MY ALPHA MEN, THEIR LOVERS & THEIR WOMEN
Lately, I’ve focused on those incredible alpha men we all love—in more ways than one LOL—to the point of having released several books about them. Well, actually, one is a series, the Virtus Saga, while the other is Tasting Leon’s Mark, a novel that is in fact part of a series in the making. Anyway, what I’m basically interested in is their sex life, considering they both have a steady liaison with a man.
But first a word about them, the heroes, Duncan Caldwell and Leon Sterling, whose similarities far outweigh their differences, which are mostly due to their settings—the planet Sendar for the former, planet Earth for the latter. Dark ruggedly handsome types at the top of the ladder—Duncan the High Council Leader, the top level in his world’s hierarchy, Leon a successful businessman with a steadily rising career—they happen to have a gorgeous blond lover whom at first, they had trouble fitting in their busy schedules, but eventually had to admit they could not live without him.
Christopher Templeton and Sean Davis both love and adore their alpha males to the point of sacrificing almost everything simply to humor all their whims, including the most difficult ones to accept…women.
Yes, my alpha males like sex in all its infinite combinations, which include women, too. So they have no scruples to bring one, or more if necessary, into the pre-existing relationship, to have fun mostly, but also…why not? To broaden their lover’s horizons. Not an easy task, considering how indifferent or downright hostile both Chris and Sean are, but to convince them, Duncan and Leon know they have to find the right woman. So when they do…
Virtus Book 1
By Laura Tolomei
GENRE: GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ménage, m/m, m/m/f
HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames
RELEASE DATE: March 15th, 2010
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
COVER ARTIST: Angela White
Virtus Book 2
GENRE: GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ménage, m/m, f/f, m/m/f, m/m/m, m/f/f
HEAT LEVEL: 5 flames
RELEASE DATE: May 15th, 2010
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
COVER: Angela White
Catching sight of the wrong person, Chris’s eyes turned icy cold. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Not at all, Angel.” Prince Caldwell drew him closer to the couch. “We were just about to get started, but three’s more fun than two.”
Before the blond angel had the chance to complain, Duncan kissed him deep and hard, his tongue challenging, pressing to overcome his surprise, yet demanding at the same time his complete surrender. Together, they had explored sex with a variety of partners, but regardless of what gender was in their bed, the prince had never allowed Chris to kiss him, afraid it would show the depth of his feelings. Now he needed no disguise, free to be himself for the first time, so he increased the pressure to make Chris overcome his initial surprise, wanting only to turn the wet invasion into an exciting new game. And his blond angel responded beautifully, aroused beyond expectations, his body tense, cock hard pressing on Duncan’s stomach in spite of Ylianor’s presence.
“You weren’t kidding, lover.” Young Templeton grinned, pulling slightly back. “You really want to do it now.” The blue-gray eyes flashed in excitement. “But what about her?” Chris did not even look at Ylianor.
“She knows all about us, so there’s no need to worry.” Duncan, too, had eyes only for Chris. “And she’s at our complete service.” He breathed in his ear, his voice thick with desire to overcome his lover’s objection to the person, rather than the situation. “Come on, Angel. We’ve shared women before and it’ll be no different this time.” Then he gripped the stiff bulge, still concealed by the clothes, and slid it seductively.
Even if his looks told otherwise, Chris did not comment, choosing to play the game despite the guest for his cock’s needs seemed to outweigh any argument, so they kept kissing in front of Ylianor. Now firmly grasping the naked skin, Prince Caldwell teased his blond angel’s hard length, throbbing and twitching from pleasure, until, feeling Ylianor’s growing excitement reach critical levels, he knew it was the perfect time to plunge her into his world, full of growing desires in anxious wait of an explosive release.
Pulled from imagination into reality, she stared not at one, but at the two huge cocks demanding imperiously her wet attention, which she lacked the experience to give if it had not been for Prince Caldwell’s apt instructions. Come on, Princess, they need your mouth, so stick them in and swallow. And to make his point clearer, he grabbed her head and pushed it on Chris’s bulging tip. With the prince taking charge, Ylianor had no choice but to comply and her mouth wrapped obediently on the hungry shaft, her tongue darting out to explore its long length while her lips traveled to the bottom.
Now suck hard. Following the command, he pushed her head again to make Chris enter deeper, so she drew it in, fitting as much as she could, until it gagged her. Choking and coughing, Ylianor pulled back, but the prince’s firm hold did not allow her to get too far.
Use your tongue to avoid choking. At the words, she felt a twinge of sympathy that made her double her efforts despite the dangers.
