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November 17 through December 8, readers are invited to vote for their favorite entry in the Midnight Seductions Endless Romance Writing Contest. This is the first year the Midnight Seductions Authors have offered the contest and we hope you'll enjoy all of the forty-two entries we have this year. The contest is co-sponsored by Two Lips Reviews and Topaz Promotions. In addition, several of our Midnight Seductions Authors have generously donated prizes for the top three winners.

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Joanna Waugh/Blind Fortune

2008-11-15T15:52:00.000-08:00

Cerridwen Press

“It must have been difficult learning to play the pianoforte by ear,” Charles observed in a neutral tone.
Her slender shoulders rose and fell. “Yes. But since I could neither stitch nor paint, music was my only creative outlet.”
“That explains the reason you initially learned to play, not why you continue to do so.”
“It’s necessary now. A part of my soul,” Fortuna whispered. “My…” Her voice trailed off.
“Passion?” Charles finished.
Her brows knitted together. “And you, my lord. I understand from Richard that you also play.”
He feigned a dramatic sigh. “I thought we agreed you’re to call me Charles.”
“Very well.” Her chin lifted a fraction higher. “Why do you love music, Charles?”
“I took up the harpsichord and later the pianoforte, to irritate my father. He thought it an unmanly occupation.”
Only Richard knew the truth. That, as a boy, Charles used music to escape his lonely existence at Lowden Hall.
“Now I play because it pleases me.” His lips curled in a sardonic smile. “Have you never heard that, ‘Music has charms to soothe the savage breast. To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak’?”
Fortuna cocked her head as if hearing something beyond the mere words he’d spoken. “You think yourself a brute?”
“Rude, certainly. And sometimes cruel,” he drawled. “You, of all people, must agree with that assessment of my nature.”
Fortuna shook her head. A copper corkscrew cascaded over her shoulder and curled like a question mark around one breast. Charles gaped at it.
“You’re more of a knotted oak,” she finally said.
His skin prickled with low level panic. He’d spent a lifetime hiding behind cold disdain and arrogance, allowing no one a glimpse beyond that facade. Yet with guileless perception and uncanny accuracy, Fortuna had managed to pierce the protective shield Charles had erected.
A hunger to reveal more of the person at his core welled up, seeped through him and sunk soul-deep. Ruthlessly, he suppressed it.
“I take it you’re a student of the London School.”
She considered his words, then said, “Yes.”
They were conversing on two levels now. Instinct told Charles she recognized and accepted his inability to share more of himself at the moment. Relieved that she understood, he said, “I find Field’s sonatas rather one dimensional. Are you familiar with Herr Beethoven?”
Fortuna shook her head and, like a puff of smoke, the emotional tension between them dissipated.
Charles felt a twinge of regret at its passing. Out loud, he said, “His Quasi una fantasia—Almost a fantasy—is just as somber but much more full-bodied. I’d be honored to play it for you.”
Rising from the piano, she stood aside so he could take it.
Charles shot her an assessing look as he stepped forward. “I have an idea, something that might enhance your enjoyment of the piece.”
He crooked one arm around her waist, then bent to hook the other behind her knees. She squeaked a protest as he lifted her against his chest. Flexing his fingers in the flimsy material along her rib cage, he savored the warm supple body beneath his hands.
Striding down the side of the piano, he swung Fortuna onto its lid. Seated upright with her legs stretched out, she wore a dumbfounded expression.
Charles tucked her nightgown around her limbs and stepped back. “Lie down, with your head toward the music stand.”
He then returned to the piano stool. Releasing the buttons of his jacket, he sat and ran through a set of scales to limber his fingers.
As the notes reverberated through the mahogany lid, Fortuna uttered a small cry of surprise and turned her wide, cat’s eyes his direction.
He grinned. “They say Beethoven was out one evening for a walk when he passed a cobbler’s shop and heard someone practicing one of his compositions. He went inside and found a blind girl struggling with the piece.”
Tentatively, Fortuna scooted forward, then laid down on her back with her arms at her sides. Bronze curls snaked through the music stand to hang over the keys. Spellbound, Charles stared at them. Then, swallowing hard, he cleared his throat and continued.
“Herr Beethoven offered to demonstrate how the piece was meant to be played. He became so caught up in the beauty of the moonlight falling through the open window on the blind girl that he went home and composed this sonata.”
With that, he began to play.
As Charles’ fingers flew over the keys, he let his gaze rest on the copper froth dangling just above his hands. He tried to imagine the sensations Fortuna was experiencing. How each keystroke pulsed through her body and sent vibrations quivering along her limbs. Especially when he came to the fast-paced, accentuated finale.
He ended the movement in one abrupt crashing stroke. Hands suspended above the keyboard, Charles waited for the last note to reverberate through the music room.
“Fortuna?” he quietly breathed.
She lay still, as thought she hadn’t heard him. At last it registered that the piece had ended. With a heartfelt sigh, she pulled herself upright.
Charles leaped to his feet. In two swift steps, he was beside the piano.
Fortuna swiveled toward him on her bottom, until her legs hung over the lid’s edge. She wore a dazed expression, like that of a well-loved, satiated woman.
Desire spiked through Charles. Deliberately, he pressed his chest against her knees, then slid the palms of both hands up over each rounded hip until he clasped her slender waist. Lifting her off the piano, he stepped away and let her slippers slowly slide to the floor.
Her legs seemed incapable of support. “That was…so…” she whispered breathlessly.
“Sensual?”
Fire burned a trail straight to his groin. Charles barely managed to stifle a groan. Unable to resist the sexual pull between them and accepting the inevitability of his actions, he lowered his head and captured Fortuna’s rosy mouth with his own.

KyAnn Waters/All Lycan's Eve

2008-11-15T15:48:00.000-08:00

Ellora's Cave Publishing

Callie’s sweet cream coated his fingers when he parted her inner folds. He caressed her swollen and distended nubbin. “You’re so hot.” Her pussy was soaked. “Tell me you came looking for me tonight.”
“Yes,” she whispered. Liking the effect he had on her, he circled his thumb around her clit again. “The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you.” She stilled. “You don’t live at home, do you?”
He chuckled. “No. Not for a long time now.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth when he took the condom from her hand.
“I hope you’re sure?”
“Yes,” she said while watching him roll the latex glove over his cock. Holding the base, he spread her juices with the head. He breeched her opening. The silken walls of her cunt resisted.
Callie sucked in a sharp breath. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. “Oh my! You’re huge.”
Kean locked his jaw, clenched his teeth, and stretched her opening. Her honeyed cream coated his shaft, scented the air, and eased his entry into her welcoming channel. “So sweet.” Pressing deeper, easing back, to thrust a bit further, then her soft, swelled tissues completely devoured his cock. For a moment he stilled, buried to the hilt. He pulled out and drove deep again. Her hot folds enveloped him. Blood pounded in his ears.
“Oh yes, Kean! Harder! Faster.” She wrapped one leg around his hips and braced the other foot on a box. Arching, she angled her pelvis. Kean took fierce hold of her thighs, spread her wide, and watched his cock disappear into her body.
His heart hammered in his chest, threatening to break through his ribs. Never before had his cock swelled to such lengths. It was the difference between being buried deep in his mate rather than fucking a she-wolf. Sweat trailed down his spine. The muscles in his ass contracted.
Callie wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Still wearing her high heels and stockings, she hooked her ankles behind his back. The force of his thrusts slid her against the top of the box. The wet sounds of their bodies blended with heavy breathing.
Kean found her lips, sweeping her mouth with his tongue. Tangling and tasting. She moaned and he deepened the kiss, sucking her upper lip. His hand firmly kneaded the full globe of her breast and then he pinched the tightened nipple before rolling it between his fingers.
“Callie, you are my mate.” As he ran his hands up her sides, he felt each rib. Wrapping around to her back, he traced the feminine curves of her lower back to her shoulder blades. Her naked flesh was smooth beneath his calloused fingers. “Do you accept me?”
Her thighs shook and her ragged breathing grew shallow. “Oh yes!” Trembling with building tension, she reached for her orgasm. He grabbed onto her high heels and pushed her bent knees to her ears then fucked her hard, banging the head of his shaft against the top of her channel. Hot cream dripped from her pussy and from his balls. She tightened around his shaft.
Finally, her body crashed. The walls of her vagina milked his cock. A hot gush of fluid followed.
Unleashing the beast within, Kean stretched his neck and howled to the ceiling. His mouth watered as he began to shift. His canines lengthened to sharp points. Animal instinct overpowered human nature. Fierce growls vibrated his chest cavity. The need to dominate, make her submit…make her his bitch!
Dropping Callie’s feet, he pulled her close and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Canines pierced the soft flesh sinking deeply, tasting the salt of her skin. Blood filled his mouth. The metallic taste coated his lips, tongue and throat. Heat rushed through his veins energizing his blood and making him high. He locked his jaw at the same time his cock swelled within her body.

Callie’s scream died in her throat. Her fingers grabbed at the thick fur covering where there was once smooth muscular flesh. Blinding pain shocked her system and then a euphoric haze clouded her mind. Her body relaxed and stars erupted behind her eyes. In the darkened room, her touch told her what her eyes couldn’t.
Intoxicating, heavy scents of musk, male and sex permeated the air. Kean’s arms locked around her waist. Soft hair brushed against her exposed skin. She couldn’t twist her mind around what her hands clearly understood. She had brought out the animal in Kean.
And he’d bitten her!
Blood flowed warm down her back. The salt of her skin stung the wound. His cock still thrust in and out of her body in a frenzied rhythm. And damn it, he felt absolutely glorious. His teeth piercing her skin held her immobile. She clutched fists of fur. Damn, what was he and what had she gotten herself into? His shoulders were broader and although she couldn’t see, she knew he’d grown taller because her arms stretched to reach his neck. She had no choice but to hold on through the wild fucking.
Finally, in an explosion of energy, his body jerked with spasms as he rode his orgasm. His hold on her eased, but before she had a chance to scramble away, warm wet strokes of a soft, velvet tongue soothed the sting and the bite. His long tongue laved the wound. A tongue that felt nothing like the one he had in her mouth a few moments before, but still brought tingles to her skin. Her head swam with uncertainties. How could she be scared of him and yet hunger for more? The licks sent pulses into her nipples and into her vagina renewing the need to have him ravish her again.

Dakota Trace/Just Between Friends

2008-11-15T15:42:00.001-08:00

EXcessica

“Do you know where your G-spot is, Bella?”
“It's a myth.” She looked at him as she couldn't believe what he had just said.
Seth slowly shook his head. “No, it's not. There is a sensitive spot inside your vagina, that will make you come like crazy, harder than you ever have.”
Oh, that's intriguing , but how do I find it? “Where is it?”
“It's usually on the upper wall, you probably haven't ever felt it because your fingers are too short to reach, but I have an idea, on how you could experience it, if trust me.”
Now, she looked at him with suspicion. Is he trying to pull a fast one?
“Hold out your hand, Bella.”
She did so, not understanding what his point was. She soon realized what he was trying to prove when he placed his palm against hers. His fingers covered and extended well beyond hers.
“It's a simple, Bella, my fingers are much longer than yours.”
“So I have short fingers.”
“Longer fingers mean more depth penetration.”
A light went off in her head when she realized what he was offering. “Seth! You want to, oh no, I can't.” Desire flared inside her and seconds later, she knew she was wet again.
“Shhh. They'll be like a dildo, only I can move them to reach that special spot you need stimulated. It will be like having a live dildo that you control.”
It was crazy but the idea of coming on Seth's fingers was turning her on. It seems like everything to do with him is having that effect on me! Am I slut?
“This is only another way to pleasure you, Bella. I promise to only do what you ask me to. You will call the shots. Any time you are uncomfortable, we'll stop. But feeling you come on my fingers will be the sexiest thing either of us could experience.”
Damn him, if he isn't right.
“I can't believe I'm going to do this.” Pulling his hand to her mouth, she sucked his first three fingers like tiny cocks to wet them for her pussy.
“I bet you do the same thing for your vibe, don't you?”
“Yeah. It has to be wet.” Panting, she moved his hand down between her splayed legs.
Seth was visibly excited again. “It's just like giving a blow-job, Bella. The way you wet my fingers and your vibe, is just like sucking cock. When your ready, I'll even let you do that to me.”
“Maybe.” She answered absently as she positioned his fingers the exact way she wanted them before slowly opening her folds, pressing them against her opening, and burying them in her moist heat.
As three of his fingers were slowly eaten up by her hungry pussy, Seth's eyes nearly popped out of his head. I can't believe how hot that looks and feels!
Bella took his wrist firmly and started moving his hand like she would her vibe. “Oh, Seth, you can reach much deeper.”
He nodded. Experimentally, he curved the tips of his fingers back towards him, pressing against the upper wall of her sheath.
“Oh yeah! That's the spot? Press harder, Seth, harder!” She moaned deeply as his fingers found her mythical g-spot. Her pussy started weeping even more juices as she fucked her slit on his fingers.
“That's it Bella, use my fingers to make yourself come.”
“Faster.” She yanked on his wrist and moaned with relief when he did. She couldn't stop her next command. “Wiggle them inside me, Seth!” Pushing her hips against his hand, she waited for him to do as she asked. She cried out in extreme pleasure as he did. “Yes, Oh God, yes!” She held his hand against her tightly and her orgasm seemed to rise out of her toes.
Seth watched, knowing she was eminently close to coming all over his fingers. He could feel her tight vaginal muscles gripping his fingers, and saw her beautiful eyes snap shut, she was focused solely on her approaching orgasm. Wanting her to enjoy it more, he slid his thumb over her swollen clit while wiggling his fingers as she had demanded.
“Seth!” She screamed like a wild thing, possessed by pleasure. “Kiss me, damn it.” Her plea was followed by a groan and familiar quivering that signified her release was near.
Seth captured her mouth with his just as she bowed off the bed. His kiss muffled her scream. Tearing his mouth away hers, he watched as his best friend convulsed on his buried fingers. Groaning himself, he rubbed his now hard cock against her leg.
“YES!” She screamed as her clit exploded once more under his firmly rubbing thumb. One orgasm obviously wasn't enough to tame her pent-up desire for him, as another rolled through clamping pussy.
* * * *
Both Bella and Seth lay on the bed breathing hard as the world calmed and righted itself. Seth could still feel the warmth of her wet folds around his still fingers as he was still inside.
“Thanks, Seth, that was intense. I guess it's not a myth after all, and I would never have thought to try to find it without you.”
“No thank you, I thought I was going to go crazy if I didn't get some relief. You are beautiful when you orgasm.”

John Simpson/Murder Most Gay

2008-11-15T15:37:00.000-08:00

Dreamspinner Press

Dean moved and I felt his tongue on the nape of my neck and he slowly ran his tongue down my spinal column, not even stopping at the crack of my ass, but continuing into
the soft crevice between my ass cheeks.

When his tongue hit my hole I felt a shock go through my entire system and I literally banged my head into the headboard of the bed. I heard Dean moan as he used his
tongue, expertly eating out my ass, and dragging his tongue all the way
down the rest of the crack until he once again hit my balls with his
mouth. At that point I was spread eagle as far as I could; I wanted him
to have anything he wanted, and I wanted to be fucked by this man. He
was making me feel things that no other man had ever made me feel
before. As he returned to rimming me I heard the telltale sound of the
rubber package being opened, and the squirt sound of lube. I knew that
I was about to be impaled on his magnificent manhood and I was
determined to take it like a man.

My asshole was soaked with saliva from Dean’s mouth and then I felt a finger being inserted into my anus. I involuntarily shoved my ass toward it. The felt incredibly good and
only served to set me on fire.

Dean was adding lube to my anal canal and then I felt his hot
breath on my neck and at my ear as he whispered, “Are you ready to
take all of me, Pat?”

“Yes, please, fuck me; fuck me hard and long, Dean. I want
you deep inside of me,” I begged.

I felt the first contact with the head of his dick as he pushed
gently against my hole. I tried to remember all the things that I had
told guys that I had fucked in the past: just relax, breathe deeply, don’t
tense up, and enjoy it.

I felt the fat head of his dick pop past the tight muscle. At that
point, it was a matter of slowly sliding his massive cock up my ass,
allowing myself to adjust to the intruder that was in full penetrating
mode. I felt as if I was full as he slid all of his manhood into my ass
and even felt my prostate gland nudged. Finally I felt his bush against
my ass cheeks and his balls rested on top of my ass.

“Are you all right, Pat?” he asked.

“Yeah, Dean, for someone who has just had a light pole shoved
up his ass, I’m doing remarkably well.”

After I felt fully adjusted to Dean’s cock, he started the slow
rhythm of fucking and once I relaxed, I was totally captivated by the
dominance and the giving up of my most personal sexual gift to this
handsome man. He kept the tempo slow at first, making sure I was not
in pain, and then picked up the pace. I must admit, I could have
used more lube as there was some discomfort due to his size. As if he
was reading my mind, he pulled all the way out and I heard a sucking
sound when his dick left my ass.

“Turn over, Pat,” Dean commanded, and I did as I was told. I
saw him applying a liberal amount of lube to his massive cock and then
he threw my legs over his shoulders and slowly reinserted his cock into
my ass.

As he slid the entire shaft in, he looked into my eyes, and said,
“I want to watch your face and look into your eyes as I thoroughly fuck
you tonight,” he said with a heavy salty lust in his voice. My legs were
in the air and Dean started to fuck my ass in a very serious, intent
manner. I felt every thrust as he gained speed, pounding my ass for all
that it was worth. I found myself urging him on to “Fuck me harder,
fuck me like you mean it,” which told me I was in total heat. Dean had
no trouble complying with my order and now pounded my ass like a
piston engine, drawing out almost all of his ten inches and thrusting it
all back into my ass up to his pubes.

My cock bounced around fully erect as if it was a limb of a tree in a windstorm. I grabbed my cock but was afraid that if I stroked it some that I would cum and that would ruin
my ability to take the punishment Dean was handing out at the end of
his penis. Once again, he pulled out with the same sucking noise.

“Get on all fours, Pat, I’m going to fuck you like a dog,” he
ordered, his voice fully consumed by passion and raw sexuality.

I did as I was told and this time he inserted his dick into my ass without
wasting any time. Once again he quickly turned into a piston fucking
machine and my balls were slapping against my thighs from the
pounding of Dean’s cock. My ass was taking a pounding that it had
never experienced before and I wondered if I would in fact be able to
withstand a full fucking from this man. I could tell by his moans of
pure pleasure and the speed of his thrusts that he might be nearing an
end, and I could only hope that he was at that point. He had been
fucking me silly for over twenty minutes and my ass was wearing out,
but I held on. Finally, Dean shoved his cock in and out slowly but
forcibly three or four times and I heard him moan and literally yell out
my name as he came for what seemed like a full minute. Dean
collapsed in a heap upon my back, panting hard as if he had been
running a two-mile sprint.

Leigh Savage/Angel of Death

2008-11-15T15:33:00.000-08:00

Create Space

Mika lay in bed totally naked, waiting for Domonic to arrive home. She’d arranged candles around the bed so the soft light glowed on the bed. A bottle of champagne and chocolate strawberries laid on the nightstand beside the bed. She heard the soft thud of the doorand the footsteps that followed.
Domonic could see the soft light coming from the bedroom. Quietly he entered the room to find Mika lying before him. Instantly he was aroused at the mere sight of her. No other woman could ever do this to him. In the past he’d always gotten bored with woman fast. He didn’t quite know what made Mika so different but he couldn’t see himself getting bored with her. Slowly he took off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor as he walked closer to the bed.
“Did you miss me?” He asked huskily as he continued to remove his clothing.
“I think you know the answer to that.” She answered seductively as her hand trailed down over her breast, down to the core of her desire. Slowly her fingertips traced over her own need feeling the throbbing pulse of her desire.
Domonic was enthralled with watching her touch herself playfully.
“Do you like what you see?”
“I think you know the answer to that.” He answered licking his lips.
“Thirsty?” Mika asked seductively.
“Quite thirsty.” He replied.
“Have a drink.” She said softly. While she pointed towards the night stand.
Domonic looked at the champagne sitting on the night stand. He moved around to the stand and opened the bottle. Instead of pouring it in the glasses laid out he brought the bottle up over Mika and poured the clear bubbly liquid over Mika’s body. Then he placed the bottle back down. He kneeled down on the bed over Mika bringing his lips to Mika’s flesh, lapping at the tangy liquid trickling over her body. Mika moaned and writhed as his tongue lapped over her sensitive flesh.
Mika couldn’t believe the sensations he was sending through her body. She started to remove her fingers from her desire when Domonic pushed her hand back down making her fingers dip inside her. Gently he urged her to move her finger in and out of herself. Mika writhed in pleasure as his lips and her fingers seemed to work a magic of their own. Just when she’d thought it couldn’t get any better he slipped one of his own fingers deep inside her. Their fingers touching as they worked the eternal rhythm of her desire. At the new sensation she cried out in release. At the same time, Domonic nipped at her nipple, sending pain and pleasure pounding through body, sending her further over the edge. Mika laid there relaxed, eyes half closed when she felt Domonic’s own desire enter deep inside her, stroking her burning need into a new frenzy. They each thrust seeking their own
fulfillment as their bodies moved as one, until they both cried out in pure ecstasy.
Domonic kissed Mika’s throat softly as he rolled off her. He then pulled her in his embrace. So that her head lay on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around her. He laid another kiss on her forehead. “Mika.” He whispered softly. No answer came. He listened closely. All he could hear was her even breathing. He knew then that she’d fallen asleep.

K.C. Sehlhorst/Maggie's Angel

2008-11-15T15:27:00.000-08:00

E Red Sage

He climbed in the bed next to her. His fingers lightly brushed the scars in a knowing way. He had a few himself.
“Bullets,” her voice softly whispered.
It shocked him that she was awake and didn’t say anything when he crawled in with her. “I know.”
Her skin was soft. It felt great to touch someone again.
“You died.”
He wanted to chuckle or laugh at her obvious observation. “I’ve done that a few times.”
So many questions had to be running through her mind. The situation and the events that had placed her in his bed were outrageous and confusing. Still her blue eyes were clear and focused strangely on him.
Her eyes squinted together and she turned to look at him. “You threw me out a window.”
He smiled and couldn’t help as a little chuckle escaped. The only complaint she had was being thrown out of a window.
“Yes, I did.”
“You died.” She said again.
The corners of his mouth twisted upward again. “We covered this.”
Finally she smiled and her entire face lit up. “You look very spry for a dead man.”
He laughed. Of all the things she could’ve said that wasn’t what he was prepared for. “I am.”
The scars caught his eye again. His fingers felt around the rough bumpy edge then the pit in the center of the one just above the waist band of her jeans. Scars told you of a person. Their pain, their life, if you listened or looked close enough even their likes and dislikes. She wore hers like a badge of honor. They were more rough than smooth saying she hadn’t done anything to get rid of them or lessen them in some way.
Her hand traveled up the disfigured skin on his chest. She seemed content touching him the same knowing way he was her. Her fingers slid up over his neck and entwined in his hair. Their eyes met as she pulled him down to her. It was interesting the way people bonded. Some did it over wine and flowers, others over heated arguments about some issue that they’re passionate about. For them it was the scars.
Her lips were warm and full, an eternity of conclusions in one kiss. She slowly pulled on his body until it was over her like the blanket she had discarded. The tender caress of his back sent powerful waves through him. There was nothing she could’ve done to excite him more.
The one thing he did know was that she wasn’t anything he had expected. Her hands caressed his back not even hesitating at the rough scars. He never imagined a woman would be so accepting of the deformity. When she got to the ones on his lower back heated shivers ran through him making him visibly shudder under her touch. Careful of her busted shoulder his arm slid under her hips pushing her against him. Her back arched and her luscious breast pressed against his bare chest.
He liked the way she responded to him, as if she were ice and he was the sun. As he kissed her it was so soulful it felt like two souls touching. She opened to him and moaned as his tongue toyed with hers. She faintly tasted of cotton candy and cheap whiskey. Somewhere in the back of his mind he reminded himself to get this woman the good stuff later.
The kissing alone was a piece of heaven, but he wanted more. No he needed more, but wasn’t sure where to take the next step or even if it was ok. It had been such a long time that he wasn’t certain he remembered how. Part of him was overjoyed when she made the decision for him. Her smooth hands slid down his back into his jeans, nails digging lightly into his ass cheeks pushing him even harder against her. He could feel her heat even through the thick cloth as she pressed him against her. The fact that the desire between them was mutual made his dick so hard that the material of the jeans hurt.
With her hair spilled around her she looked like an angel. Her face was radiant as it filled with the ecstasy of just his touch. Even her body seemed to glow. He left a little delicate kiss on her lips then down her neck. Her body did a slow jerk as he left a lingering kiss on the scar on her shoulder.
If she could purr she would’ve been doing it just from that. His lips trailed down between her breast and his body slid down hers. He seemed to find every scar she had and kissed every one as if in some way he was showing acceptance of them. Her skin tingled when his fingers brushed down her sides following him till they found the snap to her jeans.
Maggie moaned as she tried to stay still, but with every kiss of his full lips her body rose to meet him. Never in her life had a man treated her so gently. It aggravated and thrilled her at the same time. When he got her jeans undone she raised her hips so that he could slide them off. He took her underwear with the jeans tossing them somewhere that she didn’t see. A silly little grin of approval showed on his face when she slid her bra off and flung it to the side. He continued with his gentle way as he crawled back up her.
She could feel herself getting wetter by the second. His mouth sent the butterflies in her stomach to her throat at the same time his mustache and goatee tickled her skin. He seemed to notice and rubbed his chin against her belly button again. The smile grew as he lightly tickled her. Being tickled never felt so much like a caress. She wanted to chuckle and moan in pleasure at the same time.

