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Star Dance

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by Samantha Cayto


  Such grace in the lithe body, the way he slipped to his knees and maneuvered between Narith’s legs with little additional prompting. Clever boy. He understood Narith’s needs so well now. With his quick and nimble fingers, Mac had Narith’s fly open in a heartbeat and freed the cock that had already started to swell with anticipation. Narith leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes. He moved his hand to Mac’s head, enjoying, as always, the feel of the thick, wavy hair so unlike his own. He sighed when his pet wrapped moist lips around the head of his dick. Tension bled out of him in an instant.

  Mac brought Narith to full hardness with his clever tongue, laving the sensitive ridge below the glans. Narith took pride in knowing he had been the one to teach his pet how to give a proper blow job. The boy had had no sexual experience with anyone other than the hateful Garen, who had undoubtedly just face-fucked the poor thing until he’d gagged with it. Narith had no such intentions, couldn’t even imagine why one would want to—not when the boy sucked and licked with obvious joy. The effort sent sparks of pleasure straight down to the root of Narith’s cock, making his balls tingle as they tightened against his body.

  Narith groaned through stuttering breath. He rolled his hips in an involuntary plea to have his pet take him farther into that delightfully tight, wet heat. He knew he was too big for the boy to swallow completely, but Narith still jerked with the tightness along his shaft. His release—already desperate to come out—pulsed through his dick. Mac stayed with him, taking every drop down with convulsive movements of his mouth and throat. Narith let his arms drop to his sides and he sighed again with the relief.

  Moments later, with his pants refastened and his pet once more sitting beside him, the craft signaled that they were nearing their destination. The post-orgasm relaxation vanished in the face of his imminent arrival. Not even the beautiful vista of Orianna’s vast land could distract him from his focus on the large house looming in his vision. He stared in the direction of the main entrance, long before he could actually see it. Having sent his itinerary ahead, he knew the family awaited his arrival, a fact confirmed when he saw the head female of the house, Salan, standing on the top of the staircase.

  “We have arrived,” he said quite unnecessarily as the craft hovered and landed with a soft bounce. “Remember what I told you.”

  “Yes, master.” Mac waited for Narith to exit first, then followed.

  Of course the human would remember all the things Narith had drilled him on about comportment. The boy was smart and eager to please. If anyone would fuck things up, it would be him. Playing by the rules didn’t come naturally to him. He’d had to work hard to alter his demeanor, if not his attitude. He would have to be very clever indeed to hide his disappointment in the change of circumstances and dislike of the existence of his new house brother.

  He strode up the steps of the great manse, as pleasant a look on his face as he could manage, yet nothing too cheery, given the solemn nature of his visit. “Salan, it is good of you to wait on me.”

  The older female sketched a simple bow. “Senior Sire Narith, welcome home. Our Lady awaits you with the junior sire.” The female turned on her heel and headed back into the house.

  Narith grimaced inwardly at being called senior sire instead of just sire. He had to get used to his new reality. With a quick swivel of his head, he confirmed that Mac trailed a few paces behind him, quiet and with his head down. That would have to be the last time he gave in to the urge to check on his pet. From this point forward, his total focus had to be on his mate. He saw her as soon as his eyes adjusted to the change in light. She sat at the back of the great hall, on her usual seat for entertaining visitors, the one that elevated her enough that she could look down on someone, even when they stood. Her exquisite beauty still had the power to stun him momentarily, making him clumsy in his steps. He wouldn’t have cared about the stumble if not for the smirking male standing by her side.

  Narith slid to his knees at the proper time and made the expected greeting. “Dearest mate, I have returned to you with a heavy heart at your loss, but with great joy at seeing you once more.” He bowed at the neck.

  Once he’d raised his head, Orianna graced him with a smile. “First mate, Narith. Although my heart is also heavy, I am overjoyed at having you home again.” She gestured with one delicate hand at the male to her left. “I present to you your house brother, Rone.”

  Narith made himself shift his gaze to the male, keeping his pleasant expression in place. “Younger brother, I am gratified to meet you.” Fucker.

  Rone bent his neck a fraction before replying, “Elder brother, I am honored in return.”

  Narith read the lie in the male’s expression. He was older than Narith somewhat, but social norms dictated that because Narith was the first mate, he was the elder brother. He took in the male’s uniform, noting by his insignia that he was of a local regiment. Of course, this time Orianna had picked someone who would always be close at hand. Narith took some pleasure in noticing that the male stood a bit shorter than Narith’s own tall frame, although the male filled out his uniform with greater muscle mass. He mentally shook himself. He really needed to fight the urge to compare them, or he might go mad from the effort. He tried to muster a more genuine interest in his new brother, but then the complex scent wafting off Orianna finally reached him full force. His mind took a moment to process the meaning of what he detected. Then a great emotion welled up inside him. Part rage, part despair, it swamped him.

  Orianna hadn’t simply mated again. She was already pregnant.

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  About the Author

  Samantha Cayto is a Boston-area native who practices as a business lawyer by day while writing erotic romance at night—the steamier the better. She likes to push the envelope when it comes to writing about passion and is delighted other women agree that guy-on-guy sex is the hottest ever.

  She lives a typical suburban life with her husband, three kids and four dogs. Her children don’t understand why they can’t read what she writes, but her husband is always willing to lend her a hand—and anything else—when she needs to choreograph a scene.

  Samantha loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website details and author profile page at http://www.pride-publishing.com

 

 

 


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