T.A. Creech

King Solna Nalion is tired of war. Standing in the aftermath of yet another battle over an ancient insult, he longs for the possibility of ending the wars at last -- and finds it in Vius Tylele, a wounded warrior who is not what he seems. In light of Tylele's charm and intelligence, Nalion schemes to unite their countries for a lasting peace, one that might even bring love.<br><br>Nothing is as it seems and Vius Tylele knows that all too well. But King Nalion’s marriage proposal, while ridiculous, has merit. Between petulant generals, tainted magic, and falling unexpectedly in love, Vius discovers he has more to lose than he thought. His country, his magic, and even his heart.

Witch King

He ground down on the fingers buried in him, panting against Solna’s grinning lips when his husband twisted and thrust his thick fingers, working him open. Then Solna started petting Vius’ tight rim with a slow stroke of his thumb and Vius groaned and arched. Solna took advantage, raining nips and kisses along Vius’ throat and collar. Solna twisted his fingers again and brushed against that sweet little bump that whited out Vius’ vision for a brief second.


“Now,” he ground out. Solna obliged without protest, fingers reluctantly removed from his clenching hole.


Solna managed to fish his hard length out of his beeches and slather it with oil in no time at all, then palmed Vius’ backside and guided him down onto his hard cock.


Chapter 16