This one brat does something stupid to his step brother not step brother. That brat loves another brat then runs away from his crime, leaving brat the second scared and bitter. Fast forward to grown up time where criminal brat has become Alpha to th...
This is the start of the Sequel Book to Unsevered Ties, called Unbroken Bonds. Part one is available on Amazon and part two is slowly getting worked on because Author is big sad and hates whatever she writes right now, so I'll give the homies a treat.
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Chapter 1
The sound of smacking flesh echoed in the open space of the barn house, making the otherwise serene night lively.
Naki blinked, silver lashes coating his vision for a moment before he continued to stare at the two people he could see vividly from his bed of straw. He shouldn’t watch. Everyone told him it wasn’t polite, watching people share their bodies.
In the years of traveling with Valas and Sylas, relearning basic things, he picked up a lot of dos and don’ts. A don’t, watching visual harmony that produced audible symphonies. Yet– he hadn’t gotten to experience this –this dance–the wicked enchantment weaved by two becoming one.
Naki blinked again, fighting it because he didn’t want to miss anything. Even the fleeting blockade of his eyelids took away the entrancing site. Between two people, two bodies, it looked so enticing and fulfilling.
He wanted it. In his muddled mind the taste didn't exist yet– he knew he craved it. He wanted to taste what the two partners engorged themselves on.
But they always told him no. He could not sample the mesmerizing entanglement of song and dance, body, mind, and surely soul. The unnamed colors that the union created serenaded him, a siren's song, beckoning him to find it.
Silver and amethyst eyes drifted up the deep olive skin of Valas’ torso. The man’s muscles were smooth and toned, their imprint moved beneath youthful skin with each movement of his hips.
Even in the low light of a few lamps, Naki could see the sheen of wet droplets coating supple skin. Scents joined visual and audible pleasure, the musk of their lovemaking wafted in the air. The top row of white teeth dug into the swell of a bruised berry low lip. No one could tell Naki assaulted himself, their color buried the fresh evidence. He craved experiencing the orchestra of senses. Only touch and taste remained forbidden and cruelly unknown.
Naki’s brows wrinkled. Valas was bigger than him, taller, bulkier, carved by work and genetics. His body stretched higher now than it was before. When he’d first met them, he was not that big, shorter and softer. Now he only stood a bit shorter than Valas, to his shoulder. Time made him stronger. The world did not protect the weak and fragility often got plucked and ripped from the possibility of thriving
He wasn’t broad like Valas; still leaner, slimmer, but no longer soft. If his body reformed itself nearer to Valas’ now, why couldn’t he compose his own unexperienced masterpiece?
In the three years that they traveled over many terrains. They fought the monstrous creatures and slowly made their way to the place Valas desired. Naki learned many things from the man. He learned blades, his two swords were now the envy of many.
