|Forbid My Heart|
"How Can I Forbid My Heart When I Love You?" is the question Izzorah Ceeow asks himself in Forbid My Heart: A Luc and Rah Story, out from Loose Id on April 23, 2012. This book is the sequel to Surrender Love, Kayelle Allen's EPIC Award-winning novel set in the Tarthian Empire.
The characters Luc Saint-Cyr and Izzorah "Rah" Ceeow were introduced in Surrender Love, where they fell immediately into lust, and then into love. They're back in this look at a tender Dom/sub relationship. Izzorah wants to submit, but Luc is healing from a D/s relationship gone bad, and he's reluctant to trust himself. Izzorah's trust enables him to take a step forward.
Waking in the middle of the night, Izzorah begins to worry. His lover has pledged to take him back to visit his homeworld, but Izzorah knows the fact that they're gay could cause their death if the Kin Pride Council hears about it. His heart tells him to trust Luc, but Izzorah's fear is real. He snuggles up to Luc, seeking comfort.
Luc is immortal. He has the perspective to understand his lover's concerns and not worry about them. To distract Izzorah, Luc tries a sexy game of dominance and submission played during their shared shower. Izzorah's unreserved trust and respect make Luc long to wipe out any shadow of trouble or sorrow. He would turn the Kin homeworld upside down to protect him, but convincing Izzorah he can do it will mean confessing a truth Luc is not yet ready to share.
Luc and Rah must learn: where the heart leads -- follow.
Scene: Luc and Rah's penthouse, middle of the night. Izzorah (Rah) is worried about returning to his homeworld, and Luc tries to reassure him. Rah gets a little distracted. Izzorah is a Kin, a feline humanoid with catlike ears, eyes, claws hidden beneath human nails, and the ability to smell emotions.
"No one--and I mean no one--will dare raise his or her voice or hand against you. You and I will not be subject to the whims of a Kin matriarch or anyone else." Still holding Izzorah's hand, Luc drew it against his own chest and turned the palm over his heart. "When I say I'll take you home and keep you safe, trust me; that's a promise I can and will keep."
Luc's will stood between them like a living creature, solid as the walls around them. He might mean every word he said. He might be able to kill the Falehla tzesar. But keep them safe on Felidae? Oh, Luc. I'm not sure anyone can do that.
Izzorah remained silent. He would not dishonor his lover by arguing the point. He hadn't won agreement about not going home, but he could deal with that later. He approached the subject from a different angle. He leaned back, lowered his ears, and set them outward, showing submission instead of willfulness.
He rose to his knees, grabbed Luc, and flattened him against the bed. He clamped his fangs on the tip of Luc's chin.
Purring in response, Izzorah kept his teeth against Luc's skin.
|Luc in the shower|
"This bite's good?" Luc's mixed scent revealed curiosity.
Izzorah released him and sat astride Luc's waist. He tossed his head to move hair out of his eyes. "Ehh nim shree."
"Ah. A love bite. You're being playful."
Gaze locked with Luc's, Izzorah bent forward and lightly nipped Luc's lower lip, nibbled the upper one, and then scraped his teeth across the tip of Luc's nose. He kissed it, then moved back to hover above his mouth, their gazes still linked. "I was bite-thanking you."
"You're welcome. What did I do to deserve that exactly?"
"You listened to me. I was missing Purkinje, and you helped me feel better."
"I'll always listen. I'm sorry about your horse, love. Buying you another one might not help, because it wouldn't be Purkinje, but maybe we..." His voice trailed off as Izzorah slid claws through Luc's curls. Luc sighed in pleasure. "Mmm. I like it when you do that." He went completely still.
"I like touching you." Izzorah bent down and licked the width of Luc's mouth. He brushed his lips across Luc's, gave another gentle nip, and then licked him again. "I think you need to be thanked some more so you know how much I appreciate you. Maybe I should tongue-thank you here." He slipped his tongue across Luc's right nipple. The scent of warm brown sugar and melting butter revealed Luc's rising desire. "You taste of salt, sex, and male. I need to bite-thank and tongue-thank you all over."
Author website: http://kayelleallen.com/exc-forbid.html