| Saturday, May 19 GUARDIAN'S PRIDE (MM) [Guardians of the Gray Tower 1] by Britt Kenley [Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Historical Fantasy Romance, M/M, HEA] A traitor working for the enemy queen of Angkesh has infiltrated the ranks of the Guardians of the Gray Tower. Former lovers Rom and Javan are chosen by the king to discover the traitor’s identity. Will they find the traitor in time? And will their feelings for each other reignite? This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, May 26th. Adult Excerpt: Javan took the few steps that would bring him directly in front of Rom. As Rom watched, he dropped to his knees, his eyes focused on the hard rod in front of him. Rom released his grip on his cock and let Javan’s hands replace his own. He closed his eyes, the feel of those hands a pleasure he hadn’t known in too long. It wasn’t just any man touching him. It was Javan. And that knowledge added to his desire tenfold. Then he felt a soft wetness stroke across the head of his shaft, and he opened his eyes to watch eagerly as Javan’s mouth worked over every inch of his aching hardness. Javan’s pink tongue snaked out to lightly lick over the crown of Rom’s cock and trace the vein that throbbed in rhythm with his pounding heart. When Javan took him into his mouth and began to suck, Rom felt his vision blur. “Goddess, that feels good.” Javan’s eyes gazed up at him as he took his cock deeper, bobbing his head up and down in a slow, steady rhythm that Rom knew would trigger his climax in short order if he allowed it to continue. He grabbed hold of Javan’s hair and pulled him off his cock. “I need to fuck you, Javan. I don’t want to spew in your mouth, not this first time.” Javan nodded, licking his lips as though relishing the flavor of his lover. “Where do you want me?” he asked, his voice husky with desire. “I want you naked and on the bed.” Javan quickly stripped and crawled to the bed, belly down. “No. On your back. I want us face-to-face.” When Javan flipped over, Rom reached to the shelf near the bed and grabbed a bottle of tunis oil. Turning back to Javan, he let his gaze wander over the long, lean body in an admiring glance. “Reach up and grab the rails,” he muttered. Javan immediately complied, wrapping his hands around the iron bars that formed the headboard while Rom dumped a small amount of oil into the palm of his hand. Setting the bottle aside, he climbed onto the bed and straddled Javan’s waist. Their eyes met, and Rom saw the fierce desire that he knew was reflected in his own. He ran his hand over Javan’s chest, the oil coating his hands making the skin slide slickly beneath his touch. He encircled the nipples, giving each a slight pinch, and felt the tremble that went through Javan at the erotic stimulation. His hands slid lower, spreading the oil across the flat plane of Javan’s stomach. He scooted back until he could reach his lover’s cock, his own erection sliding against Javan’s and making both men groan. Taking Javan’s cock in his hands, he gave it a small squeeze, and Javan’s body arched up in eager welcome. He coated the rod with the oil, doing the same with his own until they both glistened in the dim light that managed to trickle past the dark window covering. “You like this.” It was a statement, not a question, but Javan answered anyway. “Yes. Goddess, yes. I love it.” |
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