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For my post, I am sharing an excerpt between Hunter and Chassis from Twisted Beauty, a m/m dystopian romance.
His community or his enemy. He can’t have both.
Deep in the badlands, long after the fall of modern civilization, Hunter patrols the area as the war chief for his Lakota community. His latest mission is to hunt down a marauder who robbed his neighbors of their precious goods. He’ll act as this man’s judge, jury, and executioner.
Having lost everything at his former Ojibway encampment, Chassis is far from home. He wanders the badlands, a grim reaper bringing death to those with what he needs to survive. But there is one man courageous enough to challenge him.
When the duo faces off, neither expects the sizzling chemistry to erupt between them, nor for their duel to touch what both have denied themselves. Now they must choose to either remain together and sacrifice their beliefs, or go their separate ways, losing what they’ve spent their lives searching for—love.
Genre(s): M/M Dystopian Romance, LGBTQ+, First Nations Romance, Native American Romance
Heat Rating: Level 4 (violence, dubious consent)
Publication Date: November 3, 2023
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Are you gonna do what you wanna do then?” There was a twinkle in Chassis’ eyes, the same mischievous look Hunter had received after meeting him.
The temptation crawled beneath Hunter’s skin, goading him. “And what do I wanna do?”
“Lay one on me. What else?” Chassis’ smile vanished. He angled his head in a curious sort of way.
Hunter’s hands remained planted on the hood, directly on each side of Chassis, whose scent slid up Hunter’s nostrils, a mixture of the outdoors, gasoline, and tobacco. The same scent from the ravine.
“You have tobacco?”
Chassis nodded.
Hunter wasn’t about to ask how Chassis had acquired a rare commodity out on the highway. Probably because he didn’t want to know the answer.
“I’d just finished smoking my pipe when I heard you.”
“Heard me?” Hunter hadn’t been snapping twigs and rustling up leaves when he’d approached the campsite.
“The car.” Chassis used his eyes to motion at the vehicle he faced away from. “Don’t think you’re the first person to try and get the jump on me. Maybe I was expecting you, from the way you gave chase.”
“I see.” Hunter lifted one hand off the hood and tapped the side of Chassis’ head. “Does this thing ever switch off?”
“If I turn it off, I’ll die out here.”
“You’re listening, aren’t you?” Whereas Hunter hadn’t been keen on their surroundings because he was too intent on Chassis. He had to admit, maybe that was how they’d been bested, even when he and Mechanix had turned the tables on Chassis at the ravine.
“Somebody has to keep us alive.” The friskiness in Chassis’ voice was in his closemouthed smile and plump cheeks.
“I guess you can scratch my back while I scratch yours,” Hunter couldn’t resist saying. His words were playful, and he was unable to resist running his finger along Chassis’ plump cheek.
Chassis curled his fingers into Hunter’s collar and drew him to his mouth. What greeted Hunter were soft lips and warm air steaming his skin. Chassis’ head remained tilted so their kiss was a seamless fit. Hunter slid his hands on Chassis’ hips and was met with strong arms encircling his waist. Excitement bubbled under Hunter’s skin. The puckers lavished on his lips were as smooth and silky as Chassis’ mouth.
Crazy?
Hunter had no clue.
Maybe he was.
Yet he didn’t care.
It felt too good. It felt too right kissing the man who’d forced him into a blow job. He should be livid, although he wasn’t. Now that Hunter knew from the beginning Chassis had no intention of killing him, everything had changed. He was aware the man whose lips he sampled like a delectable delight was as human as he was.
Everyone needed to be touched.
Everyone needed to be held.
Everyone needed someone.
This man was no different from anyone at Voodoo Canyon.
Perhaps Hunter’s comrades would insist he was trying to justify his behavior, but he wasn’t. He understood why Chassis had accepted the offer of a blow job. To touch, smell, and taste another after five years alone on a highway. Anyone could’ve been taken captive, but with all the opportunities Chassis had, he’d chosen him.
Did such a thought excite Hunter?
Damn right.
The plush feeling in his groin was as hot and heady as soaking in a steam bath during the winter. He wanted it bad, and he couldn’t help melting his crotch against Chassis’ flat stomach. Being molded together, not only did he have a boner, but his thighs pressed on the marauder’s erection hidden behind flimsy cotton pants. How easy it would be for Hunter to slip his hand inside the loose-fitting garment.
He flicked his tongue at the marauder’s mouth. Lips parted for him, and he delved inside, drinking in the sensual heat and slick flesh. He couldn’t help exploring every inch of the Chassis’ mouth, their tongues moving in perfect synchronization.
Hunter couldn’t resist and broke the kiss. “I bet you’re not listening now, are you?”
Chassis’ lids flickered. He had the potent look of tumbling from bed after a great night full of erotic dreams. “Hmm…we’re on the highway. We’ll hear the vehicle approach.”
Hunter didn’t need any prodding. He smothered his lips back over Chassis’. Now he was ready to get on his knees, more than willing to reignite the smell he’d taken in at the ravine and lick the salty essence of raw, hard flesh.
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