Megan Slayer & 'Seeking Davi' @ @GoddessFish #Gay #Paranormal

Today we have author Megan Slayer visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her three vampire Cabana boys, Javier, Luke, and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.
* When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always needs them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.
* She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Loose ID Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, Totally Bound Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press and Decadent Publishing.

A look into...

~ Blurb ~ * A place to belong and strong arms to hold him—but will this shifter get what he needs?
* After being rescued and taken to the Sanctuary, a refuge for lion shifters, Talisman knows he’s safe. But he’s restless. All the other shifters have paired up, except Talisman and one other shifter. The guy is fine, but he doesn’t make Talisman’s heart beat or his lion roar. Talisman refuses to give up looking for what he wants, but he never expected love to come running, stark naked, through a hole in the fence.
* Davi doesn’t understand what’s happened to him. One minute, he’s a happy lion at the petting zoo. The next, he’s being hunted and humans want to use his head as a trophy. When his hope is almost gone, two lions appear to show him an escape route. At the Sanctuary, he realizes his power to shift and the desires of a human male. He doesn’t trust humans, but there’s one shifter he wants to know better.
* Talisman and Davi must decide whether to give in to their animal urges or let the ghosts of the past tear their world apart for good. No matter what they choose, there’s one person who doesn’t want anyone, especially the shifters, to get their happy ending. As Talisman and Davi seek forever, it just might be ripped right out of their hands. ~ Excerpt ~ * ©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
* The guy waited for the longer haired man to walk away then he sat in the grass. He didn’t say anything, remaining quiet.
* Davi watched him, unsure what to do. His cat wanted to sniff out the stranger and scope out the situation. Did Davi trust his cat? Yes, but not that man.
* Neither Davi or the guy sitting in the grass moved for what seemed like forever. Finally, the man spoke. “Davi? My name is Talisman. I don’t know if you remember me from the petting zoo, but I was there with you.” He didn’t look at Davi or even in Davi’s direction. “I think I’m a few months older than you. I remember being in the pens, having the kids pet us and feeling wonderful. Then the good feelings stopped. I know you’re scared. I was scared, too. Unlike the humans at the petting zoo, we won’t hurt you here.”
* Davi debated sitting up but remained hunched down. Maybe, he could trust Talisman, but he didn’t remember him.
* “It’s scary. You’ve shifted, and you don’t understand why. I know. I’ve been there. I didn’t shift until I was safe, but when it happened, I didn’t understand what was going on. It’s okay.” He glanced over to where Davi hid. “If you don’t come out, I can’t help you. I promise. I won’t hurt you, and I’ll help you get used switching between your cat and human forms.”
* “No.” Davi kept hiding, but decided to at least try to talk to Talisman.
* “Can you come out?” Talisman crawled across the grass, closer to Davi. “Would it help if I shifted?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he yanked his shirt up over his head then stood and shoved his pants down his legs. He kicked out of the boots and stood nude before Davi.
* Davi watched Talisman move. Wow. He’d never seen a naked man before, but if that’s what they looked like, he liked what he saw. His cat wasn’t upset, either.
* Talisman dropped to his knees and placed his hands in the grass. He lowered his head then wriggled. Fur sprouted on Talisman’s shoulders and back. His teeth elongated and a growl ripped from his throat. The fur spread down his chest to his belly and covered his legs. His hands and feet shifted into paws. When he shook his head, thick fur sprouted behind his ears and beneath his chin. Before Davi’s eyes, the man shifted into the lion. Buy Seeking Davi here... Resplendence Publishing | All Romance Books | Amazon | Amazon - UK Find Megan Slayer here... Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Tsu | Newsletter | Amazon Author Page | AuthorGraph Thank you for joining us here today, Megan Slayer! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

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A Look At Raine Delight & 'Moonlight Masquerade' ( @Raine_Delight #SO )

