Mercykill: Shattered Melody by Michael Barnette
First book in the Mercykill series Available from Mojocastle Press LLC

Kei, Juro and Aki have become agents of Perseverance. Agents of justice working in the shadows of the law. Now all they have to do is learn to kill and survive their first mission. But this isn't just any mission, and the boys of Mercykill find themselves going up against one of the most horrific criminals in Japan.

This is a jrock suspense novel with paranormal twists and explicit m/m and m/m/m sexual content. This excerpt is rated X for sexual content.

Juro pulled at Kei's shirt, the bassist's hands finding skin, feeling the hard flesh under his own hands. Kei had always been very lean and sleek, but now he was hard, solid and Juro shuddered from the feel of what lay under his hands. Kei moaned into their kiss and Juro smiled knowing that his caresses were heating Kei's blood to the flashpoint where the guitarist would shove him down somewhere and fucked him until he begged for release.

The backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed. Juro stopped as Kei pulled him close, the kissing growing more intense, the older man's tongue caressing the inside of his mouth, tasting him, their tongues engaged in a wrestling match.

Gasping for breath, Juro broke the kiss and looked into dark eyes that burned with desire. It wasn't often that Kei made the first move like this, and Juro found that he was very aroused by the taller man's evident interest. Very evident interest as Kei's cock was hard as rock inside the prison of his jeans.

Kei tried to capture his mouth again, but Juro sat down on the bed and reached for the waistband of Kei's pants, strong fingers making short work of the button and zipper, pushing the jeans and the man's underwear down to free what he wanted. Kei's cock.

The guitarist groaned as soon as his erection was free, but Juro wasn't leaving it free for long. His hand closed on it, then he wrapped his mouth around the head and felt Kei's hands close on him, one in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder to steady himself.

He sucked gently, teasing his lover, his tongue rubbing in slow circles over the head of Kei's cock.

His lover groaned, holding his shoulder tighter, easing his grip in Juro's hair. The bassist took more of Kei's cock into his mouth, sucking, the tip of his tongue stabbing at the tiny slit in the head of his lover's cock.

He felt a shudder pass through the guitarist's body at the sensations driving him through pleasure toward release. Mouth firmly wrapped around the treat in his mouth, Juro worked the flesh of Kei's cock, relishing the taste and the barely audible sounds of pleasure coming from his lover.

Kei's breathing was changing, growing more harsh, going shallow.

Reluctant, but not willing to lose out on getting what he wanted, Juro gave Kei's cock one last trip down his throat and then pulled away.

He couldn't help the self-satisfied twist that curled his mouth at the groan of loss that came from his lover.

"Now who's being mean?" Kei asked breathless and shaking, his hand still resting on Juro's shoulder to keep him steady.

"Oh, I'm not being mean at all. I'm going to be very nice to you in fact, you know," Juro replied as he unbuttoned his pants and wiggled out of them. Purchase Mercykill: Killers