Blurb
Micah Faraday is an incubus with a rough past, one that includes being held captive by not one, but two psychotic madmen, and having a rough time acclimating to believing he’s worth being loved, let alone being a person. Surviving day by day isn’t really living it, and one day Micah made the decision to die. Of course, until he makes the mistake of binding himself to the phoenix named Erik Anderson.
Erik is exactly what Micah needs but doesn’t think he wants: grounded, stable, reliable, and he doesn’t know when to give up. He seeks to understand Micah and to help him through his pain, but he also has to contend with a world he’s not familiar with.
In the midst of all of the chaos that surrounds them, Micah and Erik go on a journey of learning to trust and understanding that some of the worst choices we’ve made end up being the best ones after all.
Story Excerpt:
Micah Faraday was royally screwed, and not in the good way most incubi would have liked.
It all started when he brought Erik Anderson into his life. Saving the man by binding himself to Erik hadn’t been a part of his life plan, but there was a little seed of thought inside of Micah that told him that if he could provide an inkling of good in the world by saving a life, then he wouldn’t die completely useless. He hadn’t counted on Erik actually wanting to be with him, though.
The moment the mating bond snapped into place between the two of them, Micah knew he was screwed, because there was an actual chance that Erik actually wanted him, and Micah couldn’t admit to himself that he —no, yearned for—another person to like him.
Now, he had someone who wanted him. Erik was many things to Micah even though they’d only been mated a short while. The phoenix was a lot of unknowns, certainly, but the one thing Micah knew about the man was that they were bound together irreversibly, and it seemed Erik was okay with that, much to Micah’s surprise and chagrin.
And they hadn’t had sex, well, ever, though that wasn’t so much a problem since they’d only been mated for three weeks. Although, Micah definitely felt the pangs of hunger inside him, a hunger that wouldn’t be sated by any meal, and it was something that only Erik could give him. As an incubus, he needed to feed in other ways than just eating food. Being bound to someone else just made this need stronger, this need to feed, to play with, and to devour the man he was bound to.
Not to mention the fact that the man with wild, blond hair, ice-blue eyes and a perpetual, lopsided grin on his face was like sex on a stick. Micah needed to mentally fan himself whenever he even turned to look at Erik, and something inside him constantly tried to propel him into Erik’s arms. He needed to stay away.
Because of the way he was trying hard not to feed from Erik, Micah’s mind trailed off from time to time into some state where he constantly felt exhausted, sometimes to the point of catatonia. It felt as though the world around his would cease to exist, and it brought him some peace of mind even as he sat there, unresponsive.
Back when he had been abducted, so much of his time was spent feeling the rhythm of a machine press into him on all ends that there were times that he almost felt one with the machine. Every so often, when his body throbbed, he could feel everything around him disappear, and he would be sucked into his thoughts, daydreaming and not paying attention to anything else, really.
Much like this moment, where Micah was seated in the middle of an apartment in Hell’s Kitchen, the apartment he now lived in with his newfound “mate.” A whole group of his roommates were seated in the living room. Erik was waving his hand about in front of Micah’s face to try and capture his attention, and two couples were off on the other side staring at him like he’d just lost his head. Zack had an arm draped over the back of the couch, with one leg drawn up while Rain was leaning forward, his legs splayed out in a comfortable sitting position, his fingers tented.
Then there was Kai, who was settled right against Darius, his head against the gargantuan man’s shoulder. Erik, of course, was to one side, with that lopsided, sexy-as-sin grin on his face and the way his arm draped over the back of the couch, his body language just screaming honest and open and everything Micah just wanted to touch and feel and…do a lot of other things to.
Micah was so deep, deep into his reverie that he hadn’t realized he was actually talking to a group of people. One minute he was listening to Kai tell a story, when Erik’s arm tightened around him slightly and he careened into oblivion. Part of it was extreme hunger.
Times like these, Micah missed the freedom of being able to feed from the energy of the world around him. Now, it was as though everything was funneled—and amplified—by the big, Nordic-looking lug beside him. It was just one of the many double-edged swords when he bound himself to Erik weeks ago. When Erik started to feel worried, Micah lost the already tenuous supply of energy he had, and it made his mind attempt to shut down to try and conserve what little energy he had left inside him.
