Re-release of the same title, if you have the previous version please keep your money.
Joriah Eprion didn’t know what sort of trouble he could get into when his father sends him to another planet to find a mate. Barely making it into the spaceport he tumbles into a sizzling attraction to a man sitting at the spaceport then falls equally for another man at a bar. Unable to resist either man he sets up a confrontation between two of the most powerful men in the kingdom both who are vying for his hand. Will Jory survive their courtship or will he become a pawn between two men used to getting their own way.
Some m/m/m scenes.
The space station looked like every other space station he’d ever seen, utilitarian and dull. It had gray walls, gray carpet, gray chairs bolted to the floor, and a line of gray doors separating overnight sleeping pods from the airport’s main thoroughfare. As he turned the corner, he smiled at the only bright spot of color, an enormous blue banner covering an entire wall. In white letters against a blue background were the words Meet your mate at our mate hunt.
Joriah looked at the sign, wondering what exactly a mate hunt entailed. Was this the mating festival his father spoke of or an entirely different event? Although confident of his own appeal, Jory knew his family’s power and wealth were his greatest attractions for previous lovers. Now he only had his own charm to fall back on to catch a man. The thought both troubled and excited him.
Let the hunt begin!
His gaze snapped away from the sign when three dark-haired men, wearing nothing more than silver loincloths and strategic tattoos, slunk by. Oiled bodies shimmering with power flexed as they prowled across the airport, giving flashes of muscular butt cheeks with every step.
“Fuck me,” Jory whispered, watching the fine specimens pass him.
Visions of lying in bed with three gorgeous studs flashed through his head in brilliant detail. The second man in the trio turned in Jory’s direction and licked his lips before crooking a finger toward him.
“Oh, hell yes!”
Jory gave a quick glance over his shoulder to see if the gorgeous stranger was trying to encourage someone else.
He smiled when he saw no one stood behind him. Well, he didn’t need an engraved invitation, and Father had said he should explore his place in the universe.
What better way than with three gorgeous men? He could imagine a lot of exploring, at least inside the bedroom.
He only made it one step before a motion to his left caught his eye. A man sat at a table by the walkway, sipping something blue out of a crystal glass. With deep black hair and a strong muscular body, the man flashed Jory a captivating smile, and he forgot all about the muscle-bound oily triplets.
Maybe Peter was right.
He was a fickle bastard.
That still didn’t excuse the jerk from burning all Jory’s beautiful clothing in a bonfire in the middle of his bedroom.
Moisture pooled in Jory’s mouth as he checked out the handsome stranger. Long, long legs stretched out under the table into the empty space across from him, while skin-hugging leather pants faithfully outlined the stranger’s muscular thighs and a tight white shirt gave mouth-watering testimony to a fine set of muscles. His hair was deep black, trimmed short, but still long enough to get a proper grip on in a moment of passion. Jory’s fingers twitched with the anticipation of sinking into that lush landscape while the other man sank into him.
A power stronger than Jory felt able to resist pulled him toward the gorgeous stranger.
Everything and everyone else faded into the background as Jory walked forward, and he didn’t stop until he was standing above tall, dark and soon-to-be-his.
When the man looked up and Jory saw his brilliant green eyes, he almost broke and ran from a belated onset of nerves, but the same compulsion pulling him toward the stranger wouldn’t let him leave. His reticence vanished under the waves of desire washing through his body. His lips tingled with the need to kiss the other man. Not naturally so forward, Jory frowned at his overwhelming fascination with the other man.
Shaking his head, he ignored the little voice inside questioning his interest. He had one goal, and nothing would stop him from achieving it.
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“Good afternoon.” His voice, rich and deep, slithered down Jory’s spine like a verbal caress.
“Forgive me, but I have to taste you,” Jory said right before he leaned down and took the man’s mouth with his own.
The stranger’s flavor exploded over Jory’s tongue, sweet with a touch of masculine salt, hinting at sweaty pleasures. More, he wanted so much more.
Rough whiskers scraped his face as the kiss continued. Two large hands grabbed Jory’s ass, urging him closer until he sat on the sexy stranger’s lap. When they finally ended the kiss, Jory was straddling the stranger’s hips and panting as if he’d finished a hard sword practice.
The erection pressed against his own let him know he wasn’t alone in his desire.
