Last night was the release party for Counsel of the Wicked. The chat was a lot of fun, and I had a few excerpts that I shared there. And that I’ll share here, too.
Let’s start with the blurb:
Matthias has spent his whole life on the edge of a very small world. The bastard child of a fallen woman, he’s known nothing but judgment and hatred from the harsh, religious people of his enclave—except for Balthazar. The son and heir of the High Elder, Balthazar shows Matthias kindness, love… and desire. But when the High Elder discovers what his son has been doing, Matthias is arrested and sent to an isolated prison known as the School. There, and in the wastelands beyond, Matthias learns the secrets behind the hypocrisies of the Council of Elders, and his true heritage, true power, and true love.
Now, the excerpt. A bit of set-dressing first. Matthias, imprisoned at the School, has been chained up and put into solitary confinement because spoilers. Solomon is another “student” at the School, and has been acting as Matthias’ mentor.
So here, have a little taste of Counsel of the Wicked:
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“I came prepared, just in case you said yes.” He poured some of the contents of the bottle over his now-erect cock, then set it aside and wrapped his hand around himself. He shuddered and sighed, and his shoulder started to shift under Matthias’ cheek in time with his other hand. “Know what I’m thinking?”
“No. What?”
Solomon chuckled. “I’m imagining you, touching me like this. Your hand instead of mine. Touching me.” His breath caught, and he moaned. “I wish you could touch me.”
Matthias bit his lip. Touch him? With a start, Matthias realized that the question he was asking himself wasn’t a question at all. He cared for Solomon, and this was something he could do to make him happy. He turned, stretching to kiss Solomon’s cheek. “I would, if I could,” he said quietly.
“You would?” Solomon asked. He turned his head, his nose nearly touching Matthias’. “Even though… I mean, would you want…?”
“Maybe?” Matthias answered. “I don’t know. But yes. I would. Because it’s you.” He kissed Solomon again, a fleeting touch on the lips, and found himself pressed tight to Solomon’s side, being kissed soundly in return.
“You… you tell me to stop, you hear?” Solomon gasped as he broke the kiss. “You… you don’t want me to kiss you, you tell me to stop!”
“I understand,” Matthias answered. “And I won’t.” He leaned closer for another kiss, feeling Solomon’s breathing quicken, feeling moans against his mouth. Feeling the bed shaking as Solomon redoubled his efforts. Then Solomon’s breath caught, his body shook for a long moment. Then his arm around Matthias loosened.
“That… you’re amazing,” Solomon said around great panting breaths. “You… you’d really do that? For me?”
