The Prince of Desire by Emily Wilcox

Author:Emily Wilcox [Wilcox, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Amazon: B007IMH5TW
Publisher: Forever Amber Publishing
Published: 2012-03-06T13:00:00+00:00

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Tamim had been ravished—and knowing he had let himself be ravished burned at the core

of his soul. He'd kissed the lips and sucked the cock of a Turkish prince, and he'd done it with

barely a whimper of protest. On the contrary, he'd encouraged and enjoyed it. Then the man had

laid him down and mastered him cock to cock until he had collapsed from sheer pleasure.

Surrendering sexually to Shihad had filled his earthly veins with honey and fire. until he

remembered who he was, and looked up into the proprietary gaze of a man whose people had

murdered his family and were even now, valley by valley, conquering his land. With a weakness

he abhorred, he had spent his seed on command, then been covered with enemy seed himself,

like a chamber whore. Now he only felt sick to his stomach.

Afterward, Shihad had been all tenderness and attention. More kisses, hands on his skin, the

gentle pressure of a cloth soaked in warm water cleaning away the traces of their coupling. His

body, to his own horror, had begun to respond anew, his nipples growing tight to Shihad's

touches, his cock thick upon his belly. He had welcomed Imad's interruption, though he missed

Shihad's warmth, the hot press of his body. It had not helped at all to overhear Imad berate

Shihad furiously for practically raping an invalid, laying blame on poppy medication for

Tamim's compliance. He knew better.

He had been compliant because he had wanted Shihad to kiss him. The man's hand stroking

his cock was the stuff of his every fantasy. And seeing Shihad's cock. how could he have lost

every shred of pride and succumbed to his curiosity and urges like some unschooled adolescent?

His first lover should have been a man who cared for him, someone of good family who had

courted him with gifts and promises, not some Turkish nobleman who'd claimed him as spoils

after a battle and then marked him the way a dog might. At least Shihad had helped him change

out of his cum-soaked tunic. Bare skin was better than wearing garments so shamefully stained.

Almost as distressing, Bis had been remanded back to the falconer. Although Tamim hated

being separated from her again, he was convinced Shihad would soon allow him to resume being

her handler. He wanted to fly her, sink into their bond. At least when she flew, he would

experience unfettered freedom, the sheer elation of movement his own body no longer allowed.

When with his eagle, he could remember who he really was. A son of kings, loved by his mother

and sisters, companion to brothers tall and straight as war spears, always ready to laugh. A

warrior blessed by his gods to command the allegiance of an eagle. He ground his teeth against

the sobs that gathered within him, churning under his breastbone like ghouls.

He sat up again as Shihad re-entered the room with the purple-robed physician. The latter

bore a covered tray in his hands.

Shihad sat upon the bed beside him and looked earnestly into his eyes. "What happened

between us was extraordinary, but it is not the extent of my use for you.

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