For a long moment, they stared at each other, breath coming in gasps as they tried to regain their composure. Jory began to rise, but large hands grabbed him and pulled him back down.
“Don’t go.” The words were rough with need, the emerald gaze certain.
Jory leaned in for another kiss. His heart pounded hard against his chest when they finally broke apart. “I’m not leaving. I’m getting off your lap before I come in my pants like a teenage boy.”
Nipping at the thick, muscular neck earned him a satisfying growl. The sound vibrated beneath his lips, making them tingle along with every other part of his body.
Jory forced his mouth away from the swathe of tempting skin.
“Name?” he panted. Full sentences were beyond him as his brainpower vanished and his blood rushed south.
“Val. What’s yours?”
“Jory,” he squeaked out as Val took a responding nip at his throat. Need pulsed through his body like a jolt of electricity. “Stop!”
“No,” Val growled.
“I’m going to cream my pants. You have to stop.”
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Jory admired the smile on the other’s man’s face before reluctantly sliding off Val’s lap and settling across from the gorgeous creature, onto his own chair.
An adorable pout crossed the big man’s face.
“You didn’t have to sit so far away.”
“Yes, I did, unless you want me to suck you off in a spaceport full of strangers and possibly get arrested on my first day here.”
Val’s green eyes darkened even more. They were emerald rather than the jade of his father’s eyes, more translucent and sparkling, as if a drop of trapped sunlight lived inside.
“Want to get a room?” Val tilted his head to the right.
Jory’s eyes followed the motion to the rows of small resting rooms dotting both sides of the space station. Used to accommodate weary travelers, they always included the important items for a successful hookup. Clean sheets, lube, and protection gel.
He’d stayed in many of these rooms due to the constant planet hopping he did to cover up his covert fight against slavery and corruption.
“Oh yeah. I would love to get a room with you,” Jory purred, sliding a foot along the inside of Val’s thigh. His bold new approach worked well if the other man’s reaction was any indication.
Val stood up, walked around the table, and snatched Jory from his chair. Jory let out a small squeal as Val all but dragged him across the terminal. He didn’t get a chance to reconsider as Val headed for the closest room, swiped his identicard, and tossed Jory inside, slamming the smaller man against the wall.
“Sorry, baby.” Before he could get his bearings, Val wrapped his large arms around Jory, gazing at him with green eyes full of contrition. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“Roughness has its place, darlin’.” Jory offered a wicked grin. “I like a man with a firm hand as long as it’s only in the bedroom.”
Besides even a concussion would only last a few seconds.
For a long moment, they stared at each other, both fighting to regain their composure.
Watching Jory, Val stripped off his shirt, exposing drool-inducing cut abs and a strong wide chest.
Mesmerized by the flexing muscles, Jory didn’t even blink until a large callused hand tilted his head up to meet Val’s heat-filled gaze.
“Are you okay with this? I presumed a lot on a kiss.”
“N-no, you didn’t presume,” Jory rushed to reassure him. “I was just busy watching your beautiful body.”
Val lifted Jory off his feet with strong hands and placed him on the bed with the same care he’d give a piece of spun glass from the king’s private collection.
“You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” Val’s tone, filled with wonder, made Jory blush. He felt the heat rising on his cheeks beneath the burning gaze of the other man’s hot emerald eyes. Although pleased Val found him attractive, he’d rather be handsome than beautiful. Of course, he’d also like about five more inches of height, so he was used to disappointment.
“Glad you approve.” Jory found it difficult to follow the conversation while fighting the insane urge to pounce on Val. He twitched with the need to rub his body all over the other man to get as much skin-to-skin contact as humanly possible.
Val’s deep voice rumbled even deeper, sending shivers of excitement down Jory’s spine and settling in his dick. “You’re way too overdressed for this party, gorgeous. As a gentleman, it’s only polite for me to take care of that problem for you.”
“Never let it be said that you aren’t a gentleman.” The huskiness of his voice belied his attempted nonchalance.
With a quick, knowing touch, Val soon divested Jory of his boots, socks, pants and shirt. In the blink of an eye, he lay on the bed, wearing only his silk boxers.
“Nice.” Val slid one rough finger across the material, snagging on the fine fabric.
For once Jory didn’t care about the state of his clothes. He wanted them gone, leaving no barrier between him and those fabulous hands.
“Such a beautiful temptation. Now let’s see you completely unwrapped.”