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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New Cover for #Bisexual #Adult #Story Collection

Room for One MoreThat’s right, we’ve managed to get an updated cover that shows more romance in the grand scheme of my erotic short story collection featuring menage tales and moresomes.  Room for One More has been updated and a new story added to reflect my growing bisexual desires, plus revisit some old fantasies.

Six A handful of short erotic stories featuring threesomes of various orientations is packed into this collection using choice words designed to arouse, inspire and instigate erotic feeling and action.

I won’t lie, Lashway’s Lease was a personal fantasy of mine.  Originally slated to be in Mistress Anna, the story didn’t make the cut due to word limitations.  But it found a home here and online for a brief time back in the early 2000s on a few sites before resting in this collection as a favorite of many long time readers.

Here’s the first few thousand words to tease you…

Lashway’s Lease

By Sascha Illyvich


Sweat dripped her brow.  She smoothed her skirt over her nylon-clad thighs.  Slender legs led to fuck me pumps underneath a cream-colored business suit tailored to show off her every curve.  She looked one last time in the mirror, tugging her brown curls.  She tucked one behind her ear before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall towards Bruce Callahan’s office.  Her nerves were fluttering butterflies in her stomach, but she had to do this.  She needed a new place to live after next week.

Walking past the blonde secretary popping gum, Lindsey sashayed into Bruce’s office, still amazed that he’d amassed so much wealth in such a short period.  His black leather chair sat against a large ocean view window behind a large lacquer desk.  Two smaller chairs sat in front of his desk.  The walls to her left and right were bare, except for a bookcase that had several file folders scattered about.

“I’d rather be out there,” Bruce turned to face her.

“Wow,” she let out a breath.  His pale skin and hair were gorgeous.  His clean-shaven face was even more handsome, his rugged chin and sea blue eyes, captivating.  Realizing that she was already damp between her thighs, she stepped cautiously forward.  Unsure, she stumbled over the plush carpet, tripping only to catch herself on the back of one of the black chairs.

Her cheeks flushed.

“You okay?”  He leaned over his desk, offering her a hand.

His hand was huge compared to hers.  “Yeah, I’m fine.  Just a little tired.  I was up late studying last night.”  She smoothed her skirt again, fidgeting with the hem before sitting down.

“What can I do for you?”

Looking directly at him, she frowned hard.  “Bruce, not even a hi?  Or a hello short stuff?”

Bruce turned his head away from her.

Settling her hands on her hips, she pushed her shoulders back.  “Do you hate me?”

An eyebrow rose.  “What?”

“It’s a fair question, Bruce.  You’ve avoided my phone calls, put me off, kept me away from your office and made me beg you to get this appointment.  I practically had to cut class just to make it here.”

“I don’t hate you, Lindsey.  You know better.”

“Then what’s the deal?  I thought we were lovers.”

Lindsey put her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips.  “I’m sorry,” She leaned forward, even more heat rising.  She was sure her cheeks were flustered now.

“I like your freckles.” he laughed.

Her lips formed a pout.  “It’s not funny Bruce.”

“You’re right.  It’s not.  And we are lovers.  Always.”

Crossing her legs, she watched Bruce stare open mouthed at her thighs.

His expression changed back to the same solemn face he’d worn when she first came into his office.  “First, I know what you’re trying to do.  It won’t work.  Money and my sex drive are not the same.”

“Here’s to hoping that could change.”  She winked and licked her lips.  Bruce turned a computer monitor towards her.

“See this?”

Leaning farther over the desk, Lindsey nearly had to get out of her seat to see the tiny print on the screen.  “Yeah.  That’s my credit report.”

“That’s the report I pull for every prospective tenant before I even meet with them.”

“Yes.  And that report looks clean.”

“It is. But you have very little credit history.  For God’s sakes honey, you’re barely twenty-two years old.  How much do you make an hour?”

“I’m in college and, wait.  Why am I telling you this?  You gave me that job at the coffee shop.  You know where I work.”  More sweat formed at her brow.  She fanned herself with a hand.


He pointed to another figure on the monitor.  “Your credit history isn’t very long.  Running some numbers in another program I use,” he turned to the keyboard.  Another program came into view showing things like income to debt ratio, average risks and other numbers Lindsey wasn’t familiar with.

He smirked.  “You’re too high a risk.”

Her frown deepened.  “Damnit Bruce, you can’t just do me this one favor?”

