Happy Sunday! I’ve got a long, juicy excerpt for you today, from my M/M paranormal erotic romance Necessary Madness. Hope you enjoy it!
When you’re done with my snog, head back to Victoria’s place for more sexy Sunday kisses!
Both power and love can lead to madness.
Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating.
Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing
to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his
attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction
that appears to be mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of
the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.
“Where will you go when you’re released from here?”
Exhaustion settled on Kyle like a leaden blanket. He sank back into the pillows. “What does it matter?”
Murphy chuckled. “Well, I’d hate to have to come and round you up again the next time we do a sweep.” Then it seemed that he really saw Kyle, saw his complete lack of hope. He placed his hand on Kyle’s forearm, careful not to disrupt the IV drip. His eyes were like a summer sky. “Look, I can see you’re in pain, and I don’t just mean from the ulcer. I’d like to help, if I can.”
Delicious heat blossomed in the bare skin under the older man’s palm. Unshed tears made Kyle’s chest hurt. It has been so long since someone had touched him with any sort of tenderness or concern. “No one can help me,” he said. “Even the shrinks can’t make the pictures go away.”
“How long have you been having these—hallucinations?”
“Since I turned thirteen. The older I get, the worse they become.” Tears welled up, to his extreme embarrassment. He turned away, trying to hide them from his inquisitor. A gentle hand cupped his chin, bringing him back to meet Murphy’s sympathetic gaze. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand it.”
“That’s the current diagnosis. But I don’t think so. The usual drugs don’t work. They deaden my emotions, but they don’t kill the visions. And when I’m not having a spell, I’m more or less sane.” He stopped, familiar guilt overwhelming him. Sane enough to search the papers, looking for, and eventually finding, accounts of the disasters his dreams prefigured. Disasters he could see but not prevent.
Kyle scanned Murphy’s face, trying to read his expression. Some struggle was going on inside the man. His lips were set in a grim line and his brows knotted into a scowl, but his eyes shone with excitement. He still clasped Kyle’s arm, his fingers tense now, digging into the flesh. Kyle placed his own pale hand on top of Murphy’s in a gesture of reassurance. The policeman started as if he’d been burnt.
Kyle felt the shock too, electricity sizzling between them. Murphy snatched his hand away, staring down at his shiny leather boots. When he looked back at Kyle, he seemed to have made a decision.
“I might not be able to do anything to help with your hallucinations, but I can give you a safe place to stay, at least until you recover.”
“I don’t know…” Kyle began. He didn’t want to get mixed up with this cop. The signals were too strong. The man’s sheer physicality unbalanced him. Already, he felt that queasy sensation that presaged his visions. Powerful emotion often triggered his crises.
“No arguments. I live alone. I’ve got plenty of room in my apartment.” The quiet authority in Murphy’s voice sent a delicious thrill up Kyle’s spine. He shivered. Murphy’s tone softened. “Seriously, Kyle, I don’t want to see you back on the streets. Stay at my place for a few days, a week. Give yourself a chance to heal.”
Murphy’s hand rested on Kyle’s thigh, stroking it through the sheet. He seemed unaware of what he was doing, but with every moment, Kyle felt his own resistance melt further.
“Well, I…” All at once, the vision hit, knocking the breath out of him like a punch to the gut.
Terrible doubt. Scalding desire. He was naked, kneeling on a wooden floor. He could feel it bruising his knees, but he didn’t care. A nude man towered over him, corded thighs spread wide, gripping his swollen cock with blunt-fingered hands. Offering Kyle the veined column of flesh. Pressing it against Kyle’s lips.
Kyle opened his mouth, eager to feel the steely hardness on his tongue. He swallowed as much as he could. The man growled and jerked his pelvis forward, sending his cock deep into Kyle’s throat. Kyle clutched the tree-like thighs, struggling to keep his balance. His own cock surged as the man fucked his mouth like a pile driver. Each stroke forced his nose in the man’s musky crotch. Fear lurked at the back of his mind, but the ramrod thrusts battered it into meaningless fragments. There was nothing but two cocks, his own and the one he was sucking, both throbbing, ready to burst, ripe with cum.
The powerful man looming over him roared. He ground his rod against Kyle’s palette. Bitter semen flooded Kyle’s mouth. He drank it down greedily. He felt his own erection pulse, tremble, then explode, painting his belly and thighs with white ropes of sticky cum.
The other man sank to his knees, face to face with Kyle. He reached out to draw Kyle into a kiss, his sapphire eyes gleaming…
“Kyle? Kyle!” Murphy sat on the edge of the bed, shaking him. “What’s wrong? Wake up!”
Kyle blinked, bewildered by the instant transition. The vision was gone, as abruptly as it had arrived. The policeman sat back and searched Kyle’s face.
“You’re back,” he said, finally.
“Yeah.” Kyle felt his cheeks grow hot, remembering the raunchy scene he’d just witnessed. No, participated in.
“Your eyes rolled up. You started to convulse. Then you went deathly still. Did you see something?”
Kyle nodded. “But it was different from usual.”
“I don’t want to talk about it. If you don’t mind.” Kyle smiled to himself. “Could you please go ask the nurse when the doctor’s supposed to come by? I’d like to get out of here.”
“Sure.” Murphy gave him a half grin then headed for the door, strength coiled in every movement. Kyle buzzed with secret excitement. He’d just seen a vision of the future, a true vision if his past experience was any judge. And for the first time, it wasn’t a disaster.
At least, he hoped it wasn’t.