Jaded Males – My #Writing Specialty

One of the things I’ve continued to enjoy about paranormal romances was how I could dig deeper with the emotional levels and play enrique3aharder, heavier with angst, love and everything in between.  I think as a reader first, I like to experience books like roller coasters.  Even as I write this blog, I’m listening to dark, angry Djent-metal and Russian Death Metal band Ease of Disgust, so I can stay in the mood I’m trying to set while I talk about four heroes from three books.  We’ll start darkest to lightest so we end on a happy note, just like a good set of romance stories should.

In my upcoming Red Sage release ENDANGERED (Nights of Lust book 1) Joséf Staganov is an angry man.  Fed up with the world, dismayed by his peers on the police force, and now hooked on the smack he was trying to get off the streets, he’s a bitter man with one goal.  Do one last good deed before he’s killed.  Only, when Livía and her lover Isabella interfere with his desires to die, does he stop for a moment to examine his true motives.  When they begin to interfere and reveal to him his true destiny, it does nothing to undermine the real mission Joséf embarked upon when he joined the police force, but only by walking through the fires of hell will he be able to succeed.

Józsi and Nicholaus from my Opeth Pack Saga share the same problem.  Both men are stubborn and refusing to accept their fate until dragged back into the fight by loved ones.  Only in the arms of their triads can they find solace from the noise in their heads.  They desperately need safety from the hazards of being strong alpha males in a wolf pack badly in need of resurrection.

Cover for Raining KissesFinally, we’ve come to Derrick.  Reluctant hero, former spy and unlike my previous heroes, puma shifter, not wolf.  He spent time in a three letter organization until the nightmares and life of a spook grated on his nerves, tearing him down.  After he retired, a friend came to him asking for a favor, altering his main mission of relaxing and staying off the grid.  Only for love, will he be able to change, grow, and address some of the issues plaguing him, but he remains unaware until a few chance encounters with a beautiful witch with a deadly voice crosses his path.  This book will be published this summer through Assent Publishing’s Ardent Books Imprint!

Each of the stories takes a look at those darker elements and allows the heroines to do what I believe a romance Endangered_final_fionaheroine should be allowed to do:  Stand firm yet give just enough to let the hero grow on his own.  As a reader drawn to the likes of JR Ward, Lora Leigh and Christina Dodd’s para-rom, I’ve taken great pains to ensure I’ve learned the lessons from those wonderful authors and made my stories my own, yet peppered them properly so you the reader will enjoy them and beg for more.

After all, I am the bad boy of romance.

Don’t forget Savvy Authors is hosting my upcoming workshop Male POV – Creating Better Heroes June 16th-22nd!

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Ardent Books Presents SCORCHING STORIES contest for #Writers

girl-fire-desktop-wallpapers-girly-blogger-191604What erotic fantasies do you yearn to write?  Here’s your chance to share them with the world!  Ardent Books is announcing our SCORCHING STORIES Contest for 2014!  Review and follow the rules listed below to take advantage of this great opportunity. We’re ready to slip into your erotic mind and take a journey to somewhere seductive! 

CONTEST RULES

  • SCORCHING STORIES contest submissions accepted from June 1, 2014 through midnight (U.S. Eastern Time), July  15, 2014
  • All subgenres of erotica accepted including cyberpunk, steam punk, historical, romantic, bdsm, ménage, contemporary, and anything in between.
  • Manuscript must be complete
  • Word counts accepted: full length (50,000 to 100,000 words)
  • You must note “2014 SCORCHING STORIES Contest” and book title in subject line of your submission email
  • One SCORCHING STORIES contest submission per author
  • Follow ALL Ardent  Books submission guidelines http://ArdentBooks.com
  • All submissions will be judged by Ardent Books imprint editors and acquisitions editors

 

SCORCHING STORIES Grand Prize Winner will receive:

  • Assent Publishing contract including all benefits offered through Assent Publishing: professional editing, professional cover design, print and ebook formatting, distribution, intense marketing training through the Assent Academy, and the unparalleled Assent Publishing commitment to author success
  • A SCORCHING STORIES GRAND PRIZE WINNER promotional announcement blitz ($500 value)
  • 50 FREE print copies of their book
  • 10 two hour sessions of one-on-one author marketing coaching with Author Success Coach and dean of the Assent Academy, Deborah Riley-Magnus ($2,000 value)
  • $100 toward membership in a writers organization or guild of the winner’s choice
  • A Kindle Fire

 

SCORCHING STORIES Top 2 Finalists will receive:

  • Assent Publishing contract including all benefits offered through Assent Publishing: professional editing, professional cover design, print and ebook formatting, distribution, intense marketing training through the Assent Academy, and the unparalleled Assent Publishing commitment to author success
  • SCORCHING STORIES WINNER promotional announcements for the author and their book ($100 value)

 

Contest submissions can be cyberpunk, steam punk, historical, romantic, bdsm, ménage, contemporary, and anything in between. Ardent Books is currently accepting erotica submissions in addition to contest entries. Send your submissions and “SCORCHING STORIES” contest entries to editor@ardentbooks.com. Good luck! Scorch us with your story! Please visit us at http://www.ardentbooks.com.

Sound Seduction

OceanMusic has been a big dynamic of my writing career, as it’s been the driving force behind the stories I put out.  In almost every single case I can tell you which book and which song inspired most of the scenes because it’s usually just a line from a song that does it.

Something about the metal genre in general evokes images of passion, even though what I listen to involves a lot of dirty vocals.  I thought since we’re pimping a number of releases right now, I’d talk about the five songs that seem to tie into most of what I’m writing.

Kisses Fall–my upcoming Secret Cravings book featured The Ocean, a progressive metal band my brother turned me on to about two months ago.  Their album Pelagial is pretty impressive.

Primary song:  Hadopelagic II.

French FlagL’Enfant Savage, the title track, plus Gift of Guilt by the French metal band Gojira.  Lyrically, musically, they’re heavy and brutal.  Dark, melodic, the music chugs along in true metal fashion, letting me focus on the sounds coming into my ears while my fingers flow fast over furiously fickle phrases to form fornication.  You like that?  LOL!

Eventide, by Stealing Axion is another impressive, seductive song from Progressive Djent metal category that made an impression onto the play list for this book.  Originally, the soundtrack was very heavily influenced by EBM and Aggro-Tek, as I’d just discovered my Goth roots but as time changes everything, so does man change with.

The reality of music and writing for me is that they go hand in hand.  I’ve let the lyrics sooth my tortured soul while I torment those characters in all of my romances and come up with angst ridden emotional arcs to tug at your heart strings.

Cover for Raining KissesRemind me in the future to do a “sexy swinging sounds” post and we’ll talk a little less melancholy!

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Reduced Price on the @USAToday Recomended Read “Torn to Pieces”

You’re probably wondering what the deal with price dropping is by now.  Initially and as a general rule, authors have very little control over the prices set on our books.  Before the days of Amazon making it easier, publishers picked prices they thought made sense based on projected revenue stream, complex formulas and eventually pulling their heads out of their asses to see what stuck while telling authors they could do nothing about the price points because the revenues would be lost, blah blah Torn to Pieces Final 3blah.  Boring shit.

By the way I’m in a foul mood (no sleep)so these last few posts will have the same tongue in cheek feel you’ve come to expect from your humble romance author!

Now, authors know that publishers can change prices to make more sense for the reader and  the house.  It’s no secret authors who self publish on Amazon have total control over what they charge, so why wouldn’t the publishers have it in their best interest to pay attention to the competition?  I’ll do two things:

First, I’ll apologize for the higher prices on some of my books.  I honestly had no idea until I started examining my royalty checks (again, boring blah blah, cash the fucker and move on!) and started talking to Sizzler Editions publisher Jean Marie Stine.  Between her information, talking to fellow author Stella Price, my other houses, I saw the flaw and realized I could remedy this.

