Excerpt of Through Neon Eyes: Power-Part 1
Book Six of the Through Neon Eyes series
Available from Mojocastle Press LLC


Blurb Power has its price. Now the head of Polymer Gel Research Department at NeuroTech, what will Jessman have to give Director Perez in exchange for the privileges that come with such a rise in the corporate ranks? What will Bells do if he turns out to be the party favor in a game of corporate politics?

Excerpt Bells removed his gunbelt hung it on the headboard, took the 9mil from the holster at the small of his back and shoved it under the pillow on his side of the bed--the one closest to the door.

"Master?" whispered question, the researcher’s confusion evident in the tones of his voice.

"Get some sleep, Jessman," he replied, the zonespeak accent absent because he was very aware of the effect it had on his lover.

He heard the man sigh.

"I know you want me to make love to you, David, but you’ve got work in the morning and morning isn't that far off."

The bed creaked and he heard the researcher crawling closer, felt a long fingered hand, wider than his own, but with a grace all its own touch his shoulder in a gentle caress an instant before warm lips found the same place.

He closed his eyes, let the other man kiss along his shoulder to the juncture where it met his neck, felt his braids brushed aside, a warm mouth exploring his skin.

His cock was already hard. Ready.

Traitorous damn thing. I'm tired and so is David but our dicks are doing the thinking. Nothing unusual there. Not when I'm with him. Damn it. Damn it. I want him.

He stepped into the kiss, his legs hitting the edge of the bed. He stopped there and just let Jessman do what he wanted, the suction on his skin increasing. Hands reached around, caressed along his chest, fingers splayed. The left one paused to tweak a nipple and Bells lay his head back, rested it on David's broad chest, sighed with the pleasure, the hint of pain as the nub of flesh was squeezed tighter.

"David," he put a warning note in the name, the fingers twisted his nipple in answer, the warning ignored. He knew he should pull away, should do something to show the researcher his displeasure at being disobeyed, but the sensations were getting the better of him, his desire for the dark-haired man eroding his resolve not to fuck his lover.

So damn tired. Fuck I want this. I want him.

But he'd been warned against such activity his body far from recovered. Toxic fog and his encounter with Katana Blue and the Draks hadn't come without a heavy toll on his body.

"Bells," his name whispered lust, fingers working a nipple, the other hand moving lower. Fingertips dipping into his navel as they followed the thin line of hair down. Tickling, teasing, drawing a groan of desire from him, a shudder of need.

Unwilling but unable to bring himself to stop Jessman.

Or all too willing depending on how he looked at it.

Behind his closed eyelids the amber glow warned him to stop his lover. Flickers of bloody color telling him this was wrong, shouldn't be happening. Doc-T's warning to avoid physical stress drifting through his mind the way the toxic fog had sent poison drifting through his body.

She'd spent hours working on him, trying to keep his body from crashing, detoxifying him, feeding nanites and nutrient solutions into his veins to keep him from going into total cybernetic collapse.

He was up and moving, but equilibrium hadn't been fully restored. His body still full of toxins, aching from the aftermath of the battle with Katana Blue and the pair of Draks, wasn't ready for a prolonged bought of lovemaking.

But a quick fix might not be out of the picture.

Red glow like the embers of hell in his eyes, telling him to stop. Warning him against the exact thing the Doc herself had told him to avoid. Sex. Too much physical exertion.

His body couldn't handle it.

And it wasn't taking no for an answer either, his cock hard and aching so bad he was almost ready to just let go to the desire.

Almost.

David's hand slid lower, fingers enclosing his cock, warm pressure, the stroke slow, deliberate teasing. "I want this in me," he murmured. "Please.... Master."

Bells shuddered, groaning at the feel, the sexual tension coiling in his groin, warming his body.

If anyone else did this to him he would have pulled away, able to ignore the touch, the gentle seduction of voice and teasing pain, the feel of lips on his throat, the hand on his cock.

But this was Jessman. The man he had foolishly whispered words of love to, words that couldn't be taken back, wouldn't be forgotten.

"I love you," spoken as if David could somehow read his mind. Somehow knew what he was thinking. A whisper of desire that came from the heart and soul as much as the cock pressed to his lower back.

Groaning when the hand around his erection squeezed harder, the other hand moving to his untouched nipple and squeezing.

Kiss of pain.

Flare of heat.

Shuddering desire.

A gasp that betrayed him, showed his weakness.

And damn it he was the dom, the Master, but he found himself melting into David's arms. Found he just didn't want to fight the sensations ruling him, dragging him deeper into the yielding role of the submissive.

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