I have decided not to interfere with Jannus’ preference for males. I have many sons who enjoy the company of men, and my pride is growing larger with many of my sons and brothers taking both male and female to mate.
Jannus follows my brother Zandor’s enjoyment of domination, a trait I see becoming very popular amongst the Prides of late. With the help of Nox, Jannus has built a dungeon deep in Crystal Mountain with a gate directly to the human world. I hope that this year Jannus will find the man of his dreams.
Prince Jannus of Knight Watch lounged in a large leather chair and gripped the head of the Elf bending between his knees. “Use your teeth to undo my pants, show devotion to your Master.”
Si did a good enough job of licking his leathers but he needed more than an Elf to satisfy his needs.
He craved a human, a Nomag, Nox the King of the Fae called them, for they had no magyck.
His uncles, Dare, Rio, and Zandor had mated human females and the scent of them drove him to distraction, but he had no desire to fuck them or mark their alabaster skin. He preferred males and his refusal to consider a female for a mate had troubled him before Nox had explained his own desires. It had been Nox’s idea to create a dungeon with a Gate to the human dimension to cater for his desires and other Pride like him. He had enjoyed three years with the Samhain Six, the males, Nox had chosen to Dominate this secret place. He had enjoyed the company of many delicious subs, but his cat refused to accept any of the males as his mate.
Tasting the joy of marking human skin and inhaling their unique scent had become an obsession and he could not get enough. He stroked Si’s cheeks, encouraging him to suck him deeper then shuddered, filling the Elf’s mouth with his seed. Rather than exultation, emptiness surrounded him. He needed a mate, and the uniquely passionate connection with both mate and cat all Pride strived to achieve. Somewhere, the Lady had designed a man just for him. Perhaps this Samhain, his mate would find his way to the Gate.
He smiled at Si and waved him to his feet. “Go now and find some delicious men for our games tonight.” He lifted his chin. “I want, Nomags, young and handsome. Find me a special male and I will keep you as my slave.”
“Yes, Master.” Si licked his lips. “I will find you a suitable male or I will not return.”
* * * *
Brad Archer curled his fingers tighter around the steering wheel. The sleek Mercedes’ headlights picked up the white line down the center of the road but little else. His ears still rang from the insipidly happy voice from the GPS. Damn stupid woman had sent him into a field and told him he was at his destination. He had little choice but to keep heading north.
An hour later, the busy motorway and streams of traffic were a distant memory. The narrow road, flanked on each side by the odd, stark, trees was as quiet as a cemetery. Brad swore colorfully and pulled off the road. I’m fucking lost—great.
Leaving the engine running, he turned on the interior light, and then searched the glove box until he found the map. He spread it across the steering wheel. After turning it around several times, he traced a finger along the line that marked the highway. The directions from the helpful guy at the last gas station ran through his head.
“It’s easy; take the M3 to Salisbury and just follow the signs for Stonehenge. There’s accommodation available about two miles away in the town of Amesbury.”
He switched off the light and peered into the darkness. “What damn signs? I’ve been on this road for over an hour.”
He folded up the map, stuffed it back into the glove box and sat back, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He glanced at the clock in the dashboard; hell, it was only 6:30 p.m. and already pitch-black. What happened to the twilight? Isn’t England world renowned for twilight…or was that Scotland? Beats me. He squared his shoulders. Make a decision, man. Go back, or stay on this road?