, to resist. Even for the most endurable of them, the slow slide he began on the pirate’s stem with a touch as light as a feather and as moist as a waterfall. The two effects combined worked like a charm on a man’s dick, making it stand stiffer than a marble cave in Carrara. It was the wanting more that drove him rabid with the frenzy to have more while getting less, only the merest brush, which turned it into the most exciting game Martin knew. So despite the pirate’s obvious efforts for a firmer jerking, Martin kept it light on purpose, wanting Drake to die from sheer longing.

Well, he nearly got his wish. Frantic, Drake pushed up and down, thrashing under every breeze caressing his cock, until Martin almost felt sorry for him. “Poor Pirate, getting frustrated?”

“Stop torturing me and do something.” Drake growled. “Anything.” Now it was more of a plea. “Please.” Yes, definitely groveling this time.

“Oh, I will. Don’t worry.” Hands circling the balls, his fingers slipped down to the narrow entrance. “I’ll have your ass, remember?”

“Then take it now!”

“Impatient pirate.” Chuckling softly, Martin teased the tiny hole opening up to his fingers’ probing. “I’m the master now, so I’ll do it on my own time.” Bending over, Martin licked his lube-flavored cock, a cruel and unnecessary addition before reaching between the legs for the narrow hole he, more than Drake, was dying to enlarge. Spreading his legs, the pirate allowed him more space for the rimming, which drenched the tight entrance inside and out. Testing it with his fingers, Martin noticed that, unlike the previous time, Drake gave in immediately to his pressure. “Didn’t know you wanted it so bad.”

“Just stick it in.”

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Laura Tolomei

Email: lalla_gatta@yahoo.com

Erotic Romance Series that Explores the Dark and Light Sides of Power and Love between Three People

The Making of a Trio: the Virtus Saga shows how power and love can be equally shared

Rome, Italy – In Laura Tolomei’s Erotic Fantasy series the Virtus Saga (published by Extasy Books) nothing is as it seems. Soul-mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled, until Duncan takes shelter in Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack. Ylianor has always loved Duncan, and while Duncan is attracted to her, she remains a servant—okay to bed, but not acceptable consort material. Unwilling to accept it, Ylianor vows she will do anything, even come head to head with his insufferable lover, to stay at his side.

But there is more going on than either of the three realize. Lord Arthur Fairchild, Leader of the High Council, knows his planet Sendar is doomed unless the predestined Hero steps in and blocks the darkness threatening to take over. And even if one person alone fits the bill, Arthur does the unthinkable—not only does he summon the Hero, but the Hero’s consorts as well. Sendar needs these three special people to become fully aware of their powers and learn how to use them together. Sendar needs these three special people to work together above and beyond their personal issues. Sendar needs these three special people to become one whilst being three to make it through the difficult times ahead. If they do not, the Virtus which holds all of Sendar’s secrets could destroy them all.

Laura Tolomei lives in Rome, Italy and is the author of 21+ books. She has been traveling the globe since age five and has no intention of quitting. After having been an avid reader her entire life, she decided at age forty to write her own stories and has not looked back since. Writing novels that are on the edge of accepted conventions is her trademark, and she guarantees an erotic earthquake with each book!

Extasy Books is one of the premier publishers specializing in erotic literature, but look for her work also on WCPT and Romance Divine LLC.

If you like to receive a review copy of any book in the Virtus Saga, (books in order are: The Sex, The Game, The Festival, The Leader, The Pledge and The Heat, with upcoming in 2013 The Princess and The Demon), please contact author Laura Tolomei at lalla_gatta@yahoo.com today.

VIRTUS SAGA RELOADED
How did it all begin?

THE SEX, Virtus Saga #1, where it started-the sex, the trio, but also the violence and mistrust

Sex, sex and more sex without limits or boundaries—not in numbers, not in gender, whether it’s the phase, the pledge or the heat—such is Sendar’s very foundation, an apparently peaceful planet, without the usual pestilences associated with mankind, wars, hunger, violence. But is it really so?

Unknown to most, powerful forces dominate Sendar’s feudal-like society, the ability to wield destructive energy so strong in some people, it’s threatening to devastate their world. But to reach a new balance you have to learn, grow, blend with the world from which you come, then go beyond it before the world collapses into chaos. And that’s what the prince, his lover and his woman must learn to do if sex, power, magic, passion and jealousy won’t stand in their way.

