[Siren Allure ManLove: Erotic Alternative Regency Romance, M/M, HEA]
Collin Reese, valet to the Earl of Balor, harbors a deep secret. He is deeply in love with his employer and has been since one fateful night three years ago. After a chance encounter, his deepest desires are realized in a brothel which caters to men of very particular tastes. Collin knows he can never allow the earl to realize who his masked lover is, but neither can he deny his longing for more than one night.
Drake, the Earl of Balor, has a job to do for his queen and his country, one that puts him at direct odds with the yearning of his heart. His nights in the brothel keep him going. Never in his wildest imagination does he believe his deepest desire is as close as the next room. But just as his lover’s identity is revealed, his world threatens to fall apart as his queen and enemies close in.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Without thinking, Collin ducked behind the red velvet curtain in the opening doorway. In his hidden sanctuary he watched and waited for the two men to conclude their business. Reaching up, he wiped beads of perspiration from his brow. Bloody hell, what am I going to do now?
He looked from left to right, searching the entire room for his cousin. Damn it. Where is he? Not wishing to leave his haven of secrecy, Collin grabbed the arm of a passing waitress.
“I need you to find Pierre and bring him back to me at once.”
“Aye, sugar. Anything you want.”
He was well known by all the staff in Pierre’s employ. His demand would be carried out. All he had to do was wait.
He retreated back into the security of the heavy drape. The heavy smell of mixed tobacco smoke combined with stale whiskey filled the air around him, bringing back memories that were best forgotten.
Collin leaned back against the wall and silently counted off the seconds it would take for the hostess to deliver his message. “Shit, Shit, shit.”
“Not here, I pray. It costs me a bloody fortune to clean theze rugs.”
Collin reached out and seized his cousin by the arm to draw him into the shadows. “What is he doing here?”
“By him, I assume you mean ze earl?”
“Who else would I be referring to?”
“I haven’t asked Miguel, but I believe he iz here to get fucked.”
“I presumed as much, cousin. Please don’t patronize. I need your help. He can’t find me here.”
“Don’t be ridiculouz. All you need to do iz explain our relation…”
A peculiar look crossed Pierre’s face, and for a few heart-stopping moments, Collin thought his cousin had decided to betray him due to the thoughtless words he had spoken earlier. He was surprised when Pierre gripped his arm to lead him from the crowded room.
“Youz are right. I will take you up to one of ze rooms. You can stay there until he leaves.” His hand fluttered in the air, indicating his lack of concern and ease in dealing with these situations.
“I owe you, cousin.” Collin stayed close to Pierre as his eyes took in the room one last time. Red velvet settees were backed by golden silk, rich velvet drapes that hung from the ornate ceiling painted with nude men and women in varying sexual positions.
Collin followed Pierre up a flight of stairs used only by the staff in his cousin’s employ.
“In zis room, hurry.”
Pierre opened the door on their left and stood back, allowing him enough space to pass. Collin stood in the open doorway and looked out into the hallway at his cousin. He had a burning curiosity to know the earl’s habits.
“Just stay here. I’ll come and get you when it iz safe for you to leave.”
“Does the earl come here often?”
Pierre smiled. “I know exactly how often the earl visits my establishment. A man with hiz wealth and status haz an unending stream of women panting at hiz heels. Always wagging their little behinds. A man in his position haz to be careful he iz not trapped into an unsavory marriage.”
Collin realized Pierre was more than likely accurate in his assumptions and hung his head in sadness as he thought about the number of women who had met the earl’s needs. If only…
“I imagine he grows bored with the women he iz around. My people are a safe…Play.”
“You didn’t answer my question. How often?”
“Relax, dear cuzin. I can assure you it is not as often as I would like. Your earl iz very generous. No?”
“You still didn’t answer my question.” Collin shifted his weight from one foot to the next.
“Don’t sulk, cuzin. I am well liked because I harbor and safe guard many secrets for our lords of Parliament. Now stop asking me questions. I have work to do.”
Collin paced back and forth. He was frantic with worry. What would happen if the earl found him here? He could be dismissed simply for being associated with such an establishment. He would have to explain how a man of his ilk could afford the secrecy only a man of wealth could afford to buy in his cousin’s house of ill repute. Would his relationship to Pierre mar his reputation?
After all, it was one thing for a title lord to come here and slake his desires. It was altogether different for one of his class.
Collin paced the room and thought of all different ways the earl could punish him.
