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Twice-Caught
by Syd McGinley
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Tarin's been caught, but can he be civilized? Despite his wild ways and his keen instincts, Twice-caught Tarin is bonding with his beak-faced captain, Garrick, but not everyone wants their relationship to succeed. Learning civilized skills and living in buildings have their good points, but Tarin struggles to reconcile his yearning for freedom with his desire for Garrick and his loyalty to his friends. His thinking is clouded by his buzzing conscience and the remaining effects of having his memory wiped by the mysterious Mothers. One thing Tarin is sure of; Major Jadon is a Bad Egg. He's a bitter and jealous man determined to stop any happiness in the community and consolidate power in himself. If Jadon succeeds in his plans, not only will Tarin and Garrick be parted, but Tarin's friend Perry will be in Jadon's clutches. As if threats to community harmony and the safety of new boys weren't bad enough, Tarin may lose the traditional Candle Day choice between his man and the woods if Garrick is not declared to be whole and healthy. Can Tarin's untamed nature defeat the civilized Jadon's cunning use of the community's rules before Candle Day? As many perils for Tarin lie within the winterbound community as outside, but when library-boy Aran faces a cruel punishment, Tarin is even willing to face the Mothers to save his friend. Winter may pass, but will Jadon's malice ever cease?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: October 2011
 
12 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [316 KB]
Words: 70060
Reading time: 200-280 min.
Chapter One
Tarin curled his toes a bit tighter against the bark as he scooted his butt back and leaned against the tree trunk. He huffed out a breath and watched his mouth-air swirl in the cold. His toes twitched. Stupid socks meant he could hardly hold on. He wriggled his ass, and his trousers unpuckered from his crack. Having a layer between him and the cold wasn't ungood. But it wasn't good either. He scowled and sucked hard on his honey treat. He was in a tree. It was a reward and he should enjoy it. If he didn't look down and see how close the ground was, he could imagine he was high up and solitary. Safe and alone.
He sighed. His reward wasn't the freeness he'd hoped for when he'd begged for a scramble up a tree. The bare limbs meant he was plainly visible. No private moment. He plucked at his snug top. His holly berry Shortest Day clothes stopped him feeling the world and were not going to help him be not-being-seen Tarin.
He squirmed. The no leaves and scarlet sweatshirt were not the real problem. The tree was in the middle of the Before Times quad. Cadets were running in groups through the slush and shouting songs. Tarin knew his freedom was just a few minutes of play. That wasn't the problem either. Tarin swallowed some honey juice. The real problem was stamping around under the tree slapping his own sides to keep warm. Tarin glowered at the yellow flop of hair, the bony beak, and straw jut of beard that were all he could see of his man's face.
"Bonded," growled Tarin, and rubbed his stupid tingling spine against the trunk. "Candle Day," he hissed to himself. "Be quiet, spine. Tarin waits!" Either his promise or the bark scratched the conscience itch enough. Tarin watched Garrick march in place. It wasn't warm clothes, good food, or even men that had Tarin trapped. It was his own self that kept him here.
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