Lessons Learned
a kinky Sip by Mychael Black
Torquere Press
Sabriel thinks he's created the perfect place
for a incubus like him to play, running a nightclub where he can hunt
to his heart's content. What Bri doesn't know is that he's the prey as
well as the predator. Karl and Hayden think Bri is just the new toy
they need, and no game is too kinky if it will keep Bri coming back.
Can Bri take what he usually dishes out?
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Excerpt:
I’m not one for getting tongue-tied, but they surely brought many
things to mind involving tongues…and hands…and
cocks…and… Before I really knew it, I was headed into the
crowd, right for the two delicious creatures who’d thought to
grace my club with their presence. I don’t dance very often, but
every once in a while, someone enters my world and I must have them.
The music morphed into something primal—dark and illicit. The
crowd parted like the Red Sea and I was swept into its depths, a
more-than-willing victim. My prey was already moving to the beat, their
bodies fitting together so perfectly, so beautifully. One did not have
to look hard to see the resemblance, and I was even more entranced.
When I entered their space, I was welcomed with twin smiles and two
sets of very green, very mesmerizing eyes.
They don’t say anything, just pull me into their private dance,
both of them devouring me with looks that promised a night full of
pleasure. Never before have I let myself go like this; never before
have I let my guard down so easily as I did with these two. They moved
as one, engulfing me between them—one behind, one in front, and
my body pressed in the middle. Piercing green eyes held my gaze as
someone tipped my head back onto a broad shoulder. We never stopped
moving, these enigmatic dancers never missing a beat as hardness rubbed
against me from both sides. A finger traced down my throat and I think
I sighed, my eyes closing to the sudden assault on my senses as hot
lips sealed on my pulse point, sucking up a dark mark, teeth grazing my
skin.
I jerked, but strong arms slid around me, pinning me back against an
equally strong body. I wanted to touch, to explore, but my arms were
held at my sides, rendering me incapable of everything but dancing and
submitting to whatever these men wanted of me. And that was something I
freely gave, without domination.
With domination…I knew I was lost…