Thursday, January 19, 2012

Betrayed by DC Juris

Author Name: DC Juris

Book Title: Betrayed

Genre: m/m fantasy, BDSM

Publisher: Breathless Press

Purchase: Here

Format: Adobe Acrobat, Palm DOC/iSolo, Microsoft Reader, Mobipocket (.prc and .mobi), Rocket, Epub

Two years after he lost his soul mate to the war, Faldor still pines for Meldrick. His world is turned upside down when Meldrick appears on his doorstep late one night, seemingly back from the dead. Finally escaped from a prison camp, Meldrick protects a dark secret—one that could rip their rekindled love apart if Faldor ever learned the truth. But the longer they're together, the more questions come up. What really happened two years ago? How did Meldrick escape the prison camp after so long? Is Meldrick still the man Faldor fell in love with? Can Meldrick reconcile who he is with who he was and move beyond his treachery, or will betrayal win?

Excerpt: R rated
Objections sprang to his mind, but Meldrick ignored them. Trust me, Faldor had said. He owed Faldor his trust. He eased himself down, curled his legs underneath him, and pillowed his head on Faldor’s lap. Faldor’s hands roved over him, rubbing his arms, his neck, his back, down his thigh and back up again. The warmth of Faldor’s touch was a soothing balm to his frazzled spirit. Meldrick stiffened as Faldor’s hand dipped a little lower in its exploration. “Fal...”

Faldor’s hands stopped immediately. “I won’t do anything you say nay to, and I’ll stop anytime you ask me to. But trust me for a moment or two.”

Meldrick gnawed on his lower lip, but at length he nodded. Faldor continued the touches, teasing and petting his body, stroking his hair. He shivered as Faldor lifted the bottom of his tunic and pressed one hand to his chest, slid the other hand down into his breeches. Meldrick’s hips surged forward the moment Faldor’s flesh met his, and a moan escaped his lips.

Faldor leaned down and pressed kisses to Meldrick’s temples as he worked Meldrick’s cock with long, slow strokes. “Seek what you need, my love. Let me give it to you.”

Unable to bear Faldor’s touch in silence, Meldrick cried out, rocking his hips. But as the pleasure soared through him, so did the doubt and self-revulsion, unwelcome as the emotions were. He tried to push them away, tried to focus on the feel of Faldor’s hand, warm and tight, the feel of Faldor’s soft, pliant lips.

Meldrick became aware of a distant, almost phantom itch some- where in his body, though he couldn’t quite place where. He clawed at his arms even as he realized what he felt wasn’t an itch at all, but a need. While Faldor’s touch made his cock hard and his heart flutter, it wasn’t enough. He needed—the gods save him—he needed pain.

He shook his head and tried to push Faldor away. He didn’t think poorly of anyone who did that kind of thing—what two (or more) adults did was their own business, so long as they were agreed on it. But Faldor wouldn’t agree to this out of mutual interest—only in the interest of pleasing Meldrick. And that was something Meldrick couldn’t allow. But the more he struggled to get away, the tighter Faldor held him.

“It’s all right,” Faldor murmured. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Tears rolled freely down Meldrick’s cheeks. “I know.” And that was the problem.


Be sure to check out the author interview with DC Juris to find out more about his writing.

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