Friday, November 20, 2009

Damon's: Masked by Sophia Titheniel

Damon's: Masked
by Sophia Titheniel

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-271-5
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy
Theme(s): Ménage, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Damon's
Length: Novella

It's time for the annual Masked Ball at Damon's. Meredith, Alyan's meddlesome sister, organizes it herself. All guests are granted anonymity, thanks to mandatory costumes and masks, and couples and singles mingle in the great club's ballroom for a night of adventure and eroticism.

The ball is Alyan's chance to spice up his and Damon's relationship a little. With the help of his sister, he picks the perfect disguise and lures Damon to the master bedroom for a highly erotic foursome with two beautiful strangers. It's the first time Alyan has tried something this daring. What will happen when Damon finds out the two strangers are none other than their friends, Jesse and Alagos?

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"You mean to tell me you haven't fucked in over three weeks?"
"Shh!" Alyan looked around the crowded coffee shop, waving his hands agitatedly in front of his sister's face. "Keep it down, will you?"
Meredith shook her head and sipped her coffee, surveying Alyan with narrow, shrewd eyes. "How did you let this happen?"
"I didn't let this happen. I don't voluntarily give up sex, you know," he muttered, eyes skittering from side to side as though he was afraid someone might listen in.
"But it has happened, right? That's why we're here."
Alyan sighed. He rubbed his face with both his hands and nodded. "Yeah."
"Okay, care to tell me how this all started?"
"There's not a precise day," Alyan mumbled. "We're just busy with the club."
"Right." She paused, took another sip from her cup. "So when was the last time you two had sex?"
Alyan blushed crimson. Even if there had never been what you would call a line between him and his sister, in terms of sharing personal information, he still didn't feel quite comfortable talking about his and Damon's sex life in a very public place. Especially considering that public place wasn't two blocks away from Alyan's former office. And true, Alyan was doing so much better now that he wasn't working in that smothering, nine to five environment anymore, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with being caught by one of his ex-coworkers while sharing intimate details with his sister.
"It was, uhh, four weeks ago," Alyan confessed, downing his coffee as though he wished it were whiskey. "We were closing up... Jesse and the other bartenders had gone home. We, um, sneaked in one of the rooms and... you know."
"Wait, oral doesn't count. It's either all the way, or you need to give me another date."
"It was all the way," Alyan gritted out. "But we've both been too busy, or too tired, or too --"
"Boring," Meredith finished, biting into a chocolate éclair and giving her brother a look. "All excuses."
"They aren't excuses!"
"You are immortal beings. Your sex drive should behave accordingly. If it dies after only a few human months, well, then, we have a problem."
And that was precisely what Alyan was afraid of, what he couldn't admit, not even to himself. Alyan knew that even if his parents, bless their souls, would never say so, he was quite the disgrace to the Elven kind. He lacked the charm, he lacked the innate confidence, sensuality and elegance that was distinctive of their race. When the barriers between humans and Elves had come crumbling down, Alyan saw it as a blessing, a way he could mingle and draw as little attention to himself as possible. He lived life on the sidelines and that had always been fine with him, but Damon?
Fuck, Damon. Alyan buried his face in his hands and sighed. Everyone said he and Damon were an explosive couple, opposites attracted, and so on, but Alyan knew just how exciting Damon's life had been before they got together.
Even though it had been Damon who pushed for Alyan to move in with him and be all domestic, Alyan couldn't squish that nasty voice at the back of his mind that kept reminding him how boring he was. And if their sex life had gone sideways he knew, reasonably, that he wasn't the only one to blame (takes two to tango and all that). He still couldn't help but feel like it was up to him to try and fix it.
"What can I do, Meredith?" Alyan urged her, feeling slightly desperate. "I don't know what he wants."
"You're his boyfriend," Meredith retorted. "And you've been his best friend for the best part of a millennium. If you don't know, how should I?"
"Because you're his best friend, as well," Alyan pressed. "If there's anyone in the world that knows anything about him, it's you. I'm not going to ask his exes."
"Well, maybe you should," Meredith said bluntly, leveling him with a hard stare. "They didn't seem to have a problem keeping him between the sheets."
"You're supposed to be on my side."
"I am."
"Then be helpful!"
"I am being helpful. I'm telling you, right now, that if you want to know how to get your sex life back on track, I am not the person you should ask for help. After all, I've never slept with the Elf."
Alyan sniggered. "One of the few."
Meredith smacked him on the head. "I'm serious. There're opportunities to, as they say, rekindle the flame, and it's up to you to try and find them."
"So what am I supposed to do, track down each and every single one of Damon's partners?"
"Not all of them," she smirked. "One's gonna be enough."
Alyan blinked at her. "One who?"

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