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Of the Clan O'Grady
     

Of the Clan O'Grady

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by AM Riley
 

The Banshee O'Grady is one of the last of his kind. A portent of doom for the increasingly modern Irish Clan, who no longer believe in the old ways. And a male at that.


He thinks its his role to be lonely, after all morose and sad is the Banshee way, isn't it? Then he meets Maebsef, innocent beguiling and persistant.


This is an adult m/m

Overview

The Banshee O'Grady is one of the last of his kind. A portent of doom for the increasingly modern Irish Clan, who no longer believe in the old ways. And a male at that.


He thinks its his role to be lonely, after all morose and sad is the Banshee way, isn't it? Then he meets Maebsef, innocent beguiling and persistant.


This is an adult m/m faerie tale.

Product Details

BN ID:
2940000905562
Publisher:
AM Riley
Publication date:
04/09/2010
Sold by:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
261 KB

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Prelude

Steven O'Grady

Some nights were worse than others, and some were not half bad. Crazy thing, wasn't it, that he could still sometimes feel happy to be alive, joyous even?

"Boy you sure have, a lot of prescription bottles in there." The guy's silhouette appeared, backlit from the bathroom light. "Uh, I mean, don't want to pry or anything."

"It's okay," said Steven. "I have leukemia." It was strange how light-hearted he felt saying that out loud. The guy sat down on the bed, and now Steven could see the beefy muscles on his chest highlighted by the bathroom light, along with one bulging bicep as the guy rubbed at the top of his shaggy haircut. "Does it bother you?" asked Steven.

The guy lay down, stretching himself next to Steven's body. "No," he said. "Illness doesn't bother me. I've been around sick people a lot." He laid one big hand easily on Steven's thigh and stroked upward. That wonderful rush of arousal ran up Steven's leg and into his balls. The guy squeezed and stroked and nuzzled Steven's shoulder.

"Oh," said Steven. "Are you in the medical profession?"

"Something like that," said the guy. Steven didn't pry further. Pick-up protocol, you know. The guy was licking Steven's arm and working down his chest in slow easy swipes now.

"You feeling any better?" asked Steven carefully.

He saw the guy's head shift to look down at his own body. "No," he said. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," said Steven, sincerely. "I mean are you sure you want to..." he shivered when the guy's teeth enclosed one of his nipples.

"Yeah," said the guy roughly. "Don't worry about it." His mouth was traveling downward, his tongue movingrapidly, soothing and stimulating and Steven arched against it, squeezing his eyes shut and just enjoying.

Yeah, some nights, life was pretty damn good. Good enough to fight for. Good enough to keep taking those damn pills and keep up the chemo and ... "Ah! Oh, yeah, that's..." His dick and the back of the guy's throat had a little epiphany together.

* * * *

Steven had fallen asleep finally and his visitor stood in the doorway, looking back one last time before leaving. "Go not gentle into that good night, Steven O'Grady," he said. And he shut the door, checking to engage the lock first, with a quiet little snick.

Meet the Author

AM Riley is a film editor and sometime poet with a passion for erotica, fantasy, murder mysteries and ice hockey. Riley lives in Los Angeles, California and can be found at amriley.net.

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