Duncan returned to bed and kissed him warmly. “Good morning, Angel.” Chris turned on a side, revealing a hard cock, jutting up proudly and the prince could not resist grabbing it. “Were you dreaming of anybody in particular?” He teased, rhythmically folding the skin over the bulging head, then down to the bottom.

Chris grinned playfully. “No one in particular, just someone who can set me on fire with a simple touch.”

Feeling the shaft getting harder, Duncan increased the seductive slide. “Then it must be Arthur.” He teased.

Chris sat up straighter, giving the prince more leeway. “Sure, we have great sex, but nothing comparable to how you make me feel, lover.”

Duncan smiled mischievously. “You mean nothing comparable to this?” His mouth closed on the tip of the erection, his lips sliding in one sweep down to the balls.

Young Templeton gasped, his cock twitching in pleasure inside the wet cavity, enfolding it tightly, and Duncan’s shaft reacted immediately, so he stroked it forcefully while sliding his tongue down to Chris’s narrow hole that opened completely to accommodate his probing. Still tender from the other night’s repeated use, the flesh wrapped around the hard tongue tip, but Prince Caldwell’s need to stick something bigger made him flip his blond angel around and shove his huge shaft through the taut opening with a single thrust. And it was like plunging into liquid fire—a sensation Chris alone seemed able to give him—the burning flames feeling as real as if Duncan actually fell into a real fire that inevitably sucked the throbbing cock dry. This time was no exception, for the prince could never resist the fiery pressure, flooding his blond angel with convulsive jets the second before Chris’s own contractions squeezed all the fluid out of him.

“That’s exactly what I meant.” Rolling away from the stickiness clinging to the sheets, young Templeton trapped the prince, kissing him fiercely. “How can I ever dream of anyone else? Lover, you set me on fire constantly and that’s what keeps me alive.” Eyes fixed on Duncan’s face, the blond angel pressed his point. “And if sometimes I need some cooling down…” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Then Arthur, John, Michael or whoever the heck he may be comes in handy.”

As usual, Duncan directed them, using the princess as the go-between, knowing it excited the angel to have such control over her. She surrendered immediately to his touch, her legs spreading wide apart, her mouth opening to receive first one, then the other hungry cock, while his hand roamed her flesh to spark more desire. The prince loved to feel her skin crease under his touch, her blood turning into liquid fire and heating every sensitive spot—her entire body it seemed—just as she raised their excitement to a fever pitch.

The blond angel never waited around too much, his rigid shaft demanding more than just a mouth as Duncan knew well. And like most times, he headed straight for her ass, raising her legs to bring the narrow entrance right in front of the tip of his erection, then shoving inside roughly.

Standing at the opposite side of the bed, his cock warmly trapped in her yielding mouth, the prince watched his angel shoving between the tight buttocks, his elegant movements pumping harder as she swayed her hips seductively, her ass screwing more tightly around the stone-like thickness. But wanting to feel both, he ordered his angel to open her legs, then leaning over her sprawled frame, his tongue flicked right below the hairy mound in search of its hidden treasure.

Ylianor moaned, her swings shifting to let him reach his destination faster while apparently sucking more cock into her ass. When his tongue hit the swollen bud, she arched her back, slamming her butt against Chris’s crotch, surrendering more flesh to Duncan’s furious sucks, strokes licks and laps. His fingers traveled to the slit, pushing inside her dripping wetness in time to feel the swells wrecking her body, her scream of pleasure filling his ears, mind, soul.

THE GAME, Virtus Saga #2, where it exploded-the passionate lust, the leadership, but also the estrangement + the chaos

GENRE: GLBT, GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ménage, m/m, f/f, m/m/f, m/f, m/m/m, m/f/f

From now on, I’ll treat you like a slave, a mere thing men and women will use for their pleasure alone. And you are to service whatever player I choose for I want to see how far I can take you, how much you’ll yield to sex for the sake of sex. Because you’re just an object, something they’ll discard as soon as they come, your body useless once they get exactly what they want from it.

From now on, nothing private. We’re going to play here in the open, where I can see you with my wn eyes, too, agreed, Princess?

Damn right I am! And I won’t touch you again, even if it kills me. Setting her down on the table, he moved away as if to enforce the decision.

He grinned seductively. No, no matter how much you want me. He loved to contradict, especially feeling the ferocious throbbing in her cunt. But I’ll give you to the first that comes asking.

