That Irresistible Poison Read Online Alessandra Hazard (Calluvia’s Royalty #2)

Categories Genre: Angst, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Calluvia's Royalty Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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“We can’t,” Ksar’s voice said in his head, his hot mouth trailing down Seyn’s chin to his throat. Seyn wasn’t sure when Ksar had untied his cravat, but suddenly Ksar’s lips were sucking a vicious hickey on his neck and Seyn’s mouth was opening in a silent moan. Heavens, why did this feel so good? It had no right to feel this good, not with this man. The fucked up part was that he couldn’t imagine allowing another man to do this to him, especially in such a public place. His parents—and hundreds of high-ranking members of society—were just behind that flimsy door that could open at any moment. This was crazy. Absolutely insane. But he wanted him so badly that at that moment he didn’t give a shit if hundreds of people watched them as long as Ksar kept kissing him and touching him.

“Ksar,” Seyn breathed out, alternately clutching at Ksar’s wide shoulders and running his fingers through Ksar’s hair.

“We can’t,” Ksar said, his hands slipping down and pulling their hips flush. Seyn sucked a breath in, feeling the hard length of Ksar’s cock against his.

“Not here,” Ksar said, his voice so thick it was unrecognizable. He pulled away and straightened his clothes, not looking at Seyn, a flush high on his cheekbones, his lips wet and shiny. Seyn had never thought it was possible to feel such gut-wrenching want and disappointment. The distance between their bodies felt painful. He hated it.

Finished straightening his clothes, Ksar paused. He looked at Seyn. “I’m leaving the ball. I’ll key you into the security system of the palace for tonight.”

Seyn could only gape after him as Ksar left.

Ugh, what a presumptuous ass. He was so infuriating! Who did he think he was? Did Ksar think he could just casually tell him to come for a fuck and assume Seyn would just run to him like an overeager, lovesick fool?

Screw Ksar.

He wasn’t that pathetic.

* * *

Later that night, as he was spread out under Ksar’s heavy, deliciously naked body, Seyn had to admit that apparently he was that pathetic. He had tried to stay home. He had. But it was a lost battle.

So there he was, his legs hooked around Ksar’s wide back, fingers clutching at his shoulders as Ksar fucked him so good Seyn could only make hiccupped, strangled groans at every thrust of his cock.

He stared dazedly at the high ceiling above them, feeling like he was floating on a cloud of pleasure. It was hardly the first time they’d had sex, but it was the first time they had it in bed. In Ksar’s own bed, in his private rooms Seyn hadn’t even seen before.

“Ksar.”

“What?” Ksar gritted out, his face tense and his dark brows drawn together as he pulled in and out of Seyn, his biceps bulging with the effort to keep his weight off Seyn.

Seyn kind of wished he didn’t do it; he wanted to feel him. He wanted to be crushed under Ksar’s body, wanted him closer, tighter, deeper. Fuck, he wanted him. The intensity of the feeling scared him so much that it cleared the haze of lust a little.

His pleasure-drunk gaze met Ksar’s equally glazed eyes. “What are we doing?” he whispered.

Ksar glared at him and gave a vicious thrust, his cock stabbing against that spot that felt particularly good, and Seyn moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You feel so good in me,” he said without thinking. Immediately, he almost cringed. What the hell? Who even said that?

But Ksar didn’t mock him. He stared down at him intently, his gaze dark and feverish. “Do I?”

Seyn moistened his lips. They felt sore and puffy from all the kissing they had done since he’d arrived. “Yeah,” he said honestly, wondering if Ksar knew what he meant. It was hard to explain. Having Ksar inside him was just…so incredibly satisfying, and not just on a physical level. No matter how defective and one-sided his bond had been, it had been a part of him for all his life. He’d spent years trying and failing to feel Ksar in him. This—sex—wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind back then, but still, having Ksar inside him was gratifying beyond the physical pleasure of having a thick cock in his hole.

“You feel good in me,” he said again, holding Ksar’s gaze. “Your cock. You.”

Ksar’s nostrils flared, his eyes wide open and unblinking, his pupils dilated. Leaning down, he kissed Seyn hard.

Seyn kissed back and tightened his legs around Ksar, digging his heels in as they rocked together, bodies entangled so tightly with each other it was hard to tell where he ended and Ksar began.

But before long, they had to stop kissing, the rhythm of their bodies becoming too fast and hard to make it possible. Ksar was groaning, mouthing the side of his face, his breath hot and unsteady. His mental shields were flickering on and off, as if Ksar couldn’t quite control it, and Seyn could feel some of Ksar’s thoughts. “You feel perfect, damn you.”


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