Here’s a sneak peak of Saint Returns (Part of the Thresl series for those of you unfamiliar). Still in WIP mode but soon finished.
[keep in mind this is unedited]
Mars’ throat dried up as he examined the delicious man sprawled across his bed. He thought he’d seen just about everything. His chest ached and he sought to gather more breath in his lungs before speaking.
“Who are you?” Even as he asked the words he knew this must be Saint, the Thresl everyone had warned him about. Hell had warned him there was another member on the ship. One he hadn’t caught sight of except in Thresl form. He’d thought Saint had left the ship with the others. Now he knew how badly he’d been mistaken.
“You can call me Saint or mate.” Saint drawled as he slid off the bed. “Or yours.”
His predatory gait sent shivers of need down Mars’ spine. Mars cock hardened at the sight of all that exposed flesh. He was almost distracted enough to miss the words. “Mate?”
Saint stepped close enough Mars could inhale his scent. His mouth watered. If he had more Thresl blood his canines would’ve descended. Fortunately at only a quarter Thresl he didn’t have the physical markings. Except his eyes, easily hid, when he went to extract kidnapped Thresls.
Mars had always had lovers smaller than him. The man strutting toward him surpassed Mars in both breadth and height. “Listen it’s been a long day. All I want is my bed.”
Saint grinned. “What a coincidence, that’s what I want too.”
“Somehow I don’t think you mean to sleep.” Mars took a step back.
“Why waste a perfectly good bed for sleeping?” Saint’s voice dipped to a low purr. The sound rolled through Mars like a phantom caress.
Mars kept stepping back until he stood outside his room. He didn’t take another breath until the door slid close between him. What had he gotten himself into? With his mission to dig out the conspirators and make the Thresls safe, he didn’t have time to deal with a romantic life.
Turning, he quickly walked down the corridor. He’d find somewhere else to sleep for the night. After a long day he didn’t have the energy to deal with a man who claimed to be his mate.
Mars froze in his tracks. Damn. Why couldn’t he have a moment alone? Being the captain never gave him enough time for a proper panic attack.
Daniel Garin ran down the hall to meet him. “What can I do for you?” He tried to keep the impatience out of his voice but when Daniel looked everywhere but at him he figured he’d failed.
“Um, Captain. I just wanted to thank you for taking me on. I mean after…” Daniel trailed off.
Mars had found him getting the shit beat out of him in a second rate world’s alley. He could tell embarrassment kept the words from Daniel’s lips.
“No problem kid, Grub said you’re doing an amazing job.” Mars patted Daniel on the back. Truthfully the head mechanic had grunted and said Daniel hadn’t set anything on fire but for Grub that was high praise.
Daniel ran a hand through his thick hair and blinked up at Mars through his long lashes. “I-I just wanted you to know if there was anything, anything at all I could do for you to let me know.”
Mars froze. He’d known the kid found him attractive but he hadn’t thought Daniel had it in him to make an offer like that. He quickly rebounded. Mars had learned how to adapt to any situation. He had to if he expected to stay one step ahead of his unruly crew.
“I appreciate the offer Daniel but right now I just need a good mechanic assistant.” Any other day and Mars would have been all over that offer. Daniel had a slim build and the kind of mouth any healthy gay man would dream about. Right now Mars just wanted a pillow and a horizontal spot to sleep preferably without a predatory Thresl hunting him.
Daniel slid one finger down Mars’ chest. “I was thinking something more personal. A man like you needs someone to help you take the edge off of your stress.”
A roar echoed down the hall. Before Mars could yell a warning, an enormous Thresl cat slammed into Daniel and knocked him three feet down the corridor.