Today we have author Raine Delight visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Raine Delight loves to be pampered by her harem of men that exist solely for her pleasure. Wait…..that was in a movie she saw. Hey, she can dream. :) Raine loves to fight with her muse, attack her manuscripts and find a way to silence the many voices in her head. Inspiration hits at odd times and for Raine, a blank word document page gives her many possibilities on story ideas. Living with her two kids, a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t seem to mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. With a love for Johnny Depp, movies and 80’s hair bands, Raine finds a way to bring all her chaotic thoughts into a story that tells her readers about love and romance.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* Today I am talking about my story in the On Valentine’s Day anthology, Moonlight Masquerade. It is a m/m anthology filled with a wide range of stories from some of today’s best m/m authors.
* Moonlight Masquerade is a short contemporary story and is my second m/m story I have done. I got to admit the cover is what inspired me to write this story. It’s gorgeous, romantic and sexy all at the same time. This isn’t part of a series or anything so can be read as a stand alone title.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* My muse saw the mock up for the cover and went screaming at me about a secret admirer, a guy unlucky in love and a workaholic who longs for love of his own and roses. Plus I was able to incorporate my experiences working in a bakery in this story with a special addition at the end of the story for my readers from my hero, Skylar.

Describe the hero in five words.
* workaholic, lonely, driven, geeky/nerd and sweet

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* I adore Marc and Skylar. They both touched a cord in me as they became friends and Skylar fell for this new neighbor not knowing that Marc was hiding a big secret from him.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* I had to have a coffee addicted character and Skylar was delighted to be that one who moved heaven and earth for that perfect coffee. :)
* “…Stopping at Tim Horton’s helped but he liked grinding his own coffee and the smell always perked him up…or that was what he told people who thought he needed therapy over his coffee addiction. Wasn’t his fault if he enjoyed that rich, bold flavor each morning?”…

A look into the anthology story Moonlight Masquerade

~ Blurb for Moonlight Masquerade ~ * Mysterious roses keep popping up on Skylar Everclear's doorstep. No idea what is going, a little disturbed by this secret admirer, he tries to forget it all since he just got rid of the latest line of loser boyfriends and just wants to do his job at the local bakery. But when he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, he finds himself drawn to the quiet young man even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But on Valentine's Day, a mysterious rose again pops up with a note to meet his admirer that night. Will Skylar take a chance that this time, love is right there waiting for him?
~ Excerpt for Moonlight Masquerade ~ * Skylar opened his door and groaned. Another damn rose was lying on his doormat. It ticked him off that he had no idea who was doing this but every freaking night this week he either came home to a rose on his porch or opened the door to it. It was enough to feel creeped out now. He looked around, seeing no one, shut the door with a soft click and leaned against the door in despair. It has been three months since he threw out his lover, Saul, after catching him fucking some other guy after one of the numerous block parties the neighborhood held in the summer and autumn months and frankly he didn’t know what to do anymore. All he did was work, sleep and work some more. He always seemed to pick those guys who are bound to break his heart.
* “I must have ‘Loser’ tattooed on my forehead the last few years.” Skylar muttered to himself. “Why can’t I find a nice guy for once? One who won’t lie, cheat or steal and break my heart by telling me I wasn’t good enough for them.” Sighing, Skylar grabbed his backpack, keys and cell phone as he hurried to get ready for work. As a baker in the local bakery, his day started earlier than many others. With Valentine’s around the corner, he was working longer than normal hours. He was in the bakery at 4 am and not coming home till almost five at night. It made for long hellish days but he enjoyed what he did. Plus he enjoyed seeing the people enjoy his desserts and hey, the paycheck after days like this made a nice chunk of change in his bank account. His mind on what items he needed to get done for the next few days, he opened then shut his door, locked it and made sure to pick up the rose before he stepped all over it, crushing the fragile blooms. As he turned and walked to his car, he wondered who his mysterious admirer was.
* Skylar’s day got off to a good start at work as he hummed a long with a local radio station playing 80’s rock bands while he rolled out dough for cookies, breads and made delicate fruit pastries. He was finally able to take a quick break around noon when the front sales person, Marlene, poked her head in the doorway saying they needed more pastry hearts. Seemed everyone was buying those desserts for their significant other, or ordering the smaller ones for class or office parties. He sighed as the fleeting dream of getting off his feet for ten minutes went on by as he got to work making more goodies. By the time five o’clock hit, Skylar was exhausted but pleased. They sold out of many of the Valentine themed items and the specialty breads were also almost gone. He made a note on the dry-erase board what needed to be replaced tomorrow and clocked out, waving to the front sales people as he went through the door to the parking lot.
* Shivering as he hurried to his car, Skylar fumbled with his keys before unlocking the door and sliding into the seat. Turning the heat up on high, he waited a bit before putting his car in drive to go home. All he wanted to do was grab a shower, order a pizza and veg in front of the television. He was so exhausted it wasn’t funny. Watching couples come into the bakery or men buying items for their partners/girlfriends was a downer to be sure. He never liked Valentine’s Day to begin with. He felt it was a holiday that Hallmark cards liked so they could guilt people into buying cheesy cards and florist could raise the prices of roses so high it was mind boggling. He never had a nice Valentine’s Day where a lover surprised him with dinner or gave him something romantic or funny or sweet. He was always alone on Valentine's day and he tried to make sure he didn’t have to deal with people who were so sugary sweet they made his teeth ache. Finally feeling the car heat up, he drove off determined to not think of hearts, flowers and all the things associated to Valentine’s Day. It was for couples, people in love and not for him.