But he knew he couldn’t. Micah could see the looks on the faces of his friends and he had to come back. He blinked rapidly, before turning to the source of the voice trying to talk to him.
“Earth to Micah, come in, Micah,” Kai said. “You still with us, space cadet?”
“Huh, what?” Micah blinked and turned to Kai. “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…”
“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Kai grinned.
“No, not specifically,” Micah said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as a tinge of red appeared on his cheeks. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Party pooper. No, seriously, we’re worried. You’ve been spacing out a lot.” Kai frowned.
“Not to mention, you’ve gotten pretty pale.”
“It’s just incubi stuff, don’t worry,” Micah replied, waving a hand absently. “Nothing to be worried about.”
Adult Excerpt:
The world around Micah was reduced to the sensations of his lover’s kiss and their embrace. Erik’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked Micah’s bottom lip almost harshly, demanding and needy all at once as he kissed his mate. The way Erik’s stomach flexed, rigid and hard against his own softer, smoother frame, as well as the tension of the larger man’s arms as Erik drew himself closer, threatened to engulf Micah in his sultry warmth, like moth to a flame. Erik tasted so sweet—sinful, even—almost like warm, melted chocolate engulfing him with velvety softness. Micah craved more, trying to tangle his tongue against Erik’s, but their kiss ended all too soon.
Their lips finally parted with a soft suckle. Micah looked up to see Erik’s ice-blue eyes dilated, and his lips parted as he panted. The phoenix’s arms tensed, grasping the wall. Micah could even hear his mate’s nails scrape against the wood.
“You taste real good,” Erik murmured, his voice just a bit lower and more guttural than usual. Instead of retching like Micah did whenever somebody used a pet name on him, the term of endearment actually made something in his stomach do some form of a flip.
“No, no I’m not,” Micah said, his cheeks puffing up as he turned his eyes away, trying to sound as menacing as possible while his hands went up into the messy mop of near neck-length blond hair that Erik had. His fingers curled into them, combing through the locks as he peered up into his mate’s eyes, dragging his gaze along Erik’s form. It took him another few moments to speak, looking up to see an amused expression on his mate’s face. “Your hair is, though.”
“Was that a legitimate attempt at flirting?” Erik chuckled. He pressed his kiss-swollen lips right up against Micah’s once more, lightly pecking the incubus’s lips. “That was awful.” He took that moment, though, to grasp his smaller lover’s body up from the wall and hoist over to the bed, dropping the man unceremoniously onto the mattress, and making Micah bounce slightly from the force.
“No it wasn’t. I wasn’t flirting. Sh–shut up!” Micah stammered and turned to look away, his face turning bright, bright red and heat prickling at his face. He collected himself as he tried to pull away from the phoenix, curling up into a little ball near the headboard.
“Micah, look at me, pretty,” Erik drawled in a whisper.
“N–no.” There was a petulance in his voice, even as Micah stammered. “You’re making fun of me. Also, I hate that name. Can’t you just call me Micah?”
Erik’s voice was filled with mirth. “No, I wasn’t. You’re cute and I like it, so stop hiding yourself away, all right? Come on, Micah. Look at me.”
If it weren’t for the fact that Erik stopped saying the word pretty and actually called Micah by his real name, he wouldn’t have looked.
Micah turned his gaze slowly to see Erik’s hands grasping the edges of his shirt. Almost in time with the sweep of Micah’s eyes upward, Erik undressed right before him, revealing his broad, muscled frame. Micah’s eyes were drawn to the perfect hills of his lover’s abdomen, to the small treasure trail of dark blond hair that surrounded his lover’s peach-colored nipples down into his pants. The incubus’ breath hitched. His fingers clenched around the covers of the bed. In that moment, there was only Erik, and suddenly Micah felt so warm in the clothes he wore that he began to perspire just a bit.
Erik, of course, didn’t look so fazed, though he did permeate arousal in every movement of his body. In fact, he’d started to remove his pants, too, revealing a cock that was already pointed up, smacking against his belly right below his belly button. He grinned and his head lifted, tongue darting out to lick over his lips. Like a panther, he stalked forward, crawling up the bed until he loomed right over Micah in all his naked glory.