Toni Sweeney/Sinbad's Last Voyage

2008-11-15T15:16:00.000-08:00

Double Dragon Publications

In a flare of lightning, Andi stood in the cave entrance, wringing the water out of her hair.
"That was a stupid thing to do. Now, I'm soaked." She walked past him to the firestones. She was at the fire pulling off her boots. "I'd better get out of these wet clothes before I catch pneumonia."
"Andi, don't--" he began, only to have her interrupt in a teasing tone.
"Don't worry, Sin, I won't sit here naked and tempt you." She began to unbutton her shirt. "Would you hand me a blanket?"
He picked it up and wrapped it around her.
She caught the ends of the blanket, and held it in place with one hand, wriggling out of shirt and jeans. Hanging them on a protruding ledge of rock near the heat-stones, she said, "They should be dry by morning."
Sin turned away, afraid she'd see the hunger on his face. She touched his shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?
"Am I okay?" he growled. "We're in the middle of a monsoon with enemy soldiers hunting us, and you want to know if I'm okay?"
She sat down, making certain the blanket was tucked in. "Yes, I do."
Taking a deep breath, Sin looked away. He couldn't be near her now, not when he wanted to wrap his hands in that wet, golden hair and crush it against his face, open his mouth and feel her sweet flesh against his tongue. He took two steps toward the cave mouth, only to whirl around.
"Yes! There's something wrong--very wrong."
"What?" She looked at the cave entrance, clutching the blanket. "The soldiers?"
"No. It-it's you and me." He couldn't look at her, and say it but as he turned his back, the words burst out, "I want you, Andi." She didn't say anything—shocked dumb, he supposed—and he went on, as if he couldn't say it fast enough, "I know you don't like me. I know you love your husband, but I can't help it!"
Two steps brought him back to her. Kneeling, he caught her by the shoulders, voice dropping to a whisper.
"I've never forced a female, but before God, I don't know how much longer I can stand this." His grip tightened—surely he was hurting her—but Andi just sat there staring at him. He imagined he saw disgust in her eyes. "Damn it!" He gave her a little shake. "Say something!"
"I love you, Sin."
"No. Don't say that!" He shook her again, sending the wet hair swinging. It struck his arms, stinging like the flick of a whip. "I won't want lies. I want relief."
"No--" her voice was soft. "--you want love."
She kissed him.
Almost viciously, he put his arms around her, falling against her onto the sleeping bag. Then, he was kissing her hungrily—cheeks, throat, chin—as if he feared she might comes to her senses and push him away. His long incisors grazed her underlip, his tongue brushed against hers.
One hand pulled the blanket away, sliding to her breasts. He nuzzled them, mouth seeking the pale softness, bruising delicate nipples with the roughness of his tongue, forcing a moan of pleasure from her, while Andi's hands caressed his shoulders, gently stroking the half-healed cuts.
An explosion of lightning seared the cave entrance. Thunder rolled through the ravine and the hillside shook. Suddenly, he released her and stood up, clawing at the white shirt, shredding the soft silk, tearing the black leathers as he pulled off both garments and tossed them aside. The firelight shone on his body, highlighting the tawny fur covering his chest, shadowing where it tapered to a thin line down his belly to spread at his groin.
Outside the storm crackled and grew. In its glare, Sinbad became a frightening creature, threatening and monstrous, and Andi—in what she knew must be total madness—wanted him more than she could bear.
He won't hurt me. Sin will never hurt me.
Claws unsheathed, he brushing his fingers down her midriff, stroking her belly, the deadly talons grazing the tender skin, mouth following, tongue fondling, planting kisses on the soft flesh, caressing the insides of the pale thighs. Suddenly, she was pushing him away, forcing him to lie back against the blanket while she leaned forward to nuzzle his face, planting a kiss below his ear.
There was a soft growl, so muted it surprised her and it came again and again as she kissed his chest, pressing her face against his fur. His skin smelled sweat-damp, the sweetness of the apple-scent clinging to it. She touched her tongue to the little red star and felt him tremble.
In a frenzy of entwining legs and searching mouths, he put his arms around her, rolling her onto the blanket, the deadly claws disappearing as he kissed her again to still the incoherent thoughts that were colliding in his mind. Lost in his passion, losing what little hold he had on his actions, he was ready, aroused manhood pressed between her belly, his own rut-scent mingling with hers. Andi's soft writhing body fueled his excitement.
Abruptly, he pushed away from her, hands on her shoulders, staring at her with eyes dilated to green-rimmed pits.
"Tell me now if you don't want me. In a few minutes, it'll be too late."
"Damn you, Sin!" Her cry was exasperation and longing. "You know I do!"
She reached up and caught the heavy braid, pulling him against her. He didn't try to think, didn't want to. She was willing, that was all that mattered.
With a growl that echoed off the cave ceiling, Sin took her.
She was his now, this wonderful female, opening to him, accepting him, their union complete. In the darkness, they moved together, wordlessly, totally one, until with a roar that broke deep in his throat, the release he had been wanting—and dreading—came.

Patti Shenberger/The Captain's Wench

2008-11-15T15:11:00.000-08:00

Devine Destinies

She tasted sweet, like the strawberries she had consumed for her dessert. He wanted more, he needed more.
Tugging her t-shirt over her head, Alex let his gaze wander over her flesh. She was beautiful. The thoughts that filled his mind did nothing to compare with the woman before him. He brushed his fingers over the lace at her shoulder, nudging the strap down her arm, and then moved to do the same with the other strap.
Meg reached up and popped the clasp at the front of her bra, letting the sides fall apart. Alex quickly divested her of the undergarment. “You are beautiful, just as I knew you would be.”
She smiled shyly. “Thank you.”
He inclined his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “You are very welcome, Miss Meg.”
She wound her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, as Alex fought for control. The sight of her bare flesh was playing havoc with his self control. Her sighs made him harder than he had ever been and he wanted the night to go no forever, not dissolve within the first few minutes. Pushing her back against the covers, he lowered his mouth to her breast. Laving the nipple, Alex swirled his tongue around the tight bud, suckling, and then nipping at it until Meg squirmed against him. “Alex, please.”
He had heard these words before from her and knew she desired him. Encouraged by her please, he lifted his head and focused on the other breast. Trailing his tongue across her sensitized skin, he suckled at the moist nipple, drawing it in his mouth.
“Yes, more please more.” Her hands were now on his back, tugging at his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it to the floor. “I want to feel you,” she whispered softly.
“Anything you wish, my love. You have only to ask.”
Meg stilled and looked up at him. “I want you to make love to me. Now Alex.”
His self control snapped at that moment. Her words shook his very soul. He knew he would do anything for her. Anything within his power. Reaching for the snaps on her trouser, Alex lowered the zipper and slid them from her legs; along with the scrap of lace she called a thong, baring her to his view. Then he ran his fingers across her leg, starting at her toes and working his way up across her knee, to her thighs, then between her legs to dip into her sex. She was wet, so very wet and Alex fought down the urge to take her right then and there.
No, he vowed to make this last. To make this an experience neither of them would forget for the rest of their lives.
Gently, he tugged her legs apart, and then knelt before her. Lowering himself to rest between her knees, he parted her with one finger, and then slid his tongue across her wetness. Slowly at first, then faster until she was crying out beneath him, her hands clutching at the bedcovers. Easing his finger inside, he felt her body clench. He pressed his mouth to her sex, teasing and swirling his tongue, then sucked gently.
Her thighs clasped his head as she cried out “Yes, yes.” He felt her release as clearly as if it were his own. He continued suckling her until the feel of her hands tugging at him drew him upward.
“That was wonderful.” She smiled at him and Alex felt a piece of his heart break.
She fumbled with the waistband of his pants, pushing at them until they too rested on the floor beside his shirt and her jeans. Her gaze raked over him and she gasped.
He chuckled. “Do I meet with your approval, Miss Meg?
She blushed. “Oh yes, most definitely. Now it’s my turn.”

Pushing him to his back, Meg straddled his thighs, her naked butt pressed against his skin. She ran her hands over his flesh, raking her nails across his nipples, then following it with her lips. She suckled his nipples, while her hands continued to torment his skin. The hard planes of his body turned her on more than she ever would have dreamt. Reaching between them, she cupped his balls, giving them a light squeeze. Beneath her Alex groaned.
“Meg.”
She lifted her head. “Yes Alex.”
“As wonderful as that feels, I fear if it continues I will be forced to spill my seed in your hand.”
“Hmm, don’t want that to happen now, do we?” She caressed him again, this time cradling his cock within her hand, sliding it up and down, loving the velvety feel.
“Meg.” He growled.
“Fair is fair Alex.”
Sliding herself backward she knelt between his knees and took his hard cock in both hands. Meg then lowered her head and swirled her tongue across the rigid flesh. He tasted hot, and she wanted more. Opening her mouth, she slid her lips over the tip off him. His groans urged her on. His fingers were now buried in her hair, pressing her closer to his body. She sucked him, her own body responding in mind. She grew wetter and knew she couldn’t wait much longer.
She smiled up at him, and then shifted, slowly settling her weight across his thighs. “Make love to me Alex. Now.”
Slowly, she impaled herself on his cock. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back as she took him in. Riding him, feeling the sensations race through her body as she neared her climax.
Alex grasped her hips, lifting her and then bringing her down on his cock over and over. The wave built and Meg clenched her thighs. “Touch me Alex. Now, touch me now.”
He complied, sliding his finger into her wetness, stroking her, mimicking the motions his cock was making deep within her body. Meg felt her world spin out of control as she cried aloud.

Marty Rayne/Testing Passion

2008-11-15T15:06:00.000-08:00

Phaze Publishing

Excerpt from Testing Passion by Marty Rayne
“You all right?” Damien asked leaning over Janet. Her eyes slowly opened and her lips curved into a soft smile.
“More than all right.”
“We aren’t done yet.” He smiled wickedly at her, his mind rushing with all sorts of scenarios. To have to decide on just one was a cruel pleasure. “I want you, Janet. I’ve got to have you now.” His mouth suddenly felt dry. Pulse raced. His emotions were spiking just watching her like this. The sight she made was incredibly erotic.
Janet didn’t verbally respond. Only licked her lips as a fire reignited in her eyes and nodded. That was his go-ahead. Damien stood and held out his hand to her.
“I want you on your hands and knees on the bed again.” He helped her up and over to the other side of the room. His knees were shaking from his yearning and needful cock. He could only imagine what her body was going through.
Snatching a glow-in-the-dark condom from the bedside table, he quickly slipped it on and positioned himself between her legs.
“Beautiful.” His hands lightly caressed her ass cheeks. The feel was silky and enticing. Damien played with the speed to the butt plug still buried within her body and took great enjoyment in the way she wiggled her ass and moaned. She was wet. He could see the moisture gathered around her folds and the opening of her pussy when she lifted her ass higher.
“Close your eyes, Janet.” He spoke softly. “Concentrate on the feel of the toy. How it is stretching you. How it feels when you move around. Remember your reaction to each change of speed.”
He couldn’t see her face from his position, but Damien was sure that she was doing as he instructed. Her breathing grew to become pants and her hips seem to take on a sensual rhythm. He growled and thrust his pelvis, lodging his cock into her pussy with one swift movement. Her slick wetness eased the progress, but she jerked at the motion and gasped.
Damien bit his bottom lip to keep from coming right then as the vibrating toy and the warmth of her body sent delightful jolts of pleasure up his spine. A deep rumble resonated from his throat. He’d never felt such bliss being with a woman as he had the past twenty-four hours. Damien denied the thoughts of losing her companionship, instead focusing on pleasuring her until she’d never forget him.
“Feel good?” Managed to get past through his clenched teeth. He wasn’t sure how long he could actually last at this rate. Quickly, he grabbed the remote to the plug and lowered the power.
Janet grunted, her hair bobbed around her head as she agreed, and lowered the top her body so that she rested on her elbows.
Understanding and taking cue from her actions, Damien pulled out until just his tip was inside before thrusting roughly in. She made a sound that was a cross between a yelp and mewl. Erotic, causing his cock to pulsate.
He did it again, twice more before he pulled her up by the shoulders until her back pressed to his chest. She tightened involuntarily around him.
“Fuck.”
“Yes. Please,” she whimpered. Her fingers were on his hips, nails biting into his flesh.
Knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, Damien began pumping in and out of her. Fucking her. Gone was the gentleness as wild, raw need took over. Janet crooned, a song of arousing noises as she came once…twice…three times.
Damien himself fell over the edge of orgasm, crying out her name as he shuddered.
Heaven. This was pure paradise. Nothing could be sweeter as they lay together, his arms wrapped tight around her, cock flaccid and sated. Damien turned off the vibrator in the toy and kissed her neck as silence settled over them.
“You should write a book.” Janet broke the stillness several moments later.
“Really? About what?” He nibbled on the area connecting her neck and shoulder.
“Fifty ways to bring pleasure using a butt plug.”
Damien chuckled. “That was only two ways. I don’t think I’m that creative.”
Janet turned in his arms. “Remember how I said that I test a toy more than once?”
His left eyebrow rose. “Yeah.”
Her lips curved into a smile, the tilt spoke of mischief. “I’m sure we can find enough ways to fill a book.”
He rolled onto his back, right arm flung over his eyes. “You are really going to be the death of me.”
“Oh, but what a way to go.” She licked at his nipple, it extended for her touch.
She was correct. There could be no better way to leave this life than in her arms. If only he had the way to make it so.

Tonya Ramagos/Twin Games

2008-11-15T15:00:00.000-08:00

Siren Publishing

Angelina knew how big Jason was. The cock inside her now, Jackson's cock, was large, thick and almost impossibly long. Though she hadn't broken out a tape measure, she knew Jason was even longer. Not quite as thick, but still too damn thick for her anus.
Jackson finally broke the suction he had on her mouth, pulling her head back with the grip he still had on her hair. She gasped, sucked in air, but before she could speak, Jason's finger slipped deeper into her anus. My God! The sensations that rocketed through her were both pleasure and pain. But it was an erotic sort of pain, an arousing pain that made her body burn and beg for more. Could she take more?
"You have such a beautiful ass," Jason whispered as his finger wiggled a little inside her, eased out a mere inch only to slither its way in again. "I really want to do more than play here, baby. Can I please do more than play?"
Her gaze locked with Jackson's. His grip on her hip loosened. The hand in her hair released and skimmed down her back to her waist. She could move now, but she was suddenly too afraid.
"Have you ever been touched here, baby?"
The mattress shifted behind her as Jason moved to straddle Jackson's legs. Then Jason's finger retreated once more only to be replaced by something much larger. The tip of his cock rubbed at the rim of her anus, and her body went rigid with fear.
"Jason!" His name burst from her lips, a cry of panic and surprise.
"It's okay, baby. I won't do it if you don't want me to. All you have to do is say no." To prove it to her, he didn't attempt to enter her. He simply continued to rub the tip of his cock over that sensitized hole, waiting for an answer.
Angelina knew he wouldn't do it. If she said no, he would back off and he wouldn't be angry or hurt. He would respect her wishes and find a different way for the three of them to pleasure one another. But she couldn't bring herself to say the word, couldn't make her lips form the word no. Was it possible she was going to let him do this?
Jackson correctly read the mixture of fear and indecision in her eyes. "You'll love it," he told her in a voice of utter certainty. "But he won't do it if you tell him not to."
"But you're still inside me." And wasn't that something she hadn't thought about until the words were out of her mouth? Yet, he was. Jackson's dick remained buried inside her vagina, and Jason wanted to put his cock in her ass! She'd heard about double penetration, read about it in books, even saw it in porn flicks. Okay, so that last was simply acting. She doubted those actors were really doing the full penetration thing for a television camera. Still, she knew it was possible but could her body take it?
Jackson simply smiled. Yes, he was still inside her and he obviously intended to remain there too.
"It's your call." Behind her, Jason caressed her back with a gentle palm, patiently waiting for her answer.
"Slow," she heard herself say and watched as a small part of her step to the side and raised her brows at that answer. "Take it slow."
"Oh, now she wants it slow." Jackson laughed.
Jason did take it slow, telling her to relax as he moved their bodies when necessary to make his dick fit inside her with Jackson's dick still in her vagina. It wasn't easy to relax when two large objects invaded her most intimate spots at once, but somehow she managed and she was glad for it. The spears of razor-sharp intensity that slashed through her body at the invasions made her mindless, drove her to the brink of orgasmic overload and beyond. Dear God! Was it possible to die from pleasure?
"Are you okay, baby?" Jackson asked. He was watching her, searching her face for any signs that they might be hurting her, that she wanted them to stop.
"Yes." She hissed the word and only then realized that it was true. She was okay. She was wonderful, fantastic, incredible! "It…feels…so…"
"Hold still, sweetheart. Let us do the work," Jason told her and began to move. He pushed his cock farther inside her anus, and her body fell down onto Jackson's dick, pushing him farther inside her pussy. The sensation of having them both inside her, filling her more than she could have ever imagined possible, was too much. They began to fuck her, Jason setting the pace with his thrusts into her ass, Jackson following with his pounding in her pussy.
Somehow during all the thrusting one of them, she couldn't tell which one and frankly no longer cared, managed to find her clit with the pad of his thumb and began a pressured massage. And she couldn't take it anymore. She exploded. There was no other word for it. She screamed, a sound of mind-blowing pleasure that left her body tingling, convulsing all over, heedless of any order she may have given it. She couldn't move a single muscle on her own. She was paralyzed.
Seconds later she heard Jackson's grunted release at nearly the same time that she felt Jason's thrusts slow into her anus as he reached his own climax. She fell on top of Jackson, the quick movement effectively dislodging Jason's dick from her ass. Jason fell too, breathless and exhausted on the bed beside her and Jackson. Minutes, hell, maybe even hours, passed before any of them attempted to move.
Jason's hand idly caressed her shoulder as Jackson's arms wrapped around her lower back. Her head lay on Jackson's chest facing Jason, and she slowly opened her eyes to find him staring at her, grinning from ear to ear. Damn him. She laughed.

Donna Marie Rogers/There's Only Been You

2008-11-15T14:48:00.000-08:00

The Wild Rose Press

Mike rolled backwards and sat up, pulling her with him. He lifted her and grasped the hem of her dress with both hands. Meeting his gaze, she lifted her arms. In one fluid motion, he pulled the dress up and over her head.
Sara had been feeling extremely self-confident up until now. But straddling his lap, completely naked, she suddenly felt vulnerable and unsure. It’d been so long since they’d made love—since he’d seen her body. She was eight years older, had given birth to their son. Would he still find her as attractive as he used to?
“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said, as if reading her mind. He reached up and cupped the back of her head, caressing her cheek with his thumb while his other hand massaged the gentle curve of her back. “I’ve never wanted a woman more.”
Sara closed her eyes and turned her face into his caress. “Mike,” she whispered, silently cursing the tears that threatened to spill. He would, of course, think something was wrong, when in fact nothing had ever felt more right. She loved this man. Always had—no doubt always would. “I want you, too. Please, I can’t wait another second.”
Mike took her mouth in a near savage kiss and once again turned her onto her back. He peeled off his sweats and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, tossing them onto the floor.
As their lips and tongues mated, she worked her hand between them, curled her fingers around his erection and squeezed gently.
Mike rocked back. “Slow down, honey, or I’ll never make it inside you.”
Sara smiled, loving the feel of power that gave her. She ensnared him in her grasp again, moving her hand slowly, as he’d asked, stroking him up, circling the head with the pad of her thumb.
“Christ,” he muttered, gathering both her wrists in one hand and pulling them up over her head. With his other hand, he traced a fiery path down her stomach, through the triangle of soft red curls. His middle finger sought and found her clitoris—which was already wet and swollen—and stroked softly. He leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
She cried out, her back arching.
“Calm down, honey. Relax,” he whispered.
“I want you inside me, Mike. Now. Please.”
He slowly worked his finger into her slick passage. She cried out again, convulsing around him, her hips moving in desperate rhythm.
“My God, sweetheart, I didn’t know you were so close,” he rasped against her neck. He withdrew his finger, positioned himself over her and slid inside. The contractions of her orgasm were enough to put Mike right over the edge. He pumped himself into her several times before joining her on the other side, his shout of satisfaction muffled against her throat.
The rhythmic cadence of their hips slowed and then stopped. Mike lay on top of her, his breathing heavy and ragged.
Sara’s eyes were closed, her arms clutched around his rib cage, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. She was breathing just as heavily as Mike. Unclenching her hands, she realized she’d left marks. Her fingertips smoothed over the indentations her nails had left, and a mewl of distress escaped her.
“Don’t worry, they’ll go away,” he said against her throat.
“I’m sorry. Does it hurt?” She tried to soothe the pain away with her fingertips.
“Not even a little bit.”
“Good.”
He lifted his head and gazed down at her. She smiled and pulled her knees up so that he was cradled between her thighs.
Mike immediately grew hard again inside her.
Satisfied, Sara pulled his head down for a kiss as her hips lifted against him, urging him to move.
Mike broke his mouth away to gaze down at her.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“I want you to admit you love me, Sara. I want to hear the words.”
Half amused, half frustrated she said, “Isn’t it usually the woman asking for declarations of love after sex?”
“Is that all it was to you? Sex?”
“Okay, now you’re starting to worry me. What’s the matter with you? I thought things were going,” she gestured to the fact they were in bed together, “pretty good between us.”
He sighed and rested his forehead against hers. “They are. I’ve never been happier. My son is safe and sound in the other room. And his mother, the woman I love, is lying naked beneath me.”
She reached up with both hands to cup the back of his head as her calves wrapped around the backs of his thighs. Then she pulled his head down and kissed him soundly.
With his elbows braced on either side of her, Mike started moving his hips, slowly stroking in and out. Sara’s moved her hips in rhythm with his and dug her heels into his backside.
Mike tore his mouth from hers and leaned back, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Sara’s hands were all over him, clutching at his back, his arms, his ass. She could feel the tension building and the sweet relief of another orgasm within her grasp.
“Mike, oh my God, Mike...” With a soft cry, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. I love you. I love you so much.
Sara bit gently into his neck and it was like a white-hot flame on dry kindling. His thrusts became frenzied. He covered her mouth with his own to swallow their cries of release as he pumped his seed into her.
Once the tremors subsided and their breathing returned to normal, Sara snuggled against him—safe and warm within the circle of his arms—and promptly fell asleep.

