GENRE: Gay Paranormal Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 12,373 words
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Robert must care for his niece Aimee, who is unaware he's a witch of light. Darkness seeks to use her against him. On Samhain, the forces of light and dark will clash. Who will be the victor?

Robert unexpectedly finds he has to care for a niece he hasn't been allowed to see in over a decade. Aimee is unaware that he is a Witch of Light, or that he even has a male lover, Leander, who is also his familiar. As Samhain approaches, they have to find a way to complete their ritual while not revealing their true selves to Aimee.

Angry at being sent to stay with a man who hasn't been in contact with her since she was a baby, Aimee is a target for the dark forces that seek to destroy Robert's forest sanctuary.

On Samhain, darkness and light will clash. Who will emerge victorious?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Tail held high, Leander sauntered into the bedroom. As he leapt onto the bed, he resumed his human form and crouched naked, grinning mischievously at Robert. “Fancy a shower?” Knowing Aimee was in her room but still awake, he kept his voice low. Then he licked his lips.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” Robert’s cock clearly liked the offer, thickening and tenting his boxers as he gazed at the tantalising expanse of Leander’s pale, smooth skin.

“Is it working?” Leander crawled forward so that he hovered over Robert’s body.

“Always.” Robert’s voice dropped to a hoarse whisper and he reached to caress Leander’s cheek.

Almost as one they rose from the bed, and Robert quickly removed his boxers. They interlaced their fingers as they headed into the bathroom.

Leander drew Robert into a deep kiss before switching on the shower. He glanced seductively over his shoulder at Robert. “Care to join me?”

He stepped under the spray and sighed as Robert wrapped strong arms around his waist, pulling him back against his broad chest. Leander’s sighs became soft moans of need as Robert kissed and nibbled the skin of his throat and teased his nipples with barely-there touches. He twisted in his lover’s arms and pulled Robert down into a kiss of passion and desire.

Panting harshly, he broke the kiss and leaned forward, putting his hands on the shower wall. “Need you.”

“Then we don’t need this.” Robert whispered huskily in Leander’s ear as he switched off the spray.

Leander widened his stance, trying to entice Robert to move quicker. The ploy worked. Slick fingers probed at his entrance and Robert’s muted groan of need made Leander shiver. He pushed back eagerly as he was penetrated, enjoying the feeling of his lover’s fingers inside him as Robert stretched and slickened him.

“Hurry. Want you so much.” Leander rode Robert’s fingers, rotating his hips to take them as deep as he could.

He held his breath as the digits slid out, leaving him empty and aching, and then purred his joy as Robert’s thick length pushed inside him, filling him deliciously. Robert pulled him back against his chest.

“Let me do the work, babe,” he murmured.

Leander didn’t resist. The difference in height meant he was almost on his toes and in no position to do much other than enjoy the ride. Endearments, encouragements, and pleas fell from Leander’s lips as he was taken to the brink time and again.

Finally, Robert answered his prayers. He reached around Leander, encircled his dick in a firm grip just the way Leander liked it, and stroked rapidly. Leander trembled as sensation overwhelmed him. He whimpered Robert’s name as his orgasm neared. A volley of hard, fast jabs against his prostate coupled with the quick, powerful strokes of his aching cock sent Leander over the edge. Even as he rode out his own release, Robert moaned Leander’s name and his lover’s seed flooded his channel.

Even when their bodies stopped shaking, neither Leander nor Robert moved. Leander leaned heavily against his lover’s bigger frame, relishing the sated afterglow.

Finally, Robert slid from Leander’s body, and only then did he turn the shower back on. They stood under the spray together, exchanging loving kisses and gentle caresses.

Once clean, they dried themselves quickly, and snuggled together under the duvet. Leander smiled as Robert curled around him. Maybe things will be all right. Aimee is a bit of a spoiled brat, but she could be so much worse. We just need to ensure our Samhain rituals go off without a hitch.