Bloody hell. The earl is the queen’s closest advisor, and he alone is responsible in ferreting out these clubs and closing them down. Just last month, the earl ordered the death sentence for three men caught engaging in unholy acts of fornication.
The things he should be worried about paled considerably to the pain twisting his gut when he thought of the woman his lord was laying with tonight.
It was probably Jackie.
Even he had to admit the woman was a remarkable beauty. Collin stomped his feet with the image of her golden hair and creamy flesh so close to Drake’s dark skin and even darker hair.
Frustrated, he toyed with the items left on top the cupboard. He knew each and every room held similar toys. Each room was arrayed with different diversions for the customer’s enjoyment.
Collin came across a feathered mask. Only imagining how this might be used to arouse a partner, Collin picked it up. He laughed out loud and slipped the mask over his head.
He realized for the first time, he may have had a little too much to drink. Spinning around, he stopped and looked at his reflection in the mirror. As his cousin would say, he looked “ridiculouz.”
A key turned in the lock. The locking mechanism sprung loose, sending a loud echo throughout the tiny room. The doorknob rattled.
Collin held his breath as instinct kicked in and told him to tighten the straps to his disguise.
The door swung open.
“I was told you were the best male whore in the house.”
Collin knew that voice. He would know it anywhere. The Earl of Balor was in his room. And the earl was looking for a man.
Drake tried to see past the feathered mask. He tried to imagine what the man underneath actually looked like. Perhaps if he could see the man’s face, he would be able to erase the image of his handsome valet from his mind once and for all.
Drake was beginning to think the man’s image would be branded forever in his memory. With deliberation, his hot, slippery hand rested on top of his lover’s shoulder where dominance was established and firm pressure was applied to force his partner to lean over the dresser.
“Rest your weight. It will be easier.”
With the lubricant bottle in his hand, Drake poured a generous amount of the liquid into the center of his hand.
“Do you like me rubbing this into your opening?”
“Aye, my lord, your servant is eagerly awaiting you.”
Drake laughed, liking the reference.
If the man only knew…
Drake placed the tip of his cock against his partner and teased the man by running his heavy cock up and down between the folds.
“My lord, please stop this torture.”
With slow, deliberate movements, he eased into his partner’s warm, tight, hollow, cavern.
“How does that feel?”
His partner groaned softly and backed into him as his body begged for more.
“Fuck me, my lord. Fuck me.”
Little by little, Drake pulled out and allowed his body to savor the torturous tug and pull on the head of his dick.
“Mmm… you feel so good, my lord.”
The man’s panted response fueled his passion to a feverish pitch. Drake gripped his partner’s waist in a tight hold. His dominance declared, Drake plunged his thick, heavy cock back into Collin’s welcoming chasm with a driving force.
“Harder, my lord. Faster. I want to feel your balls smack my ass.”
Drake increased his rhythm, pushing in and out to a timeless move. His hips pistoned back and forth as his heavy sac thumped the back of his partner’s rounded ass.
Perspiration covered his face and trailed down his back. Drake fought his body’s rising demand and leashed his pent-up passion. His hard dick slid in and out, in and out. No longer able to stop, he moved with his partner, desperate to reach his own fulfillment.
“Your ass is so fucking tight.” Drake grunted and groaned with his exertion.
“Come inside me, my lord. I want you to fill me with your desire.”
The scent of their passion filled the room. The candlelight flickered along the contours of their supple flesh and against the painted walls.
Their heavy, labored breathing was the only sound in the space around them. Each man worked hard in their enthusiasm.
Drake had spent many other nights in Pierre’s house slaking his lust for the touch and taste of man’s flesh.
Tonight was different.
Tonight he connected in a way he never had before.
“Don’t stop, my lord.”
Drake grew harder still as his partner pushed into him. He felt his grip on control slip just a little more. He usually lasted longer than this, but his own fevered excitement was rapidly pushing him over the edge.
“Do you like me fucking you?”
Drake pounded faster and faster.
“Yes…Yes…Don’t stop…Not yet.”
Drake reveled in his partner’s enthusiastic responses, and he continued his sweet, undulating assault.
“I feel your need, my lord.” He moaned loudly. “I feel your huge cock.”
The man mumbled with exertion, and Drake felt him shift his weight forward to reach behind himself to gently cup and fondle his own sac.
Drake groaned out loud and pushed even further into his partner’s opening.