BLURB:
When
Dr. Nick Gardiner goes on the run from a psychotic ex and ends up at Olympic
Cove, the last thing he expects to find is his friend Ian living with two
redheaded demigods and learning how to be a storm god. Adding to the confusion
is a wounded merman named Aidan who washes up in the cove, requiring Nick’s
professional help. As it turns out, the handsome mer and his partner Liam have
other plans for the ER doctor — to claim him as their agapetos, their
destined mate, and fulfill his need to submit.A chance encounter at a local junk shop reveals that Nick has his own role to play in the battle against the insane Nereid Thetis. Under the reluctant mentorship of the centaur Chiron, Nick must master the use of the Rod of Asclepius if he wants to rescue his mates from a ghastly fate and help Ian save the planet.
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EXCERPT
Hefting the Rod,
Nick headed into the master bedroom and put it away in the closet. The bed
looked insanely soft and comfortable, and he felt an intense urge to do a
faceplant into the coverlet and let sleep take him away.
Someone cleared
their throat, and he turned to see Aidan and Liam in the bedroom doorway.
“Where should we sleep, Nick?” Aidan asked.
That was a good question.
He scrubbed at his face, trying to think. “Do you need to go back into the
water?”
“No, we’re good
for a day or two at least.”
“Okay. I guess
there’s always the guest rooms.”
A flicker of
disappointment ran through those green eyes, but Aidan nodded. “We’ll let you
get some sleep.” He turned to leave.
“No.”
Nick’s eyebrows
went up. “Excuse me?”
“No,” Liam
repeated, calm but unmovable. “We’re supposed to be your bodyguards, according
to Lord Chiron. That won’t be easy if we’re sleeping in separate rooms. We need
to sleep in here with you.”
Annoyance
bubbled to the surface, tempered by the allure of curling up between his mers.
“Look, no offense, but I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, trying to
sound firm. “I’m really tired, and I don’t think I’m up for anything tonight.”
Liam stepped
even closer. “We’re not supposed to leave you alone,” he said, hazel blue eyes
shadowed in the twilit room. “Listen to me, chuisle. You’re exhausted,
and understandably so. You were threatened by your former lover, and then you
had to deal with one of the most powerful gods on the planet, followed
immediately by a long study session. You’ve done enough for the day. Let us
help you relax.”
That low voice,
like a cello with its rich intonation, was impossible to resist. “Just relax?”
Liam smiled.
“More if you’re in the mood. But it’s up to you.”
He didn’t want
to admit it, but he was already getting aroused at the thought of both of them
touching him. “I … okay. Yes.”
The tall mer
took his hands, lifting each one to his mouth in turn and kissing it. “Yes, Maighstir,”
he said with a smile.
It sounded like
‘master’ with a Gaelic lilt making it into ‘maister’. Nick’s last bit of
resistance disappeared, and he felt boneless with pleasure at the anticipation
of what was to come. “Yes, Maighstir.”
“Mm. Good boy.”
***
Liam let Nick’s
hands go. They dropped to the human’s sides and Nick’s dark head tilted,
exposing the long line of muscle and tendon just waiting to be decorated with
bite marks and sucking kisses. Oh, their chuisle knew how to lure
attention.
But Liam knew
how to wait. Instead of putting his mouth to Nick’s offered throat, he
whispered, “Now, we’re going to take off your clothes.”
A shiver ran
through Nick at that. Liam paused, trying to judge if it had been caused by
lust or fear. The reality of the situation came back to him—the last time Nick
had played with anyone, his trust had been shattered and his body damaged. They
were swimming through shark-infested waters here, and one wrong move could
drive their mate even further away from them.
He bent close to
Nick’s ear again. “If something upsets you, you will tell us immediately, do
you understand? We’ll sit down tomorrow and have a long talk about what you can
and cannot do, and I swear to you that Aidan and I will respect your limits.
But tonight is purely for your pleasure and comfort.”
He heard Nick
swallow, and the shivering died down. “Good. Now, take a deep breath.”
Their mate’s
ribcage expanded, filling with the air all his kind needed. “Another.” Liam ran
his hands over Nick’s shoulders, enjoying the feel of the curved muscle there.
“Good. I’m going to take off your shirt.”
Moving with
deliberation, he slid all the buttons through their holes, tugging the smooth
fabric off and tossing it to the side. He took in a soft breath, admiring
Nick’s body. His muscles weren’t as pronounced as a mer’s, but his back and
shoulders had beautifully delineated hollows and rises that implied strength
and agility. Liam’s mouth watered with the sudden urge to bite into one firm
shoulder.
Instead, he ran
just the pads of his fingertips across Nick’s skin, tracing the outline of his
upper body. On the other side Aidan had stepped closer, running his own fingers
along Nick’s chest and abs. Their mate made a soft, hungry noise deep in his
throat, and Aidan flashed that irresistible smile. “I think you like this, chuisle.”
“Mmm.”
Liam leaned
close, nipping Nick’s earlobe again. “Use your words,” he ordered gently.
“Yes, I like
this, Maighstir.” The response was soft, almost dreamy.
Liam caught
Aidan’s eye, then glanced down meaningfully. At the same time he slid his hands
down Nick’s arms, gently ringing his wrists and drawing them behind his back.
“You’re still wearing too much.”
“Far too much,”
Aidan agreed, sinking to his knees. Liam watched over Nick’s shoulder as the
other mer started undoing Nick’s belt, teasingly drawing the leather through
the loops, before easing down his zipper. Nick made another noise, deeper this
time.
He likes being
restrained and controlled. Liam felt his own desire rise, and firmly corralled
it. Tonight is for him, to show him he belongs with us.
Nick gasped
suddenly, twitching in his grip. Glancing down, Liam saw his other mate
planting an open-mouthed kiss at the base of Nick’s hardening cock through his
underwear.
“Did I say you
could do that, boy?” he asked Aidan, putting a growl into his voice.
The green-eyed
mer leaned back, face shadowed in the room’s dim light. “I’m sorry, Maighstir.
I couldn’t resist a taste.”
Liam was tempted
to correct him, but their focus had to remain on Nick. “I’ll deal with you
later,” he rumbled, and saw goosebumps rise on Nick’s skin. The idea obviously
appealed. “Hm. Would you like that, chuisle? I could tie you to the
headboard and make you watch me punish Aidan. I’d bend him over the end of the
bed and turn his ass a lovely red as you watched. Then I’d put him on his hands
and knees and fuck him while he looked at you.”
This time both
his mates groaned at the image he’d created. “I wouldn’t let him come for a long
time,” Liam murmured, enjoyed the sensation of his own cock plumping out and
pressing against the fabric of his shorts. “And every time I thrust into him,
his mouth would come closer and closer to your cock, almost close enough to
suck it. But never quite close enough. And all the time I was fucking him, all
you could do is sit there, hard and aching so badly, and watch us.”
Nick’s head
dropped back onto his shoulder. “Please, Maighstir,” he whispered.
“Mm. Such a good
boy.” He nodded at Aidan, and the other mer finished taking Nick’s trousers
down, then his briefs. “If you’re very good and earn it, I may let you come
tonight. No promises, though.”
BIO
Nicola Cameron is an
expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and
keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently
located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of
"y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in
sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing
about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing
career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles
cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity,
and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major
telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s
just plain torture...).
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