Second I’ll sell you a book!  Torn To Pieces is USA Today Recommended Erotic Romance!

“Full of emotion and lust and hot sex.” – that’s how The Forbidden Bookshelf describes the romances of Sascha Illyvich.

Iolite is a witch in love with two wolves, wanting, needing both to fulfill her life. Both of them are two halves of the same being she loves. Jackob and Kerian are former lovers turned enemies by pack law, but without the witch’s solution for the disease ravaging the wolves, both packs will certainly die. Both want Iolite, both want to love again but are uncertain of the consequences. Can Jackob and Kerian get past their emotional baggage to help heal Iolite’s broken heart as well as their own in order to save their packs?

For only $2.99 on Amazon!

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#Reduced #Price on #BDSM #Erotica – Gift of Her Submission

That’s, right, we dropped the price to $2.99 on my best selling tale of three submissives with their one Dominant.  A little back story might help the sale ;)    Gift ofHer Submission

Few years ago (before the 50 Shades trend) my publisher asked me to write a male dom/female submissive story.  Turns out I had inspiration from three very dear loved ones at the time.  The first story, based on someone who is an aspiring writer (or would be if she didn’t get lost in the jungles of New Mexico trying to deliver coke to  crazy Soviets) and deep down submissive, with a yearning for respect from a certain dominating type.  In Casey’s story, she was given just that, the chance to step into a world where she might fit better, or leave it, no harm done.

The second story deals again with another loved one, who would be here today except she made millions selling glass dildoes to sex starved women in the Middle part of the Eastern world.   Needless to say, before she discovered this talent, she struggled with complex issues only women can understand. Needing a reinforcement of her attractiveness, her sensuality, Ronan aimed to remind her of her inner beauty as well as her outer sexiness.

The last story deals with a third and final loved one, who, yup, you guessed it, disappeared. She tried to bury the bottle but it turns out when you’re only 152.2 centimeters and the bottle you’re trying to bury is full of liquor and weighs 1.75 liters, it becomes difficult to lift, and therefore falls on you before you even get a drop into you.  Anyhoo, in the story, this submissive needed to see that pain wasn’t the answer to see true love, but that it could be an accompaniment to other sensual pleasures, softer ones.  Hard control was fine, but topping from the bottom would not get her anything but unsatisfied over time and build resentment.

Ronan couldn’t have that, these women all meant something to his heart, and would one day get the chance to show him.  But first, he needed the Gift of their Submission…

Pick up your copy today at Amazon!

Yesterday’s excerpt VS THIS ONE! Faeries galore!

Chapter One

 

“Move the fucking line faster you cum shot posers!” HisReignGoddamn nothing irritated Millie more than when the line at her favorite Earth based Goth club moved slower than molasses. “What the fuck does it take to check ID, collect a few pitiful dollars and stamp some hands or get head from some underage human?”

“Shut up bitch!” A voice from behind yelled out, irritating her further.

Sucking in a deep breath, Millie prepped herself to butt heads with the irritating asshat who dared talk back to her. She huffed, tugged the hem of her mini skirt down over her thighs and started to march toward the sound of her annoyance, fists balled and ready to knock some heads. She spun around, seeing the few gawkers, the goth dominatrix wannabes and the skinny boys who liked the idea of sucking blood from some poor woman just so they would put out.

Before she knew it, she’d run into a wall of…

Thick muscle.

“You know he plays an extended set, shit woman. What in Diana’s name is wrong with you tonight?”

What indeed. “Virus.” That wall of muscle belonged to the shapeshifting wolf who’d saved her ass a few times from scuffs she couldn’t handle here. In true form, he’d marched up to her, clapped a hand on her barely covered ass and gave it a squeeze.

She smirked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He eyed her up and down, looking all the more lupine and ready to devour her. “I could ask you the same thing. Last you said, you weren’t coming back for at least a few more months.”

“Yeah,” she shoved back from his chest and resumed her place in line, much to the chagrin of some of the club goers. “I changed my mind.” She couldn’t ignore the depth of his lupine scent on the cold November wind, letting it tickle her senses in that sweet way she enjoyed but would never admit to.

“Oh?” He followed, quirked a brow and moved his hand to the small of her back.

She sighed, let herself feel the comfort of his touch before nodding to his question. “Yeah, I need break, okay?”

“Trouble in Faerie?”

He had no idea. Still, she turned, studied him. All six foot five, two hundred and seventy five pounds of him, to be exact. He grinned, baring sharp fangs, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, you big dope.” Black pants clung to all that muscle of his thighs, a shirt hung loosely off his frame, exposing more muscle than God, and of course, his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that hung down broad shoulders most women would die to feel.

Or lick.

Green eyes sparkled, “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, aware that the punishment for lying as Fae no longer applied.

“You’re going to have to talk soon,” he moved his hand up the small of her back and pulled her into his warm embrace while the line moved forward.

“I don’t feel like talking. I feel like getting drunk and dancing my ass off.”

“You could dance it off my cock if you wanted.”

She licked her lips but let the thought slide from her memory when she remembered the type of sex he enjoyed.

Peaceful.

Love making.

Sweet and syrupy. Nothing like fae sex. Which, of course was why she’d braved the human earth’s winter, forgetting it got pretty cold in Dallas. Not quite like the snow covered shithole she called home, the Unseelie Cyber-Kingdom, but still too cold for a miniskirt, stockings and boots. Oh, and a tight top that left her midriff showing.

He ran a hand through his midnight black hair and grinned. Then he pulled her tighter into his chest, walking with her the few steps needed until the line stopped. She allowed herself to settle against him, grateful for the comfort he provided. He’d been a friend of the family, saving her ass from one faerie court incident after another when she was younger, supporting her even though he hated her desire to enter the military.

And now he’d changed his hair color. ‘You dyed it again?”

“You noticed. You do care!” His grin widened.

She snorted. “No, I don’t. I just thought wolves didn’t need to dye their hair to change colors.”

“We do need to. Wolves aren’t like the fae in the respect of being able to change certain aspects of our features. We’re born with one coat like humans. I just grew tired of my natural brown and wanted a change. Plus, it’s sort of a requirement for getting in here.”

Unspoken requirements aside, the standard goth uniform included but was not limited to black, black, tattoos, piercings, and more black. Why the humans chased the darkness she’d never understand, but not all here were human. Some were faerie, she’d scented them when she walked from the parking lot. The wind told her many secrets, including the types of beings present tonight.

Of course much of that was training thanks to her superiors.

Yes, they’d done a damn fine job reminding her of the past version of the Unseelie Kingdom’s beauty before the Cyber-Mage took over and mechanized everything.

The throbbing mass of his erection pressed against her ass, nuzzling the crease and pushing her already short skirt up higher. She shoved against him and glared. “Relax pal. It’s not happening. We’re not compatible, Virus.”

He sniffled, then snorted. “Why can’t you love me? Just once?”

“Your version of love and mine are worlds apart, babe.”

He nodded but stroked her red hair. “You’re not kidding. Anyway, what are you doing here? I’m assuming you’re on the equivalent of shore leave.”

She nodded. “I’m trying to blow off steam before I return. Work has been hectic to say the least. And I’m not entirely here on break.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened, “Some super secret Unseelie Kingdom mission?”

“We’re a city-state now,” she snorted. “And yeah, something like that.”

“Need help?”

