Lush in Lace (18 page)

To my utter shock, Ben did the total opposite of what
I expected. He stayed put.

“He’s awfully fucking loud, bro,” Ben complained,
picking up the remote and turning the volume up again, while
settling back against the couch.

“I...um, yeah. He is,” I managed to mumble, floored
by his calm reaction...

RELEASED
- A M/M Erotic Romance

Some laws are made to be broken...

On the small, male-dominated planet of Noval gay sex
is forbidden. Unfortunately for Krial, his size and strength make
him a prime candidate for Noval’s breeding selection training.
Krial is angry and resentful when he’s forced to spend three months
on the backward, archaic planet. However, he never anticipates
falling hard for his gruff and demanding trainer – Dax.

Dax is a professional. He won’t break the law, but
he’s not above blurring a few lines for the benefit of his
trainee.

Sometimes when the planets align the impossible
becomes possible...

When the unthinkable happens and Krial is selected as
the next breeder, he lashes out at the only one who can handle him
– Dax. During the physical battle that follows, Krial expects to be
put in his place by the massive trainer. Never in his wildest
dreams does Krial imagine that Dax will touch him, kiss him or
invite him back to his bed.

Released is futuristic porngasmic fluff. It features
two, gay alpha-males who like to fight and have sex, not
necessarily in that order. It’s a complete read (no cliff-hangers)
and due to the high sex content, this book is intended for adult
readers only.

Read an Excerpt:

“You sure you don’t need help?” Dax asked again,
interrupting my thoughts.

I nodded, assuming he’d leave once I refused.

I assumed wrong.

I felt him step closer behind me. “Your cock doesn’t
seem as confident in your abilities.”

Fuck.
He was right. I still wasn’t nearly hard
enough to orgasm despite my cock’s reaction to Dax’s nearness.
Failing to cum at The Release could bring Dax a shit load of
trouble as my trainer. I didn’t want that. I also didn’t know how
to respond to his observation. I kept quiet and began stroking my
cock, mentally pleading with it to perform.

It was no use.

Dax sighed again and I knew he was displeased. “Don’t
fight me,” his gravelly voice ordered cryptically against my
ear.

His statement confused me. We weren’t in competition
or training, so there would be no reason why I would fight with him
at The Release. I wanted to ask what he meant by his command, but
the words died in my throat when I felt the pressure of his large
calloused hand at the small of my back.

My spine stiffened, and my eyes darted frantically
around the room.

“What are you doing?” I hissed nervously, thankful
that the others were too engrossed in their own ministrations to
notice Dax touching me.

“Don’t speak,” he ordered, aggressively. His hand
continued to drift downward.

I knew better than to argue with him. He was my
trainer and it was my duty to follow his orders, even if he was
only a few years older than me. I stood stone-still, barely
breathing as one of his beefy fingers trailed down my crack and
located the puckered ring of my ass.

I hissed involuntarily, lost in the feel of him
touching me in a way I’d only dreamed of.

“Ssshhhh,” he ordered again, sounding agitated.

It was easier said than done. I tried my best,
moaning deep in my throat when my cock began to leak. I could feel
my orgasm building.

“More?” his gravelly voice asked breathlessly and I
knew immediately what he meant.

I bit my lip and nodded, not caring how selfish it
was of me to accept his offer or the trouble it could bring both of
us.

Dax cursed behind me. His hand stilled, but remained
on my ass.

Silence hung heavily between us for several
heartbeats. Just when I thought he’d leave me to my own devices, he
roughly tapped his large booted foot against my calf. “Open,” he
demanded.

With that one simple command I was rock hard and my
balls had drawn up tightly in anticipation of his touch.

I followed his bidding without hesitation, shifting
my legs as far as they could go while still remaining balanced. I
watched the two Collectors as I bent my knees slightly, giving Dax
more room to play. Thankfully, they were so busy with the other
males shooting off every few minutes that they had no time to focus
on me.

“Fuuuuck,” Dax hissed at the feel of me pressing back
against his probing digit. He traced the rippled skin surrounding
my hole several times, before finally testing its resistance with
the wide tip of his middle finger.

My fist tightened painfully around my shaft. My
strokes became more frantic. It was damn hard to keep quiet while
Dax slowly finger fucked me in a room filled with naked males. I
bit my bottom lip hard, whimpering silently, while pushing further
back against Dax’s finger.

Trained at recognizing the signs of pleasure, a
Collector immediately appeared at my feet, getting his cup ready
for my sample. He seemed oblivious to Dax’s proximity; either that
or he was too run-ragged to care.

“Now,” Dax leaned in and ordered, low enough that
only I could hear his command. He forced his finger the rest of the
way home, filling me completely, unconcerned that I’d had no
warning or lube to ease his entry.

The slight pain only added to my arousal. The moment
he began gliding in and out of me rhythmically, I lost it...