For this edition of First Kiss Friday, I am sharing the first kiss between Chassis and Hunter 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
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.
“H-Hunter…” The warbling voice belonged to Mechanix.
Shit.
Hunter peeled open an eye while continuing to taste Chassis’ soft, cherry lips. Dammit, this man was going to be the death of him. His best friend was wounded while he stood on the side of the road kissing the very guy who’d taken him captive and had justified that the marauder wouldn’t have killed him.
Maggie Blackbird 