Marie Rochelle/Dangerous Bet: Troy's Revenge

2008-11-15T14:43:00.000-08:00

Red Rose Publishing

“Please don’t do this to me. I can’t take it.”
“Do what?” he asked trailing his fingers all over the exposed skin beneath his. He would never grow tired of learning the shape of his woman’s body.
“Make me want you as much as I do. It isn’t fair,” Headley moaned scratching his back with her short nails.
The pain felt wonderful on Troy’s skin and drove him to make Headley his for the rest of their lives. If this was the only chance they got to make love, then he wanted it to be imprinted on her mind forever. Lifting Headley up, he completely stripped her out of the dress and tossed it over his shoulder near the pool. He didn’t care where it landed because she wouldn’t need it for a while.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he uttered running his palms over Headley’s breasts. Her nipples were so hard that they felt like hard pebbles to his palms. “I’m going to love making love to you for the rest of the day.”
Trailing his fingers down the sides of Headley’s firm breasts, Troy covered the top and nipples with tiny kisses. The low moan from Headley’s mouth pushed him to draw it further into his mouth with a slower sucking motion. He gently eased her back down on the cushioned seat
His hand traced a path from Headley’s abdomen, down her legs until he could push her silky thighs apart. He settled between them and almost lost control as the tip of his cock brushed against her warm, wet entrance.
“Oh,” Headley closed her eyes and purred in the back of her throat. “You feel so good. God, I want more.”
“No,” he replied. “I’m not giving in to you until I’m good and ready. I’ve waited too damn long for this. I want you just as hungry as I am.”
Headley’s eyes snapped opened and she stared at him. “You’re going to make me beg for sex?”
“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t do anything of the sort,” he smiled. “I’m just going to have you so hot that the only thing that can put out your fire is my cock in your tight little body.”
Troy’s mouth captured Headley’s before she could say a word. He slid his tongue into her mouth in pure masculine possession. He wasn’t going to let her forget who she was with. No other man was going to stay in Headley’s mind after today. Cupping her firm ass in his hands, he pulled her closer to his body as the tip of his erection slid into her. Her body sucked at him like she had been without a man for years.
A tiny tremor went through his body as soft hands threaded into his hair. Then Headley arched her body, giving him the silent signal that she wanted him to continue with what he was doing.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed against her moist mouth. “I knew you would feel like this in my arms.” He tugged her bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled. Under him, Headley wigged her butt in his hands.
Capturing her chin in his hands, he made her look at him. “Do you want more? Do you want to feel me deep inside of you?”
“You already know the answer to that,” she whispered, softly.
“Tell me what you want. I don’t want to make any mistakes about this. No regrets when this is over.” Hell, he wasn’t about to let her go after this. Headley was definitely going to marry him after this. Another man wouldn’t ever see her like this and if one tried, he would kill him.
Passion coursed through his body. After all of these years, he was finally getting to live out his dream. Unless Headley had a change of mind because no matter how crazy he was in learning what made her stunning body click, he would stop if she told me to.
“Tell me,” he uttered brushing his cock against her.
A pink tongue came out and moistened Headley’s lips. “Tell you what,” she moaned.
“Don’t play with me. My patience is barely there as it is. Tell me now.”
“You… I want…no, need you.”
“Doll, I thought you would never ask,” Troy growled as he quickly repositioned his body so that his mouth replaced his cock.
Headley jerked at the feel of Troy’s tongue licking the juices from her body. “OMIGOD,” she screamed trying to squirm away from his seeking lips. “You’ve got to stop. I can’t take it.”
Ignoring her protests, he spread Headley’s thighs further apart and kept licking at the cream pouring from her body. He couldn’t get enough of her. She tasted sweeter than honey and better than the richest chocolate in the world. He wasn’t about to stop until he got his full.
All Troy could think about was making Headley’s body love him as much as he wanted her heart to. He might have to win her body over first, but he didn’t give a damn. In the end, Headley would be his for the rest of their lives and she wasn’t going to be able to fight him anymore.
Keeping her thighs where he wanted them, Troy ate at Headley like a prisoner being served his last meal. He didn’t flinch when she grabbed a handful of his hair and pressed him even closer to her wet entrance. In fact, it pushed him to lick and suck even harder.
“Troy! God, don’t Stop!” Her orgasms filled his mouth and he didn’t stop until every last delicious drop was gone from her thrashing body.
“Oh, baby….you taste so fucking good,” he moaned licking the side of Headley’s legs before kissing his way back up her body. “I can’t wait until I’m inside of you.”

Luxie Ryder/For One Night Only

2008-11-15T14:37:00.000-08:00

Siren Publishing

‘Ignore it,’ Bethany panted some hours later, frustrated by the ringing phone. She had pounced on his body as soon as he’d got back, and had no intention of sharing him with anyone for the next hour or so.
Ruben seemed to comply, his continued thrusting showing he had no intention of disobeying her. Her hands on his ass urged him deeper, giving him no choice. Hooking a leg over his calf possessively, she groaned in satisfaction, as his attention returned to her approaching climax.
‘Shit! I must answer it Beth. It could be important,’ Ruben apologized as the insistent ringing began to irritate and distract him. Rising up on his elbow, he grabbed for the receiver. ‘This better be good,’ he growled into the phone.
Bethany groaned. Was it too much to ask for some privacy? This was their first night in a proper bed for days and his staff knew how much he relished his free time. Byron’s voice barely reached her ears down the phone line. She heard him say he had rung to notify Ruben of last minute changes to the schedule and then began to run through them in a dull monotone.
Realizing it was nothing important, Ruben turned his attention back to her and grinned as he saw her biting her lip to avoid making any noise. Her hands drifted along his torso and she sat to lick at a nipple with a playful gleam in her eye. Reclining sinuously, she rolled her hips as she beckoned him back to her with a crooked finger. His barely suppressed gasp caused her to smile.
‘Will that be all?’ Ruben asked through gritted teeth. Byron voice droned on again.
Cupping the mouthpiece in his hand, Ruben kept the phone to his ear and gave her a hard thrust. Bethany’s eyes flew open and she stuffed a fist into her mouth to muffle her yelp. Again she rose. The arm supporting his weight shook uncontrollably as she slipped her tongue into his ear.
‘Ruben—are you still there,’ came the voice, loud enough for Bethany to hear.
‘Uh huh,’ He couldn’t speak. Bethany had shifted her weight up onto her elbows, grinding her pelvis against him. He threw his head back and she watched as the smooth column of his neck convulsed with his ragged panting. Trying to make her behave, he placed his weight on her, pinning her back down to the bed. Turning it to her advantage, he was again within easy reach and she wasted no time, reaching around him to push insistently at his butt, urging him into her again and again. Her teeth grasped his shoulder, as she tried to suppress the unmistakable sounds of a woman about to come.
‘Later,’ was all he managed to grunt into the receiver before slamming the phone in the general direction of the cradle. It slipped unheeded to the floor. Both hands now on her hips, he pulled her hard against him, thrusting rapidly. Ripping her mouth from his skin, she threw her head back and groaned loudly as her insides undulated around him. He rocked into her blindly a few more times before coming himself, very hard and very loud.
Lying at her side, spent and panting afterward, Ruben suddenly went quiet. Sitting up, he cocked his head, as if trying to hear something. Nudging her hard, he pointed wordlessly to the handset of the phone lying on the floor.
‘Hello? HELLO?’ it said in a tinny voice. ‘Are you there? Can you hear me?’
Bethany’s eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth in mock horror as she began to laugh. Hitting her with a pillow, Ruben scooted to edge of the bed, retrieving the phone.
‘Byron? You still there?’ He stifled a snort. ‘Sorry about that. It was the TV. I must have sat on the remote,’ he lied. Bethany convulsed into a fit of the giggles as he tried to finish the call. Laughing out loud, he had to turn his back on her.

Giselle Renarde/Tangled Roots

2008-11-15T14:30:00.000-08:00

EXcessica

“I love you, Moses,” she said in disbelief. “I love you.”
Kissing her forehead, Moses replied. “Maybe you do. And maybe you’re looking for something beautiful to counterbalance your pain. Either way, Simone, you are loved. You are worthy of love. I guarantee it.”
The tears she cried turned from tortured to awed, like when she used to cry in church, never knowing why. Running her hands across the prickly hair of his head, Simone pulled Moses in to take comfort in the warmth of his mouth. His tongue still tasted of black liquorice and of her. She kissed him hungrily, desperately, like she could consume his spiritual knowledge this way.
Simone expected him to push her away, ask her to stop, thinking she was too emotional. He didn’t. No, Moses kissed her back, wrapping her body in his tremendous arms, leaning her down until her hair touched the pine needles. Hungry for love in any form, in all its forms, Simone pulled off her clinging top. No more weeping. Her awe was silent now, and she wiped the traces of tears from her cheeks. Firelight kissed Moses’ skin, making him look like an angel in hell, while it warmed her naked breasts.
“I’m sure,” she whispered in anticipation of the question he seemed about to ask.
Her eager nipples piqued in expectation, pointing up to the greener-than-green treetops. An errant raindrop found its way through the cover overhead, bursting against her chest. The bristle of Moses’ hair excited Simone’s skin as he followed the rain down her breasts. There he worshipped, taking the luscious orbs in his hands as he pressed his beautiful face into them.
His soft mouth against her nipples sent a message, like an electrical current through her body. The feel of his wet tongue on her breasts ignited her pussy. With every nerve-ending Moses touched, new feelings of beauty awakened in her. He wrapped her in his protective arms, sucking at her breasts. The dew of his mouth on her skin made her body bloom like a patch of white trillium flowers. In her mind, she could see pure white petals bursting through every precious green bud in the forest. The sun and rain together inspired new birth. As Moses planted loving kisses across her chest, a drop of crystal rain kissed her forehead. It flowed like holy water through her hair, cleansing her guilty conscience. Simone’s eyes opened wide. She was awakened.
“Grab the travel kit?” Simone requested.
Moses threw her an odd glance as he reached out for it. When he saw what she’d packed, he chuckled and clicked his teeth like she was a naughty puppy. “You planned this,” he accused, pulling a condom from the container.
Still awed at the experience, Simone replied, “I only planned to have sex with you, not to feel this miraculous. Do you know how I feel with you, Moses? Like my body has roots in the earth beneath me and I’m reaching up to the sky with both hands. My heart is expanding.”
The embracing expression on Moses’ face was too much to bear. “I can’t believe I just said all that.” She shook her head, running her hands along his expansive shoulders. “It sounds so silly.”
Moses said nothing, gazing beyond her eyes and deep inside her spirit.
More grounded than she’d felt in years, Simone pulled his bathing suit down with her toes. Deep in her throat, she giggled. “Get these off!” Heart racing, she sensed that old wolfishness rising as Moses pinched the top of the condom, sliding it down his thick shaft. God, there was nothing more appealing than a strong male grasping his erect penis, getting ready to slip that sheathed meat inside her.
“I don’t usually never let the guy be on top,” Simone admitted. “I’m always in the power position.”
Moses nodded, rubbing his shaft reflectively.
“We can compromise, then,” he offered, setting a warm hand on her hip. Sympathetic to his desire, Simone rolled onto her side, facing the hot flames. He sank in behind her, the strength of his chest supporting her back. The earthy, rocky scent of his flesh was so delicious she could almost taste it. Steady as clockwork, hard as his rock art, he infiltrated her happy pussy. Hips rocking against her ass, he kissed her neck with the tenderness of a teddy bear.
The big hands holding her steady strayed upwards, meeting her breasts with welcome familiarity. Tracing his thumb across one nipple, he squeezed the other until Simone couldn’t keep herself from thrusting back against him. Oh, that hot friction! It was everywhere. His cock was stroking every cell of her cunt, and they were all screaming for more. But all the teasing and squeezing against her nipples was making her clit oh-so needy.
Like a psychic, Moses released one nipple, still moulding and sculpting the other breast. Down her stomach his hand travelled, down through the prairie of her pubic hair, until reaching its destination. Her clit stood at attention, laden with nectar, as he stroked it. Slow and steady, slow and steady. Each pass made her pelvis hop and her pussy clamp down on the big cock inside it. But slow and steady only works to get things warmed up, and warm-ups were done.
Grasping at his cock like thousands of screaming fans, her pussy muscles tightened and clenched as Simone threw her ass back against beautiful Moses. “Fuck me hard!”
Moses thrust at double speed, squeezing her entire mound in his hand as he ploughed into its slit. He kissed her neck. He bit her shoulder. Simone grasped handfuls of pine needles, releasing the earthy scent of the soil underneath, as every muscle in her body tensed. Tense, tense, tense, then… Ah! Release. Pure pleasure. All that tension, just gone in a swirling mass. Gone, and nothing but perfect peace remained as Moses held her, breathing hard against her back.

Lillith Payne/The Viking Savior

2008-11-15T14:25:00.000-08:00

Cobblestone Press

For long quiet moments they watched the rest of the party ride away, disappearing into the distance. The fact they were alone in the forest wouldn’t remain private, but Esme didn’t care what the gossips said.
When they were finally gone from sight they both moved back under the tree. Esme leaned against it, and Ulrich rested his head in her lap. She sifted her fingers through Ulrich’s blond hair, marveling at how much the texture reminded her of Eric.
“He’s a fine boy, Esme. He has fear but within limits. I’m glad you didn’t coddle him.”
“How could I?” she asked with a smile. “It would have been like trying to coddle you!” It was an accurate statement.
“I could think of a few times when you could take me into it.”
She slipped down further, curious. “Tell me when and how?”
Ulrich grinned at the subject change.
“I’ve always imagined swimming with you, yet you say the water’s too cold.”
“Ah, yes. Did you think it would have been a good idea with Eric here?”
He glanced at her quickly and nodded, obviously understanding their play could have gotten out of control.
“However, now that we’re alone, if you’d be so kind as to unlace me, sir, I’d love to swim.”
She turned away, presenting him with her back. His large fingers fumbled with the laces. Before she could move away, he drew the top of her gown off her shoulders, exposing her breasts and turning her to his lips. She sighed and held his head to her breast as he pulled her skirt up, finding her under layers of material. With a deep groan, he bunched the cloth toward her waist to gain access. Only after pulling her undergarments away did he return to her breast, stroking her with his hand. Esme ground her pussy over his hand, making it her tool instead of his.
Ulrich hadn’t been a saint since their last meeting, and he’d enjoyed himself on occasion with a willing maid. But none of them ever truly let go with him, didn’t truly trust him with way Esmeralda did. She allowed him to dominate her body and soul freely, in turn making him more excited than he could remember.
Her lips parted, her mouth dropping open. When he slipped a finger inside her, a small groan of delight worked its way through her. His mouth anchored at her nipple. He brought her to the edge than pulled back several times before letting her fall safely into his waiting arms, her release leaving her breathless.
“Ulrich, how I’ve missed you.”
“Come, Esme. Let’s swim in the heat of the day.” He knew she wanted to hear he’d missed her too, but couldn’t say the words aloud. Knew if he did, his future would be sealed.
He couldn’t let that happen, no matter how much he loved her. He’d accepted the fact that he’d fallen in love with her years before but he refused to believe he’d be content to stay on land and be a husband, even for Esme. He’d give her what he could, a few hours where he’d make her feel alive, and in those same hours he’d take what memories he could, knowing they’d have to last him a lifetime.
It was easy to lift her over him in the water, to let her body float above him while he was buried deep within her. The position left his hands free to fondle her breasts, her nipples now hard raspberries from the cold. He was able to suckle her and impale her at the same time, which he did, much to her delight and his. She was still so tight around him, encasing him with her body.
Later, they lay under the tree, slowly making love a second time. When the sun lowered in the sky, they knew it was time to leave. Begrudgingly, he helped to lace her gown, the process taking much longer than it normally would have. Neither cared. Ulrich mounted his horse and settled her in front of him. Esme reached around and managed to free him from his trousers, hr hand smoothing over him in rhythmic motions.
“If you keep that up, Esme, we’ll not get back to the castle tonight.” He pressed his lips to her neck, his tongue riding over the scar, now just a thin line, where he chain had been pulled from her neck. He’d taken off the charm before arriving at Handrian. It was his original intent to see it returned to her, but he had kept it as a talisman for himself all these years, Esme never far from his heart or his mind.
His thoughts were altered when she shifted, the horse stamping his foot in annoyance. Only after she’d arranged her gown over his legs did Esme rise higher, slipping Ulrich’s erection inside her. She sat slightly tilted forward, and his left hand gripped both sets of reins, his right around her waist, holding her tight to him, letting the horse’s movements do all their work.
Their lazy ride toward town was anything but, and he knew her hip movements would end their journey soon, so he moved his hand to her breast, clamping over her, wanting the feel of him tightly encasing her. Their ride turned into a sensory exercise in control until they were nearing the populated area when he knew they’d have to separate. Reluctantly, he used muscle control to move inside her and to finish them both.

Sapphire Phelan/Shifting Desires: Beast Magic

2008-11-15T14:18:00.000-08:00

Phaze Publishing

“See, there are only us and this hot, humid passion that fans the air between us,” he panted against her mouth. “Do not deny our destiny.”
Ramses pushed her down into the bed, caressing the satin curves of her hips. He squeezed, and her breath caught. Then he covered her and she felt his hardness pressed to her softer length. His cock snug against her hip as he took her lips again, giving her a soul-drenching kiss that took her breath away. All thoughts that she was making love with something akin to a myth, that only that afternoon he had been a lion, flew out the window as his hands stroked her skin and he continued to kiss her deeply.
He sure knows how to use those hands and lips.
Ramses smiled as he withdrew his lips from her and looked into her eyes. She saw that the smile shone in his eyes too. “That is nothing; wait till my cock is inside you. I plan to use that well too.”
Shocked, her eyes widened as she realized he could read her thoughts. His grin grew wider.
“Yes, our connection enables me to do so. Given time, you will too.”
Shana reached between their bodies and found his penis. She stroked her thumb over the head. “I bet you will use this well.”
Ramses purred.
Shana paused in her stroking. “Did you purr? Like a cat?”
He dipped his hand underneath her mound and pushed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it. She arched her back, crying out. He kissed her cheek and slipped two fingers into her moistness, beginning to fuck her with them.
“Did you not just purr, my anisa,” he said with a laugh.
She moaned. “What does anisa mean?”
“My joy, my pleasure. You are that, and much more. You are also my anando. My bliss.”
Shana grabbed his head and dragged his lips to her. “Just shut up, and fuck me.”
“Mmmmmmm. . .out of patience, are we?”
Ramses laughed and captured her mouth with his, laying waste to every hope of reserve. His tongue fucked her mouth, his fingers doing the same thing to her lower lips. She strained into him, consumed with need, driven to demand he satisfy her craving. Now. This instant. It didn’t matter what he really was. She needed the instant gratification she now realized only he could give to her.
Powerless to resist whatever he wanted of her, she felt bereft when his fingers left her. But elation filled her as he parted her thighs to allow him in. With one, powerful thrust he entered her, breaking the hymen that was her badge of virginity, swallowing her cry of pain. He stilled, letting her adjust to his fullness, then unable to stop it, began to thrust slowly in and out. Ramses took his lips away and purred.
“I am pleased that you had never given your precious gift to a human male. You are now truly my mate, my anisa, in all the ways that matter.”
“Oh, anando,” he moaned. She felt her muscles tightened around his length. “I love your sweet scent. Anisa, it smells uniquely you, like sandalwood. It’s the same odor I smelled from you at the zoo, and I can never get enough of it.”
Shana shifted, crying softly as she rocked her hips up to his. Suddenly there seemed to be nothing in the world but satisfying his own urgent need, and with a low growl, he lifted the top part of his body from her. Grasping her hips, she watched as he drew back and pumped into her again and again. Like a whirlwind out of control, he fucked her hard and fast, plunging deeper each time. She mewed and panted alternately, reveling in their unstinted passion and the quake of her swiftly coming release.
Proving it could be possible, their rhythm quickened like a brush fire out of control. Her panting growing wilder, she almost screamed when Ramses caressed her right breast and took the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Instead, she moaned and he obliged her, squeezing as he drove into her faster. Her release came in that instant. She gasped, letting the sound flee her mouth, and she jerked in his grasp. Keeping her eyes open, she watched with satisfaction as Ramses closed his eyes, surrendering his will to the overriding sensations. Shana enjoyed the way her pussy clenched him, squeezing tight. Knowing it had drawn him over the edge of exploding oblivion when he threw back his head and roared like the king of the jungle. Jets and jets of his warm cream filled her full. Obviously contented, he sagged onto her, unable to summon the strength or concern to move for a moment. When he came to, he rolled off her onto his side and pulled her back into him, wrapping an arm around her waist. Ramses stuck his nose against the back of her neck and sighed.
“I love your sexy, sweaty smell, anisa. I love you.”
It should have freaked her out that he professed to love her so soon. But then, if he had dreamed of her as long as she had, maybe not. She realized that yes; she felt something for him too. Whether that was love, she wasn’t sure, but something jumped at his declaration. Her senses were drowsy with the sweetest satisfaction of a woman fucked just right. She nestled her ass and back against his front and softened penis. A smile graced her lips as he nuzzled her neck. Shana’s eyelids drooped over her eyes, and unable to fight the drowsiness, she fell asleep in his arms.

Mary A. Pope/Choices

2008-11-13T16:50:00.000-08:00

Red Rose Publishing

Natalie’s body gave an uncontrollable shiver. He was too close. His breath on her skin brought back hot memories of their bodies being tangled into one. She must harden her resolve, she thought as she felt her nipples pucker even tighter. Her own body was betraying what she’d convinced herself in her mind she needed to do. Two against one and there are only two people in the room. The odds were stacked against her.
She stood and turned to face Sam. She rested her hip on the corner of the desk. The chair she had been sitting in acted as a barrier between the two.
Sam nudged the chair to one side with his hip. Tactical error, Natalie’s mind screamed. You are now trapped.
With her note pad defensively held to her chest she watched in slow motion as Sam’s hand reached for her. It settled at the base of her neck where he used its location to pull her towards him. He gently brushed his lips across hers.
“Natalie.” He sighed. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you? I have been going insane not being able to talk to you, to hear your voice. To know you and the girls were safe.”
She closed her eyes. She didn’t want Sam to see the truth in them. She’d missed him too. More then she wanted to admit, even to herself.
Natalie felt the pad being lifted away from her chest. She was powerless to stop it. She was lost in the sensation of his lips on hers.
Slowly Sam plucked at the buttons on her blouse. As the fabric fell open his free hand cupped her breast. Natalie moaned into his mouth. She didn’t think her nipples could be any tighter but they turned to sensitive little stones. He was bringing every nerve in them to life.
She found herself pushing his shirt over his head. She needed to feel his skin against hers. Her body trembled with a need she’d never felt before. Sam unhooked her bra, freeing her entire breast to his touch. Natalie was brought to the brink as he suckled the right one, then the left. Tentatively she reached for the front of his jeans. She felt his need for her, his shaft as hard as steel as it strained in the confines of his pants.
One by one she tugged each of the buttons through the holes, slowly freeing him. She watched as Sam kicked the puddle of jeans at his feet away. He looked up from the breast he’d been devouring with attention and smiled wickedly.
“You have on way too many clothes.”
He took his time as he removed her pants and thong. He caressed the smooth surface of her skin between her thighs as he pulled the waist band of her jeans down to her feet.
Natalie was lost in the onslaught of sensations pummeling her body. Sam pulled her hips to the edge of his desk and rubbed his manhood against the slick seam of her opening. She moaned with pleasure at what was happening and what was going to happen. She felt him ease into her. Her body enveloped him, gripping him as he pressed forward. She leaned back on her elbows, allowing him to bury himself to the hilt.
He stopped moving, his shaft deep within the innermost confines of her body. He reveled in the sensations as her body squeezed and gripped his. When he could no longer stand it he slowly withdrew himself to the tip. He heard her suck in a breath. She hissed like a steam pipe as he slowly pushed back into her body.
His slow purposeful strokes were building within her. She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips even closer. He was marching in her to a slow drum beat only they could feel and hear. He fondled the pebbles of her breast, causing her to cry out. A slow tremor was built in her. She reached, trying to find something to grip on the hard surface of his desk. Her nails dug and clawed to find something to anchor herself with but it was too late. Her body shattered and gave way as the orgasm rocked through her. She was lost in a sea of glittering lights and pure pleasure of a release she didn’t know she was capable of.
Sam stilled deep inside her as she felt him release his seed deep within her body. He moved again, stroking her, building her up to the edge where, if he sent her off, she feared she might not ever be able to come back, but he took her there anyway.
Sam laid his spent body across hers, pulling her close. Natalie felt as if she was on a cloud slowly drifting back to earth. She had yet to regain the ability to open her eyes, let alone speak. As her breathing began to slow down and her palpitating heartbeat was returning to normal rhythm she could, once again, feel other sensations. One of which was not pleasure. Something was digging into her back.
“Sam,” she whispered “there’s something under my back” She felt cold and empty when he pulled himself from the warm confines of her body. Slowly Sam lifted her body to a sitting position.
She heard Sam snort and opened here eyes to the reality of exactly where they were. A deep crimson color flooded her face. She had just made love on his desk. The object causing her such great pain was the very pen she’d been using earlier to take notes. Notes for her job, the picnic for his corporation. Feeling every ounce of her nakedness she tried to push Sam to one side to retrieve her clothes. Once she was on her feet his arms surrounded her like two steel bands, unyielding and unbreakable.

