“You can be my master, or you can be my slave” #MWTease from TORN AVENGER

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Happy Wednesday, and thanks again to the lovely Angelica Dawson for organizing the MidWeekTeases 🙂

This week’s tease comes from my work in progress, the dark M/M Viking romance TORN AVENGER.

*****

Two quick raps sounded on the door. The signal Hedin used to identify himself.

Annoyed, Alv didn’t bother to answer.

The door opened ajar, and Hedin’s head peeked in. His blue-green gaze shone.

“What do you want?” Alv asked.

“Ssh.” With a sexy grin, Hedin entered, locked the door behind him—which they only did when sharing intimate moments—and went to the windows to pull their coverings down.

Alv sighed and shifted on the mattress. “I’m not in the mood.”

“For what?” Hedin approached, slowly taking his tunic off and displaying a lanky, yet sculpted male torso.

Alv used to adore every part of that young man’s body, from its tight muscles to the soft, warm skin beneath which they played. He had ejaculated his seed over Hedin’s handsome face countless times at night, clenching his teeth so as not to alert the villagers.

Today, all that occupied his mind were the tanned, chiseled features of a foreigner whose deep black gaze bored into Alv’s very soul—and Alv couldn’t look away.

At the thought of that man prolonging his stare, Alv’s heart beat an irregular rhythm and his breath caught.

They’d touched briefly when Alv untied the sailor rope, but his fingers had been too cold to sense anything. The episode on the ladder, on the other hand, had brought them together chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh, as Alv had held the grieving man tight, stopping his jump into the abyss below. In that moment of extreme tension, Alv had been too terrified to feel anything sexual, but now, conjuring up the memories, his body heated and his cock jerked alive.

Hedin dropped his tunic to the ground and made a small dance of his hips, his thick, purple erection bobbing from side to side. He was well endowed for such a young man—not yet seventeen—and there’d been times when all Alv could think about was sliding that mushroom-headed shaft into his ass and riding it fast until he exploded inside and out, spraying hot semen uncontrolledly.

They’d met last summer, when Hedin’s father, one of earl Gunnulf’s slaves, died during the construction of a stone wall, and Hedin’s mother had implored the earl to take her son into his care. She had too many other children to provide for. The son of a slave was always a slave, and Gunnulf had assigned the young boy to be Alv’s personal thrall.

He’d quickly become a lot more.

But not now.

Not only was Alv drained, his mind buzzed with a series of problems and their possible outcomes, plus the sensual interference of another man. He couldn’t help it. Everything had been thrown at him in the course of a few days, and the magnitude of each issue weighed on him. It took a man—and he wasn’t really one—to handle it all in the best manner. The most important thing was to satisfy Mother, since she was Alv’s sole remaining relative, and what she’d suggested he do with Elke exasperated him.

At least, it didn’t include fucking Hedin. He turned to his side and closed his eyes.

“Hey.” Hedin climbed onto the mattress and straddled him. “Look.”

Shaking his head, Alv opened an eye and glanced up.

The fat tip of Hedin’s cock bumped into his cheek.

“Ugh, stop it.”

Hedin laughed and swept his cock across Alv’s face, the tip leaving a thin trace of fluid on his skin. “Don’t you want to play? You can be my master, or you can be my slave. Whichever you want.”

Normally, the sight of Hedin’s cock up-close and his naughty words would make Alv salivate, but he groaned of annoyance. “I’m too tired to play. Let me sleep.” He wanted Hedin to leave him alone so he could drift into sleep with someone else’s erotic image in mind.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I can wake you up. Wake something up.” Hedin spun and pulled the sheets off Alv’s legs. He gasped, stilled, and a silence ensued.

Alv sighed. “Just go.”

“But…you’re hard?” Hedin moved off him, stood, and tore the sheets off the bed, leaving Alv naked. “You’re telling me you don’t want to play, but you’re aroused!”

Yes, recalling how he’d plastered Roeland’s manly body to his on the ladder aroused him, but he didn’t need to make excuses—Hedin was his thrall, and according to custom, Alv didn’t owe him anything. His conscience said otherwise, of course, but in their world of stupid social codes, he couldn’t always listen to it.

“If I’m not the one making your dick hard like that,” Hedin shouted, giving the mattress a kick, “who is it?”

Alv frowned. “Ssh, keep your voice down. You aroused me with your hard dick, but I’m too tired to fuck right now.” Not exactly the truth, but Alv wanted to calm him. The last thing he needed was for the neighbors to hear this conversation. “I’ve been traveling for eight days. Can you respect that?”

Hedin held Alv’s look, his gaze a dark, angry green, then picked up his tunic and put it on with hasty moves. “Liar,” he sneered.

“No, I’m—”

“Shut up.” Hedin turned on his heels and headed for the door.

A slave would be punished for insulting his master, but Hedin was spoiled. Alv had allowed their relationship to escalate to a point where Hedin believed they were equals, that he owned Alv, and that they would be together forever.

Well, Alv loved the boy, and he loved sleeping with him. But the community would never accept that they were an official couple. Didn’t Hedin know that? Not because he was a slave, for slaves could earn their freedom and marry whomever they wanted, but because they were men.

Alv would have to sit down with him later and explain these things once and for all.

Copyright (c) 2017 Lea Bronsen

Alv

Blurb:

As the second son of a Viking earl, Alv Gunnulfsen wasn’t meant to inherit a throne or avenge a murder. But when his brother is slain during a raid and their father dies of grief, Alv is expected to take command and claim the killer’s death. In a world of ruthless retaliation and social codes, he must also maneuver cleverly to protect a troublesome secret: his attraction for men.

Roeland van Dijk, a wealthy Dutch merchant settled in Norway, has done the unthinkable to protect his family — hacked off the head of a Viking rapist. The wrath of the blond savages will cost him his freedom, and possibly his own head…

Unless he’s willing to accept the love of another man.

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