Feral Northern Shifters 2

lands him in the hands of police interrogators. To protect the Alliance, Geln resorts to a temporary mindwipe.
    Tobias is fascinated by the amnesiac man who saved his life. But Geln has attracted the attention of the high-powered Lord Eberly, who would use him as a pawn. Rather than sacrifice Geln to the political wolves, Tobias chooses to embrace his heritage.
    Geln’s memory reawakens to a precarious situation with no source of protection—except Tobias. There’s only one way forward for both of them.
Trust—or die.
Warning: this book contains hot nekkid otherplanetary manlove.
    Enjoy the following excerpt for Poison:
Geln tugged him closer but Tobias resisted, hitting the wooden floor with the flat of his hand. “You
idiot.”
“I know, babe,” said Geln and pulled Tobias’s mouth down to his. Before Tobias could get his mind
wrapped around Geln being back, or having never left or even calling him “babe”, Geln had fisted Tobias’s
hair. He kissed Tobias deep and hard. Made breathless, mindless by Geln’s mouth, Tobias’s body loosened
as he sank down. But something in him remembered Geln’s earlier panic, so Tobias slid to the side to keep
his weight off him. Geln rolled to move on top, still kissing aggressively. Tobias loved it. Abruptly Geln pulled back. Tobias followed.
“Lie still,” Geln ordered, and Tobias blinked before laying his head back. As if to make it up to him,
Geln returned for another long kiss. He framed Tobias’s face. “Don’t move.”
Tobias just gazed into dark green eyes.
“Promise me you won’t move.” There seemed an edge in this request that Tobias couldn’t understand,
but he found he didn’t care.
“Promise,” he said on a swallow.
Geln left Tobias’s shirt on, but he worked quickly to divest Tobias of pants. He felt oddly vulnerable,
laid out on the wooden floor, cock jutting up, Geln above him completely dressed. His admittedly limited
lovemaking had been nothing like this before. The ladies all wanted to be taken care of. Palms swept up Tobias’s calves, making his legs tremble, and he sucked in a breath as Geln knelt
between his thighs, knees touching his buttocks. It felt incredibly intimate. He wanted to raise his head,
meet Geln’s gaze, but he’d promised not to move.
“Relax,” said Geln, “this is all for you.”
“But—”
“No talking either.” Another command.
Tobias had enough time to think that “this is all for you” wasn’t quite what he wanted before Geln
cupped his balls, wrapped his hand around Tobias’s shaft, and licked the precome off his slit, all in one
movement. With a shudder, Tobias’s mind emptied out.
Geln’s tongue circled Tobias’s oversensitive head and he tried not to arch and thrust into Geln’s
mouth. As if reading Tobias’s mind, Geln took Tobias to the back of his throat. The dark heat overwhelmed
him and before Tobias could catch up, he was ready to come. Too soon , he thought with something like
despair and he grit his teeth, trying to hold on. Just before Tobias would have lost the battle, Geln withdrew
to rest his mouth against Tobias’s inner thigh. He nipped, hard enough to shock, and that pulled Tobias
back from the edge. He was panting, his head spinning.
“Still here?” Geln asked, an impish quality to his voice. He knew exactly what effect he had on
Tobias who could only fist his hands as harsh breaths went in and out.
“Oh, you are good, babe, for not speaking.” Geln moved his mouth down, lapped at the crease
between balls and thigh, then moved to take Tobias’s sac in his mouth, applying slight pressure, though not
enough to hurt.
Tobias whimpered as Geln sucked gently. A finger moved down from the balls, tracing his crease,
passing over his anus slowly and Tobias was lifting off the floor.
“Geln,” he said on a moan, pleading, though for what he wasn’t sure. He hadn’t a clue what Geln
would do next—this was completely new territory for him and his mind was too fogged to think—but soon
it wouldn’t matter. He was this close.
“Like that, do you?” Geln murmured after releasing Tobias’s sac.
Like what? thought Tobias dizzily, his cock yearning for that dark heat again. Instead of taking him
back in his mouth, Geln focused elsewhere, skimming his finger back up the crease, skirting Tobias’s hole.
Before Tobias could think on that, the finger came down and circled the ring of muscle. “Tight,” Geln murmured.
“ What? ” asked Tobias, feeling entirely desperate.