Nine years ago, Cassian witnessed the assassination of his father, which left him to lead the desert clan. Growing up, he had relied on help from those around him; now an adult, Cassian wants to prove his own worth. His first task -- securing the love of his bodyguard, Yashiv. Though the two have been inseparable since Cassian’s childhood, he fears Yashiv won’t let down his walls of propriety. Then Cassian finds a child, the only survivor of the king’s caravan procession. Wen claims to be the bride for Prince Manoel, the ruler of the nearby city, but underlying currents of her story raise Cassian’s suspicions. Cassian and Yashiv must find where Wen belongs, before rival clans, the city’s guards, or Cassian’s own people decide the child’s fate. Can Cassian and Yashiv find out where Wen belongs before her fate is decided by rival clans or Cassian’s own people? And can Cassian show Yashiv he’s now a man, as well as Master of his clan?

Shifting Sand

Gods, Cassian had waited so long for this, having his feelings returned by the bodyguard. Now that it’d happened, he was terrified he’d lose it, that things would go back to how they were. To have this—have him—and then be denied was the worst thing Cassian could think of.


Yashiv tore his lips away, turning his head to the side. “Master,” he gasped.


Cassian buried his face in Yashiv’s now exposed neck, biting at the skin there. The guard cried out, sounding half pain, half pleasure. Yashiv’s cock twitched between their bodies. Cassian slithered off Yashiv, sinking down to his knees. Yashiv propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes glazed with desire. He watched on hungrily as Cassian’s fingers latched around his pulsing flesh.


“Cassian,” he whispered, his irises dark, even in the morning light.


Chapter 29