Not necessarily. His lips curled in a snarl. I just realized what the object of our game is and it’s to train your body to sex alone. He leaned forward, being very careful not to touch her. No pleasure, not unless I say so. From now on, I’ll treat you like a slave has to be treated, a mere thing men and women will use for their pleasure alone. And you are to service whatever player I choose for I want to see how far I can take you, how much you’ll yield to sex for the sake of sex. But mostly, I can’t wait to see them fuck you until you have to beg me to make them stop!

“Excuse me, Prince.” Cloaked like a master, a tall dark man bowed. “I’m Koren and I want that slave.” He pointed at Ylianor.

The ritual formula was not exactly as it should have been, but Duncan already knew he would not object, not after having looked over the man’s massive frame, which promised a huge cock. “Only if you do it here.”

Unable to avert his hungry gaze from Ylianor’s breasts, the man licked his lips. “I was also thinking of bringing my slave, too…” He looked at the prince hesitantly. “Unless you’d like to join me.”

Koren returned and, after exchanging a glance with Prince Caldwell, nodded to his slave, a younger man, lighter in both skin and hair. “Make her ready,” was Koren’s blunt order. Then he reached Duncan. “These slaves can be difficult if not prepared properly and I hate to spoil my pleasure on the details.”

Curious to know of what details the man referred to, Prince Caldwell nodded in understanding and watched the slave run his hand on Ylianor’s body, forcefully penetrating her warm cavities, starting from the mouth, then the cunt. For the ass, he had an extra treatment as he flipped her over on her stomach and stuck three fingers inside the narrow hole. Ouch! She screamed in his head.

Relax, he ordered, feeling the fingers pushing into his ass as if they were a hungry cock. And her tight squeeze would increase any shaft’s pleasure, he mused, watching Koren’s erection growing by the second at the enticing sight.

The slave raised his gaze and indicated Ylianor’s mouth as if telling his master he could start from there because the ass needed further stimulations. Then to make the concept clearer, he shoved harder and Ylianor tensed more.

Koren moved forward. “All right, you keep working on her ass until it’s really welcoming, but first move her to the couch. I want to be comfortable.”

The slave complied immediately, then pushed Ylianor’s head on his master’s crotch. As Duncan had guessed, the man took out a huge cock, one that, were Chris to see it, he would never have let go—

“Of course, Shydan, can’t you see he’s just a slut looking for some juicy cocks?”

“And that’s exactly what he’s going to get, enough to last the whole night through.” Shydan bent down to wrap his hand around Chris’s arm while the other man did the same on the other arm. “If not more.”

Together, they pulled him out of the water and brought him to one of the stone cots, which were the right height for their shafts to be at his mouth’s level. As there was no need to waste any more time, Chris’s palms wrapped around the incredibly big pieces of flesh jutting proudly in front of his face, admiring their well-developed shapes with the long stems holding the fat head like a regal crown, their thick consistency, their hunger. When their piercing smell hit his nostrils, he could not hold back his own avid growl as he plunged on them, mouth wide open to enfold first one, then the other in deep sucks that drew them down to his throat.

The bulging head lodged securely in his mouth, although it moved around in its effort to take a greater plunge, but Chris’s expert tongue knew how to keep it at bay while satisfying its every need. With long, luscious laps, he licked the sides, sliding down to the balls and wrapping seductively around the long stem, then returned to the tip to squeeze it forcefully in a tight embrace that sucked it deep before having to pass to the other demanding cock he had pampered up till then with his hand alone. Thus the tantalizing treatment began anew with his second greedy guest.

The lighter haired man had turned to Patrick. “Hey, you didn’t tell us he was this good.”

Shydan nodded. “Yeah, Brome, you’re right. I think he deserves a prize.” He swung his gaze to Troy who had remained closer to the pool. “Hey, slave, come lick his ass.”

Chris’s stomach knotted in anticipation at the mere thought and he threw back his ass to give Troy an easier time. The warm, wet, wide surface slid from his butt hole to his balls in one single sweep, brushing the scrotum forcefully, then returning up to plunge into the hole as Chris groaned, pushing up to suck the entire tongue inside and hold it prisoner. Troy played along, moving inside and out like he were fucking the ass in a rhythm, growing more frenzied with each thrust.

