Thank you so much for letting me pop over with my
latest release,
A Dom's Decision.
When is a Dom not a Dom? When it stops him from
being with the man he loves…
Athol Donaldson lost many people in his life, his
lover, his family, his twin. The latter loss seems hardly worth morning over.
Affric caused nothing but trouble when alive, and now, he seems intent on
causing trouble from beyond the grave.
It forces Athol to seek out the one man he's never
forgotten.
Eden Murdoch has no intention of letting Athol slip
through his fingers again. He's lost him once, and as they're forced to pull
together to unravel the mystery surrounding the parentage of a teenage girl,
their love for each other blossoms.
Surely, being Doms doesn't mean
they can't compromise? Will they be able to work out their differences, and
find lasting happiness, or will this blast from the past prove to be their
final undoing?
That's the premise of A Dom's
Decision, also known as Athol's Story and book two in the Dommisimma Series.
Well okay The Girl on Bus mentions Dommisimma, but it's not really a proper
part of the series. This is.
It's one of those things, when a
secondary character in a book shouts at you, Waves a flag and says, hey, I'm
here and boy do I have a story to tell you.
Athol was like that, when he pops
up in Master. (Also from Evernight Publishing) I'm sure he didn't mean to, but
he stole nearly every scene he was in. And people asked me, 'When can we have Athol's
story?'.
Well Athol has very definite
ideas about what I should write. I started, he went shtum on me so I got stuck.
So I put the story to one side and worked on other stuff. You see I'm very
character driven, and he didn't like the way the story was going, so stopped
talking to me.
Then one day several months
later, I woke up with him shouting in my head, and wrote the next 25k in just
over a week. He spoke I listened…I wrote, he approved. Thus A Dom's Decision,
Athol's Story was finished.
Well it wasn't that easy but you
get the gist…
Anyway, here's a wee tease from Athol's
Story…
Athol couldn't
believe the rush of adrenalin that coursed through him. Every nerve end
tingled. To know they just might be getting somewhere was so exhilarating, that
one swipe of Edan's tongue anywhere on his body would make him come. Slight exaggeration, but not much. He
swallowed and cleared his throat.
"Well we could
do, but then seeing as I came up with the idea, do you want to go first?"
"Fuck first—talk
later?" Edan smiled. "Sounds good. So strip. Stretch out on the bed
and let's explore again."
That was jumping in
with a vengeance. Was revisiting your first lover like riding a bicycle? Once
done never forgotten? He'd soon find out.
Athol decided it felt
strange to have Edan watching him as he undid his zipper and stroked it
carefully down the sensitive skin of his prick. Edan's gaze was so intense,
Athol's hands shook, as he held the metal away from his body. Foreskin in zip
teeth wasn't a good omen.
"You going to
reciprocate?" Athol asked as he inched his jeans and boxers over his cock.
The head glistened with pre cum, and Edan's indrawn breath, told him more than
words that the sight excited both of them.
"Who's the, ah
fuck it, lets just both ask and receive, eh?" Edan toed off his shoes and
undid his belt buckle in a hurry. "Last one naked loses the next
decision."
Athol laughed as his
shoes caught in his jeans as he tried to remove the clothes and not the
footwear. It wasn’t possible, so with a quick check of where Edan stood, he
grinned and pushed Edan. Edan whooped and fell onto the bed with his denims
around his ankles. He waved his legs in the air.
"Cheat."
"Yeah."
Athol jumped and landed on the bed next to Edan. He rolled over and grabbed
Edan to hold him close, and thrust his tongue in between Edan's parted lips.
This kiss was different.
As Edan's male, musky, scent surrounded him Athol knew tears were close. He'd
missed this man as if a limb had been severed. His man his other half, was
finally here with him.
But
for how long?
Athol pushed the thought away and concentrated on using his tongue to touch the
inside of Edan's lips, and then stroke over the roof of Edan's mouth.
Edan responded in an equally aggressive
manner. His teeth grazed Athol's tongue and his lips sucked the flesh. Athol
scrabbled for the waistband of Edan's half removed denims and shoved for all
his worth, to get them away from Edan's body. In the back of his mind, he
noticed Edan performed the same act with his, Athol's, jeans. How they managed
without unlocking their lips Athol had no idea, and didn't care. All he desired
was Edan naked and next to him.
Edan moved back, and
the tiny few inches felt like the Grand Canyon with a force-eight gale to
Athol.
"Shit, Ede, I
need to feel you somehow. Make your mind up, for fuck's sake. What's going to
happen next?" With a tremendous effort, Athol managed to shuck his shoes
and jeans, thankful for the urge he'd had to go commando that morning.
"Bratty
Dom." Edan gasped the words as his fingers fumbled with the hem of Athol's
T-shirt. "Fuck, what's this stuck on?" He held Athol's T-shirt away
from his torso.
"Hold on."
Athol inched the material up and over his nipples. Edan's moan sent his cock
into overdrive and his heart thudding. "Ah, you like?"
"Oh, I
like." Edan ran his finger over the silver ring through Athol's right
nipple. "How long have you had this?" He dipped his head and Athol
about exploded as Edan circled the ring with his tongue and then tugged gently
on it.
"Sh … er god,
three, four, ah fuck, enough already. Let's do more. Condoms?"
"Con … Fuck,
shit, and bollocks." Edan rolled onto his back and groaned. His dick stood up long, hard and slicked with
his pre-cum. "No, I've been celibate for so long they'd have shriveled up.
You?"
Athol echoed the
groan, and laughed softly. What he really wanted to do was cry and rail. Talk
about serendipity—not. Was this his punishment for what happened all those
years ago? Why on earth would he have thought he'd need rubbers? He'd been more
concerned he might need a box to protect himself from a kick or a punch. "Don't
talk daft. I'd forgotten what one looks like. Shit. Ah, well. Sixty-nine always
was my favorite number. We're clean, and I trust you."
"And back."
Edan shuffled round until his head nestled so close to Athol's cock Athol could
feel his breath as it fanned over his heated skin. Athol grabbed Edan's ass and
pulled him closer so he could put his lips on Edan's prick and give tiny little
kisses along the length until he laved the head. With a mental sigh of
pleasure, Athol pulled Edan's cock into his mouth and swirled his tongue over
it. He enjoyed the salty taste, inhaled the musky male scent, and reveled in
the moans and sighs Edan made.
A tug on his own cock
sent his heat beat racing, and his skin pricked with arousal. He closed his
eyes to let himself sink deeper into those beautiful sensations. It was nigh on
impossible to groan with pleasure with a mouth full of wet cock, but Athol knew
his shudder of pleasure reverberated into Edan. He nuzzled his head further
into Edan's groin and grasped his ass even tighter. Edan reciprocated and
together they began the nips and sucks of loving each other.
It wouldn't last
long. He wouldn't last long. Athol had no illusions that he wouldn't be able to
stave his climax off. Nor did he want to. The climbing emotion, the increasing
heat, the shuddering, juddering emotions, and taut skin, embraced him, and he
let them flow through him.
A multi-published author of erotic
romance, Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two
cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery,
which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to
sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to
say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge. As once she is writing she is
oblivious to everything else, her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to
love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
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Happy Reading,
Love R x
THnk you so much for hosting me. I so enjoyed writing this story...
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