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A Look At Alex Bowman & 'Losing His Religion' ( @evernightpub )

Today we have author Alex Bowman visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
I was born and raised in Williamsburg, Virginia and even attended William and Mary here. I’ve been writing since I was little and I’m published in another genre. A friend talked me into trying my hand at erotic mm romance, so I tried it and found I loved it.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
My first book is Losing His Religion, the first in a new series called Soul Collectors. It’s a paranormal story built in our world, but opening the doors to the supernatural beyond. This first one focuses on the story of Jamie, an orphan, who finds out as a teen that he’s a soul collector – a human who is able to protect a human soul from being stolen by a demon as the human dies. He can also extract the souls when he kills a demon, saving them from an eternity in hell. Ios is an otherworldly figure sent to protect him and Jamie struggles to trust him and the growing feelings that develop between the two.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
It just hit me out of the blue. It is so different from what I normally write, but felt so natural. The story just flowed out of me, too, and I’ve already outlined the next two in the series. I’m not a firm believer that getting out of your comfort zone and trying something new can open the flood gates.

Describe the hero in five words.
Ios – warrior, protector, lover, strong, & kind

Describe the heroine in five words.
This is a mm, so I will use this spot for Jamie. Jamie – fighter, worthy, lovable, strong, & resilient

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
Jamie, easily. He’s been abandoned by everyone he’s ever loved and handed a crap lot in life. Yes, he has trust issues and finds being around other people difficult, but after everything, he’s never broken. He bounces back easily, not allowing the power that be to win.

What's your favorite line in the story?
A descriptive one that explains another plane where Ios takes Jamie to train. I want to go live there.
“Open fields of aquamarine grasses littered with fuchsia flowers drifted in a perpetual breeze under the three bright full moons that filled the midnight blue sky.”

A look into the story...