“You were right, Brome. He’s really a slut and the way he’s moving, he’s getting drenched from the slave’s treatment.”

THE FESTIVAL, Virtus Saga #3, where it continued-the reunion, the connection, but also the separation and the victory

Prisoner of their whims, it was impossible to resist them further. With a shock of pleasure, she realized they were her masters—not just one, but both—to which she surrendered herself, body first, juggled upward and sideways, until she had no choice but to ride their tide, swept along with their passion, swelling uncontrollably as they drove her into bliss, her convulsions sucking them to the balls and squeezing them dry.

Pulling Chris down on the floor, Duncan grabbed his hair and threw back his head. “Now shut up and suck me clean. I don’t want your ass all over my cock today.”

“I said, suck, not talk!” And with a shove, he gained Chris’s mouth, entering like an avalanche in the warm cavity that immediately trapped him as the tongue worked fast to lick it clean. And it felt so damn good to have only Chris’s supreme expertise working his magic on him, shutting out the lights, the humming, the pyramids, but mostly the truth from his tired mind, his wet laps filling his senses to the rim until nothing remained except the sucks, the plunges, the drowning. Yet, however much he wanted it to end right there and then, his cock craved the tight space it had been forced to abandon, so he had no choice but to grab Chris and pull him up against a wall, legs open, buttocks spread, ass hole exposed to receive him. The minute he crashed inside, everything stopped again to focus only on the movement, the tightness, the rhythm and Chris himself, his wonderful body pressing against his every time he pushed forward. His piercing smell filling his nostrils and mouth as he repeatedly bit the angel’s neck, Duncan wrapped his hand around the straining erection, wanting to jerk him off at the same tempo he was keeping in his ass, just to speed up the loss of the same control that had already slipped away from him. And since he was good with his hands, the angel could not resist long, flooding his palm at the same instant his own knot of emotions burst like a balloon inside the accommodating ass, wracking everything in its wake.

Exhausted, he wanted to collapse on Chris’s back, but his lover turned around and embraced him tightly.

“Because the unfortunate answer to both our questions is no and there’s not a damn thing either of us can do about it,” Chris whispered wryly in his ear before reclining his head on the prince’s shoulder.

They did not have to go very far. His room was right at the top of the stairs and he pushed her inside, locking the door and leaning on it to watch her walk to the center of the room. Intrigued, he followed her seductive ass sway for a moment, feeling the urge to possess it until the knife he was already holding, reminded he had more serious pleasures in mind than a mere fuck. “All right, sleeping beauty, stop where you are and take your dress off.” He sneered. “Wouldn’t want to ruin his gift, now would we?”

She started to turn around, but…“Just take the damn thing off where you are.”

Frozen in her tracks, Ylianor had a second’s hesitation before she began removing the sexy dress. Then as if to defy him, she moved the long, silky hair over her shoulder, so he had the full view of her bare back and ass.

As if reading his mind, she trembled under his close scrutiny, though she did not dare utter a word.

With an abrupt move, he grabbed the long hair and pulled her head back, exposing her tempting neck. “Well, you should.” The blade trailed on her neck before going down her back to bite the flesh, lightly at first, then deeper the further down it went. “I don’t take kindly to anyone stealing my lover from under my nose.”

Unflinching, she challenged him openly. “Jealous ‘cause he wanted to play with me for a change?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” The blade dug deep in her flesh just as he bent to brush his lips on her ear. “He was ready to kick your sorry ass out just yesterday if I recall.”

“Honey, he fucked with Jeff now, not with you.” The mere name made him angrier than he cared to admit, so he increased the pressure on the blade, drawing the first drop of blood. “How long since he’s touched you, fucked you without me being around? And the pity fuck in the stables doesn’t count!”

He felt her crumble for a moment, ready to burst into tears as if she wanted to let go of the despair he was trying to provoke, both physically and mentally, but at the last second, she straightened up, offering more flesh to cut and finding the strength to continue defying him, in spite of her weak position. “Tonight he’ll be mine alone and he would’ve been earlier if you hadn’t monopolized him until now.” Her brilliant green eyes flashed in amusement. “But I’d be careful if I were you because your time’s running out, too.” She spat. “In case you haven’t noticed, he’s the leader, so everyone will be after him, whether you like it or not.”

