Excerpt Day: Fated by Kate Steele

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Soul Familiar 3: Fated by Kate Steele
Release Date: June 11, 2009
Publisher: Changeling Press
ISBN: 978-1-60521-117-6
Publisher Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1164

Blurb: "Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat." In other words it's a sneaky, hairy little bast... um, son-of-a-gun and you have two options on how to handle it. You let it walk all over you, or you wrestle it into submission. Not that I'm into rat wrestling, but I for one do not intend to have tiny footprints all over whatever part of my life fate chooses to use as a doormat. My name is Alex Layton and enough with the metaphors already. My lover, wizard-partner and soul mate Tyler Montgomery and I have run out of time. As decreed by the Council of Elders that governs the affairs of soul familiars, Tyler and I must now face a trial of magical combat. If we win, our bond becomes permanent. If we lose, we are separated forever. With options like those, fate had better watch her ass.

Excerpt:

How could I not get hard? Tyler’s body was such a total turn-on. His slim physique was rife with the kind of defined muscle groups that made my mouth water. Arms, legs, torso, hips and buttocks, all were symmetrical, beautifully balanced and harmonious parts of male anatomy, blended into a total package of, lord-have-mercy hotness.

My fingers ached to touch him, my lips to kiss him, my cock to be buried inside the encompassing heat of him. “Hey. Come here,” I growled, drunkenly motioning for him to join me on the bed.

Tyler looked me over, his eyes lingering on my sturdy erection. One brow rose and a smile curved his lips. “I thought those pain meds had taken you out of the game for awhile.”

“My knees are weak,” I admitted. “But look at my little soldier. He’s standing at attention, ready for inspection, sir,” I finished with what I thought was a snappy salute but which probably came off more as a drunken wave.

“Hmm, then maybe I should inspect him,” Tyler purred and that sound brought a flush to my skin.

My breath started to speed up when he climbed on the bed and crawled between my legs. The look in his eyes had my balls drawing up. It was violet-blue fire, pure molten heat. Elementals had nothing on my lover when it came to setting something ablaze. The fire was lit and I was about to get singed.

Tyler leaned down. I felt the tickle of his breath and the soft, moist touch of his tongue as he used it to draw a line on the underside of my cock from root to tip. My hips arched, straining toward his mouth and I was not disappointed when his tongue swept over the crown of my cock before he took me in. With a soft, sighing groan ghosting from between my parted lips, I closed my eyes, intent on enjoying my trip to heaven.

Friction, slippery wet and warm teased the length of my cock. The downward slide was arousing but the upward sweep incited a riot of sensation in my gut. I felt the pull and draw of the suction Tyler applied not only in my cock, but in my balls, the base of my spine and even my anus. With every upward stroke of his mouth, my muscles tightened making that needy opening twitch.

I desperately wanted him to touch me there and as though he’d read my mind, a spit-slick finger suddenly nudged me. It teased the nerve-rich and delicate contours of flesh that surrounded my entrance then wiggled in, drawing a harsh groan from me. My flesh stretched to accommodate him and the rub of that exploring digit on hidden, intimate tissues was exquisite. I couldn’t stop the undulation of my body moving counterpoint to the bobs of Tyler’s head and each motion sent my cock deeper into his mouth or thrust his finger deeper within me.

A second finger joined the first, opening me, making vulnerable the most private part of my physical being and I readily accepted it -- the touch, the invasion, the taking my lover played out on my body. Fingertips thrust deep within me, found my sweet spot and brushed over it again and again. Every tender graze of contact drew a panting moan from me and when his tongue entered the fray, I was done in.

It danced over my shaft, tracing blood-rich veins. Swirling over the saliva-drenched flesh before moving on to the crown, it caressed every plump millimeter of that swollen cap before dipping into the slit, alternately nestling in then fluttering over it in a rhythm designed to drive me insane.

