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.”His head was pulled roughly back by his hair, and those dark, hungry eyes looked down at him.“You’re mine?”Peter pushed his aching dick up against Kaelan’s ass.He wished his pants could just disappear so he could thrust inside Kaelan.“You know it, and you’re mine.I was brought here to take care of you, and that’s what I’ll do, Kae, in every way.”A slow smile curled Kaelan’s lips, and he rubbed his ass down on Peter’s hard, leaking cock.“You want me to take care of you now?”“God, yeah,” Peter moaned as Kaelan rose up enough to unbuckle Peter’s belt and open the fly of his pants.Peter pushed his feet against the floor to lift his hips and slide his trousers down his thighs.Even as his ass hit the cushion, Kaelan was lining Peter’s cock up and sliding down onto it.“Holy fuck,” Peter said.“Jesus, how…”“Prepped before you got here, darlin’.Wanted to be ready for you.” Kaelan kissed him.Peter flashed back to that first night right here on this couch.It had all seemed surreal with absinthe filling his head, and everything had been a little blurry around the edges.Now, it was all hyper-real from the brush of fur on his thighs to the satin slide of scales under his hands and tickle of feathers against his forehead.Every tantalizing taste and arousing scent seemed to act like a drug, but they heightened instead of dulled his senses.Whatever reticence Peter had ever had was gone.He had no regrets.Sometimes it surprised him how easily he’d become a part of this looking glass world, but he knew he belonged here.He opened his eyes and looked up at the beautiful creature moving above him.Kaelan’s lashes fluttered and his lips parted on a gasp as he painted Peter’s belly and chest with pearly stripes of come.His channel clamped down on Peter’s cock like a vice, and Peter thrust up into him as his balls drew up and seemed to turn inside out.His body arched, lifting them both off the couch as he filled Kaelan with his seed.Peter dropped back limply against the cushions, and Kaelan fell against his chest panting.Peter pressed a kiss to his lover’s skin.“I wish we could stay this way,” Kaelan mumbled as his breathing evened out.“This close.”“Mm, we are, you know, always.”Kaelan kissed his temple with a chuckle.“Hopeless romantic.”“Yeah? Yeah, I guess so.That’s okay though, right?”“More than okay, darlin’.It’s perfect.”About the AuthorEsra Blu cut her teeth on Poe and Creature Features.Influences on her work include seminal Gothic works like The Monk, the Southern Gothic of William Faulkner and Shirley Jackson, a variety of fantasy from Tolkien to Bradbury to LeGuin, modern horror from King to Poppy Z.Brite, as well as a host of movies and series from Hammer Films to Night Gallery, Fringe to Supernatural.Blu is a Yankee by birth and hillbilly by blood.She currently resides in what the natives called the “dark and bloody ground” with four cats, two dogs, and a man with whom she shares a deep and abiding love of heavy metal, grunge, and classic rock.Esra Blu can be found at darkplace-press.com.Table of ContentsChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter FourChapter FiveChapter SixChapter SevenChapter EightChapter NineChapter TenChapter ElevenChapter TwelveChapter ThirteenAbout the Author [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]