Micah couldn’t believe this was happening. He wanted so badly to resist, but his impulse control was shot to hell. Erik was fulfilling his mate’s needs and desires at that moment, the cloud of passion and energy permeating them both fueling Micah. It wasn’t just his lust, either. Micah could feel his strength coming back to him, flowing back into him. The small incubus didn’t know that it could feel like this.
From the many stories Micah had heard about incubi who’d bonded who didn’t at least have sex once a week with their partners, it was a wonder he was still alive.
True, he’d already been weak and starving for some time, but he was able to get by just from feeding off of the happiness of the people around him, and it wasn’t such a big problem without being bonded. An unbound cubi could simply feast on whoever they desired, eating up the pleasure—which was also why they were so sexual—of almost everyone around them and ensuring their survival. But now, it was different. With Erik and their bond in the picture, his body now craved and yearned for nourishment from the phoenix. After all, Micah’s life now depended on a single person.
Deep in his reverie, he hadn’t even realized that Erik had removed his pants, though his shirt remained on his body. It was only when he was being flipped over, his face resting against the mattress and his legs in the air, held in place by Erik’s strong arms, that Micah was able to realize what was happening. Erik’s face pressed in between his cheeks, making Micah’s eyes widen in surprise. “E–Erik, what are you doing—ah!”
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Author Bio
Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.
He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)
Visit his website at: http://freyortega.wordpress.com/
Email him at: freyortegawrites@gmail.com
You can like his Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/writerfreyortega/.
His Facebook profile is https://www.facebook.com/freyortegawrites/.
Blurb
Kai Huang is a romantic who dreams of finding the one, and living a happily-ever-after since being disowned by his parents. To top it off, Kai has been having strange, prophetic dreams, and all of them are about one man. One day he sees that man in the form of Darius at a party and he’s drawn like moth to a flame.
Darius (or Artaxerxes, as he is called) is a demon whose latest mission was to make sure this madman of a vampire stayed alive, although he failed. Guarded and untrusting, Darius has never been in a relationship, so when fate decides to bring them together, Darius is shocked to find out that Kai is his mate.
Not all is well, however, when Kai and his friends are attacked by a supernatural force during a party. While the answers they seek are uncertain, Kai’s dreams hold the key to solving the mystery, as well as changing his life forever.
Story Excerpt:
“What’s going on? First thing I see when I get back from entertaining a bunch of guests is Kai hopping around like he’s a madman,” Ethan said, seeing Kai trying to pump himself up. “Whatever it is, I like it. Are you getting into exercise while we’re here, or just hopped up on the champagne and cupcakes?”
“First of all, that’s a really dumb observation, dear,” Kai deadpanned. “Second of all, I have a really sassy comment to the champagne and cupcakes that I’ll bet you’ll get a laugh out of later, but thirdly, no. I’m about to ask someone out.”
“Oh, is it Artaxerxes?” Ethan suddenly asked. “Also, it is so not a dumb observation. And I’m definitely going to ask you about that sassy comment later.”
“What? How do you even know?”
“You’re not exactly the paragon of subtlety, you know. Besides, we’ve seen you, and the entire time you guys have been talking, you’ve been stealing glances at the big guy over there! You should go for it. He might just be waiting for your approach,” Ethan admitted, and Adam merely nodded.
“It’s not like I was being rude by staring at him. Wouldn’t it be rude if I just went up to him? We’re not even properly introduced. I should wait. Maybe you should introduce me. Or wait, maybe we should—”
“Okay, first of all, you’re babbling. Second of all, if this were a bar or a club, would you be concerned about being properly introduced? If you like someone, sometimes you have to be the one to introduce yourself,” Rain said. “Why all the fuss about being proper all of the sudden, anyway? It’s like you’ve turned into your parents.”
