Virtus Saga isn’t just another erotic dark fantasy series! It’s the making of a trio!
Because US IS SEX!
[image:image-0]When Ylianor Meyer throws in Prince Duncan Caldwell’s face his generous offer to adopt her into the Caldwell family, she has only one thought in mind—to get as far away from the stunningly gorgeous dark-haired prince and his equally striking blond-haired lover, Lord Christopher Templeton before she falls in love with them harder than she already is. Before she becomes their slave for real and surrenders to both without any shame. For each a master in his own standing, one for pleasure, the other for pain.
That’s just the beginning of Book 3 of the Virtus Saga, where nothing is as it seems, not since soul mates Prince Duncan Caldwell and Lord Christopher Templeton share a love that is unrivaled until a fateful knock on Ylianor Meyer’s dilapidated shack changes everything forever. This book picks up right where Book 2, The Game, and Book 1, The Sex, leave off and continues it all—the love and the passion, but also the torrid sex and bloody nightmares. Mostly the unique connection laced with a jealousy and violence that are unknown to their world. Because this isn’t just another erotic dark fantasy series. This is the making of a trio. Of three remarkable characters that have to overcome their uncontrollable lust to face the truth about themselves and their planet, in order to defeat the darkness about to devour them. To be as one whilst three! That’s their real challenge. Because, if they can’t learn to share power and love in equal measures, how will they be able to ensure their world’s survival?
SERIES: Virtus Saga, Book 3
The unfortunate answer to both our questions is…
MM erotic excerpt
“Somehow, I like it better to think it was with my father.” Chris grinned. “Like fathers—”
“Like sons sort of thing.” The prince finished the thought, grinning back.
“Maybe, but whatever they did and however much they may have meant to each other, they both pledged in the end.”
“Personally, I can’t even propose to a woman, without being turned down. True, it was my first attempt, still—”
“So she said no?” He caressed his angel’s silky hair. “Well, it’s hardly surprising. Did you think she’d accept to play by your rules?”
“I love you and no pledge is ever going to change it.”
“I know it and lucky for you, so does she, which means you don’t have to pretend something that isn’t.” Duncan stood up again, though he did not let go of Chris. “Still, you ought to offer something of yourself. You can’t just expect her to accept the pledge just so through her, you’ll always have me.”
“It seemed like a damn good arrangement to me.” Raising his head, Chris looked Duncan squarely in the face. “I mean, let’s face it. Like me, all she wants is you and that’s what we’d both get. No complications, no lies, no betrayals, nothing except straight forward truth.”
“As usual, Angel, you’re only thinking of us.” Bending, the prince placed a kiss on the tempting lips. “If she refused to play, I can’t say I blame her. She might want more of you—”
“Not love, I hope for her sake.” And a dangerous, icy cold snarl crossed his thin lips.
I wouldn’t bet on it, Angel.
“But I really don’t care.” Annoyed, Chris pulled back. “I’m tired of talking about her. It seems lately that’s all we do like we’re obsessed with her—”
“I’m not!” With a sudden leap, Chris threw the prince against the wall, pinning him with his weight. “The only thing that obsesses me is your cock…” His nimble fingers clutched it firmly, the aroused stem coming out of the clothes by its own hardness. “Whether shoving down my throat or ramming up my ass, I adore it and will do anything to get its load all over me.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll be happy to oblige.” And turning him around, the prince threw him down on the desk, taking off his pants, finding the hole and penetrating with a few, abrupt thrusts. “Was that what you had in mind?” Pumping faster, he leaned close to his angel’s ear. “That I fuck your brains out, so you don’t think of her?”
Pushing back at every shove, Chris screwed himself on Duncan’s entire length until there was no more space available. “Sorry, lover, it’s you who can’t take your mind off her nor can your cock, judging from how soft it’s gone fucking her all the time.”
“Is this soft?” With a hard shove, Duncan rammed so deep, he thought he would come out of Chris’s mouth. “And I don’t see anything hard in you either if with one puny blow-job, she made you lose your mind, cock and sanity.” His shaft drowning in the narrow space, he drove it faster, wishing the tight walls would squeeze the life out of him.
“My sanity’s safe with her.” Now angry, Chris swung furiously, his ass twitching as if it wanted to bite the cock, rather than pamper it. “That was just a lucky coincidence, which had nothing to do with her. As if we didn’t know she’s only passable in bed and wouldn’t even be there if you hadn’t felt sorry—”
“Shut up, Angel. I can see she makes you so hot just by the way she moves that all you want is to stick your knife or cock inside her to punish her for making you so fucking high. Because you fucking crave her!” He breathed hoarsely in Chris’s ear. “With her straight lines, almost no treacherous curves, no breasts, so thin she looks more like me every day and you can’t stand it!”
“Just a pale resemblance, nothing to get hot about.” But that he was lying was obvious from the tenseness gripping his muscles, which the prince could safely assume was not out of excitement.
“Oh, really?” With a growl, Prince Caldwell pulled out and turned Chris on his back to plunge into his ass hole again, more forcefully than before. “Is that why you can’t keep your knife off her?” He resumed the rhythmical pumping with a frenzied beat. “Can you honestly tell me there’s someone else, besides her, who with a mere glance, turns on that dark, cruel side of yours, which you’ve taken so much pain to keep hidden even from me?”
From the annoyed frown, Duncan knew he had touched his angel’s raw and burning spot, another victory in the undeclared war they were fighting, which made him harder than he had ever been.
“You fucking bastard, do you think you’re in any better position?” Sliding his butt forward, Chris sucked the entire erection straight up the ass, leaving only the balls out, but just barely. “Do you think I don’t know how badly you want to pledge to her? Or how much you’d give to be in my shoes rather than having to pass as her brother for the rest of your life?” Holding hard on the desk, Chris thrust forward to meet the prince’s shoves and increase the friction between them. “Or worse, can you just stand and listen while I tell her the words I’ve wanted to tell you since I was eight, then bless our pledge like it meant nothing to you?”
Fuck no, but I’ll be damned if I tell you! And suppressing his amazement at how Chris always managed to put his finger exactly where it most hurt him, he slid out of the comfortable hole. “If that’s what needs to be done, I’ll do it!” As a leader, there would be no delegating the sacred rite of the pledge to anyone else, certainly not when it came to his lover. “I’d be more worried about you.” Then pulling Chris down on the floor, he 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.”
“Afraid of the truth?” The blond angel sneered.
“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.