Rie McGaha/Deadly Dreams

2008-11-13T16:32:00.000-08:00

Noble Romance Publishing

His blood bubbled beneath his skin and he lost himself in the want of her. He kissed down one leg, sucked her toes, licked her ankles and then went back up the other leg. He parted her legs when he reached the vee of her thighs and buried his face there. He licked up the center of her pussy, and with his tongue, he found the ripe little bud hidden in the folds of flesh and lapped at it until she was rocking her hips in rhythm with his mouth. Her hands were moving over her own body, her head rocked from side to side. He knew she was close to reaching her peak and he pulled away.
“No, no, no,” she cried and reached for him. He smiled and with his hands on her hips, he flipped her over onto her stomach. He nibbled at the nape of her neck then moved lower, sliding his tongue down her spine, kissing her shoulders as her hands fisted in the comforter. He kissed her round, firm ass, and licked up the cleft between the twin cheeks. He licked and kissed her legs, sucked gently on the soft skin behind her knees, and trailed his tongue over her calves, then worked his way back up. With her legs spread wide, he dove in, dipping his tongue into the dark, wet heat of her, and lapped at her until she squirmed.
Only then did he turn her back over and position himself between her legs, lifting her with his hands beneath her ass. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. He kissed her there, sucked her into his mouth, lapped at her some more. Then she was writhing as he placed the flat of his tongue against her clit and rubbed until she screamed when an orgasm rocked through her.
Lowering her back onto the bed, he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. God, she was so tight, and he tortured himself, moving slowly, deeper and deeper inside of her. He lifted her, wrapped his arms around her, and held her tightly. She wrapped her legs around him and he heard her whisper, “I want you, Chase. I want you now." He pushed into her and she screamed again. He stopped. "No, don’t you dare stop,” she breathed heavily.
He slid out and then inside of her as far as he could go, picking up the rhythm, and she followed him. Her hands moved restlessly over him as he held her tightly with his face buried in the curve of her shoulder. He said her name, whether out loud or in his own head, he didn’t know. She was surrounding him, filling his senses, filling his mind, just as he was filling her body, and all he could do was hold on to her. Then he heard her name escape his lips, he growled deep in his throat, and released all that he was inside of her.
Dragging deep breaths into his lungs, he tried to untangle himself from her, and finally got himself halfway off of her. That was as far as he went. He puffed and panted and his heart was pounding away in his chest as sweat poured off him. He opened his eyes when he felt Lea’s cool hand on his face, and he pressed her palm to his mouth and kissed it. She rolled over on her side to face him. He opened his eyes to find her smiling contentedly.
Pulling her to him, he held her close, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her nose. A spear of desire shot straight through him when he kissed her, and he marveled that he was already hard. That hadn’t happened in at least fifteen years. When he was a younger man, he could perform several times a day if he had a willing partner, but this was different. Running his hands slowly over her body, watching her face, he pulled her on top of him and kissed her again. His hands moved slowly down her back, over her ass and back up.
She sat up, straddling him. Bracing her hands against his chest, she slid slowly, sensuously back and forth over him. He watched the smile play on her lips as he held her breasts in his hands and rolled the nipples between his finger and thumb. Lifting up, she centered herself over his cock, then sheathed him with her pussy in one quick stroke. Her eyes went wide as his cock filled her completely, and he grinned.
He watched her move back and forth on him, pleasuring herself, and her actions made him harder than ever. Holding her hips, he sank his fingers into her flesh. Everything she felt showed clearly in her expressions, and her passion incited him. He moved her up and down, faster and faster until she came with her head flung back and her long hair brushing the tops of his thighs. He followed her over the edge, rising up off the bed with the force of his release.
I've never known this feeling before, he thought as he held her, stroked her hair, stroked her back while he was still inside of her. He had never thought it possible to have such a profound connection with a woman, had never even considered it, and was so overwhelmed by the feelings racing through him he could only hold her tighter and close his eyes against the assault. If this was love, he’d need some time to get acquainted with it. These feelings were so new, he would need time to work through them in his mind, but he didn’t think he’d have the time while there was a murderer running loose. Still, they had tonight and tomorrow. He’d think about what it all meant after that. For right now, he wasn’t letting her go.

Jude Mason/Shifting Desires: Cat's Claw

2008-11-13T16:27:00.000-08:00

Phaze Publishing

She silently screaming for him to hurry; she needed no more gentle stirring. He lingered at her navel, twirling his tongue around until she thought she'd go mad with lust. Finally, he resumed his journey, wet tongue and hot breath, the soft moans of his arrival at her sparsely furred mound taking her breath. He parted her drenched pussy with the tip of his tongue. When the tip caressed the distended hardened nub of her clit, she saw stars. He flicked his tongue over the ultra-sensitive morsel again, and she couldn't halt the moan that came with her sigh.
"Please, I need to touch you." Morgan clutched at his shoulders, her clawed fingers leaving trails of red as she urged him over her.
He released his hold on her hips, and allowed himself to be manhandled. His lips and tongue, however, never stopped their teasing caress.
She pulled him over her and pushed him around so his legs swung past her head. His luscious cock pulsed, a breath away from her mouth. She leaned up and flicked her tongue over the pearl of pre-come dangling from its tip. The salty, sweet taste coated her tongue. Inhaling, the taste and scent mingled, and she was hungry for more. She flicked her tongue across the soft plum-shaped dome, and heard him groan. His cock bounced and tapped her on the chin, as if seeking entrance to her mouth, urging her to open wide. His soft sac hung close to her eyes, and for a moment she yearned to sample a taste of the jewels held within before dining on his more readily available, insistent shaft. The gentle thrusting of his hips urged her to take him in. She relented and did so, eager for that first, succulent mouthful.
Opening wide, she felt the velvet smoothness glide across her lips as he entered her mouth. Her teeth gently scraped along him, and he groaned his appreciation. His cock was like a wild animal, lurching and throbbing as she sucked it in.
She wound her arms around his hips, sliding her hands along the sparsely haired flesh and pulled him closer. His cock sank deeper. She sucked and nibbled at the smooth head, then moved her teeth over the ridge joining head to shaft. She watched his testicles churn higher in their sac, and she reached for them. Softly cradling them, the wiry hairs tickled her palm.
When she thought she couldn't stand another second of pleasure, he increased his own oral worship of her sex. They soared and groaned, gently thrusting hips toward mouths eager to heighten the sensation. Her mind had gone blank. All that mattered was basking in the pleasure his fingers and mouth provided, and desperately trying to return it to him. When he plunged his fingers into her, she came close to losing whatever control she'd managed to hang on to. She clutched at him, taking the last millimeter of him into her throat, burying her nose into his soft fur. She knew he was close, could feel it with each beat of his heart as his cock pulsed in her mouth.
He had other plans. He pulled away, and she moaned with frustration. At first, she refused to release him, but his gentle insistence made her let go. She looked at him, hungry for his seed, frustrated at being denied both her climax and that reward.
"Turn over, I want you on your hands and knees, my sweet cat," he murmured in a harsh demanding voice. His hands shook when he grabbed her hips and urged her to roll over. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts enough to realize what he wanted. She flipped over and wantonly lifted her ass. Morgan thought he'd plunge right in, but he surprised her. Instead of the round dome of his erection plunging in, his tongue burned a trail down the crease of her ass to the center of her sex. She cried out, as a spasm of sheer bliss shook her. Her pussy clenched on his tongue. Instead of continuing, he withdrew, and with delicious, frustrating ease, he took the lips of her sex and sucked. He targeted her clit and carefully ran his teeth over the taut pearl. Shivers raced up her spine and she sobbed with need.
Finally, he relented. Rising behind her, he rubbed himself along the sopping wetness he'd created. He felt huge and hot. She strained backwards trying to capture him. He eased away, tormenting her with his closeness. When she screamed her need, he thrust himself in. In one smooth push he filled her. Her slick wetness gripped him.
"Yes!" he hissed, and grabbed her hips tightly. He used them to hold her in place as he gently eased himself out of her. The soft wet tip of him held at the slick entrance, tempting her to scream again. Lost in the passion of their mating, she snarled instead, and he lunged ahead. His cock touched her cervix and the slight pain made her cry out again. She arched her back, then dropped her face to the bed, presenting her body for his plundering. He took her offer, and after moving his legs a little closer to her body, their mating dance began. At first he took her slowly, gently sawing in and out of her body, but soon his lust took hold and hers answered as he pounded wildly into her. Harder and faster, their bodies slammed together, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the cabin.
Morgan reached under herself, between her legs and slid a finger along where his shaft entered her. His groan told her she'd done right. When she reached back a little further and cupped his balls, his thrusting became urgent.
He bent forward and she felt his breath on the back of her neck. His chest and belly, damp with sweat, slid across her back as he whispered, "Come with me, my sexy cat."

Christine McKay/Shadow Queen

2008-11-13T16:23:00.000-08:00

Cerridwen Press

Quince slipped behind the wooden screen concealing the bathtub from the rest of the chamber. His mouth went dry. Sande was nude, her back to him, the water covering her to her shoulders. Her hair was piled on top her head and thoroughly sudsed. In the moon-washed chamber, her skin appeared creamy, like the inner flesh of a snow apple. Her neck arced in an irresistible long line. His fingers itched to trace the curve of her skin, where her neck met her shoulder. For a moment, he wondered if she was more than human, a creature sent by the gods to test him.
He almost left.
Then Sande held out a hand and it became obvious her eyes were tightly shut.
Quince crept to the tub and slowly began to pour the water over her hair.
Sande sighed and dropped her hand, working her hair under the water. “Again, my deepest thanks, Cydell.”
Her fingers were long and slim, pale against the dark silkiness of her hair. He was mesmerized by their movements. She re-piled her hair atop her head and reached for a towel. Her hand searched for the pile of towels, propped on the table beside the tub.
She tipped her head to the side. “Cydell? Are you still there?” Now she sounded uncertain. She glanced over her shoulder, one eye open, one squinted shut.
Quince put a hand over her mouth before she could scream. He bent over the tub, close to her ear. “Quiet now, Cydell sleeps.”
She bit into the palm of his hand. He winced and drew back.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
“You asked for water,” he said simply.
“I asked for Cydell.” She folded her other arm across her still hidden breasts.
“She is asleep.”
She gave him a penetrating look, enough to make a lesser person squirm.
He shrugged, grasped a towel and offered it to her.
Her moth dropped open. “How dare you!” She was gorgeous in her indignation. A few tendrils of hair slipped from the bundle of her hair, framing her face. He wanted to kiss those outraged lips.
“There is an attraction between us, lady, and I intend to see it to its end.” He would not waste any more waking moments pining for her body.
“This is madness,” she stuttered.
“It is indeed,” he agreed, then surprised them both by reaching into the soapy water, seizing her around the waist, and pulling her out. She slapped at his hands, wriggling in his grasp. He lifted her out the rest of the way and slung her, sky clad, over his shoulder.
She beat on his back with her fists. “Put me down.”
He patted her bare bottom. “Shortly.”
She cursed at him. He tried not to chuckle at her inventiveness. She stilled when they passed Cydell’s still sleeping form. Then they were in his chamber.
His body thrummed. He could feel the heat of her through his now drenched shirt.
Her fingers scrabbled along his backside and he reveled in her exploration. Until she seized upon a loose seam and began ripping his shirt up the back.
“You will be the one mending it,” he said mildly.
“Like hellfire.” She dug her nails into his bare back.
He yipped softly and flung her onto his bed.
She glowered back at him through her tangled hair, then seized an edge of the comforter and folded it over her naked body.

This was a dangerous side of him she’d not seen before. Her breath hitched. She was acutely aware that she was naked. His scent lingered in the folds of his bed, making her uncomfortably conscious of her location as well. His gaze roved the length of her body, then to her face. She felt herself flush.
She extended a bare arm and pointed her finger at the door. “You will leave while I dress.”
“I do not want you clothed.”
His dark hair was mussed and his clothes soaked. He looked like a sorry wet fool, until his eyes gleamed, sparks of fire in their depths. Then she shivered. He wasn’t human and nor were his needs. She bit her lip, trying to focus on a point on his chest. She would not look into those eyes. Not again. She could not bare to see the reflection of her own needs in their depths.
She wasn’t human either. And she had much the same needs.
She found her voice. “Well then, we have a dilemma.”
His lips quirked. “I see none. You are nude and in my bed.”
“By force!”
“If you do not wish to remain here, just walk away. I will not stop you.”
She sat up, comforter clutched to her chest. “Thank you for recovering your manners.” Her breasts ached for his touch, longed for those amused lips to kiss a path over her body. She was stirring herself up for nothing, she reminded herself. He would have her when she was ready for him. Oh lords, how her body hummed. The broad expanse of his muscled back she’d seen just before she clawed him would haunt her the rest of the night. She swung her feet over the side of the bed.
“The bed clothes stay.”
“What?”
A smile played at his lips. “The bed clothes are mine.”
“Very well then.” Two could play at his game. Why should she be the only frustrated one going to bed alone? She mustered up every bit of courage she owned. Shaking her hair over her shoulder, she dropped the comforter as she stood, her back to him.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Have a restful evening, my lord.”
The shock and lust warring on his faced made her waver. Perhaps she’d pushed him too far. She swallowed the rising lump in her throat, raised her chin, and marched toward the servants’ quarters. She made it only two strides before he tackled her.

Margaret Leigh/The Heart Divided

2008-11-13T16:20:00.000-08:00

Bareback Angels/Torquere Press

Adair gave Abbie his arm as they set out to walk back to her home. Some of the earlier tension had dissolved, but Abbie still seemed inclined to hold him at a distance. Adair’s fingers fretted at the edge of his jacket sleeve as he tried to think of some way to cut through her reserve and regain the companionable feeling between them.

As they walked by the light of the waning moon, the town and prying eyes left behind, Adair slowed his steps, pulling Abbie to a halt.

“Abbie,” he said softly. “I’m sorry for what I said back at the hall.” He gazed into her eyes. “My work is what it is, there is no helping it.” He rested his hands on her shoulders, her skin soft and warm to his touch. God, but she is alluring. Adair closed his eyes for a moment and then went on. “Please, let us not allow it to…”

“Bryant,” her reply was a whisper on the breeze. “I’m sorry, too. Really, I am. I do try not to think badly of ye. I know ye must do your duty.” She raised her eyes to his face, the pupils wide and dark in the moonlight. “I…”

Adair sighed. Biting his lip, he slowly drew her closer. “Abbie…” he whispered. His heart set up a ragged beat as he pulled her to him, his arm going around her waist, one hand on her jaw as he tipped her face up and pressed his mouth to hers.

He felt her stiffen in his arms for a moment as his tongue touched her lips, and then she melted against him, her lips parting and her hands gripping the lapels of his jacket. He groaned, pulling her close, his fingers in her hair, loosing the pins to let it tumble in silken waves down her back. God, dear God! His hands slid over her shoulders and down to cup small, yielding breasts through the silk of her gown.

“Abbie,” he sighed against her mouth. “God, how I want you!”

Abbie tensed, her hands flattening against his chest as she pulled away. “Stop!” she said in a tense whisper. “Let me go!”

“Please.” Adair held her. “I…”

“No!” Breaking away from him, panting, Abbie raised a trembling hand to her lips. She stared wide-eyed at him for a moment, and then she swung away, stumbling on the rough ground as she hurried towards her home.

“Abbie, wait.” Adair started after her and she quickened her steps, a wild sob drifting back to him on the breeze. He cursed himself for a fool.

“I’m sorry. Please,” Adair said. “Let me help you to get home. I will not…”

Abbie stopped, gathering her fichu around her shoulders as though chilled. She did not speak, but she allowed him to take her arm, and they walked in silence until they reached her cottage.

At the door, Abbie stopped and turned to him, her eyes dark and wide as she looked up at him. “I had a pleasant evening,” she said in a voice that shook with emotion. She gave him her hand for a moment, but pulled away before he could kiss her fingers. “Ye’d best go,” she whispered, and then she opened the door and slipped inside without another word.

He stood for a moment, leaning his forehead against the rough wood of the door, and then turned away with a sigh. What was I thinking? he asked himself as he turned his steps towards town. It will be my own, stupid fault should she never speak to me again.

Bekki Lynn/Last Glass of Wine

2008-11-13T16:12:00.000-08:00

Siren Publishing

She pushed him away and shoved him against the wall, bit his chest and felt him jerk in her hand. Moving up and down, she felt his breath hitch and his fingers delve into her pussy, thrusting in and out of her wet tunnel.
He moved, and she found herself facing the wall. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. With his feet, he widened her stance and pressed his cock into her pussy. So tight, so hot, her body melted onto him like chocolate in a fondue pot. “Oh, God, it’s about time!” He rammed and pulled out and rammed again.
“Damn right it is,” he huffed.
She braced against the wall and pushed back against him. Shudders swept through her.
“I’m going to shoot, Lana.”
“Do it!” He grunted, and she felt him unload. “Oh, yeah!”
He pressed against her, his breathing heavy and as raspy as hers.
“I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “You’re so hot, so wet, I couldn’t hold back.”
“We’re far from finished,” she whispered.
He ran his tongue along her ear and thrust inside, and she pressed against his tongue as she came again. “Oh, yeah,” she whimpered.
A banging on the door interrupted them. He moved to unlock the door, and she slipped into the bedroom. Seconds later, he had the door closed and she pulled him down on the bed, fusing her mouth with his, her tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth, circling his tongue.
Firm hands pressed her against him, and his fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass. “Bring your pussy up here.”
A groan escaped her and she moved, hovering over his face. He pulled her down, and her hands hit the wall when his tongue ran along her slit and back through it, deeper. “Oh, wow!” The muscles of her abdomen quivered, and she squeezed his head between her thighs. “Damn, Cole! Feels…Oh!” His tongue ran over her clit, and tremors consumed her. Pressure against her anus prolonged it, then he shoved a finger in her ass. “Oh,… good… that feels good!”
Her forehead fell against the wall. “I’m yours.”
He pulled her down on the bed, pushed her legs up, and buried his face in her pussy, shoving his tongue deeper. She dug her fingers into the bed and pulled up the bedding in her grasp. “Oh…feels so….damn, Cole! Fuck my pussy!”
He moved over her and took her in one thrust. She convulsed around his cock.
“Oh, baby, that’s it—squeeze my dick.”
She pushed him off and took his cock in her mouth, licking and sucking on the head, running her tongue down the length and around and taking as much of him as she could. His hands ran over her head, down her back and into the crack of her ass, where he pressed the tip of his finger inside and her teeth grazed him.
“Ah, Lana! Baby, suck it dry.”
She pulled off, turned around and guided him to her ass. It hurt as he worked the thickness inside her, but she didn’t care. If he split her in half, it wouldn’t come close to the pain she was going to feel when he was gone. She pushed back against him as she played with her clit, shoved her fingers in her pussy and ran the juices over his cock. “Oh, wow,” she mumbled when he broke through and filled her. “Oh, give me a minute.” His hand reached around and caressed the hand she had buried in her pussy, then thrust in and out with her. “Oh, please don’t be another dream,” she whispered when she felt her muscles relax.
Lana rocked back and forth until the sensations shot through her. She lowered her head to the bed as he dipped in her pussy and drew her juices up to wet his cock. Each time he did this, he brought her closer to coming. With his next thrust, spasms shot through her from head to toe, and her body began to shudder. “Don’t stop, Cole!”
“You’re so fuckin’ hot. So wet, so perfect. So beautiful.” His fingers dug in her back, then grabbed her hips “I’m going to shoot my load in your ass!”
“Please.” she gasped.
“Come with me, Lana.”
“Do it! Do it!” Her muscles flexed, and she pressed against her fingers as the heat flowed through her veins. She felt him grip her ass tighter as he filled her, heightening the intensity of her orgasm. They collapsed on the bed and rolled off the edge.
Laughing, he said, “I need a drink.”
She ran her hand over his chest. “Not yet. Now that I have you where I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m not letting you go.”

Brenna Lyons/We Shall Live Again

2008-11-13T16:08:00.000-08:00

Phaze Publishing

The corridors were lit by electric lights, powered by the two large generators outside 24/7, but those lights hadn't been extended into the burial chamber yet. That chore had been left for the morning.
Anna hesitated in the doorway to the chamber, wiping her sweating palms on the knit. Could she do this? Could she watch Amun die again, just to satisfy her curiosity?
"It's not curiosity. I have to know."
Anna switched on the flashlight and padded inside. The bed dominated the room, more so than it had in the dreams...or maybe that was her mind playing tricks on her. Placing one foot in front of the other in something of a daze, she made her way to it.
"Anna, no."
Her shuffling feet went still at the order, and her hand retreated a few inches. Anna stared at the bed, so close she could touch it without moving another step.
"No." His voice was closer, stirring the short wisps of hair that escaped her ponytail.
She closed her eyes at the press of his body to hers, swallowing down a moan. "I’m crazy." The dreams were bad enough; the phantom sounds and scents in her waking moments were worse. Now she was feeling him in the present...awake. "Am I awake?" How could she be sure?
Amun's hand closed around her slightly-outstretched hand, drawing it back to her thigh. "Thankfully, yes," he replied simply.
"I don't understand," she admitted.
His lips pressed to the back of her neck, and he inhaled deeply, shuddering against her back. "I've waited so long to feel you in my arms...conscious..." His lips brushed up the line of her vertebrae. "Aware... Dreams of you are not enough."
"Why are you here?" It came out rasping, the verbal equivalent of the raw need eating at her.
In answer, he straightened, his face brushing up the side of her head, tugging lightly at her bound hair. His hand plucked at the waistline of her pants. At her moan of acceptance, it slid beneath then inside her panties.
The first touch of his fingers on her clit had her gasping for breath, tipping her head back onto his shoulder. The flashlight slipped from her boneless fingers, clattering to the floor then rolling.
"Are you going to send me away?" It was whispered against her ear, more than an invitation, less than a demand.
"Never." She'd always had a problem with refusing Amun, but this was even more pressing than usual. It was rare to see this side of the ancient prince. This was the side she'd never been able to resist.
His hand retreated, and he turned her toward him, capturing Anna's mouth in a searing kiss. Her hands flattened against the heated flesh of his chest, and she stroked downward, freed to be bold by the lack of Dea-ana's mind muddling her own.
Amun grasped her by the wrists, nestling her hands to her back, dragging her closer to his body. The kiss was fevered, drugging... She wanted him inside her.
His mouth parted from hers, and Amun took a step back, releasing her wrists. "Get these damned clothes off," he growled.
Anna opened her eyes, locking on the indistinct shadow that was Amun, her mouth going dry at the faint movements that were probably signs of him untying his shenti. The blood coursing in her ears, coupled with her pounding heart, drowned out all other sound.
"Anna," he grumbled.
She nodded. Though she was certain Amun could see no more of her than she could of him, Anna made a show of disrobing, peeling off each piece of clothing slowly, heated nearly to discomfort by the idea of him watching.
When she'd kicked away her panties, Anna took a step toward him. Amun met her halfway, his slightly-roughened hands exploring her, his mouth meshing with and parting from hers, again and again.
Anna couldn't have recounted how they made it to the floor. One moment, they were grasping at each other. The next, her head was pillowed on her pants, Amun's weight pressing her down into the smooth, sand-dusted stone.
The cum-wet crown of his cock brushed at her inner thigh, and she pressed up, seeking more. The first thrust wrenched a sob of delight from her. He'd been right; dreams were not enough.
Amun paused, a guttural sound escaping his lips. "So long," he breathed.
Anna nodded, her air processing too unsettled to make a verbal response.
"Say you're mine." It wasn't a demand.
"Yours... Always...just yours."
His thrusts came hard and fast, a palpable demonstration that it was so. Amun possessed her, body and soul, cementing the bonds already forged between them in the dreams.
He collected her hands from his back, one at a time, threading his fingers through hers, pinning her hands to the floor, driving into her.
A vague recollection of Amun doing the same to Dea-ana when he learned she was virginal flitted in her mind, and Anna shook it away, greedy for this experience as her own, untainted by the mind of the mummified servant that lay a scarce body-length from her own.
Entrenched firmly in her own mind, Anna's senses scattered; her body burned in the precursors of climax. Their sweat-soaked bodies moved together. Their breath mingled.
And then it crashed over her, sweet waves of bliss. Anna fisted her hands in his, little more than half-aware of Amun's climax, of his heat flooding her.
His weight settled over her more fully, his lips exploring her forehead. "I love you, Anna. I have loved you since the moment I first saw you."
Any answer she might have formulated was lost in a gasp of surprise.

