"4 Cups!...Ms. Dane has written scorching love scenes that include multiple partners. There are also hot scenes with male on male action. In addition, this author provides [the reader] with an intense story of good vs. evil. However, this tale does not stop there; it also has a very creative twist. This book will have you reading it repeatedly."--Candy Cay, Coffee Time Romance
"4 Stars!...I found the sex to be sensual and interesting, varied and hot, with exhibitionism, voyeurism, M/M/F and M/M scenes...All in all, this was an enjoyable read, and I'm sure fans of adult fairytales will enjoy Swan's Lake."--Aggie Tsirikas, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"As a big fan of ménage and M/M books, I was very excited to review Swan's Lake...There was a great deal of sex in the story...[a] strong, interesting heroine...sexy swan-shifter heroes, and...foursome scenes."--Cassie, Joyfully Reviewed
...Reynaldo turned his head to the side and watched as Satrius took a blue bottle from the assortment resting on the shelf. The magician came back to the bed and climbed onto it, straddling Reynaldo’s hips. He felt Satrius’s thick cock against his lower back, felt it slide along his spine as Satrius leaned forward and drizzled some of the oil over his shoulders.
“You like when I do this for you?”
“Yes,” he managed to say in a guttural tone. “Your hands are knowledgeable. I would do anything to feel them on my body.”
He began to knead at the tight muscles in Reynaldo’s back. There was something in his touch, an energy that transmitted to Reynaldo, warming him thoroughly, building the fire within him.
These intimacies with Satrius were becoming fewer and farther between as he pushed Reynaldo toward Belinda and securing the relationship. He used the intimacies as rewards for the sexual encounters with the witch. He had been bedding the wench for months now and still no sign of fertility. He treasured these moments, even knowing that once Belinda carried the child he had no idea how the relationship with Satrius might change. He might take the babe and leave Reynaldo alone. He dreaded that day, for he felt no true love for Belinda. Her body was delectable and fucking her was certainly no punishment, but there was no depth of feeling for the woman, no deeper connection like there was with Satrius. It was strictly a duty he must perform to receive the reward.
He melted beneath the hands commanding his body. Hands that now turned him onto his back as Satrius re-situated himself, his cock pressing against Reynaldo’s, skin to skin. It was an exquisite sensation feeling their flesh press and slide together. He undulated his hips as Satrius’s hands stroked across his chest.
“Do you want me to leave, Reynaldo?”
The question came out of nowhere and he stiffened. He pinned Satrius with a panicked look. “Why would you ask such a thing?” He rose up from the bed. “Of course, I don’t want you to leave.”
Satrius’s hands brushed soothingly across his chest as his eyes imprisoned Reynaldo’s, until finally Reynaldo looked away silently acquiescing to Satrius’s dominance.
Satrius rose from the bed and reached for Reynaldo’s hand, pulling him up as well and leading him back to the window overlooking the pristine lake. He whirled him around, bracing his hands to either side of the window. He then kicked his legs wide.
Reynaldo felt opened and vulnerable to the whims of the magician. He gazed out over the still lake as he waited, his cock hot and hard, desire raging through him.
There had been a time when he was the one in command of his estate, when he had fought against all intruders who would claim what was his. How had he come to this point? Slowly his will had been sapped from him. Satrius had done more than claim his body, he owned his soul, wooed him with the dark magic of his personality, bribed him with the knowledge of the power. Belinda was simply the baggage he must accept to hold the prize.
Somewhere along the line he had sold everything he was for the carnal pleasure of Satrius’s presence, and he was thoroughly caught up in the magical web.
He tensed when he felt the warmth of Satrius’s hands on his ass, separating his cheeks. Anticipation shot through him.
“Keep your eyes on the lake, my young lord. You think you want the Maiden, but I know better. You would defy me if you could, wouldn’t you? Are you thinking of her now?”
Reynaldo shook his head. “No, Satrius.”
His hands stroked Reynaldo’s ass. “I think I must remind you of your true desires. Help you to remember.”
Reynaldo hissed when the first strike connected. A rhythm began as a sharp series of spanks ensued and his ass warmed to the pain. Each strike landing differently until he shuddered and sweat broke out over him, yet he still focused on the lake as Satrius directed.
The powerful blows stopped. “What are you thinking of?”
His buttocks throbbed, his cock pulsed, pre-cum dripping from the bulbous, purplish head. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispered. “I want you to touch me.”
“What? No thought of the Maiden now?”
“No.” His mind had room for only one thing.
Only one man.
Only one need...