In the sizzling final installment of the "Prince's Defiant Servant" series, farm boy Garin gets his last helping of gay romance and dangerous intrigue as the servant of the notorious Prince Alar.
Garin and Prince Alar embark upon a desperate mission to restore the prince to his throne. Their quest brings them both face-to-face with their darkest fears, their deepest desires, and the deadly secrets of their pasts. In their final journey, they experience wild sex and tender comfort, passionate lovemaking and a brutal fight to the death. In the final battle, one of them is badly wounded, and hovers between life and death. Will Prince Alar and Garin survive to find their happily ever after?
This steamy 27,000-word (110 page) erotic romance contains gay BDSM, rope bondage, hurt-comfort, a dramatic duel, a harrowing bedside vigil, a defiant servant, and a dangerous yet sensual prince rumored to be the son of a fallen angel!
All characters are 18 or older. Read a sensual excerpt below:
"How do you feel?" My voice emerged in a whisper.
He drew himself up to his full height, his chin lifting arrogantly. "Kneel."
I fell to my knees so quickly that they banged painfully against the floor. But I didn't care. I knelt, trembling, waiting for his next order.
He folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head, as if he was deciding what to do with me. I squirmed uncomfortably. For a long while, he stood silently and watched me. The more tormented I felt, the more amused he seemed.
Finally, when I felt as if I would combust from frustration, he took a step toward me. And stopped.
I ground my teeth. I longed to run to him- or crawl to him- but he had commanded me to kneel. I could not bring myself to move until he ordered me to do so.
He took another step toward me. And another. His scent of flame and musk grew stronger.
"Unlace me," he ordered.
I eagerly reached up.
"With your teeth."
I dropped my hands to my sides, and caught the dangling end of one lace in my mouth. I gave it a pull, unraveling it. But a knot held tight. Delicately, feeling with my tongue, I managed to catch a single leather lace in teeth, and tugged at it. It held fast, slipping out from my grip again and again.
His scent and heat filled my senses, and the taste of the leather filled my mouth, making it difficult for me to concentrate. I wondered if he too was struggling to hold back, with my warm mouth and breath so near. I glanced up, and saw his head thrown back, his eyes closed. That spurred me to greater efforts. I managed to catch the damn slippery lace between two teeth, and slowly teased it free.
His breeches fell down around his ankles.
"May I?" I whispered.
Garin and Prince Alar embark upon a desperate mission to restore the prince to his throne. Their quest brings them both face-to-face with their darkest fears, their deepest desires, and the deadly secrets of their pasts. In their final journey, they experience wild sex and tender comfort, passionate lovemaking and a brutal fight to the death. In the final battle, one of them is badly wounded, and hovers between life and death. Will Prince Alar and Garin survive to find their happily ever after?
This steamy 27,000-word (110 page) erotic romance contains gay BDSM, rope bondage, hurt-comfort, a dramatic duel, a harrowing bedside vigil, a defiant servant, and a dangerous yet sensual prince rumored to be the son of a fallen angel!
All characters are 18 or older. Read a sensual excerpt below:
"How do you feel?" My voice emerged in a whisper.
He drew himself up to his full height, his chin lifting arrogantly. "Kneel."
I fell to my knees so quickly that they banged painfully against the floor. But I didn't care. I knelt, trembling, waiting for his next order.
He folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head, as if he was deciding what to do with me. I squirmed uncomfortably. For a long while, he stood silently and watched me. The more tormented I felt, the more amused he seemed.
Finally, when I felt as if I would combust from frustration, he took a step toward me. And stopped.
I ground my teeth. I longed to run to him- or crawl to him- but he had commanded me to kneel. I could not bring myself to move until he ordered me to do so.
He took another step toward me. And another. His scent of flame and musk grew stronger.
"Unlace me," he ordered.
I eagerly reached up.
"With your teeth."
I dropped my hands to my sides, and caught the dangling end of one lace in my mouth. I gave it a pull, unraveling it. But a knot held tight. Delicately, feeling with my tongue, I managed to catch a single leather lace in teeth, and tugged at it. It held fast, slipping out from my grip again and again.
His scent and heat filled my senses, and the taste of the leather filled my mouth, making it difficult for me to concentrate. I wondered if he too was struggling to hold back, with my warm mouth and breath so near. I glanced up, and saw his head thrown back, his eyes closed. That spurred me to greater efforts. I managed to catch the damn slippery lace between two teeth, and slowly teased it free.
His breeches fell down around his ankles.
"May I?" I whispered.
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