Of course she needed help. Virus was probably the one person she could think of off the top of her head who could help her locate Prince Faolan, leader of the Protectors. The rest would be up to her. Seduce their leader, convince him by any means necessary to join the Unseelie forces and back them, then help them defeat their enemy. “I do as a matter of fact. I need that drink and a dance partner who doesn’t knock people upside the head when he does the Gothic Macarana.”

The wind blew, pushing her skirt up higher. She reached adjust it, wouldn’t want to show the pathetic humans all the goods, they’d never buy if they saw everything. Of course when the wind blew harder, she listened.

Hoped for a sign. Even though the bass thumped loud enough that conversation by the door became difficult, the wind could normally still be heard, even in this realm.

Of course when it said nothing, it made her nervous.

The line moved again and with it, Virus and Millie. She’d kept close, enjoying the tranquil waves of energy he’d sent her way. She never knew why but Virus’s energy always seemed to center her more than any other creature. She had to thank the Lord and Lady for small favors, even though they wouldn’t hear her prayers and gratitude. At least not at home, anyway.

The line moved again and this time, Millie slipped from Virus’ embrace and dashed inside, flashing her ID and a pouty smile. She looked back, saw him reach for her.

She couldn’t help the laugh escaping her lips when she slipped inside, past the red velvet curtains and tables by the booths on her left. To her right, the colorful trash 80s room blared, covered in black brick and décor the same. She immediately rushed past the tables and short water bar toward the main bar in front of her.

She looked around, spotted a few patrons who’d showed up to avoid the cover charge before ten PM, and noted the one man looking lecherously at her.

She shot him a flippant glance, the bird and walked past him to the bar in front of her. Planting her ass in the seat, she felt amusement at the fact that mortals kept time still. So much in Faery had changed over the years but one thing remained constant. The Fae could give a shit about the passage of time. When you lived for hundreds of years, memories were held onto, but time itself carried no meaning. Up until the last few hundred years, nothing had changed.

Then the Cyber-revolution hit the Unseelie Kingdom, changing things for the worse. The land grew cold, the machines took over.

Well, more specifically, computers and logic, rather than the natural order of the Fae.

The gods and goddesses were shoved out and the land itself grew cold.

Because computers, unlike the deities, required lower temperatures to operate at maximum capacity.

Thus, holding the proletariat hostage by the military. The humans had their series of revolutions but none were this drastic. Sure, the Communists and Nazi party did major damage to humankind, but none of that compared to the hundreds of thousands of Fae who were murdered, all while changing the landscape forever.

And sealing her fate as one of the damned.

The shit was enough to depress anyone.

Which is why she made time to come to this realm and blow off steam. Balance, she remembered her father telling her, was key to holding on to who she was.

And in this moment, she was nothing more than Millie the Fae, Unseelie at worst, a sex pot at best.

Then, something popped in the energy field around her.

She spun around on the bar stool, searched the slowly growing crowd and found nothing. Shrugging, she turned toward the bar to greet the bartender, Shar.

“Whatcha have hon?”

Leaning forward, Millie looked into the sparkling eyes of the buxom redhead and reached for her wallet, “Fae whiskey please.”

Shar made sure to show plenty of cleavage, help with the tip of course. Being Fae herself, she embraced her sensuality and reminded Millie of her purpose.

Seduction.

Millie snorted, annoyed at the fact that her trip here was a planned tryst. Well, a military assignment, anyway.

Didn’t mean she couldn’t fuck off a little.

Right?

“Sure thing hon. You want that like normal?”

“You remember?”

Red hair so bright it could be mistaken for fire burned brightly in the darkness, emerald eyes betrayed the roughness of her tone. The sweet, round face hardly looked menacing, but Shar wasn’t one to be taken lightly. “I remember my kin, if that’s what you’re asking. Make it a double?”

Millie nodded. Shar had defected from the military and been banished from the Unseelie by court-marshal. The Cyber-Mage had been present for that one, with the intent to make an example, naturally.

The point stuck. Those who defected were banished, rather than killed. The honor lost in never being able to return home to where one grew up was more punishment than death. At least in death the soul returned to the land it was born of, and was given care by the Lord and Lady.

Not anymore, not with the computer machines taking over everything.

“What brought you Earth side?”

“Oh,” Millie waved a hand dismissively, “The usual.”

“You want a human to fuck, eh?”

Millie nodded. “Need, but not a human.” She whispered the last bit low enough that only Shar would be able to hear her.

The older fae’s eyes widened. “Plenty to choose from. Demons, dregs of society, humans, wolves,” she drawled out the last part, “anyone in particular?”

A moment later, Fae whiskey filled a glass and set itself down in front of her. Just because the humans were blind and dumb to magic didn’t mean Shar couldn’t use it.

Millie reached for the glass, aware of the calming properties of magically enhanced booze.

The smell of clove cigarettes and lush forest wafted towards her, signaling that she’d been spotted by another of Virus’s entourage.

Trevor, also freakishly tall, sauntered up behind her, set a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Never mind the fact that the Unseelie Fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on their side during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom.

She couldn’t help but want him. He’d help her blow off steam with rough, biting sex and not leave her a blood covered mess like the rest of her ilk seemed to need these days.

More tranquility seeped into her, the white light around her flesh warming her despite the chill in the club.

Millie turned and was greeted by purple and green spiked hair that stood a foot taller than Trevor, silver eyes and a smile that could light up an entire room if he hadn’t been so threateningly huge. “Hi,” she shook her chest in his direction. “What’s cookin’?”

“You, obviously,” Trevor took another puff off his cigarette. Dressed in form fitting leather pants, boots and no shirt, his ample chest and bulging muscles rippled gracefully with each movement. “What’s new?”

“Nothing,” she took the drink from Shar and slapped a bill on the bar. “Just out for a night on the town.”

“I saw Virus a moment ago. He said you’d come in for a mission.”

Damnit, how did he always know? “No, not exactly,” she let her voice sink a few notches. The less the wolves knew, the better. She had no intention of putting her friends in harm’s way because her government called for help from the elite race of wolves who governed all the beings in all the realms.

If either Virus or Trevor were hurt, she had no idea what she’d do. It would be bad, that much was true.

She downed her entire drink, glad for the burn of the Fae whiskey, then put a hand on Trevor’s well muscled shoulder. “Dance with me?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “You only have to lead the way, babycakes.”

“Ugh,” she scoffed at his pet name. “Come on,” she downed the second drink Shar had poured for her without looking and let the booze slam into her.

Anything to forget the bullshit politics of her government, or their irrational fears of the Seelie kingdom attacking.

The Seelie weren’t quite peaceful, yet they hadn’t adopted the technological ideals the city-state of Darkness had. In fact, they were still celebrating most of their heritage traditionally, she’d heard from some of the agents who’d been sent to infiltrate.

Things were normal. The Gods and Goddesses enjoyed fertile land, light, prosperity and had no desire to mess with the natural order of things.

Fear was a mind killer, however. And in her current home, fear ruled the land, backed by the military, propaganda and scare tactics.

Trevor took her hand in his, gripped it tightly and pulled her from the bar stool. She didn’t bother pulling down her skirt, let the lecher in the corner see her ass cheek. Fucker.

She found herself on the main dance floor, facing the stage with the cross and the typical person standing by it, pretending to be crucified like Jesus. Gods the humans were pathetic in their worship of a man who was Fae, but she’d never spill that secret.

Still, the music softened, Assemblage 23 kicked on and bodies began swaying. Then Trevor pulled her to his chest, forcing her into the mass of muscle before a hand slid to the small of her back, while fingers spread over heating flesh.

Then the energy did that funny thing again.

It clicked.

He’s here.