“Low blow, man.” Jayce gently nudged Rain to the side. Kai looked like he’d just been hit, and hard. It took a moment, but Kai remembered that this was Rain he was talking to, the man who could offend Mother Teresa himself with his bluntness, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“That’s the worst thing you could have said. I am so not like my parents!” Kai gasped, his eyes wide in shock, eyebrows furrowed as though he were angry. Because he was, but only for that brief moment. “First of all, if I was like my parents, you would be hearing from me about our lifestyle and some form of gay agenda.”
“Then why so concerned about propriety all of a sudden?” Rain said. “Sometimes it’s good to be rude, to be able to get what you want. Also, sorry about comparing you to your parents. I forgot it was a touchy subject.”
“I think what my smart-mouth boyfriend means to say with that earlier question is that you aren’t usually so concerned about being proper if you’re just looking to be someone’s friend. It’s not like you’re asking him to hop into bed with you,” Zack added, just as Kai was about to reply something that seemed vaguely angry. “At least, that’s not what you were thinking of doing, right?”
“Of course not!” Kai took a moment, taking a deep breath. “I just kind of wanted to talk to him. He’s…dreamy. I think that much I can say.”
“He has it bad,” Dmitri said, a wide grin appearing on his face. “Poor Artie. He doesn’t know what’s coming to him.”
“Hey! I resent that!” Kai said, his cheeks puffing up angrily as he sent a glare Dmitri’s way. His six friends suddenly burst out into laughter. Kai looked around in bewilderment for a second before clearing his throat, his face red. He turned away from them, crossing his arms, grunting in dissatisfaction.
“Aw, don’t be angry, Kai.” Ethan grinned.
“And besides, if anything, I don’t think you were being rude at all,” Jayce said diplomatically, almost immediately. Where Kai was concerned, Jayce was definitely often the one who thought the most about his words. “We’re saying that you should go for it, and if you decide to, we have your back.”
“That’s exactly what I said, several sassy comments and quips earlier!” Ethan said in exasperation. “Do people just not listen to me?” He turned toward his husband-to-be.
“For what it’s worth, I listen to you. But from what I can tell, your friends have a history of ignoring you…Then again, you guys seem to ignore each other quite often. Just as often as you guys listen to each other, in fact.” Adam grinned.
“He gets it. He’s definitely one of us, now.” Kai nodded. A little part of him did appreciate the support. It gave him the strength not to chicken out, first and foremost, but it also helped him realize that maybe what they were saying was right.
There was no point in wasting time when he could be talking to Artaxerxes right now. Seeing the man finally turn away and speak to one of the guests to his side, Kai finally took the first few steps forward to take the plunge and ask the man out.
As his eyes closed and he jumped in place, psyching himself up, he didn’t realize that his friends had stopped talking altogether around him. He also didn’t quite realize the shadow being cast over him. It was the shadow of a large man, the very same man he had been eyeing from the other side of the party.
His friends were all standing about in surprise, trying to keep their grins and soft chuckles to themselves, when finally, a hand tapped on Kai’s shoulder. Surprise registered in his expression and he turned, finding himself staring into a set of stormy, silver-gray eyes that made his heart skip a beat.
It was like something inside them spoke, and he could hear it reverberate in his heart and mind. Mine.
Adult Excerpt:
It took a moment for Kai’s lips to finally part, allowing the demanding entry of Darius’s tongue into his mouth. Darius was insatiable, claiming, taking, their teeth pressed together because he just couldn't get enough. He wanted more, wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him, and he wanted more of Kai slowly undulating his hips up and down to press his still-covered erection against Darius’s stomach.
Minutes passed until Darius finally removed himself from Kai’s lips, allowing both of them time to breathe. Kai’s hands were finally on Darius’s crotch, making the much taller man arch his back and groan when those fingers closed around the tent of his cock. Even against the sturdiest of cloth, his need shone through. Kai had to grin, using both of his hands to fumble and tug on Darius’s slacks.
Chuckling, the demon unbuttoned his pants and threw them off in record time, revealing the fact that he had actually gone commando. His thick cock sprung forth from a well-groomed thatch of hair that curled all around it, even on his balls.
Kai’s expression couldn't have been more in awe when he saw Darius’s body fully uncovered for the first time. It made the demon want to preen, his muscles flexing slightly, showing off every contour of his well-trained, well-maintained flesh.
