Dragon & Fenyx 2: Swordbrothers
Bonds are forged and a clan is born, but will it survive?
Flame and Storm forge the bond of swordbrothers, and discover more about themselves than they'd ever imagined was possible. Are the strange beasts they see when they make love real, or is it some sort of magic induced hallucination?
Unjustly named outlaw by his older brother Storm must fight members of his former clan with consequences no one could have foreseen when the power of his bond with Flame is unleashed.
Will love and life endure when outside forces threaten to destroy their fragile hopes for a future together?
Genre: Genre: GLBT (gay) Scifantasy Erotic Romance Series
Length: Novella (34,000 words)
Storm took the load of furs that Flame carried in and threw them down beside the bed. Eyes on his lover he reached for the buttons holding his own jacket closed, taking it off and tossing it aside. Still regarding Flame he slowly removed the vest followed by his shirt. Bare chested he crossed the short distance between them to take Flame in his arms.
His mouth closed over Flame's, tongue pressing to the seam of the red-head's lips seeking entry.
Flame's mouth opened immediately, letting him in, offering him all that the redhead was wordlessly and without hesitation.
Their tongues moving in the age old dance of passion, Storm started to undress his lover, removing Flame's jacket, dropping to the floor before he reached for the closures of Flame's vest. It quickly fell to the floor behind Flame, his shirt following, leaving the skin of his torso bare for Storm's hands.
He caressed Flame's back, ending with his palms pressed to Flame's behind. He pulled the man tight to him. Chest to chest, the feel of his lover's soft skin against him, he deepened their kiss.
Blue ribbons of light shimmered into being around them, the glow lighting the cave. The faint hint of a breeze ruffled their hair. Fiery shades of Flame's own magic, red and orange drifted up as myriad glittering sparks.
Flame gasped into the kiss, his hands running over Storm's skin, touching gently, hesitantly.
Storm ended the kiss, stared into Flame's beautiful dark eyes. "Last chance," he murmured as a scattering of brilliant sparks danced across his skin. He trembled gasping at the touch of his lover's power, felt it sink into his flesh, warming him more thoroughly than any pile of firestones could on a cold day.
Flame laughed aloud. "Too late for chances, I think," he said as he felt a warm breeze flow through him. "Our powers have no doubts. Perhaps we should trust them."
"I think you may be right, Flame."
Storm picked Flame up and carried him to the bed putting him down on the soft furs. The windmage regarded Flame, gaze full of admiration. "You're beautiful, Flame," Storm said and knelt to unlatch Flame's boots. "I want you naked so I can look at all of you."
Flame blushed at the words but made no move at all to stop Storm. Instead his eyes took in the swirls of blue that were dancing around them both joined with red, darting, spark shapes that were from his own power. He lifted his hips off the bed as he watched so that Storm could remove the rest of his clothing more easily.
The windmage tossed Flame's pants aside and stood there, his gold rimmed aqua eyes moving over Flame. The look alone spoke of desire, of how much the man wanted him. If the expression on his lover's face wasn't enough to prove his desire, the hard outline of his cock beneath his leather pants certainly did.
"Beautiful. Beautiful and soon to be mine," Storm murmured before he moved to lay beside Flame, his lover pressing Flame into the softness of the piled furs as Storm captured his mouth in a kiss that burned a trail of need right to his groin.