“Unlike you, dearie, I’m not afraid of competition.” The thin red lines on her back widened like a fine web and he watched them fascinated, tracing their borders with the knife, then moving it to the left, he started a fresh slice. “Because I have none. And thanks to Arthur, I learned to work my way around all those annoying sons of bitches that are going to bother him.”

“Maybe I’ve got to hand it to you.” Impressed and amused at the same time, he cocked his head in mock admiration just as the blade penetrated deeper. “You’ve been more persistent and bothersome than any of Arthur’s pesky boys, always hanging round him for a word of approval or a quick fuck, whatever came first.” Licking his lips, he ran the pointy blade on her skin. “Even using my knife didn’t get you gone.” Suddenly furious at the thought, but more with what he felt he had to say simply because he could not ignore the truth anymore, he slashed her arm, wanting to hurt her for the first time since he had started the dangerous game. “Damn you! Ever since I first cut you up, I haven’t been able to take my mind off it or to how much you turned me on, to the point I wanted you so badly, I would’ve fucked you if he hadn’t been there.”

The green eyes blazed in triumph, but her mouth remained sealed, in spite of the pain she must have felt.

THE LEADER, Virtus Saga #4, where it escalated-the love, the responsibilities, but also the threat and the commitments

The fourth chapter of the saga is the starting point of a new life and the affirmation of feelings long denied.

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They thought they defeated Virtus once and for all. They thought they could live happily ever after. And it was no consolation to know it had to be done, like Ylianor suggested from the start, the separation necessary. Now with the Fitting and an unexpected pledge, their coming together the three of them, is at risk once more, with their compelling sexual attraction standing in the way of true union. But somehow they are the future of their world, so how to relate in and out of the council, mostly in and out of bed?

“Then do.” Sitting on the floor in front of the fire, Duncan stared at the flames warming his bedroom, rather than at Chris’s pale and drawn face.

“Hey, you’re in luck.” Sarcastic, the prince turned to confront his angel. “The Hall is full of unpledged women right at the moment, and most of them would jump at the chance to have you.”

“I don’t want another woman.” Stomping his foot, Chris came closer. “It’s not fair, lover.”

“And you’re not helping any.” With a challenging blaze, Chris dared him to prove otherwise.

“Both.” Exasperated, Chris flashed angry eyes at him. “What’s the difference anyway? You’re the leader. You can do anything you want.”

“Not everything.” Returning the look, Duncan held his point. “I can’t go against traditions.”

“Then tell me what to do.” Sliding down to the floor, the angel crumpled beside him. “Since it’s your fucking fault I’m stuck in this mess.”

“All I did was erase her from your head, but no!” Shoving against him, Chris crunched him to the couch on which he leaned. “You had to bring her back.”

“I don’t see your cock complaining about it.” With a sudden lurch, Duncan toppled him, pinning Chris down to the carpet with his full weight. “And you’re a damn fool for making it so difficult on yourself when it’s plain obvious you can’t get enough of her—”

“Liar!” Thrusting down, Prince Caldwell crushed him to the ground. “At Brickstone Crossroads you were so hard you were about to spill it before you made it to her ass. And your bloody game, isn’t it the way to have her all to yourself?” His hand pressed on the crotch to confirm what he already knew. “It makes you hot just thinking about it.”

“Damn you and her!” Despite his furious thrashing, Chris could not manage to break free from Duncan’s iron hold. “All right, what would you do if you were in my shoes?”

“Sorry, Angel.” Releasing him all of a sudden, the leader straightened up. “It’s your decision not mine.”

“Decision my ass!” He sat up, too. “My father seems to have already decided everything, he and his impeccable logic. Fuck me and my big mouth for ever mentioning a woman to him.”

“Angel, you’re a free man.” Softening his tone, Duncan rolled on a side to look him in the face. “I’m not going to pledge you unless I feel you’re one hundred percent convinced you’re ready to take on this commitment, and I’ve said so to your father, too.” He ruffled the blond hair. “Besides, aren’t you going too fast? You haven’t asked her yet.”

“What’s the use? To make a fool of myself one more time while she throws me off the saddle again?”

“Not if you give her valid reasons to accept. And no, I can’t be one of them.”

“I’m not going to tell her a lie, like I love her, just to get her to say yes.”

A lie? “She wouldn’t believe you anyway.” It’s the damn truth! “She knows better.” For her as much as for you and the sooner you both embrace it, the faster we can move on with our lives.