Blurb – Losing His Religion:
The Soul Collectors, 1 ~
   Discarded most of his life, Jamie had learned as a teen that he was a Soul Collector, one of a mysterious group who fought the demons that attacked fellow humans. Cast out into the world, alone, the orphan fought hard to find his way, ending up in a seminary of all places. But chastity wasn’t a problem. He had no time or trust for relationships, let alone love.
   Ios felt protective of the Soul Collector, the one the prophecy claimed would one day be his mate. Following the human for years, Ios had done everything he could to ensure his safety without stepping out of the shadows. He also held his lust in check, knowing Jamie would never accept him.
   The time was upon them to join forces. Could Jamie handle who and what Ios was, and trust the growing feelings between them before it was too late?
Excerpt (ADULT) – Losing His Religion (©2012, Alex Bowman):
   “So did you?”
   “Did I?”
   “Know I was yours the moment you saw me?” Jamie pinned him with a look of lust he’d never quite seen flash on the man’s face before.
   Mine. Ios’s felt the rush of need spiral through him with such force that it nearly took him to his knees. His cock thickened and he felt his balls tighten. His whispered “Yes…” floated on the air, his body trembling with the hard-won control to stand in place and not cross the room and force the human to the floor under him.
   “I don’t know that I believe in fated lovers, predetermined to find one another.”
   “I’m not asking you to believe in anything.” Ios believed enough for the both of them.
   “I will admit, there is something…”
   Something? “What?” He needed Jamie to say it, that he wanted Ios. Needed Ios.
   Jamie’s face flamed and he glanced down, apparently unable to put the emotions he felt into words.
   Fuck it. Control is overrated.
   Ios stomped across the small space, grasped Jamie’s head in his hands and pressed his lips against the smoldering heat of the human’s mouth. Swallowing the gasp of pleasure, he thrust his tongue into Jamie’s mouth and tasted the ale left lingering there, as well as the heat and taste of his male.
   When he felt Jamie’s hands spreading across his chest and moving down his stomach, he tightened his whole body, needing for the hands to venture further south, needing the male to show him that he wanted more through his exploration. As warm hands rubbed against his hardened cock through his jeans he could have shouted in joy. He deepened the kiss, pressing his hips forward, languishing in the caress from his male.
   Ripping the shirt open, baring Jamie’s chest, the tinkering of buttons hitting the stone floor echoed around him. Ios spread his fingers along the hard muscles before him. Jamie removed the shirt, dropping it to the floor. The material puddled around his feet and Ios wanted more to follow. His shaking fingers pulled at the belt buckle Jamie wore, and he tugged at the leather, not wanting to remove his lips from the human’s.
   Pulling back, he was afraid the moment would be lost if he could not keep Jamie in a frenzy. His need was too great. He could not be denied this time. Ios would have the male now, or he would explode.
   Warm hands steadied his. “Let me.”
   Jamie gazed into his eyes, slowly removing the belt and dropping it to the floor. His hands then went to the top of his pants and he unbuttoned them. The slow pull of the zipper reminded him that he was overclothed as well. Ios removed his t-shirt in a flash and kicked off his shoes. By the time his pants were gone, Jamie also stood naked.
   His hands ached to touch the male, to explore every single inch of flesh he had to offer up for his inspection. Jamie was beautiful. Small, firm muscles curved over his slim build, his skin nearly unmarred. The wound in his chest was no longer visible.
   A small smattering of blond hair started below his belly button and thickened as it surrounded his jutting cock. Fully erect, it stood proud against his stomach, a pearl of fluid shining at the tip of the purple head. Thick veins spread along the shaft and Ios’s mouth watered to taste the flesh. Dropping to his knees before his human, he got a closer look at what the male had to offer.

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Welcome special guest: author Blak Rayne

Today we have erotic m/m author author, Blak Rayne, visiting. Her bio: I reside North of Sixty, and yes, I am a woman, wife and mother. I’ve been writing and drawing since elementary school, and I love anything that involves the arts. As for family, my daughter is my toughest critic and one of my greatest supports, aside from my husband.

