About Dorian's Story
by Stephanie Vaughan
60 pages / 13800 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-094-7
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The king's reward for a year's hard work. A little something for himself
– that was all Tasim was supposed to be.
When the king distributed his largess, Dorian thought only to gain a bedmate
to help ease the boredom of long winter nights. But Tasim quickly became so
much more, disturbing the delicate balance between an unstable monarch and
his favorite. Dorian must now walk the razor's edge between his king's
pleasure and his heart's desire.
Sample
Dorian rubbed at his forehead with the back of one gloved hand and
sighed.
There'd been a time when he'd cared about things like unit discipline
and doing things the military way. Now, though… now he cared only about
getting the task done with the utmost haste. If complaining like an
overburdened ox helped, well, he could overlook a bit of bellyaching.
Two hours later, when they were finally getting on the road headed
south, toward home and hearth, Dorian was wishing he'd applied the boot
to a select few backsides a bit earlier. What little light there was to
start with was fair gone and any hope of seeing their beds tonight was
lost. Still, it was good to be on their way at last.
This first bit of the journey was relatively risk-free, with only a
watch kept on the way they'd just come -- the forest allowing cover that
the open road ahead did not.
Dorian wasn't losing any sleep worrying over it, though. He and his men
had just spent two weeks establishing that the enemy was nowhere close
about. He could afford to let his mind wander a bit, stray back to
exactly what was waiting for him back home that drove him to push for a
speedier trip back than the one out had been.
He closed his eyes, body swaying with the easy back and forth of his
mount's gait, and recalled kissing a lush mouth. Soft lips clung to his,
a sweet pink tongue coming out to lick daintily at the taste of him.
Even now his fingers curled, as though to sink into a round, firm ass
with skin as smooth as cream, overlaying lean muscle. The physical ache
in his balls reminded him to the hour how long it had been since he'd
crushed that slender body against his.
Tasim.
His beautiful boy.