I want to say congrats for reaching the bestseller list!
- #52 in Kindle Store > Kindle eBooks > Literature & Fiction > Erotica > LGBT > Gay
Athol was one of
those secondary characters in a book that grabbed me, and it seems my readers.
He was funny, compassionate and, oh my, a Dom.
When he first
appeared in Master, book one of Dommisimma, he immediately grabbed my
attention. Funny, compassionate and oh my, a Dom all right. Someone who could
make fun about himself, and admit he'd screwed up, but still more than capable
of helping others.
We knew he was
missing his one true love, but not who he was, or why they'd split. This is
their story.
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When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from being with the man he loves…
Athol Donaldson has lost many people in his life—his lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth mourning over. Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on causing more trouble from beyond the grave.
It forces Athol to seek out the one man he has never forgotten.
Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip through his fingers again. He lost him once, and as they're forced to pull together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl, their love for each other blossoms once more.
Surely, being Doms doesn't mean they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their final undoing?
Athol couldn't believe the rush of
adrenalin that coursed through him. Every nerve end tingled. To know they just
might be getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that one swipe of Edan's tongue
anywhere on his body would make him come. Slight
exaggeration, but not much. He swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Well we could do, but then seeing
as I came up with the idea, do you want to go first?"
"Fuck first—talk later?" Edan
smiled. "Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed and let's explore
again."
That was jumping in with a vengeance. Was
revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once done never forgotten?
He'd soon find out.
Athol decided it felt strange to have
Edan watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it carefully down the
sensitive skin of his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense, Athol's hands shook,
as he held the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zip teeth wasn't a good
omen.
"You going to reciprocate?"
Athol asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock. The head glistened
with pre cum, and Edan's indrawn breath, told him more than words that the
sight excited both of them.
"Who's the, ah fuck it, lets just both
ask and receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and undid his belt buckle in
a hurry. "Last one naked loses the next decision."
Athol laughed as his shoes caught in his
jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the footwear. It wasn’t
possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he grinned and pushed
Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims around his ankles. He
waved his legs in the air.
"Cheat."
"Yeah." Athol jumped and landed
on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed Edan to hold him close, and
thrust his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.
This kiss was different. As Edan's male,
musky, scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He'd missed this man
as if a limb had been severed. His man his other half, was finally here with
him.
But
for how long? Athol
pushed the thought away and concentrated on using his tongue to touch the
inside of Edan's lips, and then stroke over the roof of Edan's mouth.
Edan responded in an equally aggressive
manner. His teeth grazed Athol's tongue and his lips sucked the flesh. Athol
scrabbled for the waistband of Edan's half removed denims and shoved for all
his worth, to get them away from Edan's body. In the back of his mind, he
noticed Edan performed the same act with his, Athol's, jeans. How they managed
without unlocking their lips Athol had no idea, and didn't care. All he desired
was Edan naked and next to him.
Edan moved back, and the tiny few inches
felt like the Grand
Canyon with a
force-eight gale to Athol.
"Shit, Ede, I need to feel you somehow. Make your
mind up, for fuck's sake. What's going to happen next?" With a tremendous
effort, Athol managed to shuck his shoes and jeans, thankful for the urge he'd
had to go commando that morning.
"Bratty Dom." Edan gasped the
words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol's T-shirt. "Fuck,
what's this stuck on?" He held Athol's T-shirt away from his torso.
"Hold on." Athol inched the
material up and over his nipples. Edan's moan sent his cock into overdrive and
his heart thudding. "Ah, you like?"
"Oh, I like." Edan ran his
finger over the silver ring through Athol's right nipple. "How long have
you had this?" He dipped his head and Athol about exploded as Edan circled
the ring with his tongue and then tugged gently on it.
"Sh … er god, three, four, ah fuck,
enough already. Let's do more. Condoms?"
"Con … Fuck, shit, and
bollocks." Edan rolled onto his back and groaned. His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with
his pre-cum. "No, I've been celibate for so long they'd have shriveled up.
You?"
Athol echoed the groan, and laughed
softly. What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk about
serendipity—not. Was this his punishment for what happened all those years ago?
Why on earth would he have thought he'd need rubbers? He'd been more concerned
he might need a box to protect himself from a kick or a punch. "Don't talk
daft. I'd forgotten what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always was
my favorite number. We're clean, and I trust you."
"And back." Edan shuffled round
until his head nestled so close to Athol's cock Athol could feel his breath as
it fanned over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan's ass and pulled him closer
so he could put his lips on Edan's prick and give tiny little kisses along the
length until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of pleasure, Athol pulled
Edan's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He enjoyed the salty
taste, inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in the moans and sighs Edan
made.
A tug on his own cock sent his heat beat
racing, and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his eyes to let himself
sink deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on impossible to groan
with pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew his shudder of
pleasure reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further into Edan's groin
and grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and together they began the
nips and sucks of loving each other.
It wouldn't last long. He wouldn't last
long. Athol had no illusions that he wouldn't be able to stave his climax off.
Nor did he want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing heat, the shuddering,
juddering emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he let them flow through
him.
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A multi-published author of erotic
romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband
and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded
by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her
life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing
of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is oblivious
to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the
dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
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Love R x
Thank you so much for inviting me Beth. And I'm dancing about the best seller. It went up to #22 at one point. I really am so happy about that, but more so that people want to read it. Visiting and chatting about A Dom's Decision is such fun...
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