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.”
“You’re
schizophrenic?”
“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.”
“Different,
how?”
“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.