* So, Blak, what inspired you to become a writer?
My greatest inspiration has and always will be, my own imagination.
* When did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
It may sound cliché but my writing career began at a very young age, actually in elementary school. I wrote a twenty-seven-chapter novel about an all female rock band–their quick rise to stardom then rapid decent due to drug and alcohol abuse. I received acclaim from my grade seven teacher. Then that same teacher took the story and I never saw it again. After that I was reluctant to share anything with anyone (I was right turned-off). But eventually I did return to creative writing in high school. I wrote several short stories, poetry and so on.
* How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
It depends how you perceive complete. At the time I had close to thirty stories on file–as in, they were written, but nothing was in order, and they needed to be sorted and finalized. I had one story that was finalized, which was the one sold for publication. I know, not very exciting.
* What genre(s) do you write in? What drew you to write in it/them? What’s your favorite genre of all to write in?
Currently I’m an erotic m/m author, and this encompasses futuristic/mystery and action. But I’ve also written hetro romance, YA and fantasy. I enjoy each genre for different reasons. Fantasy will probably remain a personal favourite, but I also love the m/m genre. Oh I don’t know! LOL It’s a tie! I write fantasy because I think it’s the greatest form of escapism. And as for the m/m…there’s something about the man on man theme that just grabs me. It’s hard to explain really. All right, that was a lie! I love the homoerotic romance! There. I said it. **grins** I’ve collected Japanese yaoi since Jesus was a baby and this is probably where the fascination stems from.
* What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
The best piece of advice was from a fellow author (now dear friend), who shall remain nameless. LOL Anyway, she told me– ‘You aren’t obligated to answer to anyone, Blak. Do what you feel is right.’ I took what she said to heart and it’s worked–appreciate her wisdom!
The worst piece of advice was from another author, who shall also remain nameless. He said– ‘If you can’t keep it mainstream, don’t bother.’ It’s variety and something out-of-the-ordinary that has proven to have the greatest success. If every single story in the world was exactly the same or written with the same voice wouldn’t it be boring? I think spice sells and you have to be different, stand out–separate yourself from the crowd!
* How do you celebrate/deal with acceptance/rejection letters?
Acceptance is wonderful–of course, but it’s forced me to rethink and strive for greater improvement. I want each future submission to be better than the last. And as for the ‘rejection letter’, I honestly can’t comment because so far I’ve never received one (though I’m sure my day will come).
* In regard to the book you’re promoting, which actor and actress do you envision playing the roles of your hero and heroine? If there’s a villain or other characters who are pertinent to the story, who would play those parts?
When it comes to my m/m novels in particular, I hate to admit, but I don’t envision any specific actor or actress. My brain doesn’t compute that way. Most of my characters are loosely based either on real people I’ve met and/or known on a personal level throughout my life, the rest are completely fictitious. The characters in my current novel ‘Master of Illusion’ are generally fictitious. Sloan Whelan is a man I’ve dreamt would seduce me all my life! LOL And Vale is the type of man who sparks the jealousy in my heart, because he’s the tart that won over Sloan. Amanda is me to a degree–the woman who is envious of Vale. Anyway, I think you get the picture. Yes, I need to get out of the house more. LOL
* Is it a stand-alone story or part of a series? If it’s part of a series, please list the order the books need to be read in for maximum reading enjoyment.
I always wanted to pen a story with a bounty hunter as the central character and the idea came from personal experience. Years ago, as a teenager, I became unwittingly involved in a love triangle. My boyfriend at that time, who was living with me, was in love with another woman. After the initial discovery of his infidelity I somehow became stupid, and figured if I begged and hung on he eventually ditch her for me. Well I can say, that was a colossal fail! Believe me, I never begged another man ever again. It’s either me or the highway.  So, I became Amanda, Sloan became my boyfriend and Vale was the other woman. LOL Well kind of…
Master of Illusion is the first volume in my Benevolence series. At this point there are three novels in the series which will be released this coming summer. Sadly, my brain won’t stop, and there could end up being a number of subsequent volumes. This series will be published through eXtasy Books. http://www.extasybooks.comMaster of Illusion is due for release on June 15^th.