“That’s a lie, and you know it.” Duncan took Chris’s face in his palms. “You feel something for her—call it hate, jealousy, competition, rage, maybe love.” Chris winced at the word. “Whatever it is, it’s growing, and all your efforts to deny it only make it stronger, like it did that night at the Turner’s, when you wanted her so bad you’d have done anything except admit it outright.”

“Well…” No, he did not dare contradict a self-evident truth. “You never warned me women could be so cunning.”

“So what is your answer?” Yanking her hair, he gazed down at her beautiful green eyes, reading her disappointment.

Instinct suggested an appropriate punishment, but he restrained himself. “Will you pledge to me?”

“Hey, I’m not the one asking the damn question.” She inched forward. “I’m not the one whose father expects to see his son pledge at all costs.” Her eyes blazed. “I’m not the one who’ll use the pledge to get to another. I’m not—”

“All right, enough!” He threw her on the bed, crashing on top of her, his weight so hard she gulped for air. “Now you listen to me.” Excited and frustrated, her body swayed against his, the start of another dangerous arousal. “I don’t give a damn about my father’s wishes.” With a commanding gesture, he spread her legs wide apart. “Or about pledging to you if you weren’t so fucking like him I don’t have to shut my eyes to imagine I’m with him every time I’ll be alone with you,” he whispered huskily, his cock turning to stone by her heated rub. “Nor would I ever ask you if you weren’t the only one, man or woman, who dared defy my power, and you were merely seven years old at the time. Or if you didn’t have the guts, like no one else I know, to jump in my fire without any protection.” Sticking two fingers in her mouth, he waited until she wet them. “Or wanting to be my slave in pain.” With deliberate harshness, he shoved her ass hole, her quiver telling him it was not a pleasure. “And being so damn good at playing my bloody game.” He ground the fingers in the narrow entrance until it gave in, her body arching to signal the switch from one sensation to another. “If you really want me to admit it, the connection is what’s driving me crazy about you.” Now she was ready for him. Raising her legs, he barely noticed the drenched cunt before thrusting hard, gaining an inch at a time. And there she did it again—the switch from woman to man he had already noticed in Harbor Town. More than a physical thing, it was a matter of reactions that increased his perception of her as a different gender, despite her hand reaching down between her legs. “No, you don’t.” Grabbing both arms, he raised them above her head. “There’ll be no pleasure for you until I say so.” And the deeper he slid, the farther away she got from it, considering his less than gentle screwing of the throbbing erection in the cramped space.

Not that she uttered a word to stop him. In fact, she hovered between the two opposite sensations, though her impossibility to touch was making things more difficult.

“What’s the use?” Stubbornly, she held on. “You’re not going to show the slightest mercy anyway.”

Seems like an ending, yet it’s a new beginning, this fifth chapter of the Virtus Saga brings the tale of Duncan, Chris and Ylianor to a new height.

GENRE: GLBT, Gay, Ménage, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, m/m, m/m/f, m/m/m/m/f, m/m/f/m/m/m

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While love and passion rise, enemies and misunderstandings become stronger. While resolves strengthen, the world and its nightmares stand in the way until one thing, and one alone, will save them–the pledge.

PG MM

“Plenty, I’d say, starting from the most obvious—what are you going to do about the unfinished pledge?”

“Don’t you think it’s something you should decide together?” There was no hiding the sarcasm. “Just because you’re off the hook with your family doesn’t mean things have to stay this way.”

“You don’t think I may be happy with this arrangement? Being pledged without the actual burden of it—”

“It’s not what your heart wants.” The way Duncan said it, Chris had the feeling the prince knew it better than he did.

“All right, since you’re such an expert in the matter, what does it want?”

“‘Cause I see how much she’s growing on you, how much your feelings are changing and turning to…” Cautiously, he glanced at his lover as if unsure whether saying the word would scare him.

“Couldn’t keep silent about it, Angel. It was too strong, and it came from both of you.”

“It’s only fitting he should bring us back together to even out the good and the bad, so we can start with a clean slate.”

“Let’s say we tried. Not that we succeeded.” It made his heart heavy to admit it. “Virtus had to ruin everything, our pledge included.”

