Being gay and pagan can make for a lonely holiday season, as Liam knows well. He's used to celebrating alone. The last place he expects to meet a like-minded guy is at LAX during a twenty-nine-hour layover. Liam's never felt so comfortable or compatible with another man, even if there is an air of mystery to Race. <br><br>Race is no stranger to holiday isolation, and he decides they should seize the opportunity they've been given and observe the Saturnalia the way it was meant to be. A grand celebration ensues, where every moment is special and every meal a feast.<br><br>The ancient traditions take on new meaning as the men find meaning in each other. Each has a destiny, and for their paths to continue together, it'll take a kind of magic that hasn't been seen in centuries. Can Race convince Liam to accept that destiny?

29 Hours to Eternity

Race moved his fingertips up and down Liam’s sides, tracing every rib before he pressed his thumbs to the tender flesh of Liam’s groin. He moved his thumbs in a circle, then pushed in firmly and used an up-and-down motion until Liam was clenching around him, hips thrusting frantically.


Small rivulets of sweat oozed along Race’s lips, and he licked them off, cherishing the salty taste. His scent mixed with Liam’s. They were surrounded by a cloud of lust and need. All too soon Liam was coming, covering Race’s belly with thick, white, warm liquid. The air was alive with a heady aroma that mixed with that of their heated bodies. One last powerful upward thrust and a tingle spread from the base of Race’s spine to his balls and cock until he throbbed inside Liam and gasped for breath.


Liam pitched forward and used his hands on Race’s shoulders to hold himself up while he gulped in deep breaths. “That was amazing.”


Chapter 5