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

“Perfect,” he muttered. “Just like that.”


Encouraged, Cassian doubled his efforts. As his lips applied pressure on the top and bottom, his tongue slipped over the little slit. He lost himself in the rhythm of it, his hands and mouth working in tandem. Every hitch of the guard’s breath sent a jolt of pleasure to Cassian’s own groin. He never realized he’d get so aroused by the noises Yashiv made or the way the other man’s body responded.


“Master,” Yashiv croaked. It was all the warning he got. Yashiv’s cock spasmed, and semen shot into Cassian’s waiting mouth. He kept moving, kept sucking. He drained every last drop and when he was sure Yashiv was done, he pulled back and swallowed. The liquid tasted salty on his tongue, and unlike anything he’d experienced before.


Cassian raised his head and saw the sated pleasure on Yashiv’s features. Cassian smiled, feeling he’d done a good job.


Chapter 42