Book three in the Unveiled Seductions series.
Could such a simple touch—his hand over Hervé’s—cause such a reaction? How would the wyvern react to the touch of his lips?
Wanting to know, he leaned in to lick a circle around the other man’s nipple, letting his tongue catch on the ring imbedded there as it passed. A deep growl rumbled through Hervé’s chest and Tala absorbed it, just as he drank in the shudder of pleasure rippling through the muscles beneath his lips. An answering rush of arousal fired through Tala’s veins and he knew, much as he wanted to spend time exploring Hervé’s body, he wouldn’t be able to go slowly.
He’d waited—they’d waited—too long for this.
“There’s—” Hervé’s voice faltered, got lost in a harsh groan as Tala slid closer, began to trail his lips down the rigid abdomen. “Ah Tala. Yes.”
Tala paused, his lips lingering on a shivering ridge of muscle alongside the other man’s navel, the straining cock just another nibbling kiss away. He knew what Hervé wanted, but some impulse made him ask, “Yes, what?”
Hervé’s breath shuddered in, was expelled with a harsh rush. Another inhalation, held for a moment, and then the low, tension-filled reply. “Yes, suck me.”
Releasing his hold on Hervé’s hand, Tala sat up, afire with urgency and also a new, thrilling sense of command, despite the wyvern’s terse request. The knowledge that it was his decision as to whether he complied or not was heady stuff indeed. He touched Hervé’s thigh, testing his own ability to demand, rather than ask. “Open for me.”
The sound the wyvern made as he bent and spread his knees, putting his feet flat on the bed, was like nothing Tala had ever heard before. The rough, sensual moan filled the room with invisible sparks of passion and made the elf’s balls tighten in sympathetic pleasure. And the sight of Hervé completely exposed, intimately vulnerable, utterly aroused, almost took Tala to the edge. This was more than he’d imagined, beyond anything he’d allowed himself to fantasize.
A Little About the Author
After living a checkered past, and despite an avowed disinterest in domesticity, multi-published erotic romance author Anya Richards settled in Ontario, Canada, with husband, kids, an adorable pup and a cat that plots world domination, one food bowl at a time. Her slightly darker alter-ego, Anya Delvay, emerges occasionally to write erotica.
Interested in all things historical and hysterical, Anya describes herself as intensely curious, (although the word ‘nosy’ has been bandied about) and a life-long people-watcher. Using what she’s discovered about people, places and various weird and wonderful things, Anya has written contemporary, historical and paranormal/fantasy romance novels, novellas and short stories for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Cleis Press and Spice Briefs.