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Across the gray ocean lies a New World . . .
Indentured servant boy, Isaac, must accompany his master, Lord Blaydon, across the cold Atlantic Ocean, where the New World awaits them both.
With the Blackthorn still docked in New Hampshire and the New Moon upon him, Isaac learns more of Lord Blaydon’s plans to build inside the area of forest and lake, assuring him of permanent roots in New Hampshire.
But recurring dreams where he cavorts with Gaia, the Earth Mother, in wolf form continue to confound him. And when she reveals her belly to be harboring new pups, his consternation grows.
Somehow, Isaac knows himself to be responsible for her maternal state
Reader Advisory: A Paranormal Romantic Suspense story describing young men who are seduced by older and more experienced lovers aboard an 18th-century sailing ship.
May contain nudity and scenes of an outdoor nature.
PUBLISHER NOTE: MM Gay Shifter Romance. Parallel Historic and Contemporary. MM and MMM encounters. 20,000 words.
I set about preparing tea. A few minutes later, I carried a delicate china cup through to Lord Blaydon and set it down beside him.
“Thank you, Isaac.” His voice was little more than a whisper.
“My pleasure, sir.”
“Tell me, does James mount Adam very often?”
My eyes widened at this unexpected question.
“Does James prick the lad?” he persisted.
“I . . . believe he does, yes.”
He smiled. “That would explain the soft cries.” He pointed toward the doorway. “They must be together at this moment.”
I turned my head to listen and was rewarded with quiet groans.
“I miss being on top of you, Isaac,” Lord Blaydon murmured.
“And I miss warming your bed, my lord.”
“Take it out.” He pointed to my britches. “Remind me what it looks like.”
“Yes, my lord.” I untied my britches and let them drop to my ankles. My arousal was minimal, but upon hearing more soft cries from beyond the door, my manhood swelled. Lord Blaydon reached for it with a pale hand. I shuffled closer so he could stroke my length with his fingertips. When his cold fingers curled around me, I inhaled deeply.
“I regret not paying your manhood enough attention.”
“I enjoyed our nights together,” I assured him, although at times he’d been rough with me, careless of my discomfort.
“I realize now that you deserved more pleasure, more patience, as you gifted to me.” He reached under the blanket that covered his lower body, which shifted as his hand caressed his swelling length.
“Do you wish to prick me now, my lord?”
He laughed. “I have no strength for such activity, Isaac. But perhaps you’d help me to come off?”
“Of course, my lord.” I moved closer and leaned over so my hand could join his. He pushed the blanket aside, revealing his open gown and the growing prick in his hand. When I started to crouch so I could use my mouth on him, he shook his head.
“Just your hand, Isaac.” He smiled up at me. “And I will return the favor, if you’ll allow me.” He began stroking my hardening shaft, squeezing as firmly as he was able. I did the same for him, and he sighed with contentment.
“I promise you this, Issac. When my strength returns, I will be a more attentive lover, as James was with you.”
“Thank you, my lord.”
“But for now, this will have to suffice.” To my surprise, he leaned closer, and pressed his lips to my crown, sucking gently. The tip of his tongue explored the narrow opening, sending tingles through my whole body. And when he slid his lips forward, taking the whole crown into his mouth, I groaned at the delicious sensation of warmth and wetness.
“Mm . . .” he murmured. “Mm-hm?”
“It feels exquisite, my lord.”
“Hm?”
“Yes. Please don’t stop. Your mouth feels wonderful.”
He chuckled quietly, then rocked his hips to remind me I’d been neglecting him. I resumed stroking, and he writhed in my grasp, nodding while still holding my crown in his mouth.
With both of us pleasuring the other, it was no surprise that we came off soon afterward. His warm seed spread across the side of my hand and then trickled over my fingers. For my part, I managed to warn him before I spilled into his mouth, giving him time to pull back. I coated his hand and wrist with white cream, which made him smile.
“Such a good lad, Isaac. Such a good lad.”
“Thank you, sir.” I used the side of my other hand to scrape the slippery mess from his wrist, and then hurried away to find a rag. When I returned, Lord Blaydon had slid down in the chair and was nearly prone. His softening prick lay on his thigh, glistening in the firelight. I wiped his shaft clean and then attended to his hand. With his eyes closed, he nodded his thanks, then relaxed into a gentle slumber. I covered him with the blanket, hoping he wouldn’t slide completely out of the chair, and then retreated, leaving him to sleep.
