With the dark servant S’Tyll on the mend, High Priest S’Rak and Captain Jisten think they have all the time in the world to hunt the slave trainer Hasaviz and punish him for his crimes. They couldn’t be more mistaken, for their real enemy is now in play, seeking to stop the Victory Prophecy by making it impossible for S’Rak to give Prince Jethain an heir. Will S’Rak and Jisten be able to withstand the onslaught of an enraged goddess? Will S’Tyll, still recovering from a heart attack, be able to assist them at all, or will they be on their own against impossible odds?
Warning: this book contains a brief, non-graphic m/f scene
With Tyll resting in Tebber’s capable hands, Rak felt justified in retreating into the bedroom. He pulled Jisten in with him. He did need sleep but that could wait. Rak cupped his wings around Jisten and settled his hands upon the buckle of Jisten’s belt. “Permit me to reward my bold hero for saving me from Thaxor.”
Jisten stroked Rak’s surrounding wings. By necessity, he stroked the undersides, since that was all he could reach.
Rak shivered as exquisite sensations rolled through him. He undid Jisten’s belt, leaving the leather strap to dangle from the fabric belt loops of Jisten’s uniform pants and tackled the laces holding said pants closed.
Jisten’s baritone chuckle vibrated the air. He pulled Rak to him and held him tight as his mouth closed over Rak’s.
Rak’s lips parted and Jisten’s tongue thrust into his mouth, writhing over his tongue and palate. He accepted the dominating kiss, enjoying Jisten’s plunder of his mouth, gently sucking on the invading tongue even as he stroked it with his own.
Jisten’s hands slid into his pants, cupping his buttocks perfectly. Jisten pulled him even closer, his thumbs circling Rak’s opening in a maddening tease.
Rak moaned, vibrating Jisten’s tongue and grasped a double handful of Jisten’s shirt to steady himself.
Jisten released his mouth and squeezed his ass. “Undress me.”
Rak pulled on Jisten’s shirt, since he already had a good grip on it. The yellow fabric slid easily over Jisten’s silken skin, and Rak drew the shirt off and tossed it aside. He paused to admire Jisten’s bare chest, kissing and licking the man from his collarbones to his nipples.
Jisten alternated squeezing his ass and tormenting his hole, and finally, with a groan, Rak dropped to his knees and undid the laces of Jisten’s pants with his teeth. Then, he eased the pants and shorts down Jisten’s long, muscular legs…with his hands. His mouth was busy kissing and licking Jisten’s balls and erect cock.