Larissa Lyons/Ensnared Innocence

2008-11-13T15:56:00.000-08:00

Ellora's Cave

Damn! This is what he had to guard against. He couldn’t develop fucking tender feelings for the chit. He bloody well knew better.
“Your eyes are glowing again,” she commented, staring at him with a rapt expression. “It’s as if they change color when—”
“I’m sure you’re mistaken.” S-E-X. It’s about sex, he reminded himself, massaging the flesh of her breast so firmly she groaned. Sex.
Getting sex whenever he wanted it, certainly when he needed it, to enable him to battle down the feral urges that would soon be rising to the forefront. If they weren’t already. At that very moment, his blood sizzled, heating his veins and increasing the latent power that always hovered beneath the surface. Whether the cause was irritation with himself or desire for her, he wasn’t sure and chose not to contemplate further.
Erasmus ran his tongue along the bottom edge of his teeth. Smooth. It wasn’t panthera leo burning in him. It was him burning for her. Blast her not-so-innocent charms.
“Come on.” He released her breast, set her gown to rights and caught her hand in his. “I’m taking you now.”
“Where?”
“The first private place I can find.”
* * *
Which happened to be an upstairs alcove, hidden from view by nothing more than a long velvet drape. The olive curtain was the only thing that separated them from the mass downstairs listening to the professional musicians. Erasmus swiftly led Francine behind the drape and secured it, giving them a measure of privacy, however precarious.
In the instant before they were enshrouded in darkness, Francine glimpsed a ceiling-high window centered in the alcove. Standing just inside the curtain, she huddled, waiting. Needing.
It was as black as pitch. The soothing sounds from the quartet competed with the choppy cadence of her overly loud breathing.
Clothing rustled. Fabric whispered against skin. Something dropped. His cravat? Maybe his tailcoat? What was he removing?
Francine stood transfixed, unable to move, anticipation, longing—a level of boldness she’d never known—surging through her at his nearness, at the certainty of what they were about to do. Knowing their proximity to the other guests, how very forbidden her actions, only heightened her desire.
“You really cannot see in the dark at all, can you?” Erasmus asked in a low voice.
“No,” she whispered. “Why?”
“Because I’m standing in front of you, stripped nude. And you haven’t flinched.”
“Noooo. Really?” Shock, dismay, the sharp bite of excitement, all vied for position. Excitement won heartily and she stepped forward. “Naked—here?”
“You look dumbfounded, my little dumbwaiter,” he laughed softly. “And no, not here. I’m not that far gone, not yet. But my shirt is undone, my pantaloons unfastened and yet you do not seem inclined to join me.”
Automatically she lifted her gloved hand and encountered his hard chest. “I’m very much inclined.”
Erasmus began peeling the glove down her arm, a sensual journey he traveled from her elbow to her fingertips with exquisite attention to detail, allowing his touch to linger over every portion of skin he exposed. How was it his mere touch upon her arm caused the moisture in her mouth to evaporate? And to accumulate lower, directly between her thighs?
Francine licked lips gone dry and forced herself to remain still, no matter how part of her wanted to rip the curtain from its moorings and flood light into their tiny alcove so she could see his body.
“What about your spectacles?” he asked quietly, stripping the glove off completely. “Don’t you have them with you?”
The tingle that had begun in her fingertips made its way down to her toes. Francine curled them in her slippers. Had he said something? All she could think about was the nearness of his chest. “Hmmm?”
“Your spectacles,” he reminded with a light laugh, bending to kiss the newly exposed crease of her elbow.
Her entire arm caught fire. “They don’t do me any good, not in dim light.”
After dispatching her second glove, he placed both of her palms against the muscles cording his stomach. They twitched under her touch. Hard as iron, warm as a forge. Francine flexed her fingers, tracing the delineations.
“Touching is better than seeing,” she whispered, closing her eyes and trying to imagine what he looked like anyway.
Erasmus shifted, grasping her wrists. “There’s a narrow settee two steps to your right.”
He led her to it and sat down. When she moved to do the same, he stopped her with a gentle touch to her waist. “Not yet. Remove your gown.”
“You cannot expect me to do that here.” Though a wicked part of her wanted desperately to comply…
His hand settled heavily upon her hip. “You promised to obey me. In all things—”
“I never!” Her quim throbbed at his nearness. She wanted to jump naked in his arms and clobber him all at once.
“Shhh,” he cautioned, nuzzling his face into the modest cleavage left exposed by her neckline. “In all things pertaining to the physical aspect of our agreement, I was about to add.”
Had she promised that? His breath was hot. Whiskers abraded her chest. Her nipples ached. “Are you going to kiss my bosom?”
She felt him shake with laughter, the rotter. He held her still when she would have jerked away and clobbered him after all.
“You’re so damn innocent,” he said into the valley between her breasts, barely suppressing his mirth.
“I am not. I already told you.” It was an effort to keep her tone low. “Especially not after what we did last night—”
“What we will do again now if you will only obey me.”

Savanna Kougar/When a Good Angel Falls

2008-11-13T15:52:00.000-08:00

BookStrand Publishing

Stunned, she could only enjoy his hands blatantly rubbing her breasts over the pink robe.
“Wiggle for me,” he naughty, naughty whispered.
“You’ll only want to use it,” she breathy whispered, wiggling. Wiggling on his growing cherub staff. It seemed like the right thing to do, even if she knew it wasn’t.
“I’ll make it fun,” he naughtier whispered. His fingers snatched at her nipples, and plucked.
“Turn me on.” She’d meant to remind him of her age. Instead, the ‘70s sexual mantra expressed what she felt. Goddess! Was she ever ‘turned on’.
“Light my fire stick,” he very naughty encouraged.
She wiggled like she imagined a hoyden of ye olden days would. “Such a brutish thing, you bad boy.” She reached back, sliding her fingers into his hair, ravenous for the sensual feel of him.
Volcano opened her robe, and stroked his hands over her breasts. He pinched her rigid nipples rhythmically. The feel of her sumptuous breasts, her sumptuous bottom rubbing on him stoked him to lusty heat. Ferocious cosmic heat.
“It will be fun. I promise,” he lordly persuaded. He rocked his hips beneath her, against the hedonistic rubbing of her bottom. “My staff in your sweet flaming rose.”
“How are you going to make putting that big brute in me fun?” She wiggled more vigorously. “Mmm, I’m feeling wonderfully indecent.”
“You’ve never acted this way before, have you?” he lordly growled in her ear. His nails bit into her nipples, demanding an answer.
“No. No, you make me all torrid and wicked inside.” Boldly wiggling on his cock, her hand caressed wildly through his hair.
“Woman!” Volcano grabbed her haunches, and squeezed. Then he slid his hands on her thighs over the robe. Possessively he stroked while he roughly nibbled her neck. “I am going to shove your robe up over your delectable rump, woman. Bare your privates, tickle your curls with my brazen brute, first.” He growled his claim against the sensitive cord of her neck.
“Oooh,” she crooned, grinding her hips on him. “Let me feel. Let me feel the tip of that big brute. You aren’t going to shove it in me now, are you? It feels way too enormous.”
“Tickling, woman.” Volcano finger-summoned one of the ottomans before them, desperate for her wet curls against his cock’s head. The smell of her rose musk desire tightened his loins to rutting need. “Tickling first, then I am going to shove it in, only in the most fun and pleasurable way.”
“No, no, please. It’s way too big,” she squealed, not resisting when he placed her before him on the ottoman. “No, please, only tickling,” she begged, not resisting as he caressed her robe up, and bared her beautiful privates framed by flaming red curls.
“My red rose beauty.” He stroked her with his voice, then bared his light-throbbing privates. Gently he brushed her curls with his cock’s head. Up and down. Up and down, his brute storm-burning for her. “Tell me how I make you feel, woman,” he lordly commanded, then tightened his grip on her full hips.
“Oh, ooooh, impossibly wanton. Yes, more,” she crooned to him as his cock stroked up and down, more firmly pressed against her curls. “Oh, I feel so hot and wet. Yes, please, please, more.”
“You want more, woman? My brute wants more of you.” He shoved against her rose-voluptuous lips, his cock in delicious torment.
“More, yes. Just a little more tickling. Just a little deeper, oh, yes, yes, tickle my petals. Ooooh, your tip feels so good, so big on my petals, so slippery and huge. Ooooh, yes, better and better. What a talented brute you have.”
Merciful Eros! She was driving him tornadic, whirling delirious for her. Volcano rubbed his cock’s head on her rosebud, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
“Yes,” she whimpered. Thrusting her bottom more to him, she displayed her rose swollen privates even more. “Oooh, tickle my naughty bud. Tickle and tickle.” She moaned, coursing fire through his blood.
“Here, woman?” He thrust his cock close to her sheath’s welcome.
“Please…let that enormous brute touch my naughty little opening. Oh, yes, yes! Oooh, what very lovely tickling. Yes, shove it in, just a little, please, please, oooh, how big your tip feels. I want it. I want your brute. Just a little, shove it, goddess, yes!”
Volcano thrust his cock inside his angel woman, inside her naughty little rosefire opening. His loins had never twisted this storm harshly before. He groaned. He’d never felt so physical. His brute pulsed, then glowed torturously hot for her. “Tell me, woman.”
“Oh, yes, yes, blazing pleasure, tingles of pleasure all through me. Oooh yes, yes, your tip is so bold. Too bold.” She squealed passionately as he pumped his cock a bit deeper. “Oh, such gentle thrusting, yes, yes. And tickling, more tickling, yes. Oh, I want your brute tickling me more.” As he shoved his cock deeper inside her silky rose, she cried out with bliss. “More. I want more of your enormous brute. Deeper, just a little deeper. Pummel me. Please, pummel.”
Volcano shoved deeper, then thrust harder into his woman. He groaned, primal and fierce as a cosmic tempest for her. Vigorously, he stroked his cock inside her sheath, inside her flaming silk.
“Yes. Use that big brute on me.” His Sedona could not move as he pummeled her. “I feel so heavenly fierce, yes.” She could only let him have his way with her. For a long time.
“Deeper,” she whisper-begged. “Your brute, force it in deeper, please.”
Volcano storm-burned, his brute red-hot radiant as he lunged deeply into her. She squeezed his cock unmercifully, a silken glove and an infinite rapture. His woman whimpered keenly as he drove his cock inside her. Then she opened herself, letting him have her as only a woman allows a man, a man she wants.
A man she carnal desires and wants with her heart.

K.I.L. Kenny/One

2008-11-13T15:43:00.000-08:00

Torquere Press

The first time Daniel and Jalen went to bed together, I was confident they were fine and was getting ready to take off. I'd been tied to the central city for awhile, and I wanted to take a quick jaunt to the waterfront a few dozen blocks away. You can't get a good whiff of salt air in the concrete canyons; you have to go right to the shore. I was halfway out the door, so to speak, when Mata called to me.
"Where are you going?"
"Not far. Down to the water."
"Comhghal..."
"What?"
"Aren't you going to join them?"
"What?!"
"Come on," he coaxed. "It's their first time together. You should be there."
I said, "Is there something about Jalen I should know?"
Mata seemed startled. "Lots, but you'll learn about him eventually. What does that have to do with it?"
"I don't go into Daniel's bedroom when he's got company unless there's a threat," I told him flatly.
Mata was silent. It was the first time -- though far from the last -- that I was convinced he was counting to ten before answering me. "Come, little priest," he said finally. And dragged me by force through the door to where Daniel and Jalen were already naked on the bed.
I shuddered. Honestly, I had no good associations with what was about to happen here. Jalen, at six foot six and three hundred pounds, looked like nothing but a mountain of pain to me, however much he’d convinced me (in other contexts) that he wouldn't hurt a fly.
As spirits go, though, Mata is the six foot six type himself, so I wasn’t going anywhere. I focused on the ceiling and prayed that Daniel would have a recurrence of his occasional issue with premature ejaculation. So far as I could tell, it was in everyone’s best interests right then, including his. The aura developing around me was in no way conducive to young love, either.
But Daniel was whispering and giggling and kissing with a joyous kind of unselfconsciousness that I had never seen in him during sex, much less during a ‘first time.’ Gradually, it was his aura that beat mine down, and I had to look at him, had to see what was doing this to him. Or who.
Daniel is not a little guy. He’s nearly six feet tall, and working under a lift all day has given him a set of shoulders to envy. But if it weren’t for the fact that he’s got a long torso and Jalen’s got long legs, that position could never have worked. Daniel had one knee tucked back under Jalen’s shoulder, and was trying to get his other knee into a similar position on the other side. But every time he brought his leg down, Jalen would tickle him. They’d wriggle around, laughing and cussing, until they were out of breath. Then Daniel would try again, and the whole thing would start over.
He finally wised up and brought his head down instead of his leg. Jalen hadn’t been all the way hard, but he got there in a hurry when Daniel’s lips closed around him. There was no more tickling. Jalen guided Daniel’s other knee down and secured it, and then got quite a bit more serious with his fingers than he had been. Which is one of Daniel’s favorite things.
So, tickling, no. Slurping and squishing, moans and groans, yes. Little ‘pop!’ noises when one or the other of them pulled back. Sweat trickling and seminal fluid dripping. They were naked, and messy, and ridiculous, and utterly adorable. Any idiot could see they were in love. I was completely lost in them.
While I looked at them, Mata was steadily infusing me. He had to, with me caught up in their aura like that, or I would have dissolved into him like rain on the ocean. He kept me whole by making me solid, trapping me in a form. Male, of course. We always incorporate as the gender of our human. And that form was shuddering and hard, manifesting all the erotic tension that I was taking in and now couldn’t escape.
I thrashed around, trying to burrow into Mata anyway. But he had a chest all of a sudden, and hands to grip that shameful tumescence between my legs. It was a good thing that Daniel and Jalen were so thoroughly occupied. They couldn’t have seen much more than a ripple in the darkness even if they’d been looking straight at me, but in my agitation, it would have been an unmistakable kind of ripple. Believe me.
That old priest of six lifetimes ago would not have approved.
Daniel and I came at the same time, clinging to our mountains and calling down our God upon them -- whether in a curse or a blessing, I would rather not say. At least Jalen got his satisfaction, too, which is more than I can say for Mata. My release was literal; the form disintegrated and I was free, instantly shielding myself and fleeing that room. I spent the night hiding in the dishwasher, and didn’t come out until Jalen left the next morning.

M. King/Breaking Faith

2008-11-13T15:39:00.000-08:00

Freya's Bower

The dusk deepened out into soft darkness, the air getting colder and the ground dampening. Tommy came back through the trees, and Brett’s stomach tightened in anticipation. He sat up, watching him. Tommy stopped, one hand raised over his head, hanging his weight from the low branch of a ponderosa pine. He smiled, and Brett stared—because he could. He wanted every detail clear and perfect, from the way Tommy’s faded jeans hung on his hips to the dark strands of hair escaping from his ponytail and brushing the collar of his fleece.
“You okay?” Tommy asked.
Brett nodded, too quickly. Tommy pushed away from the tree and crossed casually in front of the fire, pulled the fleece over his head, and tossed it down on the blanket. Then he followed it, dropping lightly to his knees in front of Brett, just waiting. His fingers trailed over Brett’s outstretched leg, barely skimming his worn jeans. Brett leaned forward, his breathing shallow as he closed the space between them.
Tommy held him tight. Kisses tumbled into each other, pulling the breath right out of him. As they parted, the trees seemed to spin, and something that sounded very like a whimper escaped Tommy’s lips, fluttering against Brett’s cheek.
“Wanna take this indoors?” he murmured, jerking his head towards the tent.
“Mm-hm.” Brett nodded, pulling him back for another quick kiss; his way of asserting, however briefly, a little control. Buying himself some time. They crawled into the tent, padded on the softness of sleeping bags and the red plaid blanket. Brett felt light-headed, convinced that every drop of blood in his brain had gone south for the winter. Tommy rubbed hypnotic circles on his thigh through the denim. Brett fidgeted under his hand and almost quivered under his words.
“Can I touch you?” Tommy whispered, his mouth grazing the rim of Brett’s ear. “Properly?”
Brett wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to ask, not ever, but he knew the question only represented a formality, like his whispered ‘fuck, yes’, and the kiss of possession that passed between them.
It proved hard to breathe for a while, and it seemed to take forever for Tommy’s hand to work into Brett’s fly, creeping beneath the fabric of his boxers. Damn the North West climate. Damn the mud and the cold and all these goddamn layers! But then Tommy touched skin that had never known...okay, skin that had known his own hand, and Lynsey’s, and actually a lot more of Lynsey than just her hand, but none of it had ever felt like this.
God. Tommy…just touching him. Brett gasped. Tommy laughed a little, the whisper of breath warm on the side of his neck, and damn if that wasn’t incredible as well.
“Is that okay?” Tommy asked, his voice little more than a low hum under Brett’s ear.
He struggled to nod. Yes. God, yes, definitely very okay. Why hadn’t they managed to do this before?
“Uh-huh.”
“Good. I’m helping you out, right? You like me helping you out, Brett? That’s all right, isn’t it?”
His questions seemed sane, rational, and his tone didn’t change. Tommy just leaned up against him, his forehead resting on Brett’s jaw.
“I—” Brett choked out, embarrassed to find it appeared to be even tougher to speak with Tommy pressed up against him like that. “I wanna…touch….”
Tommy smiled. Brett shuddered. Then Tommy moved, the sleeping bags rustling under them, and he took his hand away. Brett growled softly with frustration and want, rolling over to meet Tommy again, pulling his fly open, cussing the thick denim and stiff buttons. He didn’t understand how it could be so easy to touch him. He felt like silk. Warm silk, crisp hair, and supple heat. The hardness of his chest pressed against Brett’s through all those damn clothes and then—oh, God—Tommy leaned closer and filled Brett’s world with the smell of his skin and his sweat and the damp earth. And then Tommy kissed him, and their bodies crushed awkwardly together, shoving and rubbing, the ballet of hands forgotten, fingers only there to grip hips, and Brett could never have thought anything would be so good.
He a gave a loud, ragged grunt as he came, felt his teeth clash with Tommy’s, felt Tommy still humping against him, still hard, where Brett had already grown slick and started to soften, and that amazing elation withered so fast. In its place, a cold void of panic opened up inside Brett, the edges steep and sharp and tinged with the shame of failure. He started to move away, but Tommy grabbed his arm, skin feeling hot enough to burn, leaving just enough space between them in the dimness for Brett to make out his face. He looked...beautiful. Powerful. Like a warrior.
“Don’t,” Tommy whispered, his eyes half-shut.
His head lolled forward as, unbidden, Brett reached down and stroked him, coaxing out those last moments, marveling at Tommy’s lack of inhibition. He seemed to find it easy to be watched, touched, as he groaned, murmuring a stream of shapeless, desperate words. He cried out as he finished, locking them together with the mess they’d made.
Brett wiped his hand on his stained, sticky jeans, so turned on he could barely breathe. Tommy lay back, a dark flush spilling over his face and neck.
“Whew,” he breathed, eyes narrowed as he looked up at Brett. “Y’all right?”
“Yeah.” Brett smiled sheepishly. “My pants are so wrecked.”

Ali Katz/Glory

2008-11-13T15:36:00.000-08:00

Amber Quill Press/Amber Heat

She returned to the bathroom at the loft. In the few minutes she’d been gone, the sunlight through the roof had brightened into morning. Connor had not awakened.
The thought of him had strengthened her and, she was sure now, protected her.
After cleaning up, she returned to their bed and, still tingling, stood next to it a moment, relishing the waves of pleasure just the sight of him evoked. That small use of power had awakened the spirit in her to the wonder of him and to the return of the aching need she’d shaken off when torn from his side. It was back, tenfold. Her sex ached; her limbs shook with wanting him. She slipped in beside him.
His eyes opened to slits and his hand went to his mouth to cover it. “Morning breath, turn around,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Kiss me first.” She sidled closer, pressing her breasts against his chest and sliding her hand to the back of his neck. His morning erection sought its place at the cleft of her thighs. The warm flush of her sex preparing for him aroused every sense.
“Mmmm. You’ll regret it.” His amusement died abruptly when her mouth captured his.
Breathing him in, she reveled as ravenous desire swept through her. He smelled… like heat… like fire. He tasted like home. She burned. Her body sought his as flame seeks oxygen. She kissed him, and kept kissing him until the air in her lungs became his and their heartbeats melded.
As the kiss threatened to consume her, she lost herself in him. He groaned into her mouth. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her tight. His erection pressed at her clit, hard and demanding and, with a gush of arousal, she made him welcome between her thighs. She whimpered and arched toward him. With a grunt, he thrust into the new slickness at her cleft. His erection gliding against her swollen labia sent ever-spiraling waves of hot lust to the sensitive, throbbing place where she needed him to be. Mindless, she ground her pelvis into his, rhythmic and relentless.
She needed him inside her, to feel his muscles bunch beneath her hands as he thrust into her, to see him strain, hear his cries when he climaxed.
As if he read her mind, he grasped her thigh, drew it over his hip and dove into her depths.
“Ah.” She gasped with searing relief.
She saw his effort to pace himself, but she was mad for him. Bucking against him, she spurred him to thrust deeper and harder until he cried out and pounded her again and again in fierce abandon. She braced herself and returned each thrust with equal ardor.
A breathless groan escaped his lips. “Glory, oh, God.” He surged against her one last time then clutched her tight. A hoarse, vulnerable sound escaped him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and groaned her name. His climax shuddering through her, fierce and powerful, flooding her with its intensity. Each throbbing pulse paid homage to her womanhood.
When his spasms subsided, he lifted his head, still panting. “Baby, I’m sorry…”
She put a finger to his lips and smiled then slowly traced a line from his lips, over his chest to where their bodies met and between until her finger brushed her clit. Her sex clutched at the contact.
She felt his waning erection spring to life, swelling to fill her from inside.
“Yes,” he whispered, snaked his hand to the nape of her neck and yanked her head and shoulders back. His mouth fell on her breast. He groaned, “Yes,” and “Sweet,” and sucked. With each flick of his tongue against the sensitive nipple, fire surged through her.
It took only a tiny pulse of energy from her finger to her clit to send her body racing toward climax.
He thrust, groaned, “Come for me, Glory,” and thrust again. A moan swelled from deep in her chest as she exploded into an orgasm that went on, and on, and on.

