The Prince’s Defiant Slave 2: The Hunt (Reluctant Gay BDSM Erotic Romance)
In this sizzling sequel to “The Prince’s Defiant Slave,” farm boy Garin gets a second helping of decadent sex, humiliation, and dangerous intrigue as the sex slave of the notorious Prince Alar.
A sizzling 14,000-word tale of reluctant gay BDSM.
All characters are 18 or over. More
In this sizzling sequel to “The Prince’s Defiant Slave,” farm boy Garin gets a second helping of decadent sex, humiliation, and dangerous intrigue as the slave of the notorious Prince Alar.
When the arrogant prince is taunted over his attachment to his new slave, he tries to prove that Garin means nothing to him by forcing him to publicly play a humiliating sex game, “The Hunt.” And on a royal hunting trip, a sexual encounter in the prince’s tent reveals a darker side still.
But when Garin stumbles into an assassination attempt meant for Alar, the icy prince is badly wounded saving Garin’s life. Garin and Alar end up alone in the woods and forced to depend on each other. Alar’s feverish confessions give Garin insight into his master’s tragic past and enigmatic actions. But can their fragile new bond survive a return to the treachery and decadence of the palace?
This sizzling 14,000-word tale of reluctant gay BDSM contains hurt-comfort, palace intrigue, sword fights, a defiant slave, and a dangerous yet sensual prince rumored to be the son of a fallen angel!
All characters are 18 or older. Read a steamy excerpt below:
The river was far to wild to bathe in, but it had carved out several stiller pools along its banks. Prince Alar immediately stripped bare and plunged into one, ducking his head and rinsing out his hair. I followed suit, enjoying the bracing coolness of the water and the chance to strip myself of layers of sweat and grime.
After a while, I reluctantly climbed out and washed all of our clothes in a different pool and hung them on branches to dry. When I was done, I turned and found myself face to face with the prince, also nude.
It was the first time I had seen him fully naked in sunlight. I boldly looked him over. His chest was still bandaged, and his collarbones and ribs and hips were prominent. He had lost weight during his ordeal. But he still had his corded muscles, and if anything, his thinness only emphasized the shocking beauty of his face. He was still white as snow, but his ashen pallor was gone.
We stood looking at each other, as if seeing each other for the first time. I was still his slave. He was still a prince. But I had held his life in my hands, as he had held mine, and neither of us had chosen to throw it away. I no longer feared him.
“I saw your back in the cave, when you were fevered,” I said. “What are those markings?”
Icy rage flashed into his eyes. Then I saw his face change as he chose to set it aside. “I do not know. I was born with them. My mother and Sesuldo had them too.”
To my astonishment, he walked up to me, then turned his back. “You may touch them, if you wish.”
I swallowed. Standing so close, I could feel the heat rising up from his body— not fever heat, but the natural warmth returning after his dip in the pool. He could probably feel mine as well.
I put my hand on his back, and felt him draw in his breath. It was well-muscled, with fine-grained silken skin. I could not see the birthmark, like folded wings. But when I traced my fingers along his back, I could feel it. The texture of his skin was slightly different there, more delicate, like the skin under one’s eyes.
“I can feel them,” I whispered.
He turned, letting my hands slide around his back with the movement, until they touched his chest. His face and throat were flushed.
I slid down, until I was kneeling before him.