RELEASE BLITZ: Chosen by the Champion by A.L. Morrow (Excerpt)
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Chosen by the Champion
By A.L. Morrow
Once Upon a Time
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I catch Tristan’s hand and hold it a moment, overwhelmed by his loveliness. His small frame and delicate features. The peachy hue of his already-pebbled nipples. The way he’s literally dripping before me. My alpha growls possessively. I want him again, whether or not his wave has begun.
Then, a lingering bead of juice runs down his throat, and it’s too much. I tug him toward me and run my tongue over his skin, lapping up the sticky nectar in one long, languid stripe.
And I find out I was right: oranges and grapefruits have never tasted better than they do on him.
“Mason …”
Tristan squeaks my name as I keep going, licking over his smooth chin and jaw, darting my tongue in and out to taste his skin. The salt to the citrus’s sweet. On my way back, I trace a line across the seam of his lips and dot kisses against the corners of his mouth. He catches my tongue with his own, breath quickening, and when I push aside the plate and roll him onto his back, he grips my shoulders and parts his legs so I can kneel between them.
“You’re beautiful, Tristan,” I say, staring down at him.
He glances away with a shyness that’s completely unnecessary after how desperately we fucked last night. Then, he speaks, and my heart squeezes as I realize he’s not embarrassed by sex or nudity. Instead, it’s my compliment—a show of simple kindness—that he’s unused to.
“You don’t have to keep saying that.”
“It’s true, though. The only thing more special than seeing you wear my clothes last night is the vision of you without anything on at all.”
“But I’m dirty and sticky,” he insists.
“Then I’ll fuck you clean again.”
A smile plays on his lips. “That’s not how it works.”
“It is today.”
Dipping down, I lick a circle around one of his areolas. They’re puffy from his heat, and the tang of orange hits my tongue—a rogue droplet I must have overlooked a moment ago. Tristan’s would-be giggle turns into a groan.
“Found a spot we missed. Anyplace else you’d like me to check?” I ask.
He doesn’t speak. He only reaches for a few of the fruit segments off the abandoned plate, holds them over his chest, and squeezes them between his fingers. A river of liquid pours down over his body. It runs over his sternum, splashes against his just-licked nipples, and pools in his navel. And when the citrus runs dry, he takes the pulp and drags it up and down his ribs, painting every inch of his skin like an artist with his canvas.
“How about everywhere?” he says, discarding the rinds.
I let out a husky growl. It’s the best I can manage. I’m buzzing and brutish, all alpha. If someone were to ask right now, I wouldn’t even know my own name.
About the Author:
USA Today bestselling author A.L. Morrow enjoys dreaming up steamy scenes and spectacular settings—often along with a touch of magic or myth. She believes that love is love and likes reading and writing various genres of romance.
In her downtime (what’s that?), A finds delight in scouring for secondhand designer fashions. She briefly lived in a haunted mansion, once took a flight to visit Scotland for a day, and is prone to meeting minor celebrities in random hotel elevators. She resides in the eastern US.
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