“Look Lindsey, you know how much I love you, but I can’t predict the future.  What if a tidal wave comes and wipes out the island.  What if you lose this job and can’t find another one, or you do and it’s closer to Houston.  Then what?  I lose my passive income.  Besides, you don’t want to live out here while they’re developing.  Prices are skyrocketing as it is. How are you going to expect to afford to stay here with an average rent increase of five percent a year?”

Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and slumped back in the chair.  Looking at Bruce made her hate her body for betraying her by getting wetter.  She hated her predicament too.  It wasn’t her fault for being born almost eight years after him.

Her nipples tightened into little buds beneath her white blouse.  Her body ached for him to touch her. The pool of liquid at her thighs seemed to be trickling down her leg.

“I’ll give you that date you’ve always wanted.”

Bruce glared at her.

Her lips curled upwards in a smile.  “I’ll get that cute guy to come with us.”

Bruce’s eyes widened.  “You know that I know better.”

“Yeah,” she sighed.  “I guess you’re right.  I’m sorry to have bothered you, Bruce.”

“No trouble, babe.  Bother me any time you want.  Just don’t come looking for a place to rent from me until you’ve got a better paying job.”

Standing, Lindsey ran her hands down her skirt, smoothing it over her sticky thighs.  Walking around the desk, she hugged Bruce, despite feeling upset at him.  His large body enveloped her, making her feel safe, protected and loved.  Beads of sweat slid down her brow.  “It’s hot in here.”

“It’s just you, doll.”  Bruce smiled.

With her body molded to his, she felt how aroused Bruce was. “You’re so tiny,” Bruce pointed out, shifting his weight so that she slid between his powerful thighs.

She glared at him.  “Don’t remind me, you shit.”

Bruce’s arms slipped away from her.  He turned, hiding a smile.  “Get that grin off your face, damnit!”

The truth was, she wanted him.  Bruce was so busy working all the time that he didn’t realize when Lindsey was sending him signals.

How many times had she lay awake at night and finger fucked herself to an unsatisfying orgasm?  How many nights had she spent, covered in sweat thinking about Bruce’s soft touch and hard thighs?

Too many to count.

Sighing heavily, Lindsey spun around, her curly hair whipping around in her face.  Brushing away the lose strands, she parted her lips to speak.

“What?”  Bruce had returned to his chair.

“I’ll give you a call in a day or so, all right?”

“Yes.  Pleas do.”

Turning, Lindsey sashayed out of his office, shaking her hips with each step.  Bruce didn’t seem to notice.

The sun was blinded her when she walked outside.  Lindsey slipped on a pair of shades.  It was too humid outside.  Bruce was right; she didn’t want to live on the island.  Galveston’s weather fluctuated from hot to worse and made her hair curl tighter.  She shouldn’t be sweating profusely after seeing Bruce.  He was hot, all of 6’1 and hard in all the right places.

Of course, it was July in Texas.  That could explain the heat.


Arriving at her car, she put the key in the ignition and slammed her hands on the steering wheel.  Lindsey adjusted herself and the sticky vinyl creaked beneath her.  Unsatisfied, frustrated and wet as a river between her thighs, she picked up her cell phone.

“Hello?  Yeah, Lane?  Lindsey here.  I need a favor.”

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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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Price Reduction on #Paranormal #Erotic #Menage Novels

Hello Readers,HisReign

Wanted to drop a line and let you know that Wolf Magic has been reduced in price to $0.99 on Amazon!

From the author of the USA Today Recommended novel of lycanthropy and romance, Torn to Pieces, comes this enthralling novella of werewolf and witch. Marco and Selene.He is a sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves. To Marco she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms. 

Something has to give – and does. As nights of torrid lovemaking and nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side alternate, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco’s pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts. 

Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them in this memorable paranormal romance. And don’t miss Torn to Pieces, Sascha Illyivch’s novel of two werewolves, and the woman they both love.

Grab your copy at Amazon for only .99 pennies!

Second, we dropped the price on His Reign down to $3.99 so you can get this novel for 20% less now!

Józsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack. Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want.

Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away. Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates. Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have. Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?

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Cover for paranormal erotic romance Wolf MagicOf course if you want the third book in the series, it’s out now too!  Raining Kisses continues our story of the Opeth Pack Saga!  For more about the pack, stop by, their new home on the internet!

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Raining Kisses – Book 2 in the #OpethPack Saga is out!

After slaughtering Katarina’s brother and father, along with a handful of other wolves who tried to abuse them, Nicholaus realizes his true darkness and decides to leave Hungary to keep his lovers safe from him.  Relocating to Albuquerque, New Mexico, Nicholaus made a life for himself where he controlled the shots until the Opeth Pack messenger shows up with one of his lovers, requesting his assistance back in Hungary.

