Welcome to week 5 of Tease Me Thursday! When it's not quite Friday, and you're feeling like some fun from your favorite authors and authors you haven't met yet. Come on in, have a seat, and most of all... have fun! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For this week, I thought I’d do something from, Pure, the 3rd book in the Gods series.
A harsh choking sound drew Jeff’s attention. Zygi was as pale as skim milk, with a hard blush riding his cheeks and a rather large bulge tenting his pants. His eyes were eating Morpheus alive. The God of Dreams stood quietly, his head bowed with his long, wavy gray hair curling around his shoulders. His wings fluttered slightly as they spread open. The deep, sinful black of his wings glistened in the light, blue-black highlights reflecting in his feathers. His nails, usually clear, were black. Morpheus’s body glowed with a soft light, an inner radiance that gave him a look of vulnerability and seething, raw sexuality. He also wore a loincloth that showed his hip bones. His body was smooth, the muscles toned. Where Cupid portrayed a mischievous innocence, Morpheus portrayed smoldering eroticism.
“Fucking hell,” Zygi whispered.
“Oh, Zygi.” Morpheus sighed, and that broke the silence.
A chaotic blend of raised voices erupted across the throne room as everyone spoke at once. Garrett pulled Randy close to him, his arm wrapped around his husband in a protective gesture. Both men were pale and shocked.
“What the hell?” Garrett demanded.
“Where are we? How did we get here? Where is here?” Randy gasped.
“Cam, what’s going on?” Jeff stared at his mate—his very sexy mate. “Jesus, you… you… look…. Holy Mother of God.”