Strength
is found when surrendering to destiny.
Graham
has suffered way too much at the hands of the Nall.
Ever since he was enslaved after the invasion, he’s been raped and
tortured by the Alasharian Supreme Commander and his cohorts.
Condemned to die by hanging for his part in the human rebellion,
Graham gives in to the inevitable, no longer caring if he lives or
dies. But an unexpected event occurs and, at the last moment, Graham
is saved.
Balor
is a guard to the Nall,
but he’s also a part of the growing rebellion among the
Alasharians. When one of the Nall’s advisors
enlists his help in getting a human prisoner to safety, Balor comes
to his aid. Startled by the soul match hum that sparks to life when
he touches Graham, but unable to do anything about it, Balor is
determined to protect his human match at all costs. When Advisor Oman
arrives on the scene to rescue Balor as he helps Graham to escape, it
becomes clear that yet another alien/human triad is forming—even if
Graham may never accept being bonded to two aliens after the trauma
he’s endured at the hands of Alasharians.
The
time has come to depart to the secret military complex where the
human and Alasharian allies will stage their final assault against
the Nall and
the Void. Families are reunited and others torn apart as they prepare
for battle. The allies fear what will become of them all if Chris,
the special human Sha
Sha Ar has
chosen as their spiritual leader, is no longer there to guide them.
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Graham
lowered his
head, remaining
silent. A
heaviness
enveloped Balor
and his
chest tightened.
The hum
still hovered
in the
background, still
wove them
together as
three, but
his Ahna
Graham’s
spirit struggled
against the
pull. Balor
shuddered. He’d
be shattered
if Graham
were to
refuse to
stay with
them. Just
having him
near to
serve or
lie with
in his
arms at
night was
all he’d
ever need.
Graham
regarded him with a furrowed brow, his eyes shining. “Kiss me.”
Balor
sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you sure?”
Graham’s
mouth twitched and the ache in Balor’s chest lightened.
“Yes,
Nasha.
I’m
sure.”
Balor
nodded clumsily.
If only
I
was
better
at
the
kissing.
He’d
be lost
when it
came to
anything else.
He leaned
in right
as Graham
did until
they were
close enough
to breathe
each other’s
air. Balor
didn’t
realize that
Graham had
released Oman’s
hand until
he’d
brought it
up to
cup his
cheek. His
palm was
warm, damp
with the
sweat that
had built
between his
and Oman’s
skin.
Graham
brushed his
lips over
Balor’s,
the hum
building as
he licked
at his
mouth. Oh,
magical.
He opened
up to
his Ahna,
anxious to
taste him
for the
first time
and to
share with
him the
same intimacy
he’d
experienced with
Oman. Balor
clutched Graham’s
arm when
he deepened
the kiss,
dizzy with
how much
he desired
his mate.
His haro
lengthened, but
remained trapped
in the
jock of
his guard
dress.
Graham
dipped his
tongue into
Balor’s
mouth over
and over,
exploring him,
angling his
head with
each thrust
as if
to sample
as much
of him
as he
could. The
pressure of
Balor’s
constrictive
clothing against
his rigid
shaft bordered
on the
painful. More,
Ahna.
So
good.
The
vibration of the soul match intensified and Balor didn’t think he
could stop himself from going too far with Graham. He curled his
fingers in the soft fabric of the plain shirt Graham wore in the
hopes that he could prevent himself from touching him anywhere else.
Graham abruptly broke the kiss and Balor let out a gasp, his chest
heaving as he tried to regain his senses.
Graham
quested beneath
Balor’s
thick clumps
of hair
then wrapped
his palm
around Balor’s
nape. The
firm grip
kept him
anchored with
his Ahna,
the hum
retreating a
bit from
their previous
passion, but
still awake.
Graham
tugged at the scooped collar of Oman’s robe, pulling him closer to
them both.
“You
now. Kiss me.”
Graham’s
voice had rasped out the command and Oman chuckled in response before
smashing his mouth to Graham’s. Balor moaned, his mates exquisite
in their joining. Graham squeezed his neck while he ravished Oman’s
mouth. Balor hadn’t released Graham’s shirt either, and he
reached for the arm Oman had curled around Graham’s waist. He laid
his hand on top of Oman’s and the moment that all three of them
were touching simultaneously, the hum burst to life, knocking the air
from his lungs.
Graham
tore away
from Oman’s
kiss, crying
out. “Fuck!
I need
you both,
goddammit.” He
turned to
Balor. “Get
out of
those clothes.
I want
to see
you, touch
you.” Graham
licked his
lips. “But
you can’t
touch me.
Understand?”
Balor
nodded eagerly.
“Whatever you
wish, Ahna
Graham.”
About
the Author
Author
Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving
men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or
floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever
their filthy little hearts desire. Even though she’s been crafting
her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share—her
adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s
been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists along
with three series’ titles receiving recognition in the Rainbow Book
Awards.
Once
upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured
the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently
resides on the North Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing
about hot men, she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local
Karaoke bar patrons.
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Thank you for hosting me Lisabet! :-)
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