Before Devarian Exile, or Uprising, or Revolution…one extraordinary pleasure slave sparks a chain of events which will eventually topple the entire Nine-Star League.
This is the story of Merkun, a slave whose dream of freedom burns so brightly it persuades even a grim Guardian captain to help him grasp some corner of it. With her help, the young, handsome Merkun aspires to escape the clutches of the seamy brothel that owns him—by entering Kasmalia’s annual pleasure slave contest, a competition as brutal as it is erotic.
With his stunning looks, his unmatched sensuality, and sheer determination, Merkun has a real shot at winning, as well as becoming the favored third in his rescuer’s ménages. But when he realizes he is falling in love with the woman who saved him, can Merkun capture the Regent’s heart, as well?
WARNING: This book contains explicit sexuality, menage a trois, anal penetration, and voyeurism.
This book was previously published many years ago and has been reedited for republication.
Merkun stared at her. His choice? His choice? The concept was so alien, so utterly exotic.
Yet he remembered, vaguely, a time when he’d believed that he should have a choice, a time when there’d been a fierce, unquenchable determination inside him to...
To be free. And he’d run away from the child-house, over and over again, heedless of the beatings he knew he’d get when they caught him, until...
“You,” he breathed. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. Merkun blinked back the sudden confusion of emotions inside him. “It was you, that day in the street.”
Merkun’s heart thundered in his breast. That stern young woman who’d set him on this path... He looked at her again. She’d grown grimmer with the years, honed like a knife blade to a killing edge. And yet she’d shown an eight-year-old boy compassion and mercy.
Holding her gaze, he slid downward on the bed, trailing his chin down her stomach, kissing it, flicking his tongue into the cup of her navel. His erection pulsed with arousal.
Would he be doing this right now if she hadn’t paid for him? Yes, absolutely.
He started to move his mouth lower, but Amista caught his chin in her hands, stopping him. “Merkun, no. You don’t have to do that.”
At that, an irrepressible grin spread over his face, welling up from someplace deep inside him. He felt gleefully wicked as he tugged his head from her grasp. “Yes, my lady. But I’m going to.”