Knight Watch Princes
by H.C. Brown
M/M, M/M/M, Shape shifter, Fantasy/Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Blurb:
Take one oversexed alpha male shifter add two or three delicious Fae males and shake well.
Ryland’s
world is changed forever after the arrival of Lor, a sexy Fae male.
Convinced to follow Lor into another dimension, Ryland discovers a world
where free love with one or more men is encouraged.
Excerpt:
Ryland
Night Watch Princes
Chapter One
“Are you sure that’s an Ecatnie?” Allure the Fair wrinkled his nose. “A shifter from a thousand years in the future, is living here with the Nomags?”
Lor
narrowed his eyes and glared at his brother. “I’ve watched him for over
five years. Pride males don’t have his powers. Lady’s blood, he has an
aura of magyck. He can retract his fangs! His eyes are violet with
swirls of green and silver opalescence. I’ve consulted with Nox and he
concurs, this male is an Ecatnie.”
“I can’t imagine why you waste your time mooning over a Pride male. What can you possibly do
with him? He’s stuck here in the Human realm and no doubt contaminated
by Nomag ways. If you reveal yourself to him, most likely he’ll try to
kill you."
Disgusted, Lor looked away. “This is my choice.”
“As you wish.” Allure the Fair cursed under his breath and disappeared.
Lor
drew his wings closer around him and gazed down from his rooftop perch.
A summer breeze brushed his cheek. Squirrels, dashed along the boughs
of an ancient oak, jumping over each other in innocent play. His gaze
dropped and lingered on the male sauntering along the sidewalk. Sunlight
glistened on a sheet of copper hair resting on the man’s shoulders. He
savored the sight of tight, denim jeans sliding over lean muscle, and
the flex of golden biceps showing beneath the sleeves of his black tee.
He wanted him.
Ryland Strange had become his obsession.
Drawing
his glamor around him, Lor dropped off the rooftop and fluttered down
silently to the sidewalk. He hid behind a bank of honeysuckle. Invisible
to the Nomags in his Fae form, his magyck afforded him enough glamor to
disguise himself as a Nomag. He morphed into a human male of about
twenty-five summers. He drew in the sweet fragrance of the blossoms,
waited until he heard the Ecatnie’s footfalls then stepped out into the
street. Ryland collided with him, and his hard body sent Lor sprawling
to the curb.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” Ryland held out a hand.
For
a few moments, Lor sat on the sidewalk, staring up into the young man’s
eyes. He caught his breath; flecks of green and silver, sparkled like
gems within the violet hue. The sight of his perfectly formed features,
high cheekbones, long straight nose, and those lips — gods, so full and
luscious, sent his heart hammering in his chest. First contact.
Head
swimming, Lor touched his stinging cheek. He dragged his gaze away from
Ryland’s face and glanced down at the smear of blood on his fingertips.
He smiled at Ryland and took the offered hand. “I’m okay—I think.”
“My
house is just here.” Ryland tipped his chin toward the neat red, brick
house. “Come inside and I’ll take a look at your cheek. It’s the least I
can do after knocking you senseless.”
Ryland
closed his long fingers around Lor’s hand and pulled him to his feet.
This close, Lor could almost taste the rich masculine fragrance oozing
from him. He recognized the delectable, musky scent as pure, Pride male.
His heart pounded. Ryland’s fingers gripped his hand, and his amazing
eyes flashed gold for an instant before he let go. The man’s lips curled
up at the corners. He stood back and a hooked one thumb in the front of
his jean’s pocket.
Lor rubbed his palm on his pants and held it out as he had seen Nomags do in way of greeting. “Thanks, I’m Lor.”
Ryland shook his hand and his intense gaze drifted over Lor with undisguised interest. “I’m Ryland. Have we ever met before?”
Drawing a
deep breath to steady his voice, Lor shook his head. “No, but I’ve seen
you around. I remember watching you play football for the Knights.”
“Nah, not there in a club— Durk’s on Vine?” He turned to open the white, wooden gate and headed toward the front door.
Hmm, he really means; do I like males? Now that was straight to the point. “Yeah, I’ve hung out there a few times.”
The
smile Ryland flashed him over his shoulder, made his knees buckle. He
swallowed hard and followed him inside. Ryland’s intoxicating scent
infused the house. Lor glanced around; the rooms off the hall were neat,
tidy, and masculine. In the kitchen, a large, bright, airy room with
windows overlooked a small garden.
“I’ll get something to clean up that graze.” Ryland turned toward a long bench. “It’s only a scratch.”
©H.C. Brown 2013.
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