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Book 10 of The Dark Servant
Unto the Sunset Hall and the Hall of
Night. Forever.
Captain Jisten and high priest S’Rak
have accepted the bond the Gods meant for them to share, saving one another in
the process. Now they must formalize their union and seek a blessing before Jisten’s
people. But amidst the celebrations, trouble is brewing.
The false sun priest, exposed for
the chaos mage he is, turns on his watchers, striking at those who’d called him
friend. His ultimate goal is to destroy the Victory Prophecy by murdering Prince
Jethain. Only a dragon, a captain, and a high priest stand in his way. What
price will the trio pay to save the prince?
Excerpt:
The early dawn was the best time to
hunt hares, according to the stable boys. The three avtappi ambled along the
clay path, ears pricked and nostrils quivering as they searched for prey. Rak
sat easily on Vyld’s saddle, lost in thought. The avtappi pricked their ears
first, hearing something that Rak couldn’t. Zala looked happiest and stamped
her hoof. Jisten jogged into view.
Rak admired the view. He didn’t
speak, he just looked, a slight smile on his lips. Sweat runneled down Jisten’s
chest, outlining the muscles there against the thin shirt. His long runner legs
spread to their full span, those muscles well outlined as well.
Jisten looked over, saw them, and
his stride faltered. “S’Rak?”
“Xai’εtε,
Jisten. Are we disturbing you?” Rak’s lust surged and he clamped down on it
automatically.
Jisten jogged over. “No, want to
join me?” He ran in place.
“A runner, I am not,” laughed Rak
easily.
“Stay on Vyld then.” Zala whuffled
Jisten’s face. He patted her nose, then started running and glanced back. “Hurry!”
Zala trotted after him, tail
swishing. Vyld followed on Zala’s heels, while Vrema cantered to catch up.
Rak left off meditating for the far
more entertaining occupation of admiring Jisten’s body. Every now and then,
Jisten looked over his shoulder and flashed a brilliant smile. Rak always
returned the smile with great warmth…They reached a small, secluded pond tucked
away in a tiny valley lined with ferns.
Jisten slowed and put his hand on
Rak’s thigh. “Want to take a rest stop?”
“Ai.
What a lovely little valley.”
“It’s a gem I admire often, and the
water is refreshing. Not as cold as the lake, but still enjoyable.” Jisten
stripped off his sweaty shirt.
Rak sighed in appreciation, paying
no attention to what his mate was actually saying. Jisten grinned and slipped
off his pants, leaving only his shorts.
Rak threw a leg over Vyld’s withers
and slid down the stallion’s side. He landed lightly, shedding himself of tunic
and pants. Rak swept his hands down Jisten’s body, caressing the firm, sweaty
skin. Jisten clasped Rak to him and kissed him deep and hard. Rak’s wings
cupped around them as he moaned, desire swelling. Now it was Jisten’s hands
that explored, stroking Rak’s wings out. Rak’s hands slid down Jisten’s
backside and under the waistband of the shorts. One of Jisten’s hands reached
between Rak’s buttocks, but the other continued to stroke wing.
Rak licked Jisten’s ear. “I thought
you wanted to swim.”
Jisten rubbed Rak’s opening. “Yes,
let’s.”
Rak pushed Jisten away without
warning and sprang for the pond. “Last one in sucks basilisk eggs!”
Jisten sprinted past Rak, who
flapped his wings in an attempt to accelerate, but Jisten plunged in a hair
ahead of him. “Hope those eggs taste good!” Jisten teased.
Rak burst out laughing. “They are
inedible,” he admitted. “Unless you happen to be a wyvern.”
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