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Necessary Temptation
ISBN 9781419913747
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Necessary Temptation Copyright © 2007 A.D. Christopher
Edited by Briana St. James.
Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.
Electronic book Publication November 2007
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
N
ECESSARY
T
EMPTATION
A.D. Christopher
A.D. Christopher
Chapter One
Ten years of stripping down and standing buck naked in front of over five hundred
people was finally going to pay off.
Dawson Gray looked down at the man kneeling before him, nuzzling Gray’s still-
limp—thank you, gods—dick with his deep rose lips. He was an Asian member of the
pride whose shifted form was a striking gray panther. His human form wasn’t too
shabby either, all muscle, smooth soft skin and a silky black braid that hung nearly to
his waist.
At any other time, Gray would gladly have risen to the occasion and urged Simon’s
head down over his engorged length. But not tonight. Tonight the entire future of his
family was on the line. He could not show interest in a potential male warrior-mate or
he’d never get his chance to claim one of the pride’s few females. It had taken him ten
long years to reach the final stage of the mate-claiming test and he would not fail.
All he had to do was stand here on the softly lit stage and endure the fondling and
stroking of two more men without getting a hard-on and he would be home free.
Assuming, of course, that at least two of the ten men lined up beside him became
aroused by one of the pride’s indentured servants. There were only eight females
presently of age to be mate-claimed and every man on this stage wanted one—badly—
or they never would have managed to pass the annual tests administered from ages
fifteen to twenty-five.
It took a lot of willpower for a fifteen-year-old kid to resist fucking an older tribe
female sent to tempt him into losing his sanctity before mate-claiming. Of course, the
women hadn’t been allowed to touch. No matter how difficult the tests became year
after year, touching had never been allowed. Only on this last night were the tempters
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allowed to fondle your balls, stroke your cock, pour warmed oil over their bodies and
hands and touch you everywhere you’d been dying to be touched.
Gods, Gray, don’t lose control. You’re almost there. Think of dead bunnies, fish entrails,
your mother’s bras hanging to dry in the shower.
The slight thickening brought on by his thoughts, as much as the oil Simon was
smoothing between his butt cheeks, gradually faded. By the time Simon pressed a
finger into Gray’s anus, his cock was as limp as ever, but it had been close. Too close.
Thankfully, someone else must have gotten closer.
“Aaron Mitchell Payton, step forward. You and the Unfree Ezekial may descend the
stage and await the running of the pride.” The master of ceremony’s voice rang out
through the otherwise silent glen. A murmur of dismay swept through the crowd and
Gray felt the last of his slight arousal vanish.
Aaron had fought under Gray’s command in the pride war against the lions of San
Francisco. He was a fierce man but also a gentle one and beloved by most of the pride.
He had craved a female in his bed as much as any man on the stage, maybe even more.
Gray had never seen Aaron take another man into the woods during the night of the
full moon, never heard the whisper of a same-sex pairing where the tall, muscled
redhead was concerned. Payton had genuinely craved female flesh above all others,
longed to be paired to a woman for reasons other than rank or the increased status
associated with having offspring.
Gray had been curious to know what it would be like to bed a woman, but he
honestly couldn’t imagine it would be much better than bedding a man, couldn’t
imagine a feeling more mind-blowing than sliding his cock into the heat of another
man’s mouth or feeling another’s strong hand milking him of his seed. Gray suspected
he could be happy with a warrior-mate and, if given the choice, wouldn’t be standing
on the stage tonight at all.
Being sexually attracted to other men wasn’t something their pride looked down
upon or thought was wrong in any way. No one cared that Gray had given and
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