The brothers have their hands full trying to keep their boss at Bailey Bonds safe from the alien who wants to replace him on Earth. To make things worse, the same alien appears to have something to do with the infiltration of the Intergalactic Police and the deaths of many of Falen’s friends and fellow officers. As things unfold, the Blood brothers and their lovers quickly find themselves muzzle deep in lethal aliens, and it will take every skill they have to keep Bailey alive and dig out the truth of what’s going on.
4 stars and a sizzling rating from SensualReads.com “Lots of action and a nice touch of humor make Blood Hound 3: Roasted by Declan Sands a fun story to read.”
Matt lifted his shirt off over his head and threw it unceremoniously onto the grass alongside his jeans. “I’ll be right back.”
He hurried into the tent and grabbed the oversized sleeping bag from the ground. He also dug through his duffle bag for a condom, happy he’d had the foresight to bring one along. When he ducked back out of the tent, he stopped, sucking in a gasp at the sight of Rum standing next to the fire, one hand stroking a huge erection and the other cupping his testicles. Rum’s eyes were closed, and he was fully absorbed in what he was doing. The flickering light of the fire danced over the fairy’s pale, perfect skin, painting him in warm oranges and golds and making him look every bit the creature of magic Matt knew him to be.
The light gave him an unearthly glow, silvered his hair, and turned the simple act of stroking himself into something so hot Matt thought he might come on the spot.
Matt stood there for another minute, just enjoying the sight and filing the picture away for future solo events. Matt found himself reaching for his own erection. He wasn’t surprised to find a bead of pre-come on the tip of his rigid cock. He ran his fingers over the sensitive head of his dick, spreading the velvet drop of moisture, and skimmed his hand along the thick vein on the underside, cupping his own balls. The sensation was magical, delightful, if not quite as nice as having Rum do it for him. But Matt was enjoying the show beside the fire too much to move, so he used his own hands on his cock, just as he was watching Rum do.
Rum released his balls and reached up to tweak his nipples. Matt followed suit, finding his own nipples hard and sensitive under his rough fingertips. Each tug on the tender nubs sent a spear of pleasure directly to his cock, until his hand was moving rapidly over his length and he could feel his release building deep in his core.
Rum’s hand was moving faster too. His golden skin glistened as he pursed his sexy lips and slid his free hand over his chest and down hard, sculpted abs to encompass the base of his big cock.
Matt watched that hand, his tongue coming out to slide across his lips with a sudden need to taste his lover there. But he found it impossible to move. He was greedy to see what Rum would do. Voracious for the vision of his lover pleasuring himself.
Rum’s sexy throat flexed as he swallowed hard. A soft moan escaped him. His hand was a pale blur on the long, thick column of his dick, and his free hand was cupping his balls again, squeezing the taut sac rhythmically as he milked his cock.
Matt growled low in his throat. His nipples burned with quick need, and his balls tucked up tight beneath his dick as he watched the telltale signs of Rum’s approaching orgasm.
Matt loved to watch his fairy come. It was a wonder to see. He suddenly knew he had to be looking into Rum’s eyes when it happened. He wanted to see the magic there as Rum’s body succumbed to the most beautiful experience a man could enjoy.
He forced himself to move. Dragging the sleeping bag with him, Matt crossed the short distance between them and stopped in front of Rum, reaching out to gently pinch his lover’s nipples as Rum’s muscles tightened in the first, delicious wave of his release. “Come for me, baby,” Matt urged. “I want to watch you come.”