This is an excerpt from Bound by War. No released date as of yet, but it is close to being done.
Guess that answered the question of Torin’s sense of smell. He licked his lips, thrilled to see Torin’s eyes dropped to follow the motion. “O-okay.”
Torin leaned closer, practically plastering his body against Laken’s. “I wasn’t asking permission.”
Laken’s cock hardened as he stared into Torin’s eyes. The amber color had darkened to a golden bronze. This close he noticed there was a black ring around the irises. Inches apart, their breath mingling, Laken yearned to feel Torin’s mouth on his.
Opening slightly, his invitation was very clear. Would the kiss be hungry? Intense? Would his mouth be claimed by an onslaught of passion that’d leave him breathless and deliciously bruised?
His eyes drifted closed as Torin brushed his lips across Laken’s, dragging a small moan from him. Raising his hands, he clutched Torin’s shoulders, and the feel of more ridges under his hands registered vaguely in his mind.
He jerked in surprise at the sweetness of the kiss. He’d expected rough and urgent. Hot and demanding. He didn’t think a Blishue was capable of such gentleness. Such care.
Torin’s tongue swept inside, exploring. Pleasure exploded in Laken’s mind, and a dark need rose. That need to mark Torin rose again. He broke the kiss and nipped Torin’s bottom lip. A small bead of blood appeared.
Torin shuddered then fisted Laken’s hair. Bells chimed softly around them. Breathing heavily, Torin stared at Laken. Danger lurked in his eyes, but Laken wasn’t afraid. He licked the blood from Torin’s lip.
Torin’s eyes fluttered, and a low, sexy growl of pure need escaped his throat. Shivers raced up Laken’s spine at the demand he heard in that groan. So Torin had liked that little hint of violence, huh?
There was no answering hardness, but that didn’t worry him, not with the amount of pain meds Torin still had in his system. Tightening his hands on Torin’s shoulders, he urged Torin nearer.
Another low, guttural moan sounded as Torin briefly closed his eyes, as if he was struggling for control. So Laken went to him. He pressed his lips to Torin’s throat and sucked hard, demanding the blood rise to the surface. Torin had to wear his mark, dammit. Had to.
Torin jerked like someone used a stun wand on him. His body trembled, and he moaned throatily, but he didn’t try to pry Laken off his neck. Satisfied he had accomplished what he wanted—that Torin wore his mark—Laken leaned back.
“I marked you.” Laken licked his lips, defiance shinning in his eyes.
Torin’s control broke, and he yanked Laken to him by his hair. His mouth crashed onto Laken’s, and Laken whined deep in his throat. He’d be embarrassed about the low whimper of need that escaped him later.
This was the kiss he’d been expecting earlier—hard, hot, and aggressive with an edge of desperation that washed over Laken like a wave, threatening to drag him under. But he didn’t fear drowning. Not him.
Time stood still as Torin destroyed him with a kiss. Never had such a simple action like a kiss affected him so. This male was the one he’d waited on for a lifetime, the one fate had given him. Fucking finally.
He wanted to wake with the rising of the sun and spend every star-filled night wrapped in Torin’s arms. And nothing was going to get in the way of that.
Not even Torin.
