The Novel Approach welcomes author Ines Johnson back, with another exclusive excerpt and giveaway of Book Three, the final installment in her series The Pleasure Hound.
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Just when Chanyn believes she has the family she’s always dreamed of, Khial disappears, abandoning her. Chanyn calls on the one man who’s never let her down: Jian.
But even if Jian forsakes his vows, and his brotherhood, to find the grief-stricken Khial, how will he let go of the woman he loves all over again?
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“Maternal Goddess, I seek your presence as I align myself with one of your sacred daughters.
I offer my body as a vessel of your will and your grace.
The desire of my heart is pure and known to you.
I wish to please your daughter and garner your favor.
The miracle that pleases a woman and creates life is of your design, Divine Goddess.
With great anticipation, I align all of the energy systems of my body, my soul, and my mind with you.
I give thanks in advance for your blessings of this experience and know that I walk in the light of your sun and the fertility of your earth.
The monk’s melodic voice decresendoed. Again, Khial wondered how that deep tenor might sound accompanying his violin.
Jian asked for stillness. He and Chanyn closed their eyes in a silent moment of gratitude to the Goddess.
Khial picked at the buttons of his shirt, the itch on his nose. He looked around Chanyn’s bedroom. Large blooms decorated a dresser near the window, beside them teetered the stack of books he’d gifted her. Golden-haired men clenching women with swollen bodices dominated each cover. Khial scratched at his chest.
The monk clasped Khial’s hand. Khial’s dick pulsed in time to the circular pattern the monk traced on the flesh between Khial’s thumb and index finger. Was the monk trying to seduce him? Khial looked for a hint in the monk’s eyes, but they remained closed.
Between them, both men held Chanyn’s hands in each of their own. Her hands were by no means delicate. They were capable and strong. She interlaced two of her fingers with Khial’s, leaving him feeling grounded, tethered. And aroused.
Khial tried to take his mind off his dick and focus on the two people on either side of him. Their fingers were wholly entwined. Their palms pressed together. Suddenly, Khial felt like an intruder. Chanyn and the monk loved each other and he was imposing on their intimacy.
The monk opened his eyes and focused on Khial. The monk —Jian.Khial figured he should start using his name, as they were about to be intimate. Jian’s eyes said he read Khial’s desire loud and clear, but he cast no judgment. Instead, a flicker of heat sparked in the other man’s eyes.
Khial swallowed. It was too soon to think about another man. He was still getting used to the idea of a woman, his wife. He looked over at Chanyn.
“Should you always pray… before?” Khial directed the comment at no one in particular, but he knew who would answer.
“A woman’s body is sacred,” answered Jian. “If you do not prefer to pray, you should at least set an intention.”
Jian nodded. “Our intention tonight is to pleasure the lady.” Jian turned to Chanyn. “Pleasure her until she begs for mercy.”
A slow, intentional smile spread across the monk’s face. He rose to his feet bringing Khial and Chanyn along.
Jian stood behind Chanyn and turned her to face Khial. She’d dressed in a simple nightgown of light purple silk. Lace ties held the flimsy garment together. Her dark nipples poked against the material.
“Undo the laces, my lord.”
Khial’s hands shook like the strings of his instrument. Not from nervousness—not entirely. Khial trusted Jian to make this experience pleasurable, not only for Chanyn, but for all. Khial’s fingers trembled in anticipation as he lifted them to the first tie.
Chanyn smiled in encouragement as she watched Khial’s progress. I trust you, that smile said. Khial felt his heart expand a fraction.
Jian also marked his progress with the ties. His dark eyes portraying the same trust.Khial was not one to trust easily. He could count on one finger the number of people he’d trusted. The idea that he trusted these two people, whom he’d known for such a short time, astounded him. The hard fact that he did trust them both steadied his fingers, and Khial pulled the last tie free.
Jian swept the garment from Chanyn’s shoulders. Khial’s fingers, his legs, his dick, lost the battle of steadiness. He began to throb from his eyelashes to the space between his toes. Chanyn stood completely bare before him.
Her brown breasts full, her erect nipples pebbled, so dark they appeared black. Her waist narrowed into a sculpted stomach with curves and planes. Her hips flared out to powerful thighs. A dark set of curls lay at the juncture between her thighs.
Khial’s mouth watered. He’d dreamed of that space last night. Of diving in there once more. Of getting lost in the bliss of that warm heat. Of their own accord, his hands reached out, but Jian pulled her away.
Khial glared. Jian only smiled that serene smile of his station. Khial’s blood heated. Was this a trick? He’d seen his fathers fighting over time in the bedroom with his mother. Her door locked while one of them banged at the exterior for entrance. Would this come to a fight?
Jian didn’t look adversarial. “We need to prepare her,” he said.
He guided Chanyn towards the bed. When she turned, Khial caught a glimpse of the orbs of her ass. His dick, already hard as a rock, strained painfully against his pants. Khial took a step to follow, but Jian’s hand stayed him once more. Khial’s glare threatened murder.
The monk, placid as ever, said, “Breathe.”
Khial clenched his teeth.
Jian released Chanyn and brought both hands to Khial’s shoulders. Khial’s instinct was to shove him off. Jian’s thumbs rubbed circles at a point on Khial’s shoulders and, like magic, the aggression seeped out of Khial.
“I need you to be present, my lord,” Jian said quietly, for Khial’s ears only. “I need you to have a clear head. We are going to please her first.”
The emphasis on her snapped the fog from Khial’s mind. A front of shame moved in. He’d gone to Jian for help in making the act pleasurable for Chanyn. In the first minute, he’d let his Neanderthal instincts overpower him.
Jian tilted Khial’s head up so that they looked each other in the eye. Khial wondered how this man could allow him access to the woman he so clearly worshipped. But the woman the monk worshipped was Khial’s wife, now. Khial allowed Jian access to her. Once more, Khial felt Jian read his mind because what he saw reflected in the monk’s dark eyes was gratitude.
Khial leaned into Jian’s touch, grateful for the support. He wanted to rest in Jian’s embrace for a moment longer, but Jian gave his shoulders a final squeeze and then he turned them both towards Chanyn. She lay on the bed like an offering.
Khial came before the bed and kneeled. Jian went to the other side.
About the Author: Ines writes books for strong women who suck at love. If you rocked out to the twisted triangle of Jem, Jericha, and Rio as a girl; if you were slayed by vampires with souls alongside Buffy; if you need your scandolous fix from Olivia Pope each week, then you’ll love her books!
Aside from being a writer, professional reader, and teacher, Ines is a very bad Buddhist. She sits in sangha each week, and while others are meditating and getting their zen on, she’s contemplating how to use the teachings to strengthen her plots and character motivations.
Ines lives outside Washington, DC with her two little sidekicks who are growing up way too fast.