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

“I’ll get you ready first, Master. Try to relax.”


The guard didn’t even wait for Cassian to nod his assent. Yashiv moved in closer and licked at the skin of Cassian’s inner thigh.


Cassian craned his neck to peer behind him, to see how Yashiv was crouched down low and able to reach that spot. But the position was too awkward, so he settled for closing his eyes, letting his body feel more keenly.


Yashiv’s tongue traveled up, leaving a cold, wet trail along Cassian’s leg. Cassian spread his legs wider, and Yashiv used that to his advantage. His tongue went higher, gliding over the area where thigh met buttocks. It caressed back and forth, making Cassian shiver.


Cassian chuckled, but at that moment, Yashiv changed his attack, sliding his tongue to the rim of Cassian’s hole. The delighted laugh changed into a deep groan.


Chapter 60