Trapped — Alex Jace

Kit is an incubus: the first man to have sex with him will claim him (and his magic) forever. Kit has managed to avoid being taken as a prize, until one mistake gets him captured by Sebastian, a ruthless sorcerer. Sebastian offers him a deal. If Kit can resist his seduction for three days, Kit can go free. Kit thinks it will be easy… but Sebastian is intent on showing him that some hungers cannot be denied.

6400-word MM erotic romance.

Excerpt:

Sebastian unbound his hands, but kept hold of him, which was not at all an improvement. The heat of Sebastian's touch seemed to burn, seemed to tingle, seemed to leave scorches on his skin. Kit tested his grip, but couldn't break it. “Let me go.” Kit's voice went up a notch.

“In a moment,” the sorcerer said, and backed him against the wall.

Kit's back hit stone. Kit stiffened, struck again by how intimidatingly huge Sebastian was. He felt extremely small. “What are you -- ”

Sebastian crushed him into the wall and captured his mouth in a kiss.

It was so sudden, so fierce that Kit gasped against his mouth. The sorcerer had caught him off guard; he could not remember the last time anyone had touched him, and the sheer sensation was overwhelming. That kiss demanded his surrender, and Kit yielded instinctively, opening for his tongue. Kit's hands slid traitorously up those powerful shoulders and he found himself clinging to Sebastian, fighting for air. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only hold on as Sebastian plundered his mouth, grinding his thick, hot erection against him.

Kit was burning up, trapped between Sebastian's heat and the icy stone, filled with a feverish ache. His heart beat frantically. He couldn't get close enough, couldn't yield enough. He needed more. Sebastian angled Kit's face just right to deepen the kiss and Kit made a strangled sound, dazed and desperate, feeling like he was falling.

Then Sebastian broke away. Kit made an involuntary sound of protest; Sebastian chuckled. Bastard. Kit clutched the wall to hold himself up, feeling shaken to his foundations. He couldn't believe how intense that had been, how vulnerable he felt, as though the sorcerer had taken a piece of his soul along with that stolen kiss.

“Just making my point,” Sebastian said. His voice had gone low and rough.