My stomach and abdomen muscles flexed, blind bliss hit dead center of my groin and my cock pulsed with the first stream of semen that rushed out to flood Tyler’s mouth. Our soul bond was wide open and I felt every sensation from both his perspective and mine. There was no cock in my mouth, but I felt the twitch and throb as each spurt of seed burst free. Though my mouth was dry from all the panting I’d done, I convulsively swallowed in conjunction with Tyler who actually received the salt-bitter musk of my ejaculate.

My climax, which kept me on edge, my body straining for untold moments of pleasure, had just started to recede when a second orgasm blasted through me. The sensations made my insides tense and tremble, tearing a wail from my throat even as the physical ecstasy blanked my mind and enthralled my body. That renewed intensity of feeling was Tyler’s. I felt the jerk of his hips and several warm, liquid splashes against my leg. Apparently overwhelmed by the depth of my climax, Tyler’s followed whether he’d been ready or not. Not, I was soon to learn.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Didn’t mean to do that. Wanted to fuck you.” His graveled, breathless declaration brought what I’m sure must have been a dopey smile to my face.

“Next time,” I soothed and at that point, the starch totally drained out of me. My head was spinning and it felt as though my bones had turned to mush. Pain meds and sex were too powerful a combination to fight.

Tyler eased away from me, my leg was bent up and his mouth landed on my skin, his tongue licking me.

“Mmm… what?” I managed to mutter before he shifted position yet again and his mouth covered mine. I opened for him and was rewarded with his semen coated tongue. Our combined essences burst on my palate and I greedily sucked the flavor in, savoring it even as exhaustion began rolling me under.

“Wanna celebrate,” I mumbled. “Wanna make love with you. More, more more.”

“Later,” Tyler crooned and lay down beside me. “I’m beat. Let’s sleep.”

“Umm hmm,” I agreed.

We slept.

I dreamed.

“Alex.”

Roused by the sound of my name, I opened eyes bleary with sleep and blinked in surprise when I saw Council-member Court Davis standing at the foot of our bed.

“What? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Even as I questioned his presence the first thing I did was check Tyler. He slept on, undisturbed and I had only a moment to wonder at that before my question was answered.

“It’s come to the attention of the Council that you and your mate, Tyler Montgomery, had an unfair advantage during your trial.”

“Unfair advantage? What are you talking about?”

“Robert Cauley has reported his loss of status as a soul familiar and your role in his current condition.”

“Robert Cauley? I don’t know… wait! You mean Bobby?”

“Yes.”

“What has that got to do with anything?”

“Robert’s powers were transferred to Tyler giving him greater abilities.”

“Bullshit! I admit Tyler received Bobby’s powers, but that has nothing to do with ability and you know it,” I hotly protested. “Tyler’s actions were formed of his own inborn capabilities and the hours of study he devoted to learning spells. If he didn’t inherently have those skills and take the time to improve them, no amount of power would have changed the outcome of the contest.”

“Opponents are chosen on the basis of power levels. Blake and Lucas’s combined powers against the known combination of yours and Tyler’s was considered a fair match. By not informing the Council of Tyler’s change in status you broke the rules and therefore, your union is now dissolved.”

“No! You can’t do this! I won’t allow it. I want to speak with Gerald.” Stunned, I tore my gaze from him and turned to my lover. Tyler still lay with his eyes closed, his body relaxed in sleep. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t wake up until, before my horrified eyes, he turned transparent and began to disappear. “No! Stop it! Tyler! Tyler, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

With panic gripping me, I tried binding spells and anything else I could think of to keep him tied to me. Nothing worked. In a matter of moments he was gone and I was left clutching my chest as though trying to hold together the shreds of flesh that remained where my heart had been ripped out.

“This can’t be happening,” I whispered. The sense of loss that hit me was so overwhelming that tears filled my eyes and overflowed. “No. No. No.”$

I was still muttering that word when, drawing in a sharp, startled breath, I woke up. Lying there for a moment, I tried to capture the dregs of the dream that had so disturbed me but as in the manner of such things, the images broke apart and like smoke, drifted away. I touched my face, and with a frown, brushed away the tears.

“That must have been some dream,” I muttered, and rolled out of bed.