Anne Kane/Shifting Priorities: Mating Ritual

2008-11-13T15:30:00.000-08:00

Changeling Press

“Scared of me?” He couldn’t help grinning as he taunted her.
Jexx met his gaze and lifted her hand to her mouth, sticking her tongue out to lick her lips so they glistened with moisture. She inserted her index finger and sucked, her cheeks hollowing suggestively.
Tome spluttered, coffee spraying out of his mouth as he choked on the hot liquid. The little minx had no idea what she did to his control. Or maybe she did.
She released the finger with a suggestive swirl of her pink tongue and grinned mischievously. “Too hot?” She picked up her own mug and took a sip. “Mine’s fine.”
Tomes surged to his feet, all pretense of civil conversation dropped. “Hot, yes. But I’m sure I can handle you.” He paced around the table to capture her wrist and draw her up hard against his muscular chest. “If you bait the panther, you pay the price.”
“Really.” Jexx tilted her head to look up into his eyes, her grin faltering just a bit. “And what would the price be?”
Tome ran a finger down her beautifully sculpted cheekbones. He lowered his head slowly and ran his tongue over her lips, tasting the sweetness she’d been licking off her fingers. “You know what I want,” he whispered against her lips. “You want it too.”
“Sex.” She sighed and melted into him, her arms going around to hold him close as she rubbed her groin against the bulge in the front of his suit.
“No.” Tome cupped her rounded ass and drew her up against his massive hard-on. “More. I want all of you. And you’re going to give it to me.”
Jexx opened her mouth to protest and he took the words from her lips, engulfing her mouth with his, his tongue invading. Tasting. Swirling. Teasing. Making promises he had every intention of keeping.
He swept her up and sat her on the counter between the food dispenser and an old-fashioned coffee brewer. Placing himself firmly between her spread thighs, he recaptured her mouth while his busy fingers undid the front of her suit and cupped the generous weight of her breasts.
Jexx moaned and arched her back, thrusting her chest forward into his hands. He plucked at her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. He loved how responsive her body was, how much she enjoyed sex, holding nothing back. He needed to convince her she wanted him permanently in her life and in her bed. He lowered his head to swirl his tongue around one sensitive peak, grazing it with his teeth, enjoying her whimpers of pleasure.
He used his fingers to map her body, memorizing the curve of her hips, the texture of her skin. She shifted her head, the trinkets in her hair tinkling musically and he found the sound incredibly sexy. He nibbled a path down her rib cage and stopped to lick her navel, darting his tongue around it before continuing downward. He stripped the rest of her clothing off with impatient hands and returned to his explorations.
At the apex of her thighs, he stopped to inhale the heady scent of her arousal. It tore at his control, pushed him to the limits of his endurance. He could feel the panther, always lurking just below the surface. It wanted out, wanted free, wanted him to claim their mate.
He plunged a finger deep into her silken channel and gave a dark smile as she bucked at the sudden entry. Her juices flowed, easing the second finger as it joined the first. When he swirled his tongue around her clit she whimpered and grasped his hair, her fingers twining into the long, dark strands.
He settled in to lick and suckle , teasing her with deep stabbing strokes of his tongue, alternating with swirling licks around the hard little nub of her clit. He kept a firm hold on her hips as she squirmed under his attentions, her moans and whimpers spurring him on.
He stripped off his suit without stopping, his mouth taking her higher and higher. He brought her to the edge of orgasm and withdrew his mouth, quickly standing to press the head of his shaft into her velvety folds. Slowly, he sunk his aching cock into her slick channel. Inch by agonizing inch he impaled her on his shaft until his balls were snug against her butt, his hands holding her hips still under his relentless onslaught. Then he withdrew and started all over again. In and out. Short, hard thrusts. Long, deep thrusts. Faster. Harder. Deeper.
Jexx whimpered, her head thrown back as she writhed helplessly on his invading cock. Her inner muscles gripped him with each thrust, tightening around his shaft in an erotic dance that shook his tenuous hold on his control.
She stiffened beneath him and a scream tore from her throat as multiple orgasms ripped through her. She threw her arms around him, clawing his back with her nails while she twined her legs around his hips and ground her pussy into his groin, taking him as deep within her as she could, milking the smooth shaft with rippling spasms of her inner muscles.
Tome bit back a growl, gritting his teeth as he slammed into her one last time, his hips grinding into hers. Wave after wave of heat washed through him, sending his seed spurting deep within her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight into his embrace. He brought his mouth down on her lips, tasting her satisfaction.
Slowly, they came back to reality, cuddled tight into each other. Their ragged breathing echoed loudly in the room, almost drowning out the high-pitched whine of the portside engine as it struggled to keep up with its twin.

Stephani Hecht/Sanguinary Seductions: Sins of an Angel

2008-11-13T15:23:00.000-08:00

EXtasy Books

“Hey, Case, Joe just called me and told me that…. Whoa Nelly!” Bear rounded the corner and came into the room, a look of shock and horror on his face.
Case jumped off Myra and grabbed the covers as he tried to cover himself up as quickly as possible. The succubus didn’t seem to mind so much. She just gave a bored yawn as she lazily got out of the bed and started to gather up her scattered clothes. Bear’s gaze went to Case, to Myra, to Case, to Myra’s chest, to the set of handcuffs that were still on the bed, to Myra’s chest, to the bite marks on Case, back to Myra’s chest.
“You could have at least called me in so I could watch,” Bear said.
Case opened his mouth to tell him off, then realized Bear was actually serious. The empath’s eyes were dark with desire and he licked his lips as he continued to watch Myra move around the room. Case snorted as he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on. When he turned back, he saw Myra had Bear pinned to the wall, her naked body pressed to his fully clothed one. Her clothes were in a puddle at her feet, discarded as she turned her attention to the empath.
“Are you a virgin, little one?” she asked as she ran her hands up and down his chest.
“Kind of,” Bear hedged, before shooting an embarrassed look over at Case. “I’ve done some stuff though.”
“Stuff,” she echoed with a husky laugh. “Have you ever pinned a female down and buried your cock inside of her? Screwed someone until you could barely walk straight for a day?”
Bear opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, obviously struck dumb by her bluntness. Case couldn’t help but chuckle, it wasn’t everyday someone actually managed to shut Bear up. It was clear the empath had never heard a succubus talk dirty before. There was a reason why they were also known as sex demons. That was the only thing that they craved more than blood. The empath finally gave a slight shake of his head as a red heat came over his cheeks.
She licked him down the length of his throat. “Do you want to do that to me now, little virgin?”
Bear looked over her shoulder, one of his brows cocked, clearly asking for permission. Case just shrugged one shoulder and sank into a nearby chair. He shared females with Joe in the past, so why should it be any different with Bear?
The empath brought his arms around her and put them on her back. His movements were hesitant and timid, like he was terrified of doing something wrong.
Case decided it was his duty to show his little brother the ropes. “Kiss her,” he ordered.
Bear jerked his head in Case’s direction, his eyes wide. He was obviously shocked that not only was his older brother willing to play this game, he was going to lead it. The empath’s lips curled into a wicked smile. Case returned it before mouthing, Kiss her, now. Bear gave a little nod, before he obeyed, slanting his lips down to capture her in a hard kiss.
“Grab her by the ass and pull her to your cock. Feel her heat rubbing against you through your pants,” Case commanded in clipped tones.
Never breaking away from the kiss, Bear slid his hands down her back until they were over her bottom. Gripping the plump white flesh with his fingers, he jerked her forward. The empath groaned before he rocked her against him again.
Case chuckled. “Careful or else you’ll end things before they’ve had a chance to really begin. Kiss her breasts next.”
Bear pulled back enough so he could gaze down at Mrya’s chest. The look he gave her was so full of worship, Case half expected him to get down on his hands and knees and bow down to her. Bear started to feather soft kisses on her breasts, giving each one equal time. She cocked a leg as she arched against him, using two handfuls of his hair as anchors.
“You’re learning fast, little one,” Myra moaned. “That feels so good.”
There was no mistaking the satisfied smirk that passed over the empath’s face. Case smiled himself before issuing the next direction, “Put one of your fingers inside her.”
Case didn’t have the best view, but he knew Bear had followed orders when the succubus jerked and let out a keening wail of pleasure.
“What does she feel like?” Case asked.
“Fab-fricking-tabulous. Can I put two fingers inside her?”
“Yes, but make sure that you use your thumb to rub her clit. They like it when you do that.”
Bear’s arm shifted as he followed Case’s instructions. Myra let out a long moan as she stood up on tiptoe so she could start riding his hand. Again and again, she undulated her hips, going faster as she got closer to the brink. Bear returned to her breasts, taking one of the nipples into his mouth and sucking.
Mrya’s lips were parted, her cheeks flushed with passion as she let out little pants of pleasure. She shifted her hands down to the empath’s shoulders and Case could see her claws digging into his skin. It must have hurt like hell, but Bear didn’t utter one complaint.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “You’re making me come.”
Case knew that she reached her climax when she arched her back even more as she let out a hoarse sob. Bear met his eye over the female’s shoulder and Case gave him an admiring look.
“What was that like?” he asked the empath.
“Great, she’s so hot and wet,” came the strangled reply. Sweat beaded at the temples of Bear’s strained face.
“Wet for you,” Myra purred as she grabbed him by the front of the shirt and led him to the edge of the bed. “Now strip.”

Kiki Howell/Celtic Love Knots Vol. X: Sexual Magic

2008-11-13T15:19:00.000-08:00

Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

At that moment, Caitlyn was relieved that Seana had set everything out already. At least one obstacle had been eliminated. Caitlyn cautiously led him through everything. She had already gone through the process of meditation with him, so that no words would need to be spoken. That way, she could concentrate solely on her private meditation, as he thought of strengthening their future. Caitlyn pulled him into the middle of the circle and down onto his knees facing her.
“Now begin meditating, visualizing our future and relax and begin touching me.” Caitlyn commanded in her professional tone as she placed her hands on either side of his face. She gave him a light kiss, more breathing energy into him than anything else, before closing her eyes and running her hands down over his shoulders feeling the peaks and dips along the ridges of his muscles. She felt his tenseness.
“Relax.” She let her hands fall to his chest. She forced her mind to the task at hand as she reached out to him.
Brent’s hands went slowly to her shoulders mimicking her movements. She felt her breasts tense as his hands dipped slightly. She tried to force comfort through her hands into him to replace his uneasiness because it was effecting her ability to begin her own meditation. His hands were flat-palmed against Caitlyn’s skin. He stopped with the heel of his hand just above her nipples and slowly followed the roundness of her full breasts teasing her untouched nipples that seemed to become erect from desire alone. His touch was always like fire against her skin. Whenever their skin touched, there always seemed to be a light emanating from the sensation, but here in this room connected to the earth as they were on their knees, and connected to each other, Caitlyn thought she could hear the crackle of energy. When he took her nipple into his mouth, she felt the heat throughout her breast. Her lungs tensed, her stomach churned and her pussy moistened as she felt the tight sensation of her nipple hardening to an even more erect state.
Her first reaction was to worry about him and what he was thinking. She consciously focused on the physical feelings and conjured an image of a man in her mind. When his fingers lightly teased Caitlyn’s erect wet nipple as his mouth found her other one, the heat burned through her inhibitions. She stopped worrying about him and gave herself over to the magic. She found her eyes opening to enjoy the sight of her own hands gripping Brent’s chest tightly. As his hands found their way over her ribs, down over the pouch of her stomach and back up again until they bumped back up against the often-neglected underside of her breasts, Caitlyn’s insides became molten. She separated her thighs a little to allow the hot moisture there to mingle with the air.
Brent ran his hands around her back pulling her into an embrace that allowed her breasts to smother his. The familiar smell of his hair caught her as the scent of his sweat moistened skin mingled with the scent of intimacy. The unusual heat of this June had stifled the air. She pulled back when the idea of time began to escape her. Nudging his legs out from under him and shoving them apart, Caitlyn spread her own legs out and placed her thighs over his. She gently scooted closer until she felt Brent’s stiffness fall onto her own moist folds. Inside her opening, muscles pulsated to an urgent ache. She felt his fingers wiggling into her moistness. With a small twist, his fingers gently flicked against her clit and began rubbing the outer edge of her hole. He circled there, increasing his pressure with each round.
“Do you see us?” He whispered the question carried by hot breath into her ear. Caitlyn felt the air quiver against her skin as if thousands of tiny fingers were tapping every inch of her from head to toe.
“Not yet. Do you?” She couldn’t admit to him she had lost the ability of sight to the pleasure of physical sensation.
“It’s too vague. I am not really sure.” Brent pushed two fingers up inside Caitlyn’s ready hole. “Touch me, Caitlyn.”
She wiggled her fingers between them to where his erection lay against the small pouch of her stomach. The entire breadth of his four fingers went again to her clit, coaxing until the hard nub coming out from under its soft hood tingled. A small sensation bordering pain cut through her as he slowly moved the fingers until they were encased within her.
She softly sighed at the welcome intrusion. Lacing the fingers of her hands together, she sheathed his cock. They rocked against one another rhythmically with his balls bumping his knuckles forcing his fingers further into her. She gripped him tighter in response to her own ecstasy. The explosion of a bright bluish-white light blew apart any chance of an image entering her mind. Somehow, oblivious to her, he had gotten his dick inside her. Orgasms began rocking them both as they pushed against each other, stuck to each other nipple to nipple and thigh to thigh. The lights in Caitlyn’s head singed the air in her lungs, shooting flames to her toes. The heat began to relax her muscles. They embraced riding out the last echoes of pleasure.
“I saw us.” His voice seemed to lack the emotion one would think should accompany such a revelation. “Did you?”
Caitlyn opened her eyes and pulled back enough to look at him. She blinked a few times in a confused recognition of his words.
“Ah…no. No, I saw just lights. I think I just saw the energy we created. I couldn’t seem to focus on the actual task at hand.” She blushed and looked down only to see him still inside of her.

Michele Hart/Song of the Muses Book III: No Funny Stuff

2008-11-13T15:16:00.000-08:00

The Wild Rose Press

His smile wicked, he pulled the black T-shirt over his head, exposing every curve of his long, gym-sculpted torso. Just watching his casual strip turned Daisy on immensely. A thousand tingles swamped her in anticipation of his touch.
Drew went to the desk, pulled out a pair of scissors, and began to cut out the neck of his t-shirt, his eyes moving from her to his project and back, teasing.
“What are you doing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He cut up the sides of the shirt, then cut two holes from the back of the shirt collar. “I was a toga-toting warrior seizing the spoils of war last night. Ask me who I am tonight.”
Daisy loved the game. “Who are you tonight?”
Drew returned to stand before her sitting on the bed, the ruined shirt in his fist mounted on blue-jeaned hips, his grin bright. She had to tear her eyes away from the hard muscle of his hairless stomach too close to her lips to keep from lustful thought.
“I’m a superhero.”
She watched him throw the shirt back over his head, pulled the back holes over his hair and laid it over his eyes, creating a sloppy cowl, only the bottom half of his face exposed like Batman’s mask. He tied the remaining t-shirt around the back of his head.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s your superhero name?”
Drew bent over her, pressing her backward onto the bed, his dark eyes through the mask puckish. “I’m the Daisy Plucker.”
Daisy burst into laughter.
He peeled away her jeans, then he crawled up her thighs like a predator, stopped at her hips and straddled her thighs. Daisy felt a stabbing pain in her shoulder. “Ow! There’s something pointy under the mattress.”
Drew tugged her to her feet and patted the mattress, then he lifted it to find nothing, but they could see and feel something inside the mattress when both their weights were applied.
“Odd.” Drew felt along the sides and at the head of the mattress shoved up against the bed headboard. “There’s a cut in the cover.”
She watched him reach through the rip to pull out a small 3-ring binder that probably would’ve gone unnoticed if only one person’s weight pressed upon the mattress. Drew flipped through the binder. “Looks like bookkeeping ledgers. Is this part of the farm’s records?”
“No,” she reported, and pointed to the books atop the roll-top desk. “Those are the farm records.”
“Hmm,” Drew grumbled, examining the pages.
“Maybe it’s his personal accounts. I suppose Dad should have them.”
“Was Russell a bit paranoid, keeping records under his mattress?”
Daisy shrugged.
“Looks like personal records. I’ll find out with a little study. Tomorrow.”
Then Drew tossed the book onto the fur rug, and another naughty smile ripened across his devastatingly handsome face half-shrouded under the makeshift cowl. Her palms itched to touch him so she stroked the hard muscles of his chest. Lightning struck at their contact.
Drew put her back on the bed, stripped himself of those annoying jeans, and he started his predatory crawl over her body again. It felt so naughty, looking at him wearing that silly cowl moving up her body as though he would soon feast upon her in a frenzy.
“Wanna see a demonstration of my superpowers?”
“Over and over again!”
Drew tugged her into a sitting position with him straddling her hips, dishing out more of his bedroom eyes from beneath the improvised mask. He smelled so good, the wood of the room accenting the man-smell of Drew stirring her so. He tugged her blouse over her head, biting his lip and sending pangs through her. With one smooth snap, he unhooked her bra, like a pro. Daisy laughed aloud.
“Superhero trick,” he said, his smile outrageous. Then he pressed her back to the mattress, nibbling a path down her body. Then he went all serious on her.
“Daisy,” he said, his voice sober, his dark eyes fluid with some emotion behind the holes cut from the shirt. “Something’s happened, something I’ve never felt before. It’s not like me to feel this way for a woman, especially so quickly, but I want to follow you everywhere. Your smile does something potent to me. Your touch makes me want more. I know we just met, but...I thought I should tell you. You haven’t left my mind.
“I know I should send you back to your own bedroom at the ranch house, but I want you to stay here tonight…with me.”
Daisy felt it too, a potent magnetism for him, a stronger force than she’d ever known. Drew would die soon, and according to some creepy demon, she was the one to bring it on.
What if she simply never told him of the pregnancy? Would Drew then live longer? Was it just as simple as that, send Drew back to New York and save his life? There was Chuck, unlikely to keep his mouth shut, being a father himself. No one could ever learn of her son’s paternity. Once Chuck got wind, Drew could drop dead.
But would keeping Drew from laying eyes on his son save his life or does the mere existence of his son cost him all? Daisy didn’t know. Keeping Drew here, telling him they would be parents was his certain death.
That is, if it’s true. How trustworthy could a creepy little goblin be?
Drew broke her thought by kissing her passionately, his mouth hungry for her. His arms went under her, possessing her. His hot mouth on hers, seared her.
Daisy lost herself in his masculine scent, against his hard muscle, and beneath his fantastic body filling her with the greatest joy imaginable, and the saddest thing she’d ever felt.
Drew pressed his body into hers, causing her to cast away the despair. The superhero mask turned her on wildly, but mostly because it was Drew beneath it.
Now…Drew was everything.

Shaunta Grimes/Keeper

2008-11-13T15:10:00.000-08:00

Pink Petal Books

Jude pulled her to him, kissed her as he took one of her hands and moved it over his erection. A low growl rumbled out of him as her fingers closed around his shaft. She stroked him from balls to tip, growling back when her womb tightened.
She had to take him into her mouth first. Back in her apartment the prospect had frightened her a little, although not nearly as much as the thought of the anal sex that would cap the night. Now she wanted him in her mouth so badly she couldn’t wait any longer. She looked up into Jude’s face at hunger only she could satisfy. But first she wanted to stoke it, bring it to a roar.
Avery started to go to her knees, her hands sliding down Jude’s hard, tense chest. He caught her wrists and hauled her back up his body. “Not yet. Not yet, Avery. I’ll come too fast.”
She whimpered, pleading at him with her eyes. “My whole body aches, Jude. I have to do something.”
“Take off your panties.” She did as he said, taking an unexpected and out-of-character pleasure in obeying him. “Lay down, Sweetheart. Open your legs for me.”
She couldn’t break his hard, yellow gaze as she lay on her back on the soft quilt, as she opened her knees and exposed herself to Jude in a position so vulnerable she almost couldn’t do it.
“Wider.” Jude sank to his knees in front of her.
She moaned softly and a rush of heat spread from her belly through her whole body. Jude put his hands on her inner thighs as she opened them. Her hips thrust up of their own accord as he brushed his fingers over the most intimate, sensitive part of her body.
Jude slid a finger between the slick folds of flesh. He pushed one finger deep as he leaned forward and grazed his teeth over an erect nipple. Avery planted her feet against the ground and pressed against Jude’s finger, fucking it without shame. Without even the presence of mind to worry about such trivial emotions.
“You’re killing me Avery. You’re so fucking wet. So damn tight.”
“Jude.” She thrust her hips up hard, taking the whole of his finger, her small inner muscles gripping it as he withdrew.
He pressed her thighs, opening her as wide as possible and holding her immobile with his weight. Somehow having him remove the possibility of retreat centered her, cooled the inferno in her blood to something more manageable.
He bent to her. The movement pushed her knees nearly to her shoulders and opened her fully to him. The tip of his tongue touched her clit. The tight bundle of nerves tightened and liquid heat pooled in the pit of Avery’s belly. She cried out when he sucked the nub into his mouth, gently applying pressure until she felt she would burst into flames.
A thousand warring emotions exploded in her. Fear, pain, sorrow, mixed with an intensity of pleasure and love that until now she hadn’t even known existed. She clearly saw Jude fighting for her. For the first time fully understood that he’d worked so hard for so many years to learn how to protect her from this very specific threat.
On some level he had recognized that he’d need to save her. Living with his mother’s addiction had prepared him for this fight. She reached for him, buried her hands in his hair, her fingers curling around the fine strands seeking any level of connection. Her love for him, her pride in him, swelled inside her as his mouth brought her to the edge of climax. “Jude.”
“I need this. I need to make you feel what I feel every time you touch me.” He pressed two fingers deep inside of her and his mouth returned to its work, teasing the small center of what felt like every nerve she possessed. “Come Sweetheart, come for me.”
She arched, her hips bucking up against his mouth, his hands. Her hawk beat wildly against her, whipping the storm within her into a full-fledged fury. Her eyes opened to the sky. The vibrant pink and orange of the setting sun was a perfect compliment to the pure ecstasy pouring through her, out of her, into her from all directions.
Jude released his hold on her legs and they fell limp to the blanket. She looked up at him and tried to focus, tried to regain herself when everything in her demanded that she float away on the waves still crashing against her.
He tugged at her arms, pulling her to her knees as he stood. “Now. Now, Avery, I need you.” She stared for a moment at his cock, directly in front of her face. The head was hugely swollen, the whole of it throbbed, and another thick bead of liquid had formed on the tip. She looked up into his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Sweetheart. Please, open your mouth. Please.”
He begged. Begged for her mouth, begged for her. Avery put her hands on his hips. A slow smile spread over her face. He needed her. The surge of power that knowledge gave her rivaled the pleasure that had just tilted her world. “You’ll have to be patient.”
“Avery.”
“Patience.” She kept her eyes on his face as she cleaned the drop of liquid, drawing it into her mouth as he moaned. Working purely on instinct, she flicked her tongue around the rim of the head, and when he moaned louder she did it again, and again.
Her next move would have been to lick the length of him like candy, but he buried his hands hard in her hair and put her mouth where he needed it. He looked down at her with torment in his cat eyes. She leaned back on her heels, fingers digging into his hips for balance, and opened her mouth.