“Don’t you start, too!” With one swift move, he toppled her, pressing his weight squarely on her thinner frame. “I’ve heard enough from him, explaining how I can get out of it.” He got ready for the plunge. “But I don’t want to. The truth is I want to pledge to you.” He kissed her softly. “Took me a long time to figure it out, but I’m as ready to commit now as I was in that chamber. So I’d like to go through with it, for real this time. And since we’re so lucky to have the leader with us, we could have our private ceremony, just the three of us…” Something in her eyes, though, did not feel quite right. “That is if you want it, too.”

“I…I honestly don’t know what I want right now.” Probably reading his disappointment, she was quick to reassess her position. “I’m not saying I don’t want to pledge to you, despite the million reasons I shouldn’t.” Her attempt at humor, including the charming smile that lit her beautiful face, failed to lift his mood. “I’m just not sure it’s a good idea until Virtus is around—”

“What could you possibly offer that might interest me?” The sarcastic curve of his lips indicated he did not care for anything from her. “Or that I haven’t taken already?”

“A clean slate.” At the words, his expression changed radically, so she moved nearer, her face just a few inches away. “From now on, no more recriminations about the past, no recriminating some of your most…despicable deeds. I’m not going to look back anymore, only forward. I want to make a fresh start with you, Demon.” Like a misty vapor, her breath played on his face. “What’s done is done. We both hurt each other for various reasons, and he was just one of them, but now no more.” She squeezed his hand. “You are my future, my master in and out of bed…” My mate, eventually. “And I won’t question you anymore.”

“Is this another of your tricks?” Twisting her arms behind her back, Chris crushed Ylianor against him, digging the rose-shaped bracelet into her wrist.

“No tricks, handsome demon.” They were so close they might as well kiss, so she had no compunctions in brushing her lips against his. “I…” She swallowed hard, so hard it hurt. Sure, the prince had said it would be a plunge without a safety net, and the fear Chris might turn her deepest feelings into a weapon pressed at the back of her throat in a tight lump. Still, it had to go, or she would never get anywhere. “I love you, and I don’t care if you love me or not. What you’ve been giving me lately is more than enough—”

“Hem…about that…” Not quite. “Once we’re done with this mission and found our answers, we can all talk about it.”

“What’s there to talk about?” He tightened his grip, and she winced from the pain. “It’s a simple yes or no answer.” Which did not induce him to ease the pressure.

“It’s not because of you…” But because of him. Then at his frown, she tried to unfasten her arms, and mercifully he let them free. “I don’t mean to say no, but saying yes wouldn’t be…” Fair? Balanced? “Enough.” She took his beautiful face between her palms. “Please trust me on this one.” Kissing him full on the mouth, her tongue tried to open it. He did not allow her, so she ended up tracing the edges of his thin lips. “I have only our best interests at heart.” Since he did not respond, she lowered her head on his chest, depositing a series of soft kisses on it. “Yours…” His nipples taut, she paused to nibble them, both in turns. “His…” Further down, her lips traveled to his flat stomach. “And especially mine.” Finding the real target, her mouth closed on it, running down the length of what was fast becoming as stiff as stone.

If he thought of stopping her, gulping down the tip of his erection probably dissuaded him. So she wanted to make it extra good. As her tongue curled around the fat crown trying to reach her throat, she began also a hand slide on the rigid stem, the part that could not fit inside. He was too big anyway. Her small mouth could never hope to swallow him whole, however hard she tried. Still, she was determined to suck him dry, drink his every drop until nothing remained. Oddly, it was her necessity—to satisfy him. And no, having said she loved him had nothing to do with it.

Crunching the hot rod between her cheeks, she felt the veins about to explode. Truth was—she missed the sex, too, and all the hurried time on the road was getting in the way of what she wanted to express to both her men, which was more complicated than mastering the rebellious cock trying to take the plunge, despite her tongue blocking the way.

She coughed, jumping back, but he was quick to push her head over the pulsating piece. Her tongue slid down to the balls, wrapped around both briefly before returning up to the tip, leaving her hands to take care of the rest. As they increased the steady rhythm, her bracelet bobbed frantically, while his shaft twitched in the characteristic way that signaled his climax. His breathing short, she would have fulfilled her wish had the prince not come up on them.

She did not see him, merely felt his presence as he swept her away with a single kiss—for such was Chris and Duncan’s melting of senses that plummeted her into a heated vortex, their tongues mixing with the marble equipment shoving to get all the way inside. Prince Caldwell’s taste inexorably blended with Chris’s pungent flavor, to the point she could not distinguish one from the other. Then the excitement grew to a spasm the second the demon caught on to her presence in the seductive exchange, and it was his undoing.

