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Sneak Peek At Joon’s Temptation

May 20, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday

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Just for dangerously sexy fans, a snippet from Joon’s Temptation, the current WIP:

A cluster of casually dressed young men in a dimly lit corner didn’t concern him until he caught a flash of wildly kicking pale legs.

The gyrations were so frantic it took him a couple of seconds to determine only a single pair of limbs thrashed and they were impossibly feminine. His normally slow anger surged violently at the thought of these bullies attacking an effeminate boy.

He ran forward, grasped the tallest by his long braid, and flung him against the dock wall.

The youth hit with a thud and rolled under the vessel. The tethered silver skimmer maintained a constant cushion of air beneath its sleek hull. The vicious bully deserved a torture chamber as brutal as he was, but the docking slot would do for now.

He turned his attention to the remaining three bullies. A sallow blond, a stocky brunette, and a freckled redhead gaped at him like he’d sprouted a second head.

They’d backed away from a slender lad drawn into a tight ball. As if acting on some unseen signal, each of the cowards tried to stuff his limp dick out of sight.

The stocky youth whined, “We didn’t do anything. It was Chox’s idea.”

“That’s right.” The freckled boy backed up his friend.

“I wanted to leave and Chox wouldn’t let me.” The blond sniveled.

“Zip it brats.” Mythos aimed his best glower at the young thugs before glancing at the frightened child they’d assaulted. “Did these sorry dung sacks hurt you?”

A choked noise squeaked from the victim.

They’d bound and gagged him. The realization hit him hard, triggering memories of the years he’s spent aboard a slaver. He took slow, deep breaths until the red mist of rage faded and his heart rate slowed to almost normal.

“Scram before I send the lot of you to join your pal,” he snarled.

The boys streaked past him, sprinting all out for the exit.

Mythos scowled at their puny backs. As much as they deserved a good pummeling, he let them go, unwilling to abandon the traumatized lad. Afraid of what he’d find, he forced himself to examine the shivering youth.

Huge black eyes peered back at him widened in absolute terror. A nasty bruise had begun to discolor one ear. Long silky hair, dark as deep space, lay tangled around a heart-shaped face. A filthy wad of cloth stretched his tender mouth.

“Ignorant bastards.”Mythos tried hard to appear non-threatening while removing the offensive fabric.He dropped the wrinkled shirt and reached to undo the belt binding the child’s wrists behind his back.

The beautiful boy cringed, ducking his head as if to ward off another punch.

Mythos knew he was larger and taller than Enyo warriors, but he’d been a puny youth and easily subdued. Memories of how it felt to be at the mercy of those stronger and more powerful still burned in his gut. Mortified to be considered a threat, he spread his arms, showing his empty palms.

“I will not hurt you. I would never harm an innocent. I’m just going to release you.” He kept his voice as soothing as possible and tried to look harmless, judging by the boy’s trembling—a lost cause.

A quick twist of his slender torso waist gave Mythos access to the belt securing thin wrists. “Thank you.”

The pleasing alto shook slightly, making Mythos all the more self-conscious of his size and roughness. He concentrated on gently unwinding the syn-leather strap biting into the young man’s pale, smooth skin. “I’m almost done.” After he’d freed the pinned arms, he met the frightened child’s eyes again and pulled out his comm unit. “Is there someone you want me to call?”

He shook his head no, turning away with a faint blush of shame, making no move to rise. “I can pilot myself.”

Did those little pricks violate him? I’ll hunt them down and cut off their miserable little balls with a dull knife. Mythos fought a fresh surge of rage. The last thing he wanted to do was terrify this child. “You should get checked out at a medi-clinic. Whatever happened was not your fault. You need medical attention, if only for your own peace of mind.”

He sure as fuck wished someone had helped him when he’d been trapped aboard the Maldorean slaver. The scrawny child forced to satisfy the depraved appetites of his enemies still huddled inside, making him even more determined to get this youth any help he needed.

The kid didn’t say a word, clutching his thin arms around himself for warmth or in effort to protect his modesty. The cursed bullies had stripped his clothing, leaving him nothing but a sheer undershirt and a pair of dainty boots.

To Mythos’s shock and horror his cock thickened and rose. He’d never experienced a spontaneous erection while conscious. A sticky release that sometimes happened during his sleep cycle left him nauseated and shamed. His inappropriate response to this battered boy made him want to retch with self-loathing.

He grimly rearranged himself to trap the monstrous arousal beneath his waistband and ruthlessly tightened the side straps to keep it confined. His balls ached for release and his gut lurched. He ignored his traitorous body, staring at his useless comm. The chron function showed a few minutes until the council session began. Completing the mission was going to be close. His fingers selected Hel’s number.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve been delayed.” Mythos scanned the walls for a level designation. “I’m on level C. You need to deliver the recording to Roth.”

“On my way.”

Thank the Gods, Hel hadn’t asked any questions. Mythos pocketed the unit and spied a pile of dark cloth lay on the skimmer’s seat. He snagged the fabric—a fair length of summer weight syn-wool. A shake showed it had once been an expensive cloak, now ruined by jagged tears across both shoulders. Still the scraps would give the lad some coverage. He moved toward the hunched figure silently. Halfway there, he decided to warn the boy of his approach. He slowed his steps. “I’m Mythos. What’s your name?”

The child’s head lifted. Dark eyes fringed by ridiculously long eyelashes widened in alarm while watching him with a wariness that tugged at his heart. “Why do you want to know?”

“It’s not important.” He held out the damaged cloak and tried to soften his gruff speech. “They ruined your clothes, but the material will give you some protection.”

“You’re very kind.” The child reached one slender arm to accept the ragged offering, revealing a crescent view of a shockingly full breast.

Embarrassed, Mythos dropped his focus to the floor, studying the unremarkable dock as his own reaction and several incomprehensible details slid into place. Gods save me. She’s woman.

Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am  

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