Savannah J. Frierson/The Beauty Within

2008-11-13T14:48:00.000-08:00

Lulu Press

“Lord…”
Gunnar’s strong hands slid up her back, then down to her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Her body trembled from his touch, and when he added pressure, she moaned.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
He chuckled lightly. “Giving you a massage. I don’t think I’m doing it wrong…”
He wasn’t, and Tyler decided to loosen up and enjoy his ministrations. This was ten times better than the brief experience she’d had of a Gunnar massage in her barbershop that one time, and the fact both were nude only enhanced the experience. He was hard, his length brushing against the outside of her thighs and backside as he moved his hands up her back, and she felt her body turn to jelly with relaxation and arousal.
“How many women have gotten the Gunnar special?” Tyler asked drowsily.
He laughed, working on her shoulders now. “‘The Gunnar special’, huh?”
“Hmm,” she intoned incoherently. She was starting to fall asleep, and the last thing she wanted was him hearing her snore!
“I gave my sister some,” he admitted.
Tyler laughed. “Did you?”
“I needed to practice! And Inge is notorious and brutal with her honesty. She started coming to me whenever she needed one; gave me ten dollars for an hour.”
“How much is this costing me?”
His lips kissed the nape of her neck. “How much is it worth?”
Tyler sighed and stretched, feeling his lips move down the column of her spinal cord. His hands slid along her sides before moving beneath her and cupping her breasts. She felt him slip between her legs as he moved back up her body, and she opened her legs wider instinctively.
“It’s worth this much?” Gunnar asked with an amused tone.
“Don’t tease me,” Tyler begged.
He moved his hand between her legs and played with her, dancing along the puffy, moist nether lips. Tyler undulated her hips in time with his caresses, and she vaguely heard a drawer opening and closing. She was so close to her climax she completely missed the sound of a foil package being torn open, and just as she was about to fall over the edge, he entered her smoothly.
“Fuck.”
“Love,” Gunnar corrected, draping his body completely over hers and kissing her cheek.
Her body shook through her climax and his thrusts, his moans accelerating her arousal again. Her hands stretched over her head and he linked their fingers together, his hips pumping against her behind and his shaft stretching her woman’s channel so wonderfully. Gunnar buried his head in the crook or her neck and made slow love to her, whispering in Norwegian, his breath hot and tantalizing against her skin.
“Baby,” Tyler whined.
“Kjære,” Gunnar whispered, kissing her clavicle.
“Oh…”
He pulled back and slipped out of her, causing her to mew in protest, but he turned her so she rested on her back. His eyes locked with hers, he re-entered her body, both of them moaning low at the reunion.
“I love how you feel surrounding me,” Gunnar said lowly.
“I love you inside me,” Tyler admitted, unable to do nothing but be truthful as he looked at her so intensely, thrust into her so deeply.
Chest met chest as Gunnar framed her face in his hands, dropping kiss after gentle kiss along the planes of her face. Tyler held him close, wrapping her legs around his waist and keeping him in a vice. Soon, Gunnar began twisting his hips, not withdrawing at all, and Tyler’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“You love this,” Gunnar panted, nipping her bottom lip.
“Yes…”
“You love this,” he repeated, thrusting harder than he had in a while.
“Yes!”
“I love this,” he said, slowing back down and rocking his hips. He kissed her forehead. “I love everything about this, Tyler.”
“Gunnar…”
He kissed her, his mouth and eyes open as he mated his tongue with hers. Tyler caressed the angles of his face, the muscles in his arms, neck, and shoulders, and sighed when he pressed his lips over the space where her heart beat.
Suddenly he flipped them over again, this time with him on his back and her on top, and he gave her a wicked smile.
“Ride me.”
Tyler nearly came from his command, her arms nearly too weak to support herself. She braced them on his sweat-slicked chest and closed her eyes, lifting her body off his length slowly before sinking back down even slower.
“Damn.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, and repeated the motion a little faster.
She soon found a slow and steady rhythm, her eyes still closed as she tried to focus to prolong the pleasure. She felt his eyes on her, then his hands as they cupped her breasts. She squeezed his member with her internal muscles when his thumbs thrummed her nipples, followed by his tongue and mouth.
“I’m so close, kjære.”
“Come for me, baby,” Tyler murmured.
“God, Tyler.”
“I want you to come,” she repeated, kissing the tip of his nose. “Come with me, honey.”
“Tyler…”
“Feel me squeeze you,” Tyler said against his cheek before nipping at it.
His hips were furious now, and her breath came in and out in spurts. As before, Gunnar linked their fingers together and kissed the back of her hands before letting out a guttural yell with one final, hard thrust. Tyler’s release came a second after his, and her body collapsed atop his, relishing in another mind-numbing climax.
Gunnar cuddled her close, his mouth skimming her hairline. Tyler drifted her fingers along his collarbone and sternum, her eyes stinging as she was painfully close to tears again. She’d never felt so connected with someone in all her life, and that scared her. What did a person do after experiencing such intense emotions?
“Sleepy,” Gunnar mumbled, bringing her closer.
She nodded, grazing her nose against the pulse point in his neck. Sleep. That actually sounded like an excellent idea.

J. Emberglass/Bedevilled: Book III

2008-11-13T14:46:00.000-08:00

Freya's Bower

A burning sensation made Dean suck in his breath, but gradually, it faded. To Dean, this was wrong on so many levels. He had always wondered why some people preferred same-sex relationships. Sure he’d wondered what being fucked in the ass would be like, but he wasn’t gay. Hell, he realized now that he wasn’t even bi-sexual. He was just plain old Dean Wellern, curious, sometimes easily swayed, lousy at picking up women, and good at landing in trouble—the deep shit kind of trouble.
But…he couldn’t deny that what Rowan was doing to him didn’t feel good. Yes, it both frightened and delighted him, but he still had to know more. Despite his inner whispers that he shouldn’t let Rowan do this to him, that it went against what he believed proper, Dean still needed to know and to experience what he’d always wondered about. Where was his willpower? Better yet, what the hell had happened to his coordination?
He drew on the very last thread of his strength, and with a urgent, frantic surge, he rose up slightly.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Rowan lay across his back, his movement forcing his cock another inch into Dean’s ass. “You will be seduced by the Bedevilled, and you are mine.”
Dean gasped, struggled, and let out a pain-filled, startled cry as Rowan bit down on his opposite trap muscle. Blood coursed down his chest, around his collarbone, and dripped on to the drying patch that had soaked into the silky sheets earlier. Rowan began sucking Dean’s life fluid from the wound and, inch by erotic inch, his cock filled Dean up.
“Ungh!” Dean stiffened, his entire body convulsed. The passage that he’d always believed to be a one-way street, screamed with fiery pain, but gradually, the pain ebbed, and a mind-blowing electrical current pulsed throughout his body, his penis so hard it throbbed where his body pressed it into the bed. He groaned, the sound betraying him, and Rowan stopped drinking from him long enough to chuckle in his ear.
“I’m going to fuck you, Mr. Wellern, fuck you until you don’t know where you end and I begin.”
“Ungh,” Dean moaned again.
“Oh, you’ll do more than just moan.” Slurping the blood that oozed from the fang punctures, Rowan added, “You will never be the same again.” With that, he latched onto the offended muscle and bit down, creating yet another set of puncture wounds.
Dean cried out, his body spasmed, and he realized that Rowan Headman did, in fact, possess a venomous bite. Languor swirled through Dean’s bloodstream, and a high unlike anything he’d ever experienced before consumed his entire body. Rowan continued to drink; he sucked harder, drew upon Dean’s blood as if starved. Dean collapsed against the mattress, his face half-smothered in the sheet. Beneath his body, his rod thumped so hard, needed to spew his seed, yet he didn’t come, couldn’t come. One of Rowan’s tall, pointed ears brushed his face, and vaguely, Dean became aware of snarls and growls. Euphoria blew through Dean on a wave of sensation so intense that he nearly blacked out. His body jerked again and, at that moment, Rowan’s cock began moving back and forth inside Dean’s ass.
Shutting his eyes, Dean abandoned every inhibition, every warning that his brain screamed. Tentatively, he pushed back and met one of Rowan’s thrusts.
Rowan released the damaged trap muscle, and a pleasured sound burst from him, followed by laughter, loud and almost obscene in the quiet chamber. He moved a little faster. Dean grimaced at the friction against his anus muscle, but that faded too. Soon, he met each of Rowan’s short pushes with vigor.
“Please,” he said.
“Yes.” Rowan grunted. “Fuck me back, slave.”
“I want more.” Dean couldn’t help it. He tried, but the feelings sliding through his body on demon toxin and faerie wine defeated everything else that mattered, whether in mind, body, or spirit. Lightning coursed through his veins, delirium ruled over his brain, and from his waist down, sensation screamed in every nerve ending.
Rowan sank his cock fully into Dean’s ass. He lay still for a moment, allowing Dean’s body to adjust, their breathing ragged, excited.
“I want to come,” groaned Dean. He gripped the sheets, balling his fists until he thought his knuckles might shatter into a shower of white bone and red spray.
Red like a floozy’s garter, red as ketchup, red as a warning label…
“I…I can’t,” Dean gasped, “take much more.”
“You’ll endure it for eternity if I deem it so,” said Rowan. He pulled back, his penis slick, sliding easily now. He thrust forward. Dean cried out and clenched the sheets harder, clenched them until he gasped at the pain in his fingers, his dick full of both agony and pleasure. In and out, Rowan moved faster, more urgently, the skin of his hips slapping against the flesh of Dean’s ass.
Somewhere deep in a dark, cobwebbed corner of Dean’s mind, he knew he’d regret Rowan’s seduction, knew that for the rest of his life he’d experience remorse for this one moment, but the high he rode upon felt unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Just this once, he’d be naughty, try something new…satisfy his curiosity, and oh, how satisfying it was to do just that.
“Please,” he begged. “More!”
Rowan slammed against his ass, his thrusts quick, sharp, piercingly hot. Meeting every one, Dean smothered his cries of ecstasy against the mattress.
“Come for me, Mr Wellern,” said Rowan.
The ache within his balls and at the base of his spine exploded into Dean’s cock and rocketed to the tip of it. The cum surged out of it, its sticky heat spreading between his belly and the soft bed. Dean shouted, bucking his ass as Rowan spewed himself into him, the master’s sounds of climax eerily animal-like, otherworldly.
Darkness danced at the edges of Dean’s vision.

Raine Delight/Devon Falls: Red Hot Magic

2008-11-13T14:38:00.000-08:00

Aspen Mountain Press

He waited until she pointed to the door leading out of the kitchen. Raven couldn’t talk, much less breathe as she pointed him to her bedroom. It was never like this with anyone else and she couldn’t believe how electrified she felt! She sighed in delight as his arms tightened at the sight of her bedroom…all ready for some serious love play, with a love swing in one corner and the silk scarves on her bed in addition to the mirror right behind the headboard. She heard the door slam shut with ra rousing bang!
She looked at her bedroom with new eyes; instinctively she knew she was waiting for this man in her heart.
“Wow sweetness, you are my kind of woman you know that?” He said as he laid her down on the bed making her aware at the strength radiating inside him. He was whipcord strong, she saw the cords in his arms flex as he leaned over her to nibble on her lips. She was trying to figure out the feeling she saw in his eyes but before she could puzzle it out, he was whipping out the silk scarves and tying her hands to either bedpost.
Shocked yet aroused green eyes looked into passionate blue ones as he tightened the scarves to just a degree where they didn’t hurt her but kept her immobile.
As he slid his hands down either side of her, they brushed the under swell of her breasts and the nipples puckered up even more. She felt them aching for a touch, a lick, anything he would give her before the night is through.
Smiling, he tugged at the pointed nipple thru her dress. With each tug, she was gasping in delight. As she felt the answering tug deep in her loins, she was soon wishing for something more from him. He slid his palms under the top of her dress. Soon it was yanked down to expose her aching full breasts to his aroused gaze.
He was drowning in need. When he saw those perfect globes with the cherry tipped nipples, Jean-Claude fought the need to bury deep inside her and come hard and fast. The nipples were big and pointed with her excitement, they begged for his touch yet he took his time and made sure to tease her with feather light caresses all over. Soon, he had her whimpering as need raced through them and he could not deny himself a taste any longer.
Raven arched as his lips settled over one nipple while his hand played with her other. Sensations raced through her, passionate and erotic, she closed her eyes to give herself over to his masterful touches. He licked, sucked and tugged at her nipples, alternating between them both. Moaning her body was a withering mass of need and wanting, with her juices soaking her panties, the scent of her passion rising in the air, her control melted like chocolate on a hot burner.
“My god, you are exquisite. I need you so much yet I don’t want to rush anything.” Jean-Claude said as he slid the dress over her hips groaning at the soaked thong she was wearing. He inhaled, the scent of her juices rose into his lungs, filling him with lust and love. With her thigh high stockings and shoes still on, he was aware at how tremulous his control remained. It was almost painful as his erection strained to get free and sink into her hot, wet core. Yet he waited and slowly shrugged his shirt off and tried to calm his raging desire.

Michelle Cary/Some Kind of Hero

2008-11-13T14:33:00.000-08:00

Samhain Publishing

He rose from the bed and strode toward her, the little black flogger dangling seductively from one hand. “Do you like being spanked, Jordan?”
How was she supposed to answer that question? If she admitted it turned her on and he wasn’t into it, then she ran the risk of losing him before they ever had a chance to start anything. Not that she had a chance in hell for a real relationship with a guy like him, but even if she didn’t, the last thing she wanted was for what little time they’d have together to end so quickly. “I…I forgot that was in there,” she replied, instead of answering his question.
He moved closer, reaching around her with the flogger. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you like to be spanked?”
Before she could answer, the cool sting of leather bit into her ass. Her lips parted on a gasp as her head tilted up and her eyelids drifted shut, relishing the sharp bite of pain she hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. There was something seductive, hedonistic even, about mixing pain with pleasure.
“I think I have my answer,” he whispered against her ear, his words thick with desire. “Do you want me to do it again?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Even though she expected it, the sting still caught her off guard. It was harder than the first hit and pulled an “oh” from her as her hands came to rest on his shoulders for balance. He nibbled along her bottom lip, his tongue licking at the corner where her top and bottom lip met.
“Like that?” he whispered against her cheek.
“Yes.”
“You’re such a naughty girl.” This time the flogger made a whooshing sound before the tassels bit into her flesh, causing her to moan. “More?”
Her eyes still closed, she nodded. He lifted a finger to her chin. “Open your eyes, honey.”
She did and saw a mix of raw desire and trepidation staring back at her. Despite her earlier fears, there wasn’t any doubt in her mind he was into what he was doing to her, even if he did seem a bit unnerved by it.
“If I hurt you, tell me and I’ll stop.”
“O…okay,” she managed to squeak, while wondering just what it was she’d done to earn the privilege of being with such a wonderful and caring man.
He took her by the hand and slowly led her to the bed, where she climbed onto on all fours, her ass exposed to him and anticipation knotting in her stomach.
“Fuck, Jordan, you’re so amazing.” The whip came down a fourth time, stinging her skin, and she was sure he was leaving her ass red.
“You’re beautiful, sweet and caring.” A delicious nip of pain mixed with his words and ripped a sob from her throat as her eyes began to fill with tears.
“You put others’ needs before your own.” Another loud smack echoed in the room, burning at her flesh.
“Yet you’re naughty and wanton behind closed doors.” Still another lash from the flogger licked over her skin and between her thighs, kissing her pussy with a wicked sting. “You’re every man’s perfect woman.”
“Derek, please—” Her plea turned into a gasp of slow building need as the flogger contacted her skin yet again. She couldn’t take it anymore, between all the wonderful things he was saying about her and the fire burning deep in her belly, ignited by the sting of the flogger, she was ready to explode.
He trailed the flogger lightly along her back, letting the soft leather brush over her skin. “What is it you want, sweetheart?”
“I need to feel you,” she begged.
One last prickle of pain registered against her flesh, then the bed sank beneath her. Several long seconds passed as she listened to the tear of foil and the sounds of him sheathing himself. Then he was there, pushing against her channel as his cool hands soothed her burning skin. When he finally breached her opening, she let loose a cry as he buried himself deep inside. Her channel clamped down around his shaft and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped as he pumped in and out of her pussy.
“Harder,” she ordered, not realizing she’d even given the command until she heard a low growl from him in response. She pushed back, feeling a strong hand wrap around her waist and pull her against him. Faster, harder, deeper he pumped, until Jordan simply couldn’t hold on any longer. Her orgasm rolled over her like a runaway train. She screamed, drowning out his groan as he buried his cock deep inside her and held her tight against him.
Jordan dropped to the bed, her head resting on the pillow as he collapsed against her back, his ragged breath against her ear. “You astound me,” he said, while dropping feather-light kisses over her neck and shoulder. His hand trailed up and down her back, gently brushing over her skin before coming back to rest on her ass. The cool feel of his flesh against hers soothed the fire still burning there.

L.E. Bryce/Aneshu

2008-11-13T13:42:00.000-08:00

Phaze Publishing

“You look like a prince.”
Aneshu honored the compliment with a smile. “It must be the wine that makes me seem so.”
“My eyes don’t deceive me.”
“And my eyes perceive a fetching blush on your cheeks, and my ears discern the faintest lisp.” So saying, Aneshu gently took the cup from Elami’s hand and set it aside. “My dear, you never lisp unless you’re onstage or drunk. Do you truly want me to have to carry you home?”
Elami leaned against him, turning his head so his lips grazed Aneshu’s cheek. In the morning his kiss would be stale, but now it tasted of wine and warmth. “Would you, dear?”
“No, but I’ll put you to bed.”
Hands busily explored his chest, toying with the silver pectoral hanging there. “Yes, you will.”
Aneshu found Tydu and politely took his leave, leading Elami down the stairs into the street, lit for the occasion with scores of bright lanterns. They returned to a house alive with celebration, for Tahrun had somehow scraped together enough money to afford a modest feast. Merash, a tipsy understudy clinging to his neck, offered an encouraging wink.
Elami allowed Aneshu to remove his sandals and garland, but resisted all efforts to get him to lie down. Seizing Aneshu by the collar, he pulled him forward into a long, eager kiss.
“You’ve been drinking,” said Aneshu.
“So have you, love. I still know what I want.”
Aneshu pulled away long enough to close the door and remove his garland and jewelry before returning to the bed. There’s no harm in it. We would have ended the evening like this anyway. He knelt passively on the mattress so Elami could kiss him, undo his robe, and move down to his chest. When Elami lapped at his nipples, he sighed and lay back.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
Elami teased him a moment longer before responding, “Your cock.”
Alcohol lent a fuzzy aura to the encounter, a lassitude in which Aneshu was content to let Elami take control of their lovemaking. “However you want it,” he said.
Elami peeled back the robe, lifted it away, and tossed it aside. Tucking a cushion behind his head, Aneshu sat up to watch Elami’s skilled fingers play over the bulge in his loincloth; the friction of linen and warm flesh rubbing against his cock made him groan. Even intoxicated, Elami knew his craft, knew how to slide his fingertips along the edge of a man’s loincloth and tease until the man in question, frustrated by desire, tore the fabric away and guided his cock into a mouth that eagerly accepted it.
A mouth that thoroughly enjoyed its work, that knew how to seize control even when all his partner wanted to do was thrust and come. Elami could nibble at the tip, licking the crown where the foreskin peeled back, suck a man’s balls until he felt ready to burst from that stimulation alone, or take a man to his very root. For a man he liked, Aneshu knew, he would do it all, taking his time, deriving as much pleasure in giving as the one who received his attention.
Aneshu, his legs splayed, relaxed against the wall, fingers twined in Elami’s hair, torn between watching his cock sliding in and out of Elami’s wet mouth and closing his eyes to let the sensation take him. Both options offered exquisite pleasure, especially as Elami could draw out their lovemaking for a long time.
“Elami,” he grunted, “take off your clothes. I want to see your ass.”
Even this act assumed erotic grace. Elami slowly stripped, running his hands over his body, lingering on his nipples and erect cock before crawling back onto the bed. Once again Aneshu fed him his cock while leaning forward to caress his taut, rounded ass and finger him.
Elami released him. “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked huskily.
“I want to come.”
Nothing more. Elami could have him however he wished, in his ass or mouth. Either way would feel good.
Elami brought oil. After thoroughly coating Aneshu’s cock, he offered the jar and then his ass. “Make me ready.”
Aneshu, ignoring the throbbing need in his groin, slicked his finger with oil and slowly pushed it inside his lover, moistening the way. Three times he did it, even as Elami spread himself wider and groaned. An invitation to take him from behind, the position he liked best, but alcohol and the day’s exhaustion made Aneshu too sluggish to rise up onto his knees. “Turn around and sit on my lap so I can watch you.”
“I thought you wanted to watch my ass.” Even now, at the height of his desire, Elami pouted prettily, but he complied, slowly easing himself onto Aneshu’s cock. Aneshu waited until he was fully sheathed, then seized Elami about the waist and began to thrust.
As Elami flexed his body and let his head fall back, Aneshu kissed his throat, licked his nipples, and enjoyed the feel of Elami’s cock grazing his belly. Moisture leaked from its tip. Elami needed no assistance to achieve climax. Like any well-trained catamite, he knew his body intimately enough to see to his own needs.
Aneshu clenched his teeth, burying his face in Elami’s shoulder as he shuddered and came. Elami cried out, then slumped forward. They remained entwined, briefly dozing off in a sweaty, sticky tangle before stirring again. Usually Aneshu did not linger when he was done making love. Either he got dressed and left or, if the bed was his own, evicted his partner, but over the past year he had become accustomed to Elami’s presence, and even craved it.
Aneshu felt Elami move, heard him mumble something which he did not catch. It did not matter. Their lovemaking brought a satisfactory end to the best day they had known in more than two years.

P.A.. Brown/L A Mischief

2008-11-13T13:20:00.000-08:00

Bristlecone Pine Press

“Mulholland?”
David leered at him. “We're going to run out of gas soon.”
“Oh really.” In response he lay his head on David's shoulder where he could smell David's clean, unique scent, felt his warm breath and the pulse that beat under his chin. He snuggled his hand between David's thighs. David murmured his pleasure.
“Ah, here's the spot.” David pulled the car over onto the side of Mulholland Drive, facing toward city center.. A sea of lights from the downtown towers greeted them. The normally brilliant lights were augmented by Christmas lights Neither made any move to get out of the car. Chris seemed mesmerized by the scene.
David glanced at them, but his attention was on Chris. He always marveled at how he could go from smooth sophisticate who would have been at home with stars and the next minute show a child-like wonder at something as simple as a display of lights.
Eventually Chris turned his head to find David watching him. He smiled and nuzzled David's throat, feeling the rasp of new beard growth.
“You taste good,” he murmured. He felt the rumble of David's laughter through his lips.
“We're supposed to be enjoying the light show.”
“Oh I am.” He nipped and sucked on warm skin.
Overhead a helicopter played a search light out on the ground below it. David watched it circle. How ironic if he and Chris were caught up here by a patrol car. That would look good on his jacket. He closed his eyes as Chris burrowed his hand between his legs, stroking his growing hardness.
“I can tell,” he said, a little breathlessly.
Chris spoiled the mood by issuing a jaw cracking yawn. David immediately turned the Escape back on and headed down toward Silver Lake.
But at the door Chris wasn't ready to call it a night. “Want a nightcap?”
“I shouldn't...”
“Doesn't have to be alcohol. I've got juice. Coffee.” He almost said Me, but didn't want to scare David off.
David looked thoughtful. Then he nodded. “Sure, a coffee would be nice.”
With the coffee on they stood side by side over the sink. Chris got out mugs, his flavored cream and spoons. When he offered to nuke a couple of blueberry muffins David shook his grizzled head. “Not for me.”
Chris kept throwing glances at David, studying his all too familiar face.
“You were the best looking guy there tonight.”
“Hardly.”
“Sure you were.” Chris turned to face David, close enough to see the pores on his rough skin. “You never want to believe how sexy you are.” He reached up and loosened the clasp of his tie – no LAPD cop worth his badge wore anything but clip on ties – why give the bad guys a way to hang you – and slid his fingers over the crisp pale blue shirt front. Suddenly his roving fingers stopped moving. He began to undo the buttons, splaying the edges open.
He stared at the leather harness hugging David's broad, furred chest. He swallowed against a sudden rush of desire. His gaze went to meet David's.
“You wore that all night?”
“Yes,” David whispered.
Chris traced the outline of the chest strap, knowing it had been there all night, while David danced and laughed with his fellow cops. Knowing Chris would find it later and...
“Why?” Chris pushed the jacket off his shoulders and began to feverishly unbutton the shirt. He came up against the shoulder holster with David’s service weapon. “Get that off.”
David obeyed and drew his breath in when Chris dragged his shirt off and tackled his dress pants.
“Did you put...you did.”
David's thick cock filled the leather cock ring, expanding, the blood trapped by the strap, prolonging his erection. The pulse leaped in his throat and turned his groan into a hiss as Chris's fingers slipped past his balls to stroke the soft flesh behind them.
Then Chris said something David never expected to hear from him.
“I want to fuck you, David.”
“What?” He should have objected, should have flat out said no, he didn’t do that, but something stilled his words. All except, “Why?”
“I want to be inside you. I want to feel my cock in your ass. So perfect...” He muffled a groan as David's cock responded to his words and swelled, jerking in Chris's hand. He closed his eyes while he pushed the foreskin back, exposing his fat mushroom-shaped head. “I can tell. You want it too. Say yes.”
David thrust against the finger probing into his hole. He'd never let another man do that. Had barely ever considered it. But the fevered part of his mind still capable of thought wanted to yield, to surrender to the invasion for the first time – with this man. With Chris.
“Yes,” he hissed and rammed his mouth down on Chris's.
They fought their way out of the kitchen, but never made it anywhere near the stairs toward the bedroom. In front of the window overlooking the Christmas lights of Silver Lake they tore each other's clothes off. David bent over the leather chair in front of the granite coffee table. Chris gripped his hips with iron fists.
Hoarsely he said, “Hang on.”
He fell to his knees on the carpet behind David and parted his cheeks, his tongue unerringly slamming home, coating his hole with saliva and probing it with fingers lubricated with David’s own pre-come. Then he slid the tip of his cock past the tight sphincter and pushed home.
Sharp pain assaulted David’s ass, but quickly turned to burning heat, then liquid fire.
Chris leaned over and bit David’s neck, hot words of love and lust mingled with moans until they were both reduced to gasping, shattered wordless cries.
David felt Chris released the strap of the cock ring and let go, exploding inside him at the same time his hand found and jerked David to orgasm.