Guest Post – Giocanda Lyss

Heaven On Earth:

Gwen McAllister and Desmond Blankenship have both had their share of disappointment in love and marriage. Gwen is a divorced woman who swears never to love again. Desmond is a businessman who finds his wife in bed with a friend. The two meet at a party in Phoenix and soon begin a long-distance relationship. While Desmond knows Gwen is the woman he wants to be with, Gwen is reluctant about facing her feelings for Desmond. Just when Desmond is ready to declare his true feelings for Gwen, Gwen’s life take an unexpected turn. Leticia Martinez, Gwen’s long- time friend and occasional lover, makes an unexpected visit. At first, Leticia and Desmond express an instant dislike for one another. Will Gwen have to choose between the two people she loves the most, or will they make the relationship work for all three of them?Two beautiful sexy lesbian women in erotic foreplay game on dark background

Excerpt:

Thank goodness for showers and blessed be the person who invented them. Desmond replayed the fun they’d had lathering one another up. Soapy hands going in and out of body crevices, touching, tickling, arousing.

Taking a shower with two women had been an experience in itself. Having two sets of hands touching him, stroking him, arousing him, was beyond any dream he’d ever had. Watching them laughing and shrieking with delight, interacting with one another, it was obvious to Desmond that these two women had great affection for one another. It became apparent that there was some kind of bond between them that could never be broken. A friendship bordering on sisterhood, a sisterhood bordering on marriage, a marriage bordering on two halves of a whole.

That Gwen and Leti’s relationship had become physical over time had just been the next natural step for them, Desmond realized. Well, now the two halves were becoming thirds, by taking him to their bosoms. And how lucky he was that they chose him! Gratitude filled his heart to the point of bursting.

Minutes later, when they were all squeaky clean and towel-dried, they collapsed on the bed-a mingle of legs and arms that contrasted and mixed together splendidly. Desmond’s black skin, Leticia’s caramel, and Gwen’s white. They were different in coloring, but they were united in love and affection.

Gwen crawled to the foot of the bed, expectant and giddy as a child. Warm color filled her cheeks.

Desmond looked at her, question marks in his eyes.

“I want you to kiss Leti,” she told him without any further ado.

“Is this okay with you?” He turned his attention on Leti.

Leticia nodded and tipped her head back to be kissed.

Their lips came together tentatively. Desmond brushed his lips on Leti’s and stopped, suddenly unsure of what he should do next. It was Leticia who took the kiss to the next level, gripping the sides of his head and pressing her lips harder on his. Her tongue snaked deeply into his mouth and licked the roof. Her kiss was different from the way Gwen’s lips felt on his, different from Gwen’s kisses. But he was amazed at the strong reaction he got from just that one kiss. Desire surged through him and his cock became erect, pushing against her belly. Leti gasped and squirmed against him. He wanted to take her, but he was also very aware that Gwen watched them. He wanted to see her reaction. How did she feel about it? Was she truly okay with this?

He broke the kiss and looked at Gwen. Gwen’s pale face had turned a deep shade of pink, and her eyes were glossy with lust. She sucked a sharp breath in, and bit her lower lip.

“Don’t stop,” Gwen murmured, while she slid her hand down south, toward her pussy. She half-closed her eyes. He watched her hand sliding between her shapely legs and beginning to finger herself.

Christ, how much he loved seeing her aroused like this! He couldn’t wait to see what new heights of arousal and pleasure he could bring her to. He would be willing to do anything to make Gwen happy!

He leaned toward Gwen and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately. He got drunk on her wonderful taste. He wanted the moment to go on forever. If the planet stopped spinning in that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. They kissed long and hard, their tongues dancing with one another.

When she pulled away slowly from his embrace he let go reluctantly. He knew they were about to cross a line that would make a difference in their relationship, a line which, when closed, they will not be able to take back. He remembered Gwen’s words about “taking it slow” and almost laughed. Did she have this-–a threesome—in mind when she uttered those words? He almost opened his mouth to ask that very question, but at that precise moment Gwen leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, giving it a swift lick and a kiss on the head.

“I want you to fuck her,” she said simply when she came up.

Desmond did as he was told.

He eased himself on top on Leticia who was already fingering herself and pulling on her small, dark wine-colored nipples. Leti gave him a small nod and opened her legs for him. She took his cock and guided it to the opening of her sex.

Desmond groaned as he pushed himself inside Leti. Leticia’s pussy was tight and surprisingly wet, considering that he hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay to arouse her. Then he remembered how aroused Gwen was from watching him kissing Leti. The girls got off on watching one another. Exhilaration made his body tremble. The feeling was all-encompassing, and a totally new high.

He thrust inside Leti’s opening, feeling her inner muscles relax around his shaft. Gwen caressed his back with her fingernails; the sensation sent pleasurable shivers through his body, directly to his groin. At the nape of his neck he felt Gwen’s mouth placing kisses, which continued in a trail down toward his shoulders. Gwen then slid toward Leti, kissing her small, perky breasts before moving up to her plump mouth. Seeing Gwen kiss Leti sent Desmond toward the top of the precipice. He stopped, drawing breath into his lungs. The sensation was almost too much. Gwen turned her head, her eyes searching him.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

She took his head in her hands and kissed him to reassure him that he was doing the right thing. Their tongues danced together, entwined, fought and then she sucked his into her mouth. Tremors shook his body at the delicious feeling and he began moving again inside Leti. Gwen’s kiss excited him to no end. Gwen urged him on with kisses on his shoulder and scratches on his back, and when Leti told him she was coming, he crossed the edge with her.

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“Heaven on Earth” is Gioconda Lyss’ first erotic romance novella. Born and raised in Romania, she now lives in Nevada with her family, and the world’s most spoiled cat and dog. Visit her at www.giocondalyss.com and friend her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/gioconda.lyss

 

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This is an unedited sex scene from my second Opeth Pack book, Raining Kisses.

Nicholaus never wanted to accept the Prophecy’s fate for him, pack enforcer to the Alpha. Leaving the Opeth Pack at an early age, he moved to New Mexico in order to change his fate to something more fulfilling, yet lonely.  However, a desperate need to return to his lovers and his land picks at him.

Krystyna and Katarina grew up in Hungary learning and loving the people, their pack and most of all, Nicholaus.  After he killed Katarina’s brother for abhorrent behavior, he disappeared, shattering both women’s hearts even as he’d protected them from egregious acts of other pack males.  Now they’ve grown up and wait to take place as pack healer.

Can Nicholaus return in time and prevent further loss of any more pack mates while rekindling a relationship with Katarina and Krystyna or will they be lost to him forever?

(Forgive me, I’m reworking some things so the blurb is shit…)

 

“What are you two thinking?” he narrowed his gaze.  Sniffing the air, he now smelled the pungent fragrance of arousal coming from both of them.

They turned, eyes wide and filled with an emotion deeper than lust and so much more than love. Krystyna and Katarina sauntered to him, each of them flanking him on a side.

“Love us,” Katarina begged.  Her breath whispered softly over his ear, sending shivers up and down his skin.

Krystyna nodded. “You promised my lover something and you should own up like a man.”

Nicholaus growled at the challenge.  He couldn’t take the torture of both his lovers assaulting his senses, putting him in the defensive and overloading his mind and body.  He sucked in a breath, trying to drag air into his lungs but when Katarina leaned into him, pressed her lips against his and cupped the back of his head, he found he could only take in her aroma.

Krystyan’s hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer between them while she dropped fiery kisses all over his neck, drawing her tongue over his flesh.

Goose bumps appeared on his skin, the hair on the back of his neck stood and his cock throbbed.  Heat built in his loins. His struggle to free himself was a loss, once both pairs of hands held him captive.

