In the quaint, sleepy college town of Huntsville, history has an eerie way of repeating itself generation after generation ... When in-the-closet college student Matthew Rhodes arrives at the old building in the town's historical district, little does he realize his life is about to take a sudden and dramatic turn. He is certainly prepared to earn extra income by posing nude for erotica artist Skylar Novak, and definitely anxious to discover if the sexy and reclusive man has an interest in him other than one of an artistic nature. But things get complicated when Matthew meets a handsome stranger lurking outside the artist's door. A stranger who has a sudden and compelling effect on him before disappearing in the blink of an eye. Matthew and Skylar quickly discover they share both an uncontrollable and supernatural bond with each other, leading to a red-hot and steamy affair, but they also realize they are mysteriously linked to the stranger. Is he even a man at all, or could he be an entity from another plane of existence with lecherous designs of his own? And could his connection to Matthew and Skylar have historical significance, involving an elaborate and desperate plan that has miserably failed every generation for centuries? Before the situation can drive him insane, Matthew is determined to open his mind to new possibilities and learn the whole truth. But in doing so, will his burgeoning love and unquenchable sexual appetite for Skylar, the man of his dreams, suffer in the process? Or will his actions secure their love for eternity?

Art for Art's Sake

I could think of nothing except rutting, savage and no-holds-barred rutting, like a primal beast in heat. It felt as if I’d lost my head to the lechery rising up within me. I somehow knew that if I attempted to stop kissing him and touching him—and, damn it, loving him—I wouldn’t have been able to do so, even with a packed arsenal of self-determination to aid me.


I don’t know how long we stood there, maybe five minutes, maybe an hour, our bodies rubbing together as we clutched handfuls of bulging muscles and smothered each other in ravenous kisses. Time no longer had any meaning while we bit and nibbled and sucked each other’s flesh, passionately branding our necks and chests and arms in the form of blood-red hickeys. Our pulsating shafts turned slippery with oozing seed as we humped each other’s fur-covered bellies, our testicles alternately caressing or thumping together. The friction quickly became all too intense, and before I knew it, my cock prepared to erupt.


Chapter 39