Jana Downs lives in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina with three cats, one dog, several dozen fish, and a very understanding partner-in-crime who hates to read but makes exceptions for her stories.
You can usually find her either watching bad reality TV, buying way too many books on Amazon, or dreaming up another man or two to occupy her time because life is good but several drop-dead gorgeous nonexistent men is just better.
For Trev, falling in love with his alien captor after the lottery sent him halfway across the universe was easy. Navigating his relationship as time wears on proves to be much more difficult. He is bound by his desire for his master, but he doesn’t know if desire is enough. When his lover takes a job back on Earth, Trevor asks for his freedom.
Yanai is used to being desired, but love is another matter entirely. Unused to human customs but very much enamored with his lover, he will do just about anything to prove to Trev that he cares, including taking a job across the universe on Trev’s home planet. If he could only learn how to communicate properly with his human, he knows they will be able to work.
Will the two of them learn to communicate, or will both of them be unable to reconcile their differences?
Adult Excerpt
“I want to fuck your beautiful mouth,” Yanai said, tracing Trev’s bottom lip as he gently stroked his growing erection. Yanai had become his master almost a year ago by virtue of the lottery in Trev’s hometown of Quebec. He’d been scared at first, but it hadn’t taken him long to give in to the desire that permeated Yanai’s being.
Yanai was an alien from a special pleasure species that rarely walked out in public because of the unique pheromone that made them damn near impossible to resist. People tended to hound them, causing chaos wherever they roamed. Instead of leaving their homes, the gray men, a parasitic species of alien that had developed a symbiotic relationship to Tannara blood, served the Tannara like silent extensions. At least that was what the tutor had told him when he’d arrived. He hadn’t been much of anywhere but in Yanai’s quarters, first in his bedroom and then in his ship. They’d left Tannaran, Yanai’s home planet, over nine months ago, ironically enough destined for Earth. The real estate was apparently popular with far-universers.
“Yanai,” Trev breathed, arching his hips as Yanai kissed his neck. He nibbled Trev’s jawline, using the pointed tips of his fangs to tease him mercilessly. Trev had learned to crave Yanai’s bite like a stiff fuck.
The bite of a Tannara was just as enticing as the sweet scent they possessed that smelled a little like caramel and spun sugar. It didn’t help that the alien was a delicious-looking light purple that reminded him of blueberry ice cream and had the build of a fitness model. Even his hair was a darker shade of plum and constantly smelled sweet, whether or not he’d showered. But it was his eyes that were hypnotizing. An ethereal amethyst that could make someone forget all their troubles. Just because Yanai didn’t employ his charms on Trev didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of them.
What did I ever do to deserve you? Trev spread his thighs as Yanai muscled in between them in an effort to pleasure him more. The male’s knotted cock formed three perfect rings that vibrated when Yanai was engaged in sex. Trev loved being a slave to a living, breathing vibrator. But it wasn’t just Yanai’s beauty or his incredible dick that made Trev a very willing captive. He was just as sweet as his scent. The male was soft spoken and incredibly patient. He just wished that Yanai would let him in emotionally. They remained comfortable companions, but Yanai refused to even contemplate Trev’s romantic advances. Tannara didn’t do love as Trev understood it, and Yanai was a traditional Tannara.
Trev groaned, twisting as Yanai’s finger sank into his ass. “Tease. You don’t have time to fuck me.” He had a meeting with some new business associate in fifteen minutes. Yanai was a world communications builder, running and operating the communicative channels between Tannaran and the nine immediate worlds closest to it. Now that he was moving to Earth, the Eoean government was interviewing him to take over their communication channels as well.
“I might not. However, I have time for a bit of mutual pleasure.” Mutual pleasure usually meant he’d allow Trev to suck him until orgasm since ingesting his seed would leave Trev writhing in pleasure for at least half an hour. Yanai liked to sex him up and watch him lose his mind while he worked at the desk not ten feet away.
“You are so sexy,” Trev murmured, aching to say more than that. I love you. The words pounded in his mind with every beat of his heart. He just wished Yanai would accept it if he said it aloud. It was killing him to love the alien and get nothing in return.
“As are you, pet,” Yanai said, his voice as calm as water in a pond. He flopped onto the mattress beside him, palming his cock. “Suck.”
Saliva flooded his mouth, and he scrambled to obey the gentle order. He wrapped his hand around the base of Yanai’s cock at the same time he wrapped his mouth around the swollen head. The three holes along the slit were already dripping pre-cum, and Trev eagerly lapped them clean, groaning at the tingle that instantly washed over his tongue. He made sure to rub the raised ridges of Yanai’s length since they were the most sensitive parts of his cock.
Yanai wound his hands in Trev’s thick hair and fucked up into his mouth. “Pet,” he murmured, warmth and intensity entering into his body for the first time since they’d started. Please, just once, use my name. Call me Trevor. Call me Trev. Whichever you prefer, just use my name and let me know that it’s me you’re fucking. “Pet, your mouth is so delicious.”
BEHIND THE SCENES
- Do you write full-time or part-time?
I’m a full time writer and I love it. It’s every writer’s dream job and I think I definitely lucked out on my current occupation.
- Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?
I get up, turn on the laptop, and do my busy work and goof around on Facebook for a little while before I start in on writing. The busy work can constitute just about anything other than writing including updating my website/blog, edits, or plotting out the story for the day. After that, I will work until my roommate comes home for lunch and then it’s back to work on the book until it’s time to start supper. I find I work best with a set schedule and word count to reach for the day. It’s harder for me to spend time doing unimportant tasks and turn around to find the day gone that way.
- Do you write every day?
I definitely write every day. Of course there are days I slack but I try not to let those happen too often. It’s important to me to give my characters face time and I feel obligated to my readers to keep giving them what they enjoy.
- Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I do a little bit of both I think. I plot my way through some things but there are always those moments when my characters go off the reservations and start twisting things in ways that I didn’t expect.
- How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?
I think I got into this business very open to whatever it would offer me. That allowed me to soak up a lot of other people’s advice and then apply it to my writing. In turn, my work matured a lot within the first few books and I got a lot more confident in my ideas because of that.
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