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Recluse's Torment by Azalea Moone and Anais Morgan


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The Recluse's Web, 2

Tristan and Damon are full-time demon hunters. A strange and difficult job, but somebody’s got to do it. What’s more interesting is that Damon is a spider demon, and the two are lovers to boot. Their assignment is to search for and retrieve valuable information from a rat demon. But Tristan is giving off signals different than his usual ready-to-kick-ass attitude, ones that Damon cannot avoid. After all, he used to be Tristan’s target.

Be Warned: m/m sex, bondage



I could see how Damon’s face fell, how his lips parted like he was going to say something, probably protest, but what could I do? Getting rid of the demon scum of the world had always been priority numero uno. But fuck, I didn’t want to disappoint the man I was falling hard for.

If that’s what it could be called. As I gazed over Damon and his deep red skin, the silver hairs that covered his body, I sighed. I wanted to love him, to truly give myself over to him, my heart in its entirety, but I still couldn’t let go of Marcus. But why not? He died over two years ago, and I hadn’t been with anyone since then. Not in love, at least. There were other hook-ups, but those meant nothing to me. A means to an end.

Could I ever let Marcus go? I knew he’d want me to be happy, to know that the smile on my face was real, and soul deep. If the tables had been turned and I died instead of him, I’d be upset if Marcus held back on a good thing for my honor. Death was the end of the physical.

And that meant I needed to try harder with Damon.

Since the hairs covering his body were sensitive, and when brushed in the opposite way they grew, they acted as an aphrodisiac. He seemed to be into hardcore bondage. Sure, we messed with floggers and paddles, blindfolds and oils, but nothing beyond that. Shit, Damon wanted to go further and it was time that I obliged him. Judging by his comments about the lifestyle and how it was trendy, I could take a not-so-subtle hint. Thank the fucking man upstairs that I had that much covered.

Damon walked into the bathroom and a minute later came back out, wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt. The zipper cradled his cock, giving me the perfect outline of his length. My mouth watered to pull his pants down and suck him until his seed covered my face.

Damon asked, “What time is our flight?”

I checked my watch. “We should leave in two hours. I suspect we’ll find the rat in a few days.”

Damon nodded. “I keep some clothes packed at all times, so I’m ready. Want to get a bite out before we go?”

The way he stood, his weight shifted to his left leg, accentuating the curve of his dick. I couldn’t handle myself. “I’m starving.” I closed the distance between us and gripped his waist, pulling him to me. As I brushed my lips over his, refusing him to touch me, he groaned.

Damon reached out to me, but I made sure to keep our lips a breath apart. “Tristan, we can’t… Food.”

I shook my head.

He gazed into my eyes. “I thought you were hungry.”

“I am.” I slid my hand down to his erection. With a rough squeeze, I said, “For this.”



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  1. Great Read! 5 Star Review

    Posted by on 21st Nov 2014

    Loved this free read. I immediately downloaded the first installment after reading this.

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