YEAR ONE COLLECTION
M/M FANTASY/MPREG/CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 12.28.16
COVER DESIGN: TC Orton
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The complete first year works of T.C. Orton, who debuted as an author in January 2016.
There are two worlds to follow within these pages...
The first is a world of the paranormal, of Vampires lurking down London alleyways, of Werewolves forming packs outside a college campus, and of Warlocks attending a magical academy in which they learn to harness their powers.
Each of these stories, and characters, co-exist within the same universe. The Omega Moon Universe.
The second world you’ll come across is much like our own, where the only magic you’ll see is that of extraordinary stamina in the bedroom.
The Climax Saga is a series of short stories revolving around a college escort named Luke, and a British transfer student named William – who goes by Billy. Their tale is an unconventional one.
Included with this collection -
Seeing Red: Scorched (Vampire/Dark/Romance)
Omega Moon (Mpreg/Murder-Mystery/Shifter)
Warlock Academy: Tomes 1&2 (Dark/Fantasy)
College Climax: Confidential Edition (Climax Saga Book 1) (Contemporary Romance)
Christmas Climax (Climax Saga Book 2) (Contemporary Romance)
SEEING RED: SCORCHED
“You don’t have to.” Nicolai seemed to notice my hesitation.
“I want to,” I replied as I began to shift my body down the sheets, my face dropping closer to Nicolai’s to plant another kiss on his lips before my mouth moved to his neck.
I used my tongue to leave a trail of saliva from the tip of his earlobe, down between his pecs and over his hard abs until I was knelt at the foot of the bed with my mouth hovering around the waistline of his jeans as my entire body began to shake with nerves. I wanted this; I really wanted this, but what if I was no good? At least if we were doing everything then I could rely on Nicolai to lead the way, but this required some talent on my part.
Nicolai reached down, undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper down as he used his free hand to ruffle my blonde locks that I just realized might get in the way. I ran a hand through my hair, pushing the strands over my shoulders and hoping that they’d stay put. I reached out, grabbed the tip of Nicolai’s jeans and tugged them down, also bringing his black boxers down with them and causing his thick shaft to spring up in all its glory.
“I keep forgetting you don’t know our ways.”
I got up and went over to him, kneeling between his legs and looking up at his stubble-ridden face.
“Teach me.” I wanted to be a part of this world – of this pack.
Damien stared down at me, he placed the whisky on the golden cart by the chair and dropped his cigarette into it, extinguishing the glowing tip. He reached down, guiding my body up and placed me on his lap as his hands held me steadily. I felt my cheeks fluster, I felt my spine tingle and before I knew it I had his hands buried in my brown locks as his tongue penetrated my lips.
He tasted of smoke and whisky, he smelt sweaty from the long walk we’d taken through the woods earlier and his hair was sticking in all different directions, however, I’d never felt more attracted to him.
WARLOCK ACADEMY TOME 1
Jake roared whilst envisioning William’s face, pinning Alaric’s hands above his head and ramming his cock down the man’s throat as he bounced off the headboard.
Jake was kneeling up, his shaft in Alaric’s mouth and his body dripping with sweat. Alaric was fully clothed, somewhere between lying down and sitting against the head of the bed, his skull being bashed by Jake who showed him no mercy with his thick eight-inches.
How long are they going to fucking keep me in here? Jake wondered as he turned his head towards the marks he’d scratched into his bedroom wall as if he were in prison. Today marked one month and four days since he’d attacked William and whilst his body had managed to heal, he was beginning to lose his mind.
“Jake, your homework!” Alaric pulled away, gasping as a mixture of his saliva and Jake’s pre-cum dribbled down his chin.
The man had only turned up looking for Jake’s assignment, but what was happening between them now had happened at least seven times and whilst Alaric liked to pretend he wasn’t into being used, nothing could stop him from taking Jake’s cock on demand. He knew it was wrong, but that just made it feel so right.
“Just give me a pass,” Jake said, reaching down for his shaft and pushing it back inside Alaric’s mouth. “And I told you, don’t fucking speak!”
WARLOCK ACADEMY TOME
Soon enough the room was alive with a mixture of sounds. The first was that of the pillars and headboard banging brutally against the wall. The second was the skin-on-skin contact, the result of Sebastian’s balls slapping against Carlos’ smooth skin creating something similar to that of thunderous applause. And the last was Carlos’ moans, which stemmed from a cocktail of pleasure and pain that had him ready to shoot despite not being able to touch his own dick.
“I’m so close!” He cried out, but Sebastian wasn’t listening. He wasn’t doing this to make Carlos cum, he was doing it because he needed to unload.
COLLEGE CLIMAX, BK 1
Before I knew it, I was at his mercy. My body a ragdoll for him to throw around however he wanted. He bashed against my cheeks, his entire shaft, all of its eight-inches, buried balls-deep in my hole.
He would pull all the way out and wait the briefest of moments until I felt myself tightening again, only to shove his entire length back inside of me and make my eyes water as shooting pains travelled up my spin.
I bit my bottom lip, sinking my nails into the covers and squinted as I tried to cope with the overwhelming feeling of being torn in two. He was an animal in bed, but I knew I could take it. Besides, I had to put on my best show yet since this was being filmed.
CHRISTMAS CLIMAX, BK 2
The comforting aroma of apples and cinnamon hovered like a gentle, refreshing mist in every dormitory hallway. The warm mugs of mulled wine kept my hands toasty as I slowly made my way from one place to the next. The lack of formalities in every lecture became more and more apparent the further we dove into December. And, despite being in the midst of one of the coldest winters I’d ever experienced, there was a place – and a person – that never failed to turn up the heat.
Luke’s motel room was littered with pizza boxes, takeout menus and clothes. The neon sign outside the window had broken off its hinges, casting its blinking letters across the bed, and the fan in the room next door must’ve been broken because there’d been a humming sound resonating from within for days now. However, regardless of its faults, and its appearance, and the other inhabitants, this place had become a second home filled with fond memories.
And we were in the middle of making more.
“Please…” My eyes watered as I spat my words, and streams of saliva soaked my chin. “Please, Luke…”
My hands were shaking beneath me, grounded in the mattress of Luke’s double bed to keep my body positioned on all fours. I kept trying to make the arch that he so desperately craved, I kept trying to dip my stomach in and push my behind out, but it hurt – it really hurt. How on earth did Luke do this for a living?
Born January 6th 1993, T. C. resides in the United Kingdom, living with his partner Peter Jones and their dog, Drake.
T. C. has had a passion for supernatural stories from a young age, often scribbling down his latest ideas instead of focusing on whatever task was at hand during the long school days. At the age of twelve, he penned his first romance story featuring himself and the boy he had feelings for set in a fantastical land full of werewolves and wizards. Ever since that day, T. C. has made it his mission to entwine his leading gay protagonists with epic paranormal adventures.
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