Only it wasn’t because he couldn’t overpower his lovers.  Trembling beneath the love and fury of their emotions, Nicholaus could only feel.  Frozen by the love given to him, he let himself enjoy the sensations of two pairs of soft lips pressing into his skin, dragging down his face or neck.

He’d grown painfully hard by now.  When a hand caressed his erection, he nearly jumped out of his skin.  He opened his eyes to see Katarina’s hands treading over his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs. Krystyna’s palm cupped him.

He blinked, saw Katarina’s ruby red lips moving towards his. Leaning into her, he tasted her lips, sucked in what air he could, finding it full of her luscious scent and the spicy tang of Krystyna’s arousal.  Knew that when the two were together, their aromas mingled instantly, remembered just how it used to be when they were younger.

Pulling back from Katarina, he found Krystyna’s teeth working over his flesh, exciting the animal within.  “I’ve got to taste you both,” he uttered between kisses.

Katarina’s mouth was velvet soft while Krystyna’s lips upon his neck burned him to the very core.

He stiffened between two sets of skilled hands caressing him, moving over his back, shoulders, down his abs all while Krystyna kept her hand over his cock.  He didn’t want to want them both, knew he needed to stop them but the weakness in his knees only helped to drag him further into ecstatic lunacy.

He swore beneath his breath.

Katarina’s lips locked with his.

The glow now surrounding his body added warmth to the smoldering lust building between them and Nicholaus felt sweat on his brow.

Krystyna’s tongue slid into his mouth and he found himself stroking it with his tongue, sucking on it, all while his fingers found the tie on Katarina’s skirt.  If he yanked, it’d come loose and fall down, exposing her naked ass.

He pulled back, went in to nibble on her lip.

She mewled against him, a low grow followed that he knew was designed to show him her strength too.  He’d never doubt that in her, not truly.  She was subservient to him because she chose it, but she could hold her own She had so far, without him.

So had Katarina.

The smell of sandalwood and earth rose up, making his nostrils flair.

Krystyna cupped his ass, squeezing him and pulling him into her. “I’ve missed this, you bastard,” she breathed against his ear.

Her words sent vibrations along his ear, down his spine.

How easily he found himself letting them controlling him, keeping his beast at bay.  He knew from the moment he’d spotted Katarina in Albuquerque something bad would happen and so far, it hadn’t.  Well, except for those few dead bodies…

Pressure in his temples eased with each stroke of fingernail against his chest.

“Give in,” Katarina led with her lips and her husky voice, trailing kisses down his chin, licking the center of his throat.

Krystyna found the sensitive spot behind his ear with her tongue and swirled it in circles.

His knees grew weaker, he couldn’t stop moaning.

Nicholaus knew it was over. He was here in Hungary, and his life was about to change despite his best attempts to maintain a stable course.

The ache in his loins reminded him of all the reasons he had to stay.  The only thing keeping him sane right now was the loud screaming in his head.

Even his beast ignored that.

Nicholaus swore between heated kisses.

Lips found his fingers, sucked sweetly on his digits. Buttons popped off his shirt, exposing his chest to be kissed before another mouth found his nipples.

Hands tugged him towards Katarina’s house. “Follow me,” Katarina giggled.

Krystyna’s tongue licked a blaze of lust down his neck, over his collarbone.

His cock throbbed painfully. He had to bury himself in one or both of them soon.

“You two are—”

Krystyna’s lips smashed against his in a desperate attempt to control him, to mold him to her body and keep him here.  He didn’t miss the possessiveness in their touch.

His hands roamed over her shoulders, down her sides and settled on her hips. He pulled her to him.

Katarina licked his neck.

Shudders ran through him. He turned, not knowing what to do just yet, and faced Katarina. Staring into her gorgeous green eyes, he knew she desired the same thing he did: penetration.

“This is so wrong,” he muttered between kisses.

Krystyna’s mouth plundered his, driving a wedge between logic and lust that shifted his focus.

Nicholaus couldn’t think beyond the kisses. Krystyna’s lips were sweet, succulent and juicy. He turned away from Krystyna and cupped Katarina’s face. “Come here, drágám.

She refused. “Let’s go back to our house.”

Her voice, a sultry sound, affected him in a way that no other woman’s had since he’d left Hungary. Every conquest he’d ever been with paled in comparison to Katarina’s lovely voice.

Trotting behind the two women with his senses on overload, his body thrummed with nervous energy in anticipation of what was to come once he stepped through the threshold.

“We’re going to finally reunite.” Katarina’s voice held so much promise it pained him to think he would be so damn stupid as to leave them.

There was no way he could disappear if he made love to the two of them again.

Even so, he felt some unseen force tugging his body, urging him to follow behind Krystyna and Katarina so that they could continue giving mutual pleasure to each other.

Katarina’s grip on his wrist was tight.

So was Krystyna’s. “You’re not getting out of this.” Krystyna looked back at him with a devilish smile and heated desire dancing in her eyes.

“I don’t intend to.”  He heard the words, they came from his mouth but he didn’t recognize his own voice.  Not with all the want in every syllable.

“Good,” Katarina nodded. “Because it’s been ten years.”

He didn’t miss the tinge of anguish in her voice.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, keeping step with the two women who dragged him.

“Don’t be sorry, just stay with us where you belong.” Krystyna turned to face him, her stern expression softening.

“I thought—”

“Don’t think,” Krystyna’s lips sealed over his mouth, capturing him. Her tongue darted over his lips before she nipped his lower lip.

Nicholaus leaned forward and bit her back.

Krystyna yipped and smiled wide. She looked at Katarina.

Katarina tugged harder on Nicholaus’ hands. “Come with us.”

The breathy whisper of Katarina’s voice made Nicholaus shudder.  Laughing at the double meaning, Nicholaus lifted a hand and cupped Katarina’s chin. Staring deep into her eyes, he realized then that he couldn’t refuse her a thing. He never had been able to, which was part of why he left Hungary.

Katarina took his hand and sucked on his fingers, sliding each one in and out of her warm mouth. “I want these inside me.”

He nodded and continued following both women back to their house. Once through the door, he was led past the ratty old furniture and cluttered kitchen into the bedroom, then shoved down onto the bed and flanked by both women.

Kisses burned both sides of his face, down his neck. Hands roamed over his chest, caressing his arms and running over his sides. Both women seemed to move as one, each mirroring the other.

Nicholaus shuddered into the mouth that bared teeth and scraped them down his collarbone.  He lowered his head, arched into the lips, seizing the mouth with his. Thrusting his tongue between parted lips, he tasted Krystyna’s wet, inviting mouth.

Her hand cupped the back of his head, locking her mouth to his while she nibbled, nipped, and suckled his lips.  Her free hand roamed down his chest, hot against his flesh.

Katarina found his earlobe, swirled her tongue around the sensitive skin.

He groaned, let another shudder rumble through him.

Krystyna bit his lip, her canines brushing against his chin before she moved down to his neck.

Hands fumbled with his pants. “Damnit, take these off.” Katarina’s fingers clawed at the top of his pants.

“Let me.” Krystyna broke from the kiss and leaned over his body, brushing his chest with her ample breasts. She reached for the button and popped it off, opening his pants. “There.” She licked her lips and helped Katarina slide the pants down his legs.

“Ooh, what have we here?” Krystyna brushed her knuckles over his shaft.

His cock bobbed up in response, twitching from the brief contact.  Looking down his stomach, he watched Katarina’s mouth open.  “You’re both too dressed,” he growled. Reaching for a fistful of hair, he fisted Katarina’s red curls and tugged her upwards.

She slithered up his body, stopping to kiss molten fire over his stomach.

Nicholaus arched his hips upwards, gripping Katarina’s hair tighter.

