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

Cassian poured a small amount of the liquid into his hand and applied it along his cock. It felt good as he worked it on and he couldn’t keep in a moan at the pleasure of it.


Yashiv looked over his shoulder, his eyes dark with lust again.


“Put more oil into your hands, and loosen me up with your fingers.”


Cassian rubbed his oiled fingers along the outside of Yashiv’s opening. The flesh was hot and inviting. Cassian slipped a finger inside, amazed at how easily it happened.


The guard took a shaky breath. “Yes, Master. That feels wonderful. More. More fingers.”


Cassian added a second finger, working them both in and out of Yashiv. The opening contracted around him.


He added a third finger. Now the flesh stretched from the pressure. “Does it hurt?”


“No,” Yashiv panted. “It feels good. Keep going.”


Chapter 43