In a forgotten part of the city, where unusual beings are free to be themselves, werewolf police officer Warden searches for his boyfriend, Tate. With help from Snap, an odd little fellow and Tate's assistant, Warden descends into the trolls' den to find Tate. Knowing Tate is a feared inhabitant -- if not unofficial ruler -- of the Underground, Warden can only imagine the way things will play out if he isn’t found.<br><br>Tate knows all about magic, and he knows trolls don't generally possess it. Upon discovering a doorway, he's captured and held prisoner. Now his only hope is Warden, who wears the key to Tate's freedom. But freedom comes with a price, and Tate makes a tough decision to ensure the trolls never cause problems again.

Under Starlight

Tate was burning, his nerves humming, and it was a song he always sought. The aches and pains, the weariness, it all vanished, buried deep in his mind to be dealt with later. Kidnappings and fights, banishings, none of it stood a chance, not when his senses were being overrun by Warden.


He licked down Warden’s left thigh and up his right, ignoring the prize as well as the pleas, taking things at a savory pace.


Tate stopped, peering up at Warden. “Please, what?”


“My sweet puppy dog, I love to hear you beg,” he remarked, following it up with a quick flick of his tongue against the top of Warden’s erection. “But maybe you’ve been through enough. Decisions, decisions.”


Chapter 11