She took his hand from her head and brought it to her breast.  “Squeeze this, drága.

The round, firm flesh of her breasts fit his palm and made his mouth water at the prospect of suckling her to orgasm.  Cupping her, he pinched her nipple into a tight bud and enjoyed the groan she let out.

Katarina arched her body into his, trailing her silken curls over exposed flesh now covered in goose bumps.

Krystyna nipped his bare hip.

Stomach tightening, Nicholaus hissed out a breath until Katarina’s lips sealed over his. She tasted sweet, spicy. Smelled wanton. Plump lips crushed against his. Tongues darted between wet lips until he captured her tongue and sucked on it.

Katarina ground her hips into his thigh, locking her legs around his.

Krystyna reached over and shoved Katarina’s skirt up, exposing pale skin. “I love these.” She bit Katarina’s hip.

Katarina cried into her kiss with Nicholaus.

He reached down, cupped Katarina’s ass and slapped it hard.

Glaring, Katarina moaned deeper, louder.

Nicholaus knew he’d been playing with fire, expected to get burned. Thought slipped from his mind.

Krystyna sat up and stripped off her top. Luscious, high, full breasts spilled outward, pink nipples swollen.

Reaching a hand out, he cupped a breast and gaze her a gentle squeeze.

“I like it rougher than she does, remember?” A wicked smile crossed Krystyna’s face.

He nodded, mouth open.

“What else do you remember, drágám?” Katarina bent over, her red hair spilling over Nicholaus’ chest.

She drew one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked.

He hissed from the contact, arching his body into hers.

She held him down against the bed, using lupine strength to pin him there while her tongue swirled around his tight nipple.

He forced himself to relax, to enjoy the sensations of both women pleasing him.  Letting out a long, deep breath through clenched teeth, he peered down the line of his body and over Katarina’s head to see Krystyna sliding off the bed.  “Where are you going?”

“You’re taking me to heaven, szeret.

He arched an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?”

She nodded. Stepping back from the bed, she stripped out of her bottom and stood before him. Darker in complexion than Katarina, she looked every bit as Hungarian as her counterpart. European facial features, gracious curves and slender yet muscular thighs always threatened to steal his breath and now were no exception.

Gracefully, she stepped forward and crawled back on the bed.

Katarina lifted her head from Nicholaus and faced Krystyna. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

He caught the sadness in Krystyan’s eyes before lust clouded over the emotion.  “I know. But it’s okay for now.”

Katarina frowned and then smiled again. “I know it will be, szeret.

Nicholaus knew what those words meant. His heart had already become involved way too quickly.

The rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop this charade except all logic had disappeared the moment Krystyna bent over his thighs and yanked his pants off.

She sealed her lips around his cock, took him in one hand and formed a tight suction around him until she’d taken him all the way to the base.  Then she dragged her lips slowly over him while her tongue swirled around the underside of his cock.

The sun couldn’t be any hotter than her mouth, nor any more comforting.

Katarina cupped his balls, tugged lightly.  Her fingers caressed his inner thigh, nails sraping lightly over his skin.

He slammed his head back against the pillow and moaned.

“You like?” Krystyna popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and licked her lips.  She dipped her head, flicked her tongue over the precum slicked head of his cock.

He trembled beneath her.

Fingers stroked between his ass cheeks. Hands lifted his legs, rolled him and Krystyna onto their sides.

She adjusted, shifting her weight to rest comfortably on his thigh while keeping his cock in her mouth.

Nicholaus leaned on an elbow, clenched his ass in response until a wet tongue slithered between his cheeks. Squirming, he balled the sheets in his fists. “You two are…” He sucked in a breath when that tongue snaked around his asshole.

“I remember what you like,” Katarina hummed against his thigh.

Vibrations buzzed throughout his body. He’d become one giant nerve ending. Tension built up inside him. He had to reach out for one of them, fill one of them, show them both he loved them.

Not now, his mind cried out.

He ignored that part of himself for the time being and focused on the hot pair of lips sliding up and down the length of his cock. He drew his other leg up, setting it carefully on Krystyna’s shoulder while she sucked him.

Hands caressed his arms, his thighs. Someone cupped his ass, spread his cheeks apart.

That moist tongue sank inside and wriggled around.

He felt invaded, then aroused even further. His cock couldn’t possibly get any harder, could it?

“Katarina.” He clenched his teeth.

She slithered up his body in response, wrapping her arms around his waist.  Her fingers tangled in Krystyna’s hair and the other woman let out an eager groan.

The warmth of her body against his was comforting. Her luscious form settled in all the right places behind him. Soft breasts against his wide back, ultra feminine hips against rigid masculine ones.

He reached back with what little self-control he had, found Katarina’s slick, soaked pussy and pushed past her lips.

Krystyna pulled off his cock, letting the trail of precum hang from her lip to the tip of his cock before catching it with her finger and sucking it clean.  She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples and caressed herself while a glow surrounded the three of them.  Yes, the heady scent of lust filled the room, made Nicholaus’s nostrils flair.

Krystyna turned around, arched her hips back, brushing Nicholaus’s cock with her soft ass.

“I want inside one of you” he groaned

“You’ll make love to Katarina.” She threw her head back, glanced over her shoulder.

The sight of her reddish brown hair cascading down her feminine body made his mouth go dry.

Rotating his body to face Katarina, he took hold of her hips, pressing into the softness.

She cried, her mouth an open invitation for his tongue’s invasion.

Looking into her eyes, he saw the flames of passion burning bright.

She reached between them, grabbing his cock. “I want,” her eyes fluttered, and that passion never waned.

His heart thundered in his chest.  If he did this, he’d lose himself in her, in Krystyna and then what?  His heart wanted what his mind would not allow.  But his body’s automatic movements steered him where he needed to be in the moment.  “I do too,” he whispered.

“It’s settled. Make love to us,” Krystyna reached for Katarina with one hand; the other cupped Nicholaus’ balls.

He had to back out of this.  Had to avoid their gaze.  Lifting his head, again on automatic pilot, he met Krystyna’s gaze, saw her eyes smolder with desire and knew it wasn’t just sex for her.  Doing this would deepen their bond, make them a stronger trio.  Except they would be only as strong as the weakest member; him.  “Are you sure?”

Krystyna lowered her gaze at him. Looking at him through half open eyes, she nodded. Her eyes begged him to fill her lover, then fill her. “You’ll end up inside us both before it’s over with, szeret

It never ceased to amaze him how quickly they could decide who he fucked, with nary a word or argument.  They truly knew each other.

“Please me as Krys has asked, szeret.”  Lips parted, her lids closed half way over her eyes, giving her that sweet, bedroom begging look he enjoyed so much.  It showed her sweetness, her purity even though what they were doing was not considered pure. Not in his world anyway.

The way she looked at him made him realize he had no idea how he’d ever refuse her.  Grinning wide, he nodded.

Katarina arched her hips upward and sank down on his cock.

Her pussy gripped him like a fist, searing his ever nerve ending and making them both cry out in pleasure.  Soft, creamy, warm and wet, her molten pussy added to the bonfire of lust building in him, the feelings tightening in his gut.

For a moment, she didn’t move, the content smile on her face showed that she savored the contact.

His cock throbbed inside her.

She squeezed him with her lips, arched back and forth, then sank down on him again, burying him to the hilt.

Slow, agonizing pleasure rocked his body with gentle spasms.

Tender kisses turned to bites on his thigh.

He settled his hands around Katarina’s hips, watched her move slowly, caught Krystyna licking and nipping at Katarina’s ass.

Two fingers remained lodged into Krystyna’s wetness, moving in and out while her thumb rubbed her clit.  In the dim light, he saw the glistening wetness coating her lips.

