Unedited Preview of Elian

Here's an unedited excerpt of "Elian" which is finished and off to the editor, which means that it will be releasing soon (YAY!). W00t!

Those of you who have read "Steamy" may notice a familiar face:



“How did you know that black and silver were my favorite colors?” he asked with a small smile.

Nevin looked at the other two men and then back at Elian. “I wish we could take credit for that, love, but we didn’t know it was your favorite color, we all just came up with it about six months ago when we had it redone. They just seemed like the right colors to choose.”

Elian nodded and turned to look back at the bathroom. One side held a shower, large enough to fit five big men, nozzles surrounding the interior. While on the other side a large tub sat, waiting for the Royal Marriage Group to sit within. To cleanse themselves and to grow closer with the intimacy of bathing. An image rose unbidden to Elian’s mind’s eye of him in the tub with his husbands, all of them wet, soapy and naked, touching each other, arousing and inflaming the senses. He cleared his throat and lowered his hand to his groin to discreetly press on the erection that had hardened there. Conjuring an image of his parents looking at him sternly, Elian breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his hardness slowly start to soften. Turning back around he found himself the subject of his husbands’ gazes. Looking down to see if anything was amiss and finding nothing, Elian looked back up at the other men, quirking an eyebrow at them. When neither of them spoke, he shrugged and walked past them back into the bedroom.

Coming to a stop in the middle of the room, Elian nibbled on his lower lip trying to figure out how to ask for what he needed. Mainly a way of communicating with Tabansi, as soon as possible.

Corbin cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Well, we’ll let you get settled in a bit. You’re probably feeling a little overwhelmed. We’ll give you a tour of the palace and the grounds later. Your clothes were delivered earlier. Your dressing room is the second from the right. There’s a writing desk within and a telephone within if you want to call anyone. We’ll see you back here in an hour or so.”

Elian nodded, breathing a soft sigh of relief. Telephones weren’t often used on Kardalusia, most people choosing to correspond through letters or traveling to the different cities to meet with others. He was glad, however, that every household was required to have one, he desperately needed his best friend to encourage him, something Tabansi excelled at.

“Thank you,” he said and smiled at his husbands. All three men returned his smile before turning to leave the room.

Without hesitation Elian rushed to his dressing room and flung open the door racing inside. Sitting in front of the vanity that resided within, he lifted the phone from the gold cradle and tapped out Tabansi’s number on the pad. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for his best friend to answer.

“Hello?” Tabansi’s lyrical voice answered on the second ring.

“Thank Andalusia!” Elian breathed.

“Elian?” Tabansi questioned sounding a lot more alert than he had previously.

“Yes. I need you Tab. I married the Royal Marriage Group earlier today and now I’m freaking out,” Elian’s words rushed from his mouth.

“What? Wait, wait, wait. You’re the Royal Coracao?” Tabansi asked.

Elian nodded even though he knew Tabansi couldn’t see him. “Yes. It happened earlier today. They came to the soiree house and chose me. Actually, they’d chosen me a while ago and everyone knew except me. But that’s not why I called Tab!”

“Then why did you call?”

“They’re going to want to have sex with me!” Elian said frantically.

Tabansi chuckled, “Well of course they do. The marriage won’t be official until it’s been consummated. You know this Elian. Hell, you took the same coracao classes that I did. So what’s the real problem?”

Elian sighed deeply, “What if I’m bad at it? What if I suck at this just like everything else?”

“Not possible. You were born to do this. Born to not only be bred but to be good in bed. You’re a coracao. You’re THE Royal Coracao, Elian. Besides, they know you’re a virgin and if they’re good in bed they’ll teach you how to be good as well,” Tabansi encouraged him.

Elian nodded and let out a deep exhale. “You’re right. Thanks Tab. I knew you were the right one to call.”

“No problem. Now,” Tabansi’s voice lowered and Elian started to giggle, already knowing what his friend was getting ready to ask him. “How gorgeous are they exactly?”