Well, it was well-maintained only because of his strict regimen. If this had been a few months ago, he would have looked starved and thin.
Wasting no more time, he pulled and tugged on Kai’s pants, pulling down even the human's underwear in the same swoop and finding himself face-to-face with smooth, silky and trimmed black locks covering a cock that was pointed right at Darius accusingly, perfectly erect.
Darius grinned, giving out a soft chuckle and engulfing the tip of Kai’s shaft in the soft warmth of his lips. The human gasped, his back arching. A small spurt of pre-cum blasted onto Darius’s tongue, telling him how sensitive the untouched organ was.
A virgin, and sensitive, Darius thought with a grin, slurping against the tip of that shaft. Or perhaps the latter was an effect of the former?
Kai bit down on the back of his fist. His eyes glimmered in intense arousal, his body shifting as his cock was slowly enveloped in the warmth of Darius’s mouth.
“Ah, Artaxerxes,” Kai moaned softly, making Darius gently pop the pre-cum-seeping shaft out of his lips to grin up at the human writhing underneath him, rocking his hips forward and back.
“Darius.”
“What?” Kai was shaken out of his reverie for a moment, turning toward the demon. Darius only grinned, softly lapping at the glans of Kai's cock, sliding the thin muscle up and down with the tip of his tongue, then dipping into the slit on the tip, making the human bite his lower lip.
“Call me Darius.”
“Is that your first name?” Kai panted softly in between harsh breaths, taking in air and rocking his hips, because Darius seemed intent on torturing and teasing the poor human in between words. “Ah!” Kai sat up straight and held tight onto the sheets below him, his skin dappled in sweat.
“You could say that,” Darius said, before immediately taking more of that shaft. No more preamble, nothing other than focusing on the pleasure of the human. After all, he promised to make this good. From the soft whining noises and the sharp intake of breath he’d heard, Kai was close to reaching his peak. “And no one else can find out.”
Those words were breathed out in soft finality. The demon immediately suckled the entirety of Kai’s shaft with a little hum of appreciation, and the human’s toes curled as he gasped.
Just from a few good slurps of his lips around that perfect cock, Darius saw the human come undone. No matter, Darius thought, grinning around Kai’s shaft. The plethora of emotions registering on the human's face was, all on its own, an aphrodisiac for the demon.
Darius’s head gently moved back and forth, sucking up that cock and then slowly going down, prolonging his lover’s agony. Kai’s hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath him, his legs splayed on either side. His body jolted, twitching, hips jerking up and down when it finally hit him. In thick spurts, Kai’s seed landed inside Darius’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he felt the human’s body twitch and let loose.
Excellent. The demon popped off of the human's shaft, seeing that it hadn’t deflated in the least bit. With a soft pop, Darius grinned at Kai and brought his lips down to the human’s. Kai’s chest slowly raised and lowered with each inhale and exhale, their tongues entangling in a slow, sinuous caress. “Mm,” Kai moaned into their kiss, tasting his seed for the first time.
The sound of their kiss echoed around the dark, empty bedroom when Darius looked down into Kai’s eyes.
The only thing the demon could see in those pools were need and lust, perhaps because he, too, needed and lusted after the human that was staring right back at him, and it pleased Darius enough that he could feel a jolt of desire course through his body. A grin formed on the demon’s face when he finally cupped Kai’s chin, tilting it upward gently.
“Lift up your legs a little,” Darius commanded, his voice smooth, yet commanding, somewhat steely in the way he said it. “I want to taste more of you.”
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Buy Link- http://www.bookstrand.com/passionate-premonition
Author Bio
Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay variety. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago called the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University in Manila, with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology.
Primarily, he works as a writer, a novelist, sometimes a video game journalist, and overall a homebody who spends way too much time on the internet.
He loves writing about people, especially people of all different shapes, sizes and backgrounds, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.)
Visit his website at: http://freyortega.wordpress.com/
Email him at: freyortegawrites@gmail.com
You can like his Facebook page at: http://www.facebook.com/writerfreyortega/.
His Facebook profile is: https://www.facebook.com/freyortegawrites/.