Katarina squirmed on top of Nicholaus.

He cupped her ass, rocked his hips up and down, spread her apart further and drove himself in deeper.

She fell forward, landing with her hands on his chest to brace herself.  Her ass slightly lifted off him gave him a view of her apple shaped ass, reminding him that next time he’d have to fuck her from behind.

Then he froze.  There wouldn’t be a next time.

 

Somehow, Krystyna managed to settle herself between them and lick Nicholaus’s shaft before tasting Katarina’s sopping pussy.  Both trembled against each other.

“I’ve always loved that I could do that to both of you,” Krystyna laughed, a low sensuous sound.

Come here,” Nicholaus urged her with a growl. “Bring your ass here.”

Krystyna slid out from beneath them and moved onto the bed beside Nicholaus.

Lifting herself up, Katarina slid up and down the length of his shaft, throwing her head back in ecstasy, while her hair spilled down over her back and brushed the tops of his thighs.

Taking his face in her hands, Krystyna’s mouth seized Nicholaus’s.  Immediately, she nipped his lips, swirled his tongue around his rugged jaw and over his ear before taking his earlobe in between her teeth and applying gentle pressure.

He’d closed his eyes tightly, blocking out the noise in his head urging him to end this and save himself the heart ache.  The sensations coursing through him between both women made his balls tighten, his gut get even tighter.

Nails dug into his side.

His eyes flew open, heart pounded.  He caught sight of Katarina and saw the thin sheen of sweat glistening over her skin, just like it had his.  Soft ripples in his stomach muscles bunched when he rocked his hips in tune with Katarina’s movements.

This was heaven before hell, he supposed.  But in the back of his mind he could only think of the one thing.

Desire.

Chapter Five

 

“I want to tongue fuck your hot pussy, Krys.”  Nicholaus didn’t recognize the low, deep rumble of his own voice, but he understood the one motive behind his words.

Desire.

Krystyna’s eyes lit up, widening with pleasure.  She nodded, shifted and turned to face Katarina.

Tongues danced, the sounds of sucking echoed loudly in the room before Nicholaus grabbed Krystyna’s hips and helped position her over his face so he saw straight in her sex. He licked his lips, inhaling the spicy scent of her dripping sex before he pushed his tongue into her wet core, making sure to take wide licks while exploring her folds.  He tasted, licked, sucked and speared her clit, enjoying the muffled sound of her moans while Katarina moved on top of him.

Krys shuddered above him.

Pressure built higher and higher, his blood pumping quickly through him.  The wolf in him definitely found pleasure in the ménage they shared.

The firmness of Krystyna’s ass in his hands made it harder to spread her open, but Nicholaus managed, diving deeper into her to taste her, own her.   He flicked his tongue over her clit, then took the bud between his lips and speared it repeatedly.

Katarina’s cries grew fierce with each thrust, her movements becoming jerky against his cock.  She’d started off slowly, but built up a quick rhythm that drew them both toward climax.

It took some concentration but Nicholaus managed to keep Krystyna’s thighs from crushing his head and totally blocking out her mostly muffled cries of pleasure.  Though Katarina’s pussy squeezed his cock and he lost all focus, gasping into Krystyna’s thigh before biting her.

In this moment, he was more than fucked.  He’d been claimed by the only two beings on this planet who could trap him.  All thought shifted to the horror of that outcome until Krys jerked from him nipping her thigh.

It was time to end this for them both, then sever the ties to protect his heart and ultimately theirs.

Another squeeze of Katarina’s pussy forced his concentration elsewhere.

Familiar routine sucker-punched him in the gut, forcing air from his lungs. Or was that Katarina’s pussy convulsing around his cock? It didn’t matter. She fell forward; her hips rose and fell on him.

Thrusting his tongue deep inside Krystyna’s slick folds, he licked and suckled her clit, flicked his tongue over the nub.

Krystyna squirmed in response.

Using his natural strength, he gripped her ass with one hand and held her in place.

Krystyna moaned louder, her words incoherent

Nicholaus forced the pre orgasmic fog from his mind just long enough to flatten his tongue over Krystyna’s bud and press hard.

Her thighs squeezed together and her hips bucked against his face, nearly suffocating him.  Her orgasm slammed into her, tremors ripping through her body matching the cries echoing in the tiny room.

He pushed her hips just above his face enough to give him time to catch his breath.

Then Krystyna slammed down on him, digging her nails into his chest while he resumed hitting that sweet spot.

Another pair of fingers clutched and tore at flesh as Katarina’s orgasm hit too, triggering Nicholaus’s release.

His balls drew against him, the slaps of flesh on flesh mimicking the sucking sounds he’d made at Krystyna’s pussy until he felt the wash of come flood his mouth while his cock exploded.

Screams of pleasure blocked out all else until the cries subsided into sighs and the trembling above him stopped.

He waited patiently until Krystyna moved ever so slow, positioned herself and collapsed beside him.

Katarina fell onto his chest, rolled forced herself to flop on her back.

Both women reached for his hands, turned to face him.

Shuddered vibrated through each woman and a different sort of heat settled around him.  This heat felt more like the fur of his beast, the calm of the forest around him.  He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, let his mind fall prey to the emptiness that would come next.

Hands stroked his arms, his chest. A hand cupped his chin, another tousled his hair.

Silence filled the room all right, save the three hearts beating almost in time, three pairs of lungs working, panting still to catch up with the physical exertion.  Then the softness of hands smoothing over sweat slicked skin added to the sounds.

Nicholaus tried to move but found neither woman would budge.  Instead, they put their hands over his heart.

For a moment, he swore he felt tranquility amongst the threesome.

Nicholaus glanced at Krystyna, heard Katarina’s deep, even breathing, signaling she’d fallen asleep from their ordeal.

She looked back at him. “She’s asleep already,” she whispered, stroking Katarina’s hair, the large smile on her face so wide it seemed she’d just been given her favorite thing.

Of course she had, this was the world to her.  The three of them, in bed, sharing.  Except now he couddn’t, not because he didn’t want to.  That had never been the case.  Nicholaus wanted to protect his lovers more than anything else, but fearing what he was, what he could become, meant he had to pull the dine and dash routine.  Still, he nodded and turned his head toward Katarina.

Eyes closed, breathing remained steady, slow.  Breasts rose and fell in time with each exhale.

Light from the window spilled in, emphasizing her red hair against her moon kissed skin.

She toyed with strands of his hair, twirling them around her finger before tugging them lightly.  “You will stay a few days, right?”

Krystyna’s question caught him off guard. He looked at her, “I, I don’t know what to say.”

“She has not fallen asleep so quickly after making love in such a long time. This is the first peace Katarina has known in a very long while. Would you steal that away from her?”

He sat up on his elbows, parting his hair back to one side.  No, he’d never take her peace from her, not if he could avoid it, which was why he’d leave soon.

Maybe he could stay for a day or two though.  Follow up, check out the new alpha if he showed.  See what quality of life his lovers have. “What of you?”

She sighed, weariness showing in her eyes.  “I have grown used to your shit, Nicholaus. I do not pretend to like it, but I accept it.”

Careful not to disturb Katarina, Nicholaus sat up. “Let’s go into the living room and talk.”

Krystyna nodded.

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The Opeth Pack – How it All Began

Paranormal Erotic Romance featuring hot werewolves, a sexy witch and more!

Legend has it the creation of wolves was a heavenly thing, and if that was so, it might work something like this:

Emesh stood, arms over her large belly.  Standing in the middle of a clearing, she rubbed her stomach, hoping the beauty inside that was to be born soon would not hate her, never curse her though she would deserve it.

