Soon, they were both naked and it was Jere’s turn to service Wren. Jere’s style so much different than Wren’s; he helped Wren to lean back, positioning him carefully and making sure he was comfortable, smiling before dipping down to his cock, a slow, intentional movement that had Wren shuddering. Wren hadn’t planned for this, but he loved it, and he knew Jere did as well, and he would never turn him down. As Jere worked his cock, Wren let one hand roam, finding Jere’s head and wrapping his fingers in his hair, pulling him down in the way that turned them both on. In between sucking, Jere pulled off occasionally, turning his attention to Wren’s ass, licking and kissing the sensitive skin there, dipping his tongue inside, only to come back for more of his cock.
Too soon, Wren was pushing Jere away, telling him to stop. “You’re wonderful, but I have something else planned,” he insisted, reaching for the lube again. He handed it to Jere.
“I just wanted to get you started,” Jere pointed out, taking the lube. He started to reach behind himself.
“No,” Wren said, catching his arm. “I want you inside of me. I want to ride you. But I want you to get me ready. You do it... it’s so much hotter the way you do it.”
Jere smiled, looking completely thrilled with the idea. He poured some lube in his hands and slowly worked it all over Wren’s ass, inside of him, over his cock. Wren felt himself opening for Jere immediately, the soft, insistent fingers spreading him without being too demanding or uncomfortable. Jere had always known how to make his body do the most wonderful things.
When Wren was far past the point of being ready, he put a hand on Jere’s shoulder, pushing lightly to signal him to stop. Jere came up, a proud smile on his face, and kissed Wren again before leaning back to where he had been, needing no further instructions.
Wren was on him instantly, his speed gift taking him from one side of the couch to the other in just seconds. His lips locked with Jere’s for a moment as he maneuvered them both, finding the perfect place for their legs and hips, lining himself up with Jere’s cock. He sat up, seeking the right angle, and slowly eased himself down, throwing his head back in pleasure as he felt Jere filling him. It was a wonderful, familiar feeling that he had grown to love. As he settled himself onto Jere’s cock, he felt his temperature rising. It felt so good to express that part of himself, to use his gift to increase his pleasure and Jere’s. He leaned back, adjusting the angle, and felt the tops of Jere’s legs, brushing heat over them for just a moment.
Jere lay beneath him, reaching up to stroke his hands lightly over Wren’s thighs. He reached back to feel the top of his ass, then around to the front again to take his cock. He held it in his hands and stroked it, slowly at first, then he built up speed as Wren started to work himself up and down on Jere’s cock, faster and faster. Wren bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out. Wren knew that the bedroom that he and Jere shared was soundproofed, but he wasn’t too certain about the rest of the house. There was a naughty element to enjoying themselves in what had become a public area, and that added to Wren’s excitement. He kept riding Jere until he felt himself about to come, thrusting to take him deeper and to drive his cock in and out of Jere’s hands, which somehow always managed to be exactly where he needed them to be.
He covered Jere’s hands with one of his own, warming it enough that he could feel the heat on his own cock. Jere shuddered underneath of him, the warmth turning him on even more.
“Do it again,” Jere mumbled. “Mark me. Burn me. I want your handprints on my chest tomorrow.”
Wren had to hold back to keep himself from coming at that request. “Like before?” he asked, adjusting himself so he could still work up and down on Jere’s cock while placing his hands on Jere’s chest. It was, fortunately, a convenient position.
“More,” Jere challenged, a needy smile on his face. “I want it to last.”
“It will hurt,” Wren cautioned, feeling the heat spread through his hands. It was amazing how it came out; the same white-hot flames that had ignited paper and clothing and buildings could be toned down so easily, used for someone he cared about so much.
“Good,” Jere replied.
“Tell me when to stop,” Wren cautioned, raising the temperature in his hands as gradually as possible, feeling Jere’s skin warm underneath. As it did, Jere gasped, struggling to hold himself still, but failing. He twisted and bucked, each movement sending waves of pleasure through Wren’s body.
