Their Obsession
— Loved. Protected. Shared. —
Clover has found love with not one man, but four. He never imagined such a relationship could work, let alone that he’d be at the center of it, but a year later, his bond with the four mercenaries is stronger than ever.
Each man in Clover’s life completes him in a whole different way. Where Drake teaches him shibari, Boar always showers him with cuddles. Where Tank is strict and protective, Pyro takes Clover on wild adventures.
To truly become a part of the mercenary crew, Clover chose to train under the guidance of his men. He’s itching for action to prove to himself and to others that he can handle the toughest jobs.
But through violence and mayhem, Clover will be tried in ways he never wished for. Old enemies resurface, bonds are tested, and one wrong move can mean death.
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THEIR BOUNTY is a dark gay harem contemporary romance, book 2 in the “Four Mercenaries” trilogy. The story contains scenes of explicit violence, offensive language, morally ambiguous characters and lots of scorching hot, emotional, explicit scenes.
Themes: polyamory, mercenaries, bounty hunters, albinism, commitment issues, dark past, male bonding, human trafficking, size difference, danger, alpha male, found family, size difference, distrust, shared, victim and protector, revenge, organized crime
Length: ~70,000 words
“Open wide,” Clover said and picked up a sushi roll with chopsticks. He wasn’t proficient at it yet, since Drake had only taught him how to use them last month, but he was trying.
They’d left Seattle early in the morning so they could arrive home for lunch, but they’d both gotten too hungry on the way to resist a quick snack. Drake laughed as he chewed on his food, completely relaxed, as if Clover hadn’t helped him through violent night terrors just two days ago.
But maybe this was what Drake needed to be his happiest self? Beautiful woods around, country music blowing from the speakers, and no obligations to anyone but the pretty boy at his side.
“We can’t have too much. The guys’ll kill us.”
“I know, I know, I’ve heard Pyro’s got some serious barbeque plans, so I wanna stay hungry. Also…” Clover licked his lips and leaned over to kiss Drake’s cheek. “I don’t like to fuck on a full stomach, and I’m pretty sure the guys have missed me.”
Drake showed his teeth. “I bet they’ll enjoy all you’ve learnt on this trip,” he said and put his arm around Clover.
The two of them had been gone for an entire week to participate in an intense shibari course/SPA combo that left them both well-rested. Clover knew it would be difficult to return to proper training after seven days of tasting new foods and general overindulgence, but if even Drake thought it was fine to let go sometimes, he wasn’t going to resist the temptation.
“You better leave out the burger bun and sauces if you want your abs back.” He grinned and pinched the miniscule fat on Drake’s stomach. Clover loved him either way, but it was fun to tease.
Drake squinted, briefly looking at Clover before focusing on the smooth road through the woods again. “You’ll be sorry you said that when I start working on you. This will be your last laugh.”
Clover smirked and offered Drake another sushi roll. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
“I remember you really enjoyed being upside down last night. Maybe that’s what we should do so everyone could have a go at your mouth?” Drake whispered, pressing a kiss to Clover’s temple.
Regardless of all the dirty talk, Clover felt completely at ease with Drake and the others. Their five-person relationship was unconventional, but it gave him all the tenderness and safety he craved. This past week had been incredibly sweet, even though he’d spent much of it in bondage. Maybe it was because Drake never had a boyfriend before Clover, so he was taking extra care to make him feel special, but Clover appreciated every minute, nevertheless.
“Almost as fun as Disney World…” He glanced at Drake and pushed the sushi roll into his mouth as soon as the man opened his lips.
It was an ongoing bone of discontent as to which vacation had been better. The one with Drake in Seattle, or the one Pyro and Boar had taken Clover on two months ago. To be fair, they were difficult to compare, since one was a sophisticated, adult getaway where he’d been treated like a prince, the other—an indulgent opportunity to let Clover’s inner child run free for the first time, but he still liked provoking his men into spoiling him further. He’d even gotten to wear a tiara at Disney World. And not one of those cheap plastic ones either. His had been adorned with crystals, and he’d later gifted it to a young woman who’d accepted her boyfriend’s proposal during the fireworks.
Tank would often take Clover on hiking trips for two days at a time, as he preferred that to expensive outings that ‘fucked up his nutrition and training’. Clover loved the digital detox, the fucking in a tent, and connecting both with nature and his Daddy. What mattered was that each of his partners wanted to spoil him once in a while, be it with massages, too much sugar, or the last gluten-free sausage.