Master of Destruction is due for release on July 15^th.
Master of Salvation is due for release on August 15^th.
*** Now for some fun info… ***
* What’s your favorite color?
Actually I have three, sapphire blue (my birthstone), black (long time fav) and deep purple (best sexually stimulating colour in the world). Guess what colour is in my bedroom? LOL
* Are you a cat, dog or both kind of person?
Cats, and the fluffier the better! Love longhaired cats.
* If you could live anywhere in the universe, where would it be and why?
A fantasy world, I created within a new series, I aim to have published by next year. And you ask why… Who wouldn’t want to live in a place where they make all the rules! ^_^!!
*** About her book and series… ***
MOI was a bit of difficult ride. As I mentioned, I took the general idea for the book from my own life–that was the easy part. But to build an interesting story with an in-depth plot and make it believable, took some effort. I did a fair amount of research. I also asked those who were knowledgeable on certain subjects to assist with information. For instance, I used Japanese roomaji in the story. Well, I have to thank my daughter for the spelling lessons. She took three years of Japanese in high school and can speak it, as well as read it. Her help was invaluable. Anyway, I hope that my diligence will provide the reader with a book they can’t put down!
‘Master of Illusion’ ~ Book One in the Benevolence Series ~ ‘Caught between innocence and evil, some souls are destined to be entwined.’
Blurb:
Something evil lurks in the streets of Avalon. From the spread of an illicit drug called Ice to the black market slave trade. The year is twenty-three thirty, nearly two decades after WWIV and the world, as we know it, is a very different place. Under rule of one government and a questionable military, no one is safe. Laws are convenient for those who legally prey on the weak.
Forced into slavery, one man seeks freedom. Obligated to his profession, the other seeks justice. Exploitation, human trafficking and drugs–brought together by corruption and fate, a bounty hunter meets a slave and their lives are forever changed.
Excerpt (unedited):
The hunter rippled his hot shaft with gel as Hadrian settled on the floor with his legs spread, eagerly waiting. Then with a palm pressed into the carpet, Sloan leaned over top the blond and positioned himself. He rubbed the head of his cock against Hadrian’s anus. Hadrian blushed with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. The hunter teased him with a gentle probe, just the head entered, pushing past the rim, and to Hadrian’s delight his anus sucked in every inch. Hadrian grabbed his own legs like he was about to give birth and the hunter’s massive cock slid in deeper, he gasped with his head tilted back. He gawked at the ceiling as the hunter pushed even deeper still, and his mouth quivered. He’d never felt such pleasure and he’d never been with a man so well endowed. Now he knew what Vale felt. Hadrian’s member was erect and seeping, the bell coated with pre-cum. His ass was jolted and he started to pant in time with each thrust. In minutes, he was near to ejaculation. A sweet, in yet fragile smile of lust extenuated his rosy cheeks, and he loudly grunted again and again as his buttocks was pounded with one powerful thrust after another. His balls tightened and he gripped both knees. Then hunter's body came to rest on top of him. Excited, the blond wrapped all four limbs around the big man, their lips met and it was fervent, he moaned using his tongue.
Hadrian needed to familiarize himself with every inch of his new lover and it was his hands that groped in the dark. The hair was all wrong, definitely thick, but too short. Then there was the body size–muscular, but again definitely smaller than the bounty hunter. The discrepancies were blatant. Hadrian had dreamt of what the sex would be like with Sloan and when he opened his eyes to find Michael humping him, his dreams were completely shattered, he nearly cried. He’d fantasized for weeks, certain that the Irishman was a kitten in private, nothing short of a fantastic lover.
The rush went off like a volcanic eruption from Michael’s dick. His face went red and his pelvis slammed Hadrian, allowing the cum to find a way out. Satisfied, he laughed into the darkness and rolled off the slave in a blinding sweat. A minute or two later he was considerably calmer, the lamp was on and he was seated on the edge of the bed lighting a cigarette.
With a pillow bunched under an armpit, Hadrian stared his lover. The sex had been unfulfilling and hardly sufficient. He was thoroughly disgusted and there were a number of things he wanted to say. But if the older man was pushed too far, the situation could go from nice to ugly in an instant. Sadly, that was the direction their relationship had been heading lately. In the early days, Hadrian had experienced some mild abuse. Michael slapped him around once in a while and yelled a lot, but in the last five years, the abuse had escalated to almost a daily occurrence. In fact, things had gotten so far out-of-hand, Hadrian was forced to lie about everything and even fake arousal when they had sex with the aid of some very expensive pills.