“Stop when you want to,” Jere mumbled, arching his back and pressing firmly against Wren’s hands with his chest. “I trust you.”
Once again, Wren felt his body trying to come, and he willed it away. He needed to be more focused, more concerned with Jere’s safety, more in control. He kept increasing the heat, little by little, until he was sure it would leave marks for many, many days without blistering. Instead of removing his hands, he focused on the temperature once more, bringing it back down gently, stopping the burn right where he wanted it.
Finally, he shifted positions, leaning down so he could kiss Jere, muffling the sounds that he wanted to make. The new position was good; Jere’s cock hit him in places it hadn’t before, and Wren came quickly, moaning as he continued to kiss Jere, shaking as his orgasm almost overwhelmed him. The motions set Jere off as well, and Wren smiled as he heard Jere struggle to stay quiet, thrusting into him a few more times before he came.
They lay there, spent, naked, and messy with come. Wren was utterly content.
“I like the new couch,” he decided.
“Me too,” Jere agreed.
Wren considered it. “I think I like being anywhere that you are.”
Jere didn’t even take a moment to think before replying. “I know I do.”
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Author’s Notes
Inherent Cost had a long development period. It started as a few simple scenes that didn’t fit into Inherent Risk, and slowly I realized that these characters had more of a story to tell. Wren and Jere’s love for one another had been firmly established in my world, but I wondered what would happen when this relationship was put to the test of a cruel outside world. More than any other book in this series, this one reflects the real world: how do we react in the face of disease? Where do politics and public safety intersect? Where do privacy and personal rights fit into the greater good?
Expanding beyond the safety of Wren and Jere’s home and clinic brought with it a unique set of challenges. As their world expanded, so did mine, and the process of figuring out how to structure governments, how to handle exploitation, and how to do it all while sharing a sexy, romantic story brought a number of challenges. Fortunately, the stellar team at ForbiddenFiction (especially Rylan Hunter and James L. Wolf) was there to help make this happen! I am so pleased to see this little book “grow up” into something that is moving, exciting, and still hot as hell.
As the conclusion of the trilogy, this is the end of Wren and Jere’s story... for now. I am currently working on some other ideas set in the same world, and I have no doubts that we will be seeing these two again.
—Alicia Cameron
About the Author
Alicia Cameron has been making up stories since before she can remember. After discovering erotica during a high school banned books project, she never really turned back. She lives in Denver, Colorado with a tiny dog and rabbit who conspire regularly to distract her from doing anything productive. By day she works in the mental health field and is passionate about youth rights and welfare. In her spare time, she enjoys traveling, glitter, and punk rock concerts.
ForbiddenFiction works by Alicia Cameron
Inherent Gifts Series
Inherent Gifts
Inherent Risk
I
nherent Cost
Short Stories
Cuts so Deep
Dangerous Steps
In Other Hands
Jingle Boy
Twisted Gifts
Party Favors
Hot Rain
Lessons Learned
Demoted Series
Subjection
Sedition
Succession
Short Stories
Bethel’s Brothel
Call It Even
For Science
INHERENT GIFTS SERIES
The Fall made the world a better place. The collapse of the old society and the struggle for survival in its ruins gave humanity a fresh start. The deaths of so many clarified things, it required the survivors to focus on what was really important. And the rise of those preternaturally gifted in mind and body allowed humanity to rebuild the world without completely returning to the toxic old ways.
Jere is a young doctor with a gift for psychic healing. Unable to find work in his native Sonova, he takes over an old friend's small-town medical practice after the friend's death in a mysterious fire.
Hojer is as different a place from Sonova as Jere could imagine. In Arona, the nation-state of which Hojer is a part, the physically gifted are enslaved, owned by psychic masters who ruthlessly punish any disobedience.
Wren is the slave whom Jere inherited along with the medical practice. Burned in the fire and broken by a lifetime of cruelty, Wren wants only to serve and be ignored.
Jere had never imagined that he would own a slave. He’d certainly never thought he'd fall in love with one. But in Hojer, where simple kindness to a slave is forbidden, loving Wren could be the end for both of them.
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