Business school is not for Daniel. Not after making the cover of Teen Model. The only problem is that his parents don’t agree, and Daniel skips school to set his plans for fortune and fame in motion. Meeting the award-winning photographer Heimli will change his life, but not in the ways the nineteen-year-old young man expects.
At the age of four hundred thirty-six, Seldon has fed on more beautiful men than he can remember. Living in seclusion from the human world, humans are brought to the Incubi and Succubi as slaves to feed on. Amongst these slaves are the rare Untouchables. When Seldon is entrusted with the safekeeping of one, he has his work cut out for him—especially since this Untouchable gets on his nerves. And under his skin.
[…]My House has first dibs on the Untouchables, and I want you to take one in.”
Oh, shit no! The shock at this almost had Seldon stopping short, but he caught himself. “Yes, my Lord. Thank you for the honor.”
“Oh, come on, Seldon, I’ve known you far too long for you to be able to bullshit me. You hate the idea.”
Seldon smiled, looking at his Lord. Other than being fucking gorgeous with a strong purple glow to his eyes, the man’s features and body made Seldon have to fight drooling. Especially when the Lord took off his clothes. Seldon looked away, trying to not undress his Lord with his eyes as he pulled his shirt on. The smug grin on Caledon’s face said it all. He knew perfectly well what Seldon did.
“You’re right, I do hate the idea.”
“You have the room, and I’m sure your training of the red-eyes means you’ll have time on your hands to train an Untouchable, too. Even with a fighter. You and Chris are the next green-eyed up for the task, but you’re also a full-blooded Cubi, so I choose you.”
“Some would call that favoritism,” Seldon said, eying his lord.
“I don’t care. And before you come up with the next excuse, I didn’t choose you for this task because I’m your regular doser, either. Chris is my fifth sire, you’re my fourth. That’s the math of the hierarchy.”
“Okay, okay, I was joking. I’m honored to serve the House of my Lord Caledon.”
“No, you weren’t joking.” Amusement danced in the lord’s eyes. “You were trying to slither your way out of this daunting and time-consuming responsibility. Your loyalty warms my old heart, though. Now come on.”
“Yes, My Lord,” Seldon said, running his hand through his short hair. Old heart? Yeah, Caledon neared eight hundred years, but he looked to be in his late twenties with jet-black hair, and he had an ass Seldon had fantasized about slipping his cock into on more than three hundred occasions. At least.
Meraki P. Lyhne is a Danish author with a love for the paranormal and space opera. She has been writing space opera since 2007, but paranormal erotic romance is a new love. Closing the door to her writing-den, she delves into elaborate stories and research ancient religions, mythologies and arts of the world to be inspired, so she can create new creatures of the paranormal.