Michael didn’t need to look at Hadrian. He could sense the animosity because the room hung heavy with it. “How was the sex?”
“Good.” Hadrian made sure to lie.
“Just good…” Michael turned to him. “That’s not a respectable answer, even from you. I would’ve thought it was pretty damned great, considering the noises of praise you made.”
“It’s nothing Michael.” Hadrian rose from the burgundy sheets, exposing his inflamed thighs and an ass streaked with the gloss of seminal fluid. “It’s nothing I wish to discuss, anyway.” Shaking a little, he went to light a cigarette and find a towel. “You’re right, the sex was great.”
“Do I detect a lack of enthusiasm in your voice?”
Hadrian stared at the lighter, debating whether to be honest or not. “No, it was sarcasm.”
The blond bounced off the wall then hit the floor and Michael stood there breathing hard. “Don’t you ever fucking mock me again–ever!”
Hadrian was slow to crawl into a corner. He put a tremulous hand to his aching face and couldn’t seem to help but get a little weepy. His attention was directed towards the closet, he listened to how Michael professed to love him and how he’d provided him with an excellent home all these years and how ungrateful he was. It was an awfully high price to pay, living as the man’s whore and unable to leave, think or breathe on his own. Hadrian sniffed, wiped his upper lip, the blood was dripping from his left nostril like water from a tap and it coated the back of his hand. He looked at it, wondering if the hunter ever hit Vale. It was times like these when he wanted the big man even more.
* * * *
A trail of clothes were left from the apartment door to the master bedroom. Vale and Sloan knelt in front of one another on the bed. Sloan’s thick cock was strained to pink and replete with heat, and he played with it while necking with Vale. Vale blushed closing his eyes as the hunter’s stiff cock rubbed between his thighs and he was caressed everywhere. He took immense pleasure in the osculation. It was the best part of the foreplay and always caused his heart to skip a beat. If he had to compliment the hunter on anything, the man had an unbelievable set of lips.
Sloan embraced Vale, and they toppled into the blankets. The entire bed shifted with a creak and he was lying half on top. “Did you miss me?”
“I always miss you.”
The big man took his time, his thumb felt the length of Vale’s jaw and he passed the slave a thoughtful stare. “I always miss you too.” Their mouths met, each kiss was slow and tainted with the perfect amount of affection but lingered with carnal desire. Then Sloan ran the tip of his tongue down Vale’s Adams apple to the divot between his collarbones.
* * * *
“So why all the noise? Huh?” Michael crouched in front of him and searched his watery gaze. “Who is he?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Hadrian put up both arms as a shield then he was backhanded into the wall. The cigarette snapped in half and the pieces landed in the dense carpet fibres at his bare feet.
“Who were you thinking about!” The anger was prevalent in Michael’s voice then he paused. “No wait…I know who was screwing you.” He got real close, close enough that Hadrian couldn’t wipe his bloody face. “It was that bastard hunter…wasn’t it?” Michael yanked the blonde’s hair. “Answer me!”
Hadrian’s face creased in agony. “Yes!” he spat. “Yes it was him! Sloan the badass bounty hunter! And he didn’t fuck me Michael, he made love to me–which is something you’ve never done!”
Michael lifted a fist and held it there, a fraction of an inch away, the temptation was great, but when the repercussions came to mind, he was fast to leave.
Hadrian gradually got up as he got dressed. “Where are you going?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
“But I want to go out today!” Hadrian implored, wiping his damp cheeks.
“After what you just told me, you can stay in the apartment for another month!” Michael grabbed his coat then leaned towards his swollen face. “And don’t bother calling that bastard, because if you do, I’ll know!”
“You can’t do this to me!” Hadrian ran after him. “Michael no! Please Michael. I’ll do whatever you want, but I have to get out of here today!”
Michael tied up his shoelaces. “Well you should’ve thought about that sooner before pretending I was the hunter! I said no!” He stopped by the door and pried Hadrian’s hands loose. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you. Let go.”
The man was as heartless as any human could be. Hadrian backed off and when the door closed, he collapsed to his knees weeping.
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