In convulsive jets, he flooded her mouth, an endless river so dense it overflowed and almost gagged her on its way to her stomach—so abundant she had to swallow repeatedly to avoid it trickling out her mouth.

“This is a damn good wake-up, if I say so myself.” Licking his lips with a satisfied grin stamped on his face, Chris glanced first at Ylianor, then at Duncan. “And your timing couldn’t have been better.” Then he picked up Ylianor and crushed her against him to whisper in her ear. “Yeah, you’re getting way beyond the skin level, practically reached the core.”

Don’t miss the latest chapter of this ongoing dark fantasy series, the Virtus Saga.

GENRE: GLBT, Gay, Ménage, Multiple Partners, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, mm, mmf, multi partners

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Over the gossip, over the passion, over the sex, over any possible explanation…because of the pledge, the heat will overwhelm them, in and out of the Hall, in and out of bed.

“From now on, you’ll be my slave.” Next to him, in his impossibly gorgeous half-naked look, the prince crushed Chris to him. “And nothing more.”

The first sex scene catching Chris’s eyes was Randy ramming Barton’s ass, while Liabeth and Chloyse, half-lying on a couch, competed to swallow Barton’s cock. On another side, Taurus was fucking Dusty, who was screwing Max, whose shaft was embedded in Patricia Swift’s dripping cunt, all of them on the ground. Next to the fireplace, Darek and Praden banged Ilorianne, the first in the cunt, the second in the ass, while Solange stuffed her mouth. Finally, Kharen and Ribes were doing a magnificent act of their seductive movements as they licked each other’s slits, with Firth and Kordie pumping their ass. Well, no question about it, everyone was there.

“Leader, what an honor.” Randy was the first to acknowledge him by leaving Barton’s snug hole and approaching them. “Come to play with us?”

“Actually, I’ve come to play with my phase mate.” His arm wrapped around Chris’s shoulders. “Whom I’m sure you all know.” By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, either standing up or remaining in their original position, their gazes fixed on Chris and Duncan.

“Of course, we all know Lord Templeton.” Randy, who seemed to have elected himself as leader of this group, bowed to Chris, making a farce out of it.

Cold sweat broke over Chris’s brow, as he understood what Duncan’s game was. Please, lover, don’t, not to—

Sorry, Angel, too late. “To all the lovely ladies here.” Prince Caldwell made eye contact with every woman in the room. “And no man is allowed to touch him.” This time his gaze fixed on the men.

“We can really have him?” A surprised flash crossing her face, Ilorianne came closer.

“He’s all yours.” A shove and Chris was flung not just to Ilorianne, also to Patricia, Liabeth, Chloyse, Kharen and Ribes who had approached in the meantime.

He had no time to react. In a matter of seconds, the women settled him on a cot at the back of the room and one, Ilorianne probably, was already grinding her cunt to his face. At his first lick, impatient hands tore off his pants and insatiable mouths worked on his bulge, standing rigid despite the surprise in the services he would have to render. But if his lover’s game required Chris’s cock to prove its worth with the female gender alone, however little he fancied some of them, then by the gods, he was determined to see it through to the end.

To be honest, diving into a woman’s cunt was not the hard task Duncan made out to be. Being with sleeping beauty had taught Chris to take pleasure in their unique sensual world, which came in particularly handy now. As he lapped Ilorianne’s pussy, he let her taste seep through his nostrils and mouth, relishing her delicate folds parting under his tongue tip, before gliding it to the swollen clit, begging for a fast come. At the same time, his naughty fingers teased the ass hole, in order to increase her craving, at least until another woman snatched them to use on herself.

“Hey, not fair.” Ilorianne’s surprised voice caught him off guard. “He’s good at this.” She must have looked toward the men at the center of the room, because every head turned his way.

“What do you think he does with his mate?” The prince’s deep, throaty voice froze Lady Preston. “Hold her hand and gaze deep in her eyes?”

“No, of course not.” She must have blushed, judging from the trembling in her voice. “It’s just that, from the way everybody talked, I thought he wouldn’t know how to deal with women or—”

“Proves how unfounded and dangerous gossip can become.” And this goes for you, too, Angel.

Shut up and lick her. I want to hear every woman in this room come because of you.