Cornelia Amiri/Druid Quest

2008-11-13T10:26:00.000-08:00

Awestruck E Books

She pulled the tartan back and eased down on his sleeping furs. Her body molded to his as she curled up behind him. Her stomach and abdomen pressed against his smooth back, her arms outlined his. Fully nude, her body tingled with the need for his touch. She burned with want of her lover, her mate.
Sulwen knew he had awakened when he hoarsely rasped, "Are you a dream?"
"Nay ‘tis me in the flesh. I have come to lay with you on what may be our last night together in this life."
Rhys reached out and hugged her to him. The warmth of his firm body sparked a jolt of heat, pulsating through Sulwen. He rose over her and pressed his lips against her mouth. She curled her slender fingers under his firm chin. His skin was warm against her fingertips as she slid them down his neck and over his gold torc. Her breath quickened, close to panting. Heat spread through every fiber of her being. Every inch of her flesh had to touch him, now.
She ran her hands down his muscular back and clung tightly as she pressed her lips hard against his, needing more of him. He returned her kiss with the hunger of ages, and the fire in her leapt. Their lips twisted together. Her heart hammered. The tugging jerk of his mouth drove her mad. Her mind exploded. Like a burning flame, Sulwen needed more of Rhys to feed her fire.
Her hands roamed across the plane of his naked back as his palms slid over her flesh. The wet, moist place between her legs throbbed, burned, took control. She needed Rhys inside her. Now.
She pulled to her left, holding him tight. He turned with her so she now lay on top. Sulwen pushed up into a sitting position so she could gaze at his fully swollen sex, rock hard and erect like a lone standing stone betwixt his muscular thighs. Sulwen’s finger danced down the firm, soft length. Like magic his phallus grew larger at her touch.
Wrapping her fist around the hard flesh, she slid her hand up and down as she stared at the beauty of Rhys’s long stone. She moved her hand faster. Rhys let out a low groan.
Sulwen drew in a sharp breath. Bending her head down, she kissed the mushroom tip of his hard arousal. Opening her mouth, she slid it down his erection until he was fully inside. The flesh was hot and smooth. It tasted musky, delicious. She slid her mouth up and down, worshiping his phallus stone.
The moist place between her legs throbbed. Her eyes darted to his face. His lids were half closed as she drove him to a frenzy. He burst in her mouth. With the tangy taste of his juices on her tongue, she slid her lips off his sex.
Gazing at his moist phallus, she straddled his muscular thighs. Sulwen lowered her sex onto the top of his. She wrapped her hand around his sex. The muscle hardened beneath her fingertips and enlarged at her touch. Tenderly, her hand guided him inside until she covered him, like a mound of earth over a standing stone.
Sulwen's pelvis swung back and forth as she drew him in then rocked forward, matching his hard thrusts. Leaning her head back, a squeal of pleasure escaped her lips. She bounced upon him in an unbridled ride of wild pleasure. Her sex squeezed, twisted, and ground his powerful flesh. Burning up in a wild fire, she quickened the pace. Breathless pants turned to rapt shrieks as she burst into a million red-hot sparks.
In one fluid motion, Rhys flipped her over so she lay beneath him. He drove into her heated core. Each jab struck Sulwen with the power of a lightening bolt. She crossed her long legs against his back and thrust forward with all her might. Rhys moaned in ecstasy. Sweat beaded his brow. Flaming, burning, Sulwen exploded like the volcano on the Isle of Man, covered with sweat, yet satisfied and well loved.

Nadia Aidan/Bad Boy in Brooks Brothers

2008-11-13T10:21:00.000-08:00

Cobblestone Press

“Let go of me so I can get dressed.” And so that I can get away from you.
“These guys are all jerks and losers. I mean, what is it that appeals to you?”
She stiffened at the deprecation she heard in his voice. A chill settled over her. She was so tired of doing this with him. He used her taste in men as the perfect foil. They’d spent years dancing around his real problem with her, but today it seemed they were going to get to the bottom of why he hated her, and she welcomed it. Maybe once he said his piece, he would finally leave her alone.
“Go ahead and say it, Ashton. You’ve been dying to for years.”
A puzzled look crossed his face. “What—”
“Just say it. Admit it. You can’t stand my relationship with Olivia.” Her body trembled with anger as she shouted at him. He made her face her greatest insecurity—that she would never grow comfortable with the new life she’d built. That she would always be awkward in her own skin. She couldn’t go back to her old life, but she didn’t quite belong in the one she now had either. Ashton was the living, breathing embodiment of what her new life represented. When she was around him, she felt the differences between them so strongly. Even though he wasn’t to blame for her own insecurities, she still resented him for who he was.
“You’ve always hated that we were so close because you think I am an embarrassment to both her and you—your entire family even. Admit it. You’re embarrassed by me.”
He shook his head, his expression incredulous. “That—”
“You hate what I represent,” she shouted, cutting him off. “And you hate the men that I choose because you consider them a direct reflection of me.”
He stared down at her as if she were insane. “No. I hate the men you choose because they are not a reflection of you.”
“Well, I am attracted to who I’m attracted to, so let it go,” she said, her tone belligerent. “You’re not my father, so you don’t get to voice your opinion about the men I date.”
His nostrils flared. “I fail to see what attracts you to these idiots. These are not good guys, Nikki.”
She curled her lips into a mocking smile. “Good?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she said the word. She shook her head. “I don’t do good guys, Ashton. There is nothing about a good, safe, straight-laced, uptight, preppy guy that appeals to me. Nothing.” She glanced down, noting he still held her arm. She shot him a pointed glare. “Let go of me.”
He stiffened as if her words had just registered in his brain. “What do you mean by that?”
Nikki ignored the menace she heard in his voice and sidestepped the question she knew he was asking. “Let go of me so that I can get dressed should be pretty clear—”
“You think I’m good, don’t you? You think I am all those things—what did you say? Ah, yes—safe, straight-laced, uptight, preppy. That’s me.” His eyes narrowed to angry slits. “You think?”
She stilled when she heard the subtle challenge in his question. The temperature in the room seemed to plunge in a matter of seconds as Ashton’s gaze raked over her. She shivered as wariness settled into her gut.
Desire burned in the depths of his gaze as it leisurely swept over her bared body. Her body trembled. She dragged in a shaky breath, trying to still the fluttering beat of her heart. Something inside him had changed in the span of moments, and it both terrified and excited her.
A wicked smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “You have no idea what type of man I really am, because if you did you would—”
She barely registered that he’d dropped her dress until he lifted his now free hand to trace the outline of her bottom lip with his thumb. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks, and warm, wet liquid seeped from her pussy. She stifled a moan as he continued to stroke her mouth.
“I w—would w—what?” she managed to stammer out when he didn’t finish. “If I knew what kind of man you really were, I would what?” she repeated, proud that she didn’t sound like an idiot this time.
His fingers skimmed across her cheek and settled beneath her chin, tilting her head back.
Embers of desire flickered in the depths of his turquoise eyes, and a lazy smile spread across his face as he held her gaze. He lowered his head but stopped within inches of her face, letting his lips hover above her mouth as if he were teasing her.
“You would run,” he whispered before he captured her mouth with his lips in a searing kiss.

Melanie Atkins/Emily's Nightmare

2008-11-13T10:02:00.000-08:00

Cobblestone Press

A smile twinkled in his eyes as he lowered his head and recaptured her mouth.
The pure carnality of his kiss sent desire pulsing through her. A strange new warmth spread into her limbs, a liquidity she hadn’t experienced with Mike or any other man. Not that there had been that many. She fisted her hand in Cutter’s cotton shirt.
This was so wrong. Cutter wasn’t going to Sex Crimes, but he was still a cop. She’d vowed to keep her distance from all of the boys in blue to preserve her job and reputation.
She put her hands on his chest to push him away, but he held her tight and deepened the kiss. Her resolve dissipated in a heady swirl of passion as their tongues tangled in a dance as old as time. Instead of running, Emily molded herself to him. He was hard where she was soft. All angular muscle, brawn, and steamy testosterone.
He slid his hands to her buttocks and lifted her so that his steely arousal nestled in the damp cleft between her legs. She gasped at the unexpected contact.
“I want you so goddamned much,” he said, his breath hot and wet on her ear. “Right here, right now.”
“God, Cutter.” Passion streaked through her, weakening her defenses as he let her slowly slide down his body until she stood on shaky legs. All her inhibitions melted in a puddle at her feet.
He peeled off her jacket. She clung to him, her heart pounding wildly. He took off her sidearm and dragged off her tank top. Cool air bathed the tops of her breasts. He grinned and plucked at her nipples through the sheer white lace of her bra.
“I’ve always wanted to touch you,” he said, his words gruff with desire. He slid the straps of the garment off her shoulders and helped her out of it. Then his hands and mouth were on her tender skin; the heat of his suckling sent moisture dripping down her thighs.
She shoved his jacket off his shoulders and grappled with the hem of his shirt.
“Whoa, there.” He laughed softly as he caught her hands. “Slow down.”
He pulled off his shoulder holster and put it on the counter. Then he stripped off his shirt. Emily ran her fingers through his crisp chest hair and a searing, primal yearning spiraled through her. Her stomach tightened.
She reached for his belt buckle, and he wrestled with hers. In seconds they were both naked and his hot hands cupped her bare backside. He lifted her up onto the smooth countertop. The shock of the cool marble beneath her bottom made her gasp. Before she could gather her senses, he pulled up a barstool, straddled it with his naked thighs, and spread her legs. Then he plunged his tongue inside her.
“Oh. My. God.” A convulsion wracked her, and she slid her fingers into his soft hair to keep from vaulting off the counter. She continued to quiver as he made love to her with his mouth. Kissing and slurping. Sucking on her most sensitive flesh. She’d never felt so wanton. So wild. So cherished.
The telephone jangled, startling her. She jerked and tried to pull away.
He raised his head. “Let it ring.”
“No.” The world came crashing back, and heat flooded Emily’s cheeks. She was going to be late for work.
Cutter rose and kissed her as the phone continued its frantic plea. The musky taste of her own body flooded through her, along with a fresh spear of passion.
“Loosen up, Em,” he murmured, kicking the stool out of the way. “You can call in when we finish.”
“But what if they—”
He jerked her to the edge of the counter. “Don’t think about it.”
To her relief, the phone stopped its frantic pealing. She gasped as Cutter lifted her knees and pressed the swollen tip of his engorged penis against her heated tissues.
“I’ve gotta have you. Now.”
“God, Cutter. We shouldn’t—” She held her breath as he pushed inside her, stretching her tender flesh. He was hot and thick, and it hurt. A whimper escaped her. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and held on tight.
“You can take me,” he whispered, holding her thighs wide with his callused hands. He never stopped his relentless push. “Just relax, honey.”
Relax. The word echoed in her head as she clutched his sweaty shoulders. This was John Cutter, the man she’d cursed only moments ago. Now she was hyper aware of his warm, musky scent, the slickness of his mouth, the searing heat of his shaft. And she was hungry for him to come inside of her.
The second he sheathed himself to the hilt, the world tilted. Stars burst behind her eyes. He held her buttocks in a vice grip as he began to move, pistoning in and out, the feeling like nothing she’d ever known. She sailed up, up and over herself, her heart pounding, sweat pouring off her sex-slicked body, her raging emotions making her beg for more.
Cutter obliged. And just when she thought she would come apart, the sky unraveled and her mind shattered into a million tiny fragments. She cried out Cutter’s name over and over again as he exploded within her, his loud cry of triumph mingling with hers and reminding her they were still two people, not one. They rocked back and forth for a long time, until they gradually stilled. Tears rolled down her cheeks as he held her tight, their bodies joined, for what seemed like hours.
Finally, their damp flesh cooled, and Emily became away of the icy marble beneath her thighs. She shivered.
“Cold?” Cutter asked, his deep voice raw with emotion.
She nodded. Talking was out of the question.

Endless Romance Contest Rules and Information

2008-09-21T11:33:00.000-07:00

Eligibility

*Excerpts must be a “love scene” or “sex scene” only, not to exceed 1,000 words in length.
*Excerpt may be from any e-book or print book published between October 14, 2007
and October 13, 2008 (contest entry deadline).
*Self-published as well as traditional published entries shall be accepted.
*Excerpt must be the original work of Author(s) and entered into contest by the Author(s) only. javascript:void(0)
*All excerpts must be published in English.
*There is NO CHARGE for entering this contest.
*No entry shall be accepted before Midnight EST September 22, 2008 or after Midnight EST October 13, 2008.
*Midnight Seductions Authors, Employees of Talking Two Lips, or Topaz Promotions (paid or volunteer) may not enter.
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*Entry forms, rules and information documents, judges scoring sheets, etc. may be saved to your computer from this site or downloaded from the file section of The Midnight Seductions Authors Yahoo Group at
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*No more than 75 entries shall be accepted for consideration.
*One entry per author(s) only. Excerpts by two or more authors will be accepted, but must be listed on one entry form and shall be considered as one entry. Entries are not
exclusive to “single title” books and may be from an anthology, collection, or volume.
*Midnight Seductions Authors, Employees of Talking Two Lips Reviews and Topaz Promotions (paid or volunteer) are excluded from entering.
*Love Scene/Sex Scene excerpts only. Any level of sex (heat level) accepted. Any genre accepted, and may include: m/f, m/m, f/f, m/f/m, f/m/f, quads, etc.
*We will not accept excerpts containing: forced sex, beastiality, pedophilia, sex involving minors, incest, necrophilia, golden showers or defecation. At the contest coordinator’s discretion any excerpt deemed inappropriate may be removed from consideration.
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*Excerpt must the original work of Author(s).
*Judges shall score entries based solely on the criteria listed on scoring sheet.
*Upon entry, all excerpts shall be assigned a number prior to judging. No judge
shall know the identity of any Author(s) prior to posting for the Reader’s
Choice portion of contest.
*The judging portion of the contest shall begin on October 15, 2008 and end on November 10th, 2008.
*Judges shall include individuals chosen by Talking Two Lips Reviews and Midnight Seductions Authors.
*The Reader’s Choice portion of the contest shall begin on November 17th and
End on December 8th, 2008 at Midnight EST.
*For the purpose of Reader’s Choice, each entry shall be posted to the Endless Romance Reader’s Choice Blogsite along with cover art and one author link. By entering this contest, author gives permission to Midnight Seductions Authors, Talking Two Lips Reviews, and Topaz Promotions to post excerpt to the blogsite(s) and website(s), promote as needed, allow excerpt to be displayed on site(s) as long as deemed necessary by contest officials as well as to use author(s) name/excerpt for promotional purposes the following contest year.
*Permalinks for each entry shall be emailed to the author prior to the opening of the Reader’s Choice portion of the contest.
*Authors are encouraged to promote their excerpts for voting purposes.
*Thirty percent (30%) of the votes received for each excerpt during the Reader’s Choice portion of the contest shall be added to the judge’s scores to ascertain the
three winning selections.
*Winning Places shall be determined by the order of the three top scoring excerpts.
*At the contest coordinator’s discretion honorable mentions may be listed as well.
*All questions concerning contest entries/rules should be emailed to Tess MacKall
at endlessromancecontest@gmail.com
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Winners shall be announced on December 15th at 9 pm EST on the
Midnight Seductions Authors Yahoo Group at their One Year Anniversary Celebration. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MidnightSeductions Authors do not have to be present to win. However, winning authors shall not be notified prior to this announcement. Thereafter, winners shall be posted on the Talking Two Lips site and on the Endless Romance Blogsite.
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Prizes
All Prizes Donated by Midnight Seductions Authors
and
Topaz Promotions

First Place:
*Three months one-book promotion (minimum of 2 promos per week) for either one single book, or up to three single books, one book per month. (retail value $105) Donated by Topaz Promotions.
*$30 Cash donated by authors Adriana Kraft and Tess Mackall
*$25 Borders G/C donated by author L A Day
*Handmade Midnight Seductions gift bag donated by author, Qwillia Rain.
*Gift Basket donated by author Wendi Darlin
*Signed Book Flat for “Bid for Love” donated by author Savannah Chase
*Truth or Dare Magnets donated by author Kissa Starling
*E-Book Download of “Jade” donated by author Mary Suzanne
*E-Book Download of “Summer Heat” donated by author Elizabeth Black
*E-Book Download of “Frozen” donated by author Morgan O’Reilly
*E-Book Download of “Going Deep” donated by author Dee Dawning
*E-Book Download-winner’s choice of title-donated by author Adriana Kraft
*E-Book Download of “His Only Treasure” donated by author Tess MacKall

Second Place:
*Two months one-book promotion (minimum of 2 promos per week) for one book or two books, one book per month. (retail value $70) Donated by Topaz Promotions.
*$20 Cash donated by authors Adriana Kraft and Tess MacKall
*$10 Extasy Books G/C donated by author AJ Llewellyn
*Handmade Midnight Seductions Gift Bag donated by author Qwillia Rain.
*Deck of 2008 Ellora’s Cave Playing Cards donated by author LA Day.
*Leather Journal donated by author Savannah Chase
*Cover Flat for “My Funny Valentine” donated by author Kissa Starling
*Alaskan Goodies donated by author Morgan O’Reilly
*Four Autographed Cover Flats donated by author Adriana Kraft
*E-Book Download of “My Pirate” donated by author Mary Suzanne
*E-Book Download of “A Spanking Good Time” donated by author Elizabeth Black
*E-Book Download of “Bananaz” donated by author Dee Dawning
*E-Book Download of “Gabriel’s Ride:Strip Down!” donated by author Tess MacKall

Third Place:
*One month one-book promotion (minimum of 2 promos per week) for one title. (retail value $35) Donated by Topaz Promotions.
*$15 Cash donated by authors Adriana Kraft and Tess MacKall
*Box of candy/goodies donated by author Ava Rose Johnson
*Handmade Midnight Seductions Gift Bag donated by author Qwillia Rain
*Handmade Beaded Book Thong donated by author Cassandra Gold
*Goodie Bag and Promo Items donated by author Savannah Chase
*Alaskan Goodies donated by author Morgan O’Reilly
*Refrigerator Magnets donated by author Adriana Kraft
*E-Book Download of “Caught” donated by author Elizabeth Black
*E-Book Download of “Tattoos” donated by author Dee Dawning

Honorable Mention:
*E-Book Downloads from Various Midnight Seductions Authors
Including Dee Dawning and Tess MacKall and Handmade Book
Thong donated by Cassandra Gold

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OFFICIAL ENTRY FORM

(Please save form to your computer and complete. FORM MAY ALSO BE DOWNLOADED FROM THE FILE SECTION OF THE MIDNIGHT SEDUCTIONS AUTHORS YAHOO GROUP. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MidnightSeductions Do not leave any blank spaces. If a question does not apply to you, please enter N/A—not applicable. Form must be attached separately in rtf or doc file to your entry email.) Contest entry period begins September 22, 2008 and ends Midnight EST October 13, 2008. Email entry form to:
endlessromancecontest@gmail.com

Title of Book: ________________________________________________________________

Author(s) Name: _____________________________________________________________

Author Email Address (list one only) ___________________________________________

Genre(s): ____________________________________________________________________

Publisher Name: _____________________________________________________________

Date Published: ______________________________________________________________

Is this the original work of author(s) __________________________________________

Heat Level (as listed by your publisher) ________________________________________

If excerpt is of a sexual nature, please briefly describe content in the event some judges may be uncomfortable with certain material (ex. excessive violence, alternative sexuality, explicit sexual content) so we may direct your excerpt appropriately. _______________________________________________________________
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Author(s) has read, understands, and agrees to abide by all the rules of The Midnight Seductions Endless Romance Contest. Author(s) understands that during the course of this contest, the need may arise for contest officials to make decisions not specifically listed in the rules or information provided and agrees to abide by those decisions without prior notification or input. Author(s) further understands that judging is subjective and agrees to accept and abide by the decision of the judges and contest officials.

Author(s) shall not receive specific scores/scoring sheets, or any feedback from judges. Furthermore, Author(s) agrees to hold blameless The Midnight Seductions Authors, Talking Two Lips Reviews, Topaz Promotions, contest coordinators or officials, and all judges from any dispute that may arise from rules, decisions, and the awarding of prizes.

By signing this entry form, author(s) certifies the excerpt entered is the original work of the author(s). Electronic signature and pen name(s) of author(s) is acceptable for the purposes of entering this contest.

Signature(s)__________________________________________________________________
Date_______________________
(All questions concerning contest rules/entries should be emailed to: Tess MacKall at
endlessromancecontest@gmail.com)

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Sample Judges Scoring Sheet

Entry No. ___ Judge No. ___ Score ___/100 points
Scoring: 5 pts=Outstanding 4 pts=Very Good, but needs tweaking
3 pts=Good, but has problems 2 pts=Has Potential, needs work
1 pt=needs major revision

1. Possible 5 points.
Does the scene have a beginning, middle, and end?
(Choose one of the following for scoring purposes.)
___ The scene has all of the elements: beginning, middle, and end and transitions well with no awkward starts and stoops.
___ The scene has two of the necessary elements- the other is not developed.
___ The scene has only one of the necessary elements- the other two are not fully developed.
___ The scene does not have any of the necessary elements, a beginning, middle, or end.
___ Total Score
2. Possible 25 points.
Is there a good sense of time and place or setting/mood?
(Score each blank.)
___ Descriptive details are necessary and enhance the scene.
___ The setting matches the story and the characters.
___ The language and mannerisms are appropriate for the scene and characters.
___ Is there a sense of time as in day or night? Afternoon or morning?
___ Is the setting believable?
___ Total Score
3. Possible 45 points.
Does the scene show good technical knowledge of the writing craft?
(Score each blank.)
___ Unique voice or strong writing style.
___ Shows the scene rather than tells. (At least 80% show)
___ Point of view easily understood and not distracting.
___ Good balance between dialog, narration, and introspection.
___ Overall pacing moves for maximum efficiency
___ Grammar, punctuation, spelling (don’t deduct points for minor errors)
___ Do descriptive details enhance the scene or distract?
___ Has the author avoided the use of –ly or other repetitive words?
___ Is the scene consistent? Do the characters have the same hair color
throughout? Same eye color, mannerisms, speech pattern, etc.
___ Total Score
4. Possible 25 points.
How is characterization portrayed?
(Score each blank.)
___ Can you feel the sexual tension or spark between the main protagonists?
___ Are the actions/motivations believable within the framework of the scene?
___ Do words/phrases fit within the scene and enhance rather than distract?
___ Are elements of the protagonist’s personalities/character traits recognizable? (May only be present for one character due to point of view, do not deduct points if personality/character traits are only recognizable for one character.)
___ Is there an obvious conflict for the characters to overcome?
(Do not deduct points for not having a conflict present. Award at least one one point.)
___ Total Score

Total Possible Points 100 / Total Points Accumulated ____