A 26th century, time-traveling, bounty hunter snatchs a 18th century Earth pirate in a deal to enrich the archeoalogical knowledge of mankind, but as he develops an attraction for the likable, free-spirited prey, he attempts to alter the deal, threatening both his own personal code of honor and the strict rules of conduct of his race. Will the love of a wily, cock-sure, young pirate be enough for the stoic hunter to risk exile from his own people?
Maymon bit at his lower lip in an uncharacteristic show of anxiety, and then tentatively said, “And even if a body wanted more from another gent,” a long hidden desire filled his tone and touched his eyes, conveying what he was having trouble putting into words, “sodomy is a hanging offense…and no one looks good with a noose round his neck, guv.” He swallowed hard, letting his own eyes drift repeatedly down and then away from Talos’ grip on the alien’s own long, thick shaft. He forced his lust-filled gaze to lock on Talos’ guarded expression and softly, hopefully asked, “I’m hoping the rules might have changed a bit in the last eight hundred years or so, have they?”
He stared at Talos, neither one moving, both gauging each other’s sincerity.
Nostrils flaring and breath coming in short, hard puffs, Talos appeared to be restraining himself. The stone-hard muscles of his body quivered and his speech was little more than rumbled growl from deep in his chest as he demanded, “I want forever.”
Maymon’s eyelids fluttered and his mouth hung open, stunned by the statement. No one had wanted him for more than a day, and then he was paying for the privilege with a hefty piece of coin. Never for just the pleasure of his company, for just himself. But forever was a long, long time.
He glanced away and huffed out a series of rapid breaths to clear away the confusion all this talk of love and commitment was causing. The heat of the room and his own rising desires served to compound his distress. He decided to throw all caution to the winds and go with frank honesty again. “I can’t promise forever, guv.” He saw the light of hope start to fade from the Hunter’s startling eyes and hastened to add, “but I’m willing to let you convince me of the profit in it.”
Talos covered the distance between them in one long stride and lifted a stunned, flustered Maymon off his feet, pinning him against a wet shower wall. Their chests met in a thud, driving the air from Maymon’s lungs and slapping his head against the slick surface behind him.
Talos looked directly into Maymon’s wide, black eyes and growled, “The rules have changed, Aidan.”
The rumble in the Hunter’s chest vibrated into Maymon, shaking him all the way through to his wall-plastered spine. He saw something dark and lustful click in Talos’ beastly eyes. A white hot blast of terrified passion flared in his blood and burned throughout his entire body until he thought his very heart and soul had been set on fire. The flames fanned higher and hotter when Talos butted his chin up with one gray, satiny cheek and darkly declared, “Now…now you’re mine.”
Maymon’s cock hardened painfully as the Hunter’s rich, deep voice claimed possession of him. He was surprisingly thrilled to be so desired, thrilled and frightened. He knew this would mean problems for the Bounty Hunter. He was the coveted prize meant for others, but right now, as usual, all the young pirate was interested in was the moment and the overwhelming, unfamiliar emotion of being desired for more than his arse.
Oh, he was sure his arse was going to be the center of attention at some point soon, at least he hoped it was, but he also realized the great beastie wanted him, not just his hot, snug hole. Not only did the Hunter desire him, but he felt something shift inside of him each time he looked at the massive warrior. He had since the first time he laid eyes on Talos down under the murky, green sea. It felt amazingly different knowing that. His heart seemed to grow in his chest and his breathing became rapid and shallow. Everything felt more intense, more tantalizing, more stimulating, more untried to the young pirate.
So preoccupied with discovering he had feelings for the Hunter that went beyond mere sexual gratification, he was taken by surprise when a set of thin, warm, wet lips grazed across his own.
Maymon instantly jerked his face away. He felt a strong, massive hand grab onto his skull and gently but firmly hold his head still, soft supple lips working their way over and up and down his jawline and neck.
He weakly protested between grunted puffs of shallow air. “Gents…gents don’t kiss, guv. Be like kissing …ah,” a long wet swipe of Talos’ tongue lapped over his Adam’s apple making him squirm against the unrelenting hold on his head. “Kissing, oh, my,…,” another unexpected assault of lips and tongue began on the tender flesh behind one ear and Maymon gasped and arched his back in response. “Like kissing a swine’s arse…rancid and coarse and hairy and….,” satiny lips kissed his closed eyelids and rained small touches down his cheeks, stopping to linger over one corner of his talking mouth. His own tongue automatically responded to the seductive sensations, tentatively poking through his parted lips between stuttered words. “Not something…I…I want to…do.”
Up until now, Maymon’s hands had been latched onto Talos’ brawny forearms, each new assault by Talos’ talented silky lips made his hands clench and unclench as passion fought with his outdated prejudices. As Talos’ lips skated over his mouth a second time, Maymon gave up the battle as he surged up within the gently confines of the Hunter’s hold. He locked his lips firmly onto the insistent mouth exploring his face, arms wrapping tightly around Talos’ stout neck, drawing the Hunter impossibly closer in a harsh, insistent embrace.
The passionate, almost violent kiss lasted for several long, breathless minutes as the two devoured each other. Maymon wrapped his legs around Talos’ waist and hung on, running his hands over the hairless scalp and silky smooth skin of his lover. He broke away only when he found he was breathing so hard he was lightheaded and dizzy.
Pulling back in amazement to stare at Talos through half-lidded, passion-glazed eyes, Maymon sputtered in disbelief, “Brandy. Bloody hell, you taste like brandy. Better even than the bottle I stol—liberated from that last merchant ship.” He licked his swollen, tender lips, delighted and aroused by the way Talos’ eyes hungrily followed the simple movement. “Shoulda listened to you before, luv,” Maymon smoldered. “Remind me of that now and then.” He dove back in for another blistering kiss, undaunted by the click of clashing teeth and the lack of sufficient air.