Here is where I’ll post short, unedited teasers for various scenes from future books in this series. I try to post them on Sundays. Note that once draft chapters are posted, I’ll remove the associated snippet from this list. Not to fret – I’ll always add more snippets. I have the entire saga swirling in my brain at all times. 😀
OCTOBER 5, unedited (Gaius and Lucius)
A wee peek at a scene from the fourth book which will be a prequel (untitled yet). Young Gaius and Lucius at college in Athens…
“How old are you, first year?”
“Seventeen years, old man.” The boy spat back without so much as a blink.
Lucius lowered his palms onto the shorter lad’s shoulders and pushed him until his back was pressed against the wall of the portico. “What is your name, rufus?”
“That hair of yours. Such a rich, dark cinnabar with touches of bronze and—look there—I even see flecks of copper.” When Lucius tried to touch his locks, the redhead stepped to the side and sneered. He raised his fists, daring Luc to battle.
With a chuckle, Lucius crossed his thick arms and gave him space. “How delightful. Your temper’s as fiery as your hair. I am Lucius Petronius Celsus, captain of the third years. My ancestors hail from the Alta Semita region of Rome.”
“If you don’t already know who I am, captain, then why would I give a rat’s arse who you are?”
The boy shoved past Luc’s towering frame and walked towards the dormitory. “And don’t fucking ever refer to me as rufus again, plebian.” He warned with a fierce scowl before his lips curved into a lustful smirk.
Lucius watched, spellbound, as the first year marched across the courtyard with the confident stride of seasoned general. He could already feel the lad’s auburn tresses twisted around his demanding fingers, those soft pink lips wrapped around his hard throbbing prick. Under his breath, Luc muttered. “I will have you, rufus, whoever the fuck you are.”
SEPTEMBER 21, unedited (Gaius and Allerix)
Although they lay some distance apart from each other atop the enormous mattress, he could smell him. The perfumed oils from his afternoon baths, the fragrant wine he drank, the leather mixed with sweat from the practice armor he wore in the courtyard, the smoke from the oil lamps that burned in every room of the villa house. All of those smells combined and yet muted; none of them distinct. Perhaps it was his natural odor, the scent of incontestable dominance.
Frustrated with his own senseless desires, Allerix curled his hand and brushed his thumb pad back and forth across the tips of his fingers. He wanted to move closer. He wanted to wrap his arm around his master’s naked body, crush his cock against him like a lusty cur, and inhale the man’s intoxicating witchcraft.
In the pitch darkness, Gaius whispered in a raspy, tired voice. “Come closer and press your body against mine.”
The bastard could hear his thoughts.
“If I do so, I fear that… “ Allerix closed his eyes, imagining the warm cleft of Gaius’s arse slowly enveloping and devouring his shaft.
“Stop thinking, Alle, and obey me.”
Allerix blinked several times but couldn’t move. He wanted to say something, but no words would come out. His mind was spinning, dizzying him. Blurring reality.
“Listen to me, cub. I grant my pets many liberties while in my bed.” A brief pause before Gaius lowered his tone. “Disobedience is not fucking one of them. Now come closer.”
After he scooted over, Allerix slowly, cautiously, wrapped his arm around Gaius’s broad chest. Gaius took hold of Alle’s left hand and pushed it down, rubbing Alle’s palm over the ridges of his muscular abdomen. As he pressed his thickening erection into Gaius’s crack, a low moan rose up Allerix’s throat and escaped through his parted lips.
“You damn well better be.”
Alle could hear Gaius’s smile.
The Roman slowly pulled Alle’s hand up to his lips, kissed his knuckles, and murmured. “Do I feel as deliciously forbidden as you’d feared?”
“More.” Alle groaned, helpless. “Dominus.”