Katarina’s other lover Krystyna has done something bad, but what, Katarina doesn’t know.  Her heart aches for both her stubborn lovers and forces her to find the courage to venture to America and bring Nicholaus back.  Once the threesome reunites, sparks explode but secrecy threatens to tear the triad apart, as does Prophecy.  Will Nicholaus remain with the two women who hold his Cover for Raining Kissesheart, or will his lack of control make him return to the States, alone forever? 


The idea of losing his temper again and potentially killing those he loved frightened him.

“Where’s Nicholaus?” He heard Katarina’s pained voice.

“Nicholaus, get your ass back here!” Krystyna shouted. “We’re not finished yet!”

Krystyna could be such a demanding bitch when she wanted to be. Still, he ignored them both and continued into the dense foliage, hoping he could dash through them and sprint back to town undetected.

Slinking along the ground, he crept slowly toward the bushes.

“I will come get you. I smell you, you selfish bastard. Get back here!” Krystyna yelled louder. He pictured her angry eyes, mouth hung open and fingers trembling.

Nicholaus knew he’d blown his chance. Krystyna would come after him. He sluggishly made his way back toward the front of the house. Stopping, he knew better. He was asking for trouble if he went back to his two lovers, knew his heart was asking to be loved. The problem was that he couldn’t stay here in Hungary. Not with them, not with the pack that had fallen apart. He had to leave.

“Nicholaus, get your ass back here and come face us!” Krystyna stomped toward him.

“Please, Nicholaus. I…” Katarina sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Nicholaus couldn’t bear to hear her cry. Standing on two legs again, he walked out front to the main road. “I’m here,” he sighed heavily.

“Why would you disappear on us again after the three of us are reunited?” Katarina ran to him, tears in her eyes. “Why would you do that to me? Again?”

He had no response.

“He’s an asshole, like the rest of the Opeth Pack males.” Krystyna uncrossed her arms and drew Katarina to her.

He shook his head. “It’s easier to run when I know what’s best for you both.” The words came out a whisper but both women heard him loud and clear.

“But,” Krystyna’s lip trembled, “you don’t know what’s best for me or her. You don’t know, Nicholaus. You have no idea,” tears streamed down her face, “how much we’ve suffered without our third and binding partner.”

Nicholaus looked at Krystyna. Her face showed little emotion but he caught the desperate need for completion in her eyes. She could never totally hide her feelings from him. Hell, it was blatantly obvious what she needed, desired most. Too bad she had no idea what she was truly asking for.

“I’m a murderer.” he looked away.

“You’re a wolf. Embrace what you are, Nicholaus. You did what you had to in order to protect us. I forgave you a long time ago.”

Katarina’s sweet words hit his heart with the force of a tank. He didn’t want to embrace what he was. He’d killed before in cold blood. He’d murdered her brother and father right in front of her. It didn’t matter that they were trying to rape her. There had to be another solution if he had just thought long enough about it.

“You’re going to have to get over the past someday, Nicholaus. Even I let shit go after a while.”

Krystyna reached for him but dropped her arms and looked at Katarina.

Katarina nodded.

Something was up between them.

The look that passed between them made him pause. “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 on 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.

Krystyna’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 onto 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 toward 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.

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Published in: on January 25, 2014 at 10:41 am  Leave a Comment  
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More adventures in #Hungary with the #OpethPack

Turned in Raining Kisses and will be working diligently to get the third book in mad shape for release in a few more Cover for Raining Kissesmonths.  We’re in the process of working on the fmm piece with two wolves, one who has a secret to admit to Eva,  who has a world of secrets she’s unaware of.

I decided to mix things up where as the previous two Opeth Pack books were mfm, this one is definitely mmf, with definite bisexual fun shared by all.

There will be more digging in Hungary, more to share about parts of California and a lot more concerning this mysterious Prophecy surrounding the pack!

Once I’m settled in Tennessee, I’l throw up an unedited excerpt!

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Unedited Menage Sex Scene for @AnasHotBox

HisReignYou see, I do need the SEO ;)

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.


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.


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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Destiny for the Opeth Pack wolves overrides want as Józsi returns to Hungary to save the lovers he’d left behind from their mad Alpha.

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Chapter One


Ten Years Later.


It never snowed this early in Texas. Especially not in November in Houston. Still, looking out of the window onto the streets of downtown Houston, Józsi saw the snow fall. The faint idea that there would be a lot of people finding out that a cold winter actually did not mean shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt amused him.