Beginning to get more familiar, Ylianor dipped on the tip of the erection, feeling it twitch every time her tongue wrapped around its bulging head, licking the bumpy surface and teasing the tantalizing foreskin, until it became flaming hot. And what gave her more pleasure than anything else was reading young Templeton’s pleasure, both in his blindingly bright colors as in the stiff shaft that seemed unwilling to leave her mouth, however inexperienced it may have felt. More than that, she realized his quivering every time Duncan pushed her head forward was in fact a sign he was about to lose control and it made her wetter than she thought possible.
Having her same perception, Prince Caldwell increased the tempo, pushing her head faster on the long stem in a rhythmical fashion that would surely bring the demon to a point of no return. As if to accelerate the process, Duncan bent on Chris’s ear. “Go ahead and choke her, Angel.” She clearly heard.
At those words, the first jet reached her throat and like the prince had threatened, she gagged on the fluid, shooting out of the convulsing shaft in a seemingly inexhaustible supply, its bittersweet taste filling her senses.
Prince Caldwell grinned in satisfaction. “Great come, Angel, but don’t relax because we have many other ways to play our game.”
THEMES: GLBT, Gay, Ménage, Paranormal, m/m, m/f, m/m/f
RATING: Erotic, Controversial
RELEASE DATE: April 15th, 2010
PUBLISHER: Whiskey Creek Press Torrid http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/
“Where’s she?” Sean demanded coldly, not daring to take his gaze off the hunter, but dying from the chance to do so.
“All in due time, sweetie. Right now I just want you.” Grasping his shoulder, Leon pulled him close, hungrily attacking the prey’s soft lips and bruising them.
Sean opened wider to let him through, his mouth completely filled by the fiery tongue, straining to reach the throat. He sucked it avidly, trying to satisfy its impossible desire. All through the excruciating evening, he had only been able to think of Leon, of sex with Leon, of passionately loving Leon in a way that would quench the burning heat the damned hunter had unleashed first in the restaurant, but mostly with his ardent kiss. Now though, he knew that as usual, he had played along the hunter’s persuasions, falling straight into his trap once more. Yet, his cock did not seem to mind, his reaction surprisingly interested in what he would soon have to face. Its hardness pressed on Leon’s stomach as their tongues battled in a silent duel, clashing against each other, wrapping around their wet lengths, struggling for predominance.
Deepening the kiss, Leon shoved the prey to the staircase, making him climb backwards until he pushed him through the door leading to their dressing room, the space Sean had wanted for work outs, if not brazen admiration of his body, with or without clothes, in the huge mirrors hanging on the walls. The room was dark, though the mirrors caught a little of the light from the hall, reflecting it back on the opposite walls. Sean could not see anything anyway, especially since the hunter kept his back turned, his mouth trapped, his body pressed while his hands fumbled with the latch to free the bulge he had already felt in need of his special attentions. When he managed to pull it out of its confinement, Leon pulled slightly back.
“Now be a good boy and suck it,” he ordered, pushing down on his shoulders.
Obediently, Sean dropped to his knees, wrapping his wide-open mouth on the demanding shaft standing imperiously in front on his face. Lapping avidly the bulging head, he immediately tasted the plastic, sure sign he had already fucked the woman. Not knowing whether to feel offended or thrilled, he worked harder to suck down Leon’s thick cock, pulling it to his throat until it almost choked him. His tongue darted its own erotic way over the long stem, licking and lapping the soft skin in forceful strokes that made it twitch in pleasure. Leon pushed to get deeper, his hips holding a steady rhythm in an effort to drown inside the warm cavity, making Sean cough from time to time as the cock edged dangerously close to the choking spot right before the throat’s dip. Despite these sensations, the prey loved every moment of it and would have gladly continued if at a certain point, he did not feel her presence.
At first, he thought it was just his overexcited imagination playing tricks on him, but when he felt the strange pull again, he could not stop from turning around to look deep into the room. With the darkness, his eyes could not quite make out any details, but he clearly saw the shape standing in the middle of the room.
“Well, as long as you’ve seen her.” Leon’s husky voice caught him off guard. “You might as well take a closer look.”
As he switched on the light, the room brightened altogether and Sean’s heart stopped cold at the sight of a familiar…too familiar scene. “She looks—” He began, unable to form the words, drowning in a sea of memories and sensations.
“Exactly like you did.” Leon’s husky breath finished the thought as he, too, looked at the figure standing blindfolded and tied to the hook above her head. “Except for the blindfold, of course,” he added as an afterthought.
Because, like Leon so aptly puts it, “Gay doesn’t define you. It simply limits your choices. You’re a person, first of all, who happens to have his own particular tastes, which should never, ever become a label.”