Chapters (21)
- Table of Contents
- Shadowlands
- Acknowledgments
- Epigraph
- Pygmalion Revisited
- October 13th
- The Twisted Glory of Ganymede
- GRINDR
- Witch’s Brew
- Lucretia Undone
- Mating Season
- The Transmitter
- Harvest
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- Xander & Hephaestion
- Narcissus
- Puer Aeternus
- Praise for Shadowlands
- About the Author
- Visit Dreamspinner Press
- Copyright
A slightly salty and rusty taste began to swirl and collect in the pockets of Joe’s mouth, which tasted wrong and incredibly right at the same time. He pulled back and wiped at his mouth, smearing blood across the back of his hand. He glanced at the mouth he’d just kissed and saw bright red rivulets staining the lips. The man ran his tongue across the front of his teeth under his upper lip and smiled.
“We taste good together,” he said soothingly and leaned in to lick some of the blood from the corner of Joe’s mouth. “Will you do something for me?”
Joe was beyond reason and felt himself nodding in agreement.
“He’s trapped us here, against our will. Will you set us free?”
“Who has?” Joe asked, confused by the cryptic question.
“Remove our shackles and bury them in the field so we might have rest,” the man implored, looking deep into Joe’s eyes. “We can’t do it ourselves.”
He took Joe’s hand from around his neck and guided it down to the front of his pants. Joe’s instincts told him to pull away, to run, to do anything but what he did. Grasping the man’s engorged member, he moaned and managed to agree, “Yes, I’ll help you.”
The black Adonis reached down and opened his pants. Though Joe was by no means an expert in the phallus, he was certain the one that fell forward as the man let his pants fall to his ankles was the largest he’d ever seen. Its thickness astonished him as he grasped it and was unable to close a hand around it. It hung halfway down his forearm in a semi-hard state.
“Kiss me,” the man commanded, and Joe obliged readily, opening his mouth again. The large pink tongue pressed firmly into his mouth, filling him. Joe scooped between the stud’s legs and let the burden of his balls settle there. They were heavy, dwarfing Joe’s hand and spilling over to hang free once again. The scent of the man and the taste of his saliva and blood were maddening. Joe felt his knees getting weak as the blond between his legs continued to pleasure him and he collapsed against the dark, muscled chest in defeat, resigning himself to the newfound pleasure and knowing he was theirs for the taking.