Unless you were lupine. Then you simply didn’t give a fuck about the weather.

Nothing in the States could compare to the harsh winters in any Eastern European country.

Józsi inhaled sharply and cold air from the open window filled his lungs. Picking up his glass of Hungarian red wine, he took a long slow sip and sighed. The warm liquid slid down his throat but didn’t have the same warming effect as the brandy he’d had the night before.

Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the soft leather recliner and picked up the cigar he’d just lit. He took a draw and exhaled, filing the room with the scent of tobacco, cocoa, and smoke. The scent reminded him of growing up in Hungary. He smoked the same cigars his father smoked, Proprio. Drank the same red wine his father did. And ultimately ended up the same way his father did.


Oh, Józsi could get the girl if he wanted.

He’d had plenty of opportunities growing up in Hungary amongst the wolves, and even more when he’d moved to Texas. American women were infatuated with his strong jaw, soft yet masculine accent, and the way he carried himself. Women constantly asked if they could run their fingers through his long, dark hair, sighing blissfully when their fingers ran over strong, broad shoulders. He’d simply fluttered thick, dark lashes at them, smiled and laughed a rich, masculine sound that he knew made blood pool below a woman’s stomach.

Sometimes, they’d just look into his eyes and swoon. He knew there was intensity in his gaze, which was evident in his dark blue irises. There was only one who was not affected by him at all. But that didn’t matter.

A knock at the door forced Józsi’s attention from his memory.

Checking his watch, he noted it was only just after six pm. He took a puff on his cigar and set it down in the large, dark cigar ashtray. Walking to the door, he looked through the peephole and sighed. The scent of another wolf always made him anxious.

“I know you’re home,” the female voice yelled. “Let me in, it’s fucking cold out here!”

Józsi groaned. It had to be her. Of course it did.

Opening the door, Lukina stood before him, dressed in her usual white cloak. Red curls spilled out from beneath her white stocking cap, framing her doll-like face.

He hadn’t seen her in ten years. The memory of leaving her and Ilona all those years ago came crashing back into his mind followed by images of the last few times he’d been back to Hungary. Not because he was homesick, mind. Nor had his trip had anything to do with the love he had for both Lukina and Ilona. He’d thrown that away years ago when he left them.

He returned merely to keep tabs on things he found himself unable to feel otherwise. Distance wasn’t a problem for reading auras but without practice his skill set became less than what it was.

He shrugged the memories off. This was no time for memories from the past.

His gaze finally really examining her, Lukina stole his breathe.

She pushed her way past him and headed straight for his recliner.

He frowned. “How did you find me?”

She glanced over her shoulder. “I had a little help from our bond through the witch. And I did some digging on my own—”

God damn it. The pack witch must have returned and resumed her former position by now. She’d left for the same reason he had. No desire to deal with Prophecy. Her bond with all the wolves made it easier for her to keep tabs on them wherever they were. Józsi hated that shit because it meant things like Lukina showing up could happen without difficulty. He never could truly hide from the world he wanted to escape. Still, he wasn’t about to have Lukina stalking through his apartment like she owned everything. Józsi moved toward her and cut her off. “What the hell are you doing?”

Turning perfectly plump lips down in a frown, she sat down. Lukina picked up his glass of wine and took a drink. “I needed that.”

Growling low, he set his hands on his hips. “Aren’t you still underage?”

She wiped her mouth and smirked. “Does it matter with wolves?”

It didn’t. Wolf custom and age ran differently than human standards. Józsi sighed. “What do you want?”

She lifted the wine glass to her lips and peered over the rim, her blue eyes sparkling with interest. “I can’t pay my favorite pack mate and obsession a visit?”

Tilting his chin down, he glared at her. “No. When you show up it usually means something is wrong. Spill it.”

Looking up, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re no any fun anymore, Józsi. What happened?”

He turned away from her. Reaching for the bottle on the table beside him, he picked it up and retrieved another glass. Filling it with wine, he took another drink. Swirling the liquid around the bowl, he returned his gaze to Lukina. She was so tiny, so petite, it was a wonder that she hadn’t been killed off as a baby.

He’d never tell her that he admired her courage.

Swirling the glass around in her hands, she looked down for a moment. Speaking low, the words came loud anyway. “Anyway, you’re needed back in Budapest.”

He scoffed, crossed his arms over his chest. “No I’m not.”

Lukina cocked a brow and scowled at him, her tone challenging his. “You don’t even know what for.”

