Theron Antonopolis, a strige, feeds on human emotion. In a tranquil suburban neighborhood, his best meals come from a quiet systems administrator who’s become more than a source of nourishment for Theron—Alex Rowler is an obsession. Theron can no longer remain in the shadows. When they meet, any attraction Alex feels toward the sexy monster is overshadowed by his anxiety and distrust of Theron’s supernatural powers. But sensing the underlying arousal, Theron begins courting his human.
As months pass, Theron falls deeply in love, and the need to complete the strige bonding ceremony with his human lover becomes overwhelming. But a permanent commitment is too much, too soon for Alex, and he delays the joining, despite Theron’s insistence they are running out of time. As an unbonded pair, however, Theron and Alex draw the attention of the Midnight Parliament, and the lovers are brought to trial to determine their fate.
For a moment Theron was just a man. Just a sexy, beautiful man who had a very talented mouth. Alex pushed his palm against Theron’s chest, forcing him down onto the rug, ripped Theron’s pants down, and pushed his shirt up, attacking him with eager hands. Theron chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head, then leaned back and allowed Alex free rein.
“Shit, you’re huge.” Theron was bigger than Alex, bigger than any man he’d been with. Not freakishly big, but porn star big, definitely. Theron smiled and stretched, making his large cock push up into Alex’s hand. Alex took the hint, lapping at the already moist head, taking it in slowly, teasingly. Theron moaned his approval.
It was too big to take deep, so Alex used his hand to stroke it along with his mouth. Theron smelled smoky, musky, like sandalwood and sweat. Was Alex crazy for doing this? For letting himself be so intimate with someone who described himself as a creature of the night? But Alex couldn’t summon much fear for Theron anymore. He was odd, certainly, but also sexy as hell. Any danger Alex felt was more arousing than frightening.
He thought about Theron, his hunger for emotions, and suddenly knew exactly what to do. Alex focused on the lust he was feeling, the way Theron’s strength aroused him, the pleasure of fitting the slightly too large cock into his mouth. He remembered his dreams and thought about the way the sight of Theron’s eyes sent a jolt of desire through him. He filled his mind with lust, and directed it all at Theron.
The effect was intense and almost immediate. Theron cried out, arched into Alex’s mouth, and came. Alex swallowed once, then pulled off, letting a little of the creamy spray hit his neck. Theron’s body was stiff, he made an odd little soft whimpering sound, and his hips still bucked gently.
Well, that worked better than expected.
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