(c) Kim Knox 2012
The chains creaked above their heads and Rider leaned forward. Sutton didn’t flinch, even though his prisoner’s mouth was millimetres from his own. If he was infected, the danger was very real. Even a drop of saliva contained enough nano-forms to infect him.
His want was irrational. He had a natural skill and the training to withstand the surge of apian pheromones. But, the need to fist his fingers in Rider’s wild hair and take his mouth burned in him.
“Who’s your type?” Rider paused and the hot shine in his eyes made thinking difficult. “Because, right now, you want nothing more than to take me and fuck me. Do it, Lieutenant.” He wet his lips. “Do it now.”
That low rough voice had his balls aching and his dick hard. His heart pounded, Rider’s earthy scent rushing him. One taste. Just one. He threaded his fingers through Rider’s hair and the man hissed, his mouth parting. Sutton fisted his fingers. His prisoner groaned, the sound hitting his gut, and he wanted—he swallowed—he wanted that sarcastic mouth, to take it and stop the flow of words that had his skin on fire.
Rider’s eyes defied him. “Scared?” Sutton glared at him, tasting his breath. “Fuck you.” “You plan to.” He did. Thoughts thundered through him of what he would do, of how he would taste him, mark him, make him come so hard Rider would know who was in charge.
The heat of Rider’s body swept over him. Sutton kicked his legs apart, easing his own hard thigh between them, and he almost groaned at the press of the hard dick against his own. He cursed the thick material of his combats. Still, he hadn’t kissed him, tasted him. “What are you?”
“What you want.”
For a long second, with his fist yanking on Rider’s hair, bending the man to his wants and needs, Sutton almost, kissed him.
Someone fucking infected.
With an angry growl, Sutton released him and staggered back. His hand covered his mouth, hardly able to believe he’d been so ready to share fluids with the man.
“Enough.” Sutton straightened, hating the gleam in the other man’s eyes, the defiance, the knowing that he’d been so close to falling.
“You have half an hour. We observe the four-hour rule. You hit it.” He let a cruel smile play across his mouth. “Then I kill you.”
Bitter Harvest is a part of Carina Press’s first m/m week and we have a mini blog tour going on:
Moving in Rhythm by Dev Bentham 3/19 – Dev Bentham at Fiction Vixen http://www.fictionvixen.com
Brook Street: Thief by Ava March 3/19 – Ava March at The Macaronis http://historicromance.wordpress.com/
What Binds Us by Larry Benjamin 3/20 – Larry Benjamin at Joyfully Jay http://joyfullyjay.blogspot.com/
Bitter Harvest by Kim Knox 3/21 – Kim Knox at Rarely Dusty Books http://www.rarelydustybooks.com/
A Brush With Darkness by Erastes 3/22 – Erastes at The Macaronis http://historicromance.wordpress.com/
First Time, Forever by KC Burn 3/23 – KC Burn at Babbling About Books, and More http://www.kbgbabbles.blogspot.com/
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