Here is your Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday post from my (unedited) WIP (inspired by Cherie Noel and Dr. Porne) entitled: The Marriage Groups, Book One: Elian
Elian Glinkobia is the youngest son of his family. Born on the planet, Kardalusia, he is the only breeder, the only coração, born to a family full of Kartusian warriors and soldiers. He was born with no other purpose than to be the coração of a marriage group, there to serve them in every manner that they needed. Or so he thinks. Attending his final marriage soiree, Elian believes that he will not be picked by any marriage group and is destined to live his life alone, or as a prostitute. He is beyond shocked to find out that he was chosen by the royal marriage group the year before. He is to be the coração, the heart, of the three kings, Nevin, Corbin, and Gaige.
However, things are not always as easy as they seem. Before Elian can even settle into his position as The Royal Coração, someone attempts to murder him. Placed under lock and key in the palace by his husbands, Elian begins to discover that the gods of the Kartusians, gifted him with a lot more than he could have ever expected.
Will Elian’s special gifts come in handy when he needs them to save his husbands and their people, or was everyone right about his worthlessness?
Elian looked around the room and gritted his teeth against the moan that threatened to pour forth from his lips. It seemed as if he’d walked into every gay man’s fantasy. A room filled with sexy, muscled men, all looking for commitment. Elian should feel a little out of place. He was only 5’5″, the only black guy in the room and the only big muscle that he had was the one in his pants. He couldn’t believe how many men were there. His mouth filled with saliva and he swallowed thickly in order to stop the drool from escaping his lips and spilling down his chin. He wanted to scream out that he was there, ready for someone, anyone, from one of the marriage groups to pick him, choose him, but from the group of fifteen unattached, marriageable men, it was only him and four of his friends left and he was the only one standing by himself.
He sighed in despair. His parents would be livid if he came home tonight. He was supposed to be chosen and married today. He was supposed to be grabbing his luggage from his room and going off with the three other men who would make up his marriage group. He was eighteen years old. Almost nineteen. And this was his fourth and final marriage soiree. If he wasn’t chosen tonight, he’d be forced into servitude, spinsterhood, or making his living as a prostitute. His fathers were already deeply upset with him because he’d been passed over three other times. Especially since he was the only one of their children not born as a soldier or a warrior or even as a doctor. Elian had been born as a breeder. That was it. His sole purpose in life was to lay on his back, his side, on his hands and knees and be fucked all day and night and give birth to more of the Kartusians.
He hadn’t asked to be born as a breeder. Hell, he hadn’t asked to be born into his family or as a Kartusian. It was a fucking luck of the draw. One that he was being punished for.
Looking around the room again, he sighed in despair. All the time that he’d spent gazing into nothingness and daydreaming and no one had approached him. What was wrong with him? Why hadn’t he been picked yet? He realized that all of his friends had been chosen and there were still four marriage groups left, none of which were even looking at him. Perhaps his dads had been wrong. Maybe he was a little too reminiscent of the females of their species that had died off over ten millenia before. Elian was aware that he was a lot smaller, thinner, his skin was a lot softer and his facial features a lot more pretty than any other Kartusian male in history. But once again, it was not his fault. It wasn’t as if he’d consulted with and pleaded for the God Alusia to make him this way. He hadn’t. Not at all.
At least, not that he knew of.
“So, why are you still here? I would have thought that you’d be off packing your bags, ready to leave with your marriage group,” the waiter standing next to him said as he placed his tray on the counter behind Elian.
Startled, Elian turned with a gasp to look up at the other man. The waiter was gorgeous. He stood about 6’1″ and had the most gorgeous pale green eyes that Elian had ever seen on a Kartusian before. So lost was he in the beauty of the man before him, that it took him a while to process exactly what he’d said.
“My what? I don’t have a marriage group,” Elian stated, hearing the sadness in his own voice. He glanced up at the clock, aware that in less than fifteen minutes the soiree would be over and he would once again be left alone. Though this time he would be alone and destitute.
The waiter looked confusedly down at him before pulling a picture out of his inner pocket. Showing the picture to him, Elian was amazed to see a picture of him from a year before.
“Isn’t this you?” the waiter asked.
Elian nodded before he responded. “Y-y-yes.”
Why the hell did the waiter have a picture of him from a year before? A picture that looked as if it were taken of Elian when he was unaware that he was being photographed. It looked like it was a picture of Elian walking to class, which was just…strange, who would want a picture of him, walking to class?
“Where the hell did you get this picture?” he asked the waiter, hoping that his voice didn’t sound as shaky and fearful as his insides felt.
“Why the new kings passed it out at the beginning of the soiree, letting everyone know that you were a part of their marriage group and were not to be approached with an offer,” the waiter said as if that explained everything.
It explained nothing, however. Why the hell would the kings want him to be a part of their marriage group? And if that were true then where the hell were they?
As if his thoughts had conjured them, Elian gasped at the sight of the three kings, easily the tallest, broadest, strongest men in all of Kardalusia, walking through the door. As one they all turned towards him and made their way in his direction. Elian felt frozen in place. His eyes took in each of the three men. Nevin Cannington, the eldest of the three kings, the direct descendant of the previous kings, stood at 6′ 9″, had black hair that was trimmed close at the nape and sides, tapered to a slightly longer length on top, that rested at his ears, with gorgeous hazel brown eyes, had the widest grin on his face. He was dressed in a white royal suit, trimmed with gold embroidery, with a gold button up shirt underneath. His skin, which was deliciously tanned called to Elian and he found himself clenching his hands in order to prevent himself from reaching out to the older man who was at the very least, twenty years his senior. Corbin Dyer-Cannington, stood at 6’8″, just slightly shorter than Nevin, his brown hair hung in thick, luxurious waves to his shoulders, begging for Elian to run his slim fingers through them, while he too had hazel brown eyes, there seemed to be a spark of gold that flared in their depths when he looked at Elian. He was dressed in a white suit as well, though his was trimmed with blue embroidery and clung to his extremely muscled frame, though he wore no shirt beneath the suit, giving Elian a clear view of the tattoos that the other man had obtained during his training on Zarxion. Elian felt his cock thicken behind the slacks of his own black tuxedo pants, feeling a bit like a hobo next to the kings, his long black hair, that hung in black waves to his waist, suddenly feeling a lot heavier than it had just moments before. It was the sight of Gaige Nobriga-Cannington, however, the only king with a naturally caramel skin tone, that robbed Elian of his breath. Gaige’s 6’6″, thickly muscled frame screamed out danger to anyone who looked at him. His blond hair invited the curious to touch it, with its gloriously golden highlights and waves, it fell to just below Gaige’s shoulders. It was the sight of the scar on Gaige’s cheek that caused one to rethink their approach to him, however.
Elian had heard the story of the third king. Heard that he had “the sight”, that Gaige could see into the future. It fascinated him. Gaige was most assuredly a man who played by his own rules, dressed in a white suit, as was customary of royalty, he wore a red shirt beneath a black leather vest, underneath his suit jacket. On Gaige’s right wrist Elian saw a leather bracelet with diamond studs embedded within and a tattoo of a snake that wrapped itself around his left one. He felt himself shiver as the three kings all stopped before him, surrounding him in a semi-circle and he was distantly aware that every man in the room had knelt on one knee, showing honor to the monarchy. He knew that he should bow to his kings, that he should probably lay prostrate before them, but all he could do in that moment, was stare at them.
And hope he didn’t embarrass himself by begging them all to fuck him.
“You are ours Elian Glinkobia. Gather your belongings, you are now the coração of our marriage group,” King Nevin stated.