The wind blew, moving wisps of dark hair across delicate pale skin.  Emesh reached behind her ear, tugging loose strands away from her face.  A final glance over the land revealed lush grass and fields as far as the eye could see.  Her goddess powers picked up on the seawater smell of the lake several miles away.   The others promised her the land would be fertile.  They said the wolves could not occupy heaven just yet, they needed to mature first.

When Emesh first heard that her babies would be born on earth amongst the humans, she’d felt afraid.  But the Boldog Asszony, the fertility goddess reassured her that things would be all right.

She’d even helped Emesh find a suitable home for the wolves. They had chosen this land because of it’s breathtaking beauty and diverse landscape.  The flatlands of this land would give her children enough room to roam freely, the lake in the central area of what would be known as Hungary would supply nourishment and prosperity.  The people who would inhabit this land would be noble but would struggle until they reached their purpose.

To show the world that survival was the only option.

Her children, born of wolf and goddess would push forward ideals set in stone by Fate itself, the idea that wolves were the chosen inhabitants of this earth and even though they’d fall, once they learned of the prophecy, they would be given the tools to work with it.

Those the idea of her future grandchildren having to bear such a heavy responsibility pained her, made her heart ache.  Emesh stood still in the circle, eyes closed, listening.

Waiting.

A gentle breeze blew, whispering words that caught her attention.

It’s time.

Emesh opened her eyes, focused on a single point on the ground and blinked.  A bright red and orange flame appeared, several feet high.

Boldog Asszony’s face appeared in the flames, hair spread wide and flowing like the rivers, eyes bright yellow as the sun.  Her lips were blood red, skin the color of the moon, a pale blue that mostly looked ghostly white.  “I would not damn my own.”

Emesh read her creator’s lips and nodded.  Feelings welled up inside her, bringing tears to her eyes.  Still, she would not shed them as she birthed her babies.

The image vanished, leaving behind a smaller flame.

It was now or never.

Emesh trusted that this was the right thing, as she sank down to the ground, felt the energy ball containing the lives of her first pack extricate itself from her body.

For a moment, she felt a giant weight lifted from her shoulders.

As she looked up into the sky, then back at the ball of life, glowing with energy and smelling of lupine, thick with the scent of dirt and fur, she realized he’d only swapped one burden for a much heavier one.

That of the same burden the Christians would place upon their savior.

Tears fell down Emesh’s face as rain began to fall.

The ball of light and life hovered before her, glowing.  Within seconds, it had exploded, sending little bursts of each life in different directions, flying faster and faster from her without even so much as a goodbye, or a thank you.

One sparkle floated before Emesh.

Reaching out, she captured the sparkle of life, felt the warmth and decided then that her babies needed a guardian here on Earth who would help guide them towards the prophecy.

Emesh decided then she would give birth to a human with wolves blood.

***

“This clearing has power,” Emese muttered to nobody in particular, aware of the fact that she’d been followed.

She knew which pup had followed too.  He would grow to be strong, pack Alpha.  But the madness of the Flower Maiden would catch up to him sooner or later and he would have to be dealt with.

Pulling back dark hair from her face, she realized he might as well at least be given a chance before she wrote the entire pack off.

“I know you’re here Kiba.  Come out.”

Leaves and tall grass rustled, but nothing happened.  It took her a second to find him, but she let him be.  “Fine. Have it your way.  Listen to the spirits tell you of this world and it’s history.”

Emese closed her eyes and knelt down, more strands of dark hair falling into her face, hiding her eyes.

Wind blew, taking Emese’s body from the ground.  She opened her eyes and started to speak.  The words were familiar, but the voice was not her own.

“The lands that used to be the Austro-Hungarian Empire were once filled with a definite, bright spark of life.  Fields of brightly colored flowers and vineyards as far as the eye could see dotted the land.  Lush forests around Lake Balaton breathed life into the region and brought prosperity.

Then there were the inhabitants.  Wolves.

The chosen beings of The Goddess, often talked about the Fertility Goddess or Boldog Asszony.  She was the mother of all fertility, harvests, of mates and all things created amongst the wolves who inhabited the lands.

Then the humans came and brought Christianity with them, converting some of the wolves to Catholicism.”

Emese wanted to stop the story here, but the voice, the power that had control of her body refused.

“There was peace between the humans and the wolves for hundreds of years on the surface, but as humans populated the region and conquered individual lands, the Austro-Hungarian Empire became two separate similarities within the two cultures.

The earth had been burned just to make light that man could see.  Some human was never content with what he had been given in this life, so wars had been started that forced the entire world to pay a price.  Bombs dropped, bullets and smoke filled the lands, making the wolves in those areas sick and killing others.  Just for someone’s pride and discontent.”

Emese sensed the spirits discontent at man’s desire to conquer and claim what was not his.  “So many humans died during the many wars.  Scarcity of food became such a problem that the wolves were forced into hiding to avoid being hunted to remove the competition for what food there was.”

Even as the words came from her mouth, Emese knew that the silver furred pup would take in all the information, would see tears slide down her face.

“While the humans and wolves divided so did those among the wolves. Their magic began to disappear, their lands were taken from them Wolves began migrating and learning how to appear human, using the archaic magic bestowed upon them by their beloved Boldog Asszony.

HisReign_MEDToday, most humans still fear the mighty wolf, carnivore, hunter.  None seem to understand the delicate society created by the wolves in response to the gifts they were given, the paradise they had been blessed with and lost.  Many packs had been broken up and scattered throughout Europe and America.  The Opeth pack, the pack truly blessed by Her gift had managed to remain on their original lands, but only contained a handful of members.”

Tears stung the backs of Emese’s eyes.  With a curse, Emese broke free of the history lesson and dropped to the ground.   Her body was tired from being used by the spirits.  She felt like she’d been filled up by an awesome power that pressed against every bone, muscle and fiber of her being until it threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.

Kiba stood silent like a good pup.  It was bad to mess with the pack witch after events like that when no power could be offered to replace what she had lost.  She was certain he hadn’t learned to use his powers yet to heal.  He was not a healer, only a temporary Alpha until one was born strong enough to lead the pack and not be affected by the Flower Maiden’s disease.

She cried for them that night.  All of her babies, the ones she’d been entrusted to guide by the Fertility goddess, by her great grandmother.  Wolves howled a lonely song in the distance, raising the hair on the back of her neck.  The song wasn’t eerie so much as it was sad.

Hopefully the two born to her recently would survive with the help of the pack.

Kate HIll’s Halloween Hop for Readers!

The entire month of October, author Kate Hill has set up a fabulous Halloween Hop for readers, meaning prizes and more fun stuff than you can shake your broom at!  Her video will give details, but you can see it here!

Guest List:

October 1: Changeling Press + Coupon Code

October 3: Mechele Armstrong (Halloween Thursday 13) + Contest

October 4: Lisa Carlisle + Contest

October 5: Jocelyn Dex + Contest

October 6: Sascha Illyvich

October 7: Mychael Black

October 8: Shara Lanel

October 11: Beth Caudill

October 12: Selena Illyria

October 13: J.S. Wayne + Contest

October 14: Cari Quinn + Contest

October 15: Ana Raine

October 17: Sabrina York (Halloween Thursday 13) + Contest

October 18: Zenobia Renquist + Contest

October 19: B.J. McCall + Contest

October 20: Wendi Zwaduk + Contest

October 21: James Dorr

October 22: Ashlynn Monroe + Contest

October 24: Denise Agnew (Halloween Thursday 13) + Contest

October 25: N.J. Walters

October 26: Dena Garson + Contest

October 27: Lexi Post + Contest

October 28: Candace Sams + Contest

October 29: Melodie Campbell

Kate Hill's site can be found HERE
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