As though he gave a fuck about challenges from other wolves. The only thing that mattered was that he was left alone, as he had been for the last ten years. “It doesn’t matter.” He set his glass down on the marble countertop.

Her head shot up. “Yes, it does. It concerns—“

He shouted, “No, it doesn’t Lukina. I am not needed back there anymore.”

She set her glass down on the table beside her and stood up. Storming across the room, anger glaring in her eyes, she reached out and slapped Józsi.

The sting burned his face and made his head spin. His jaw dropped. It’d been a long time since someone had slapped him like that.

Fire burned in those deep blue eyes of hers. “How dare you turn your back on our lover! Leave the pack, fine. Let Kiba and his bullshit politics burn bridges, fine. But you gave me your word you would never turn your back on us.” Her voice rose in pitch.

His shoulders stiffened. He turned away from her, looked out the window and back at her again. “You were ten years old, Lukina. How was I supposed to know what was going to happen? Or that you’d—“

“Remember? I love you, and I loved you then, but not like Ilona. You were everything to her. You were the one who was not content with Hungary. Or the pack. So,” she said as her voice calmed and she was now in his face– a funny sight, he realized, since he was a good foot and a half taller than she–, “you’ll listen to what I have to say before you make the right choice.” She punched her finger into his chest for emphasis.

Józsi turned his gaze from her and looked out the large window.

Gray skies had grown darker.

Lukina’s small hand cupped the warm spot on his cheek and forced him to face her. “You have to come back. You know I’m right.”

Her voice had gone from angry to soft and pleading. He hated that. It made things so much harder for him.

Growling low, he let the threat between them die. He wasn’t going to play her Alpha or mate. “Fine. What do you need of me?”

She returned to her seat. “First off,” she cleared her throat, “Kiba’s gone insane.”

He shrugged. “This is nothing new. We all knew it would happen one day. His increasing behavioral issues were already causing problems when we were all growing up. It didn’t seem odd to anyone else that he picked random fights and had the crazy possessed look in his eyes. Hell, even his brother Les didn’t appear shocked, sadly. There is no one Alpha enough to take his place?”

She didn’t reply.

He understood the implied silence. “Oh no,” he backed off, “I’m not coming back to fulfill some God damned prophecy to get the pack to Paradise. I swore off prophecies when I moved to Texas.”

“Yes I know.” She rolled her eyes. “You’ll leave all that shit to the now dead Elders.”

He stiffened and gasped. “Now dead? What happened?”

“I told you.” She leaned forward, sipping her wine again. “Kiba went insane. The ones who could fight him lost, the others were killed by hunters.”

Józsi leaned back in his chair. “So be it. Old bastards were nothing but trouble anyway.”

Lukina stood and stalked toward Józsi with that angry look in her eyes. Hand raised, she swung.

He caught her fist this time. She was still cold from outside despite the invisible fur layer and coat, but something else was off.

Heaving a sob, she stepped back and then threw herself onto him, wrapping her tiny arms around his large frame.

He felt wetness on his silk shirt, tears from her. She began crying, sobbing louder. “It’s not fair what they’re asking us to do, Józsi. It’s not fair.”

Józsi wrapped his arms around Lukina and stroked her hair.

She nuzzled closer. He could feel her body was cold. He inhaled her clean rain scent, tangling his fingers in her hair. “What’s going on?” His voice dropped to a bare whisper.

“Kiba’s most recent fits of insanity have provoked others to leave and put fear into the minds of our female wolves who stayed. He’s gone off his rocker and actually abused some of our women.” She sniffled. Backing up, she looked into his eyes.

He saw himself reflected in her beautiful round eyes and wanted to tear his own heart out. Why he had left her and her sister so long ago was beyond him. It had just needed to be done, he quickly rationalized.

He had to ask. “What of Ilona?”

Her sobs grew louder. “Yes, drága.” Dear. “She has been abused by Kiba.”

He ground his teeth loudly. “How did this happen?”

She sniffled and pushed back from his body. Looking into his eyes, she spoke through tears. “She changed her name to honor your journey and Kiba punished her for it. He would not have an American wolf in a Hungarian pack. So he beat her.”

Józsi wanted to growl louder and rip out Kiba’s throat. But he kept his emotions in check. Illogical, emotional outpouring wouldn’t do any good. “He’s old and she cannot be so young anymore. Surely she could defend herself.”

Lukina nodded. “Yeah, she could. The first few times he came to punish her, she had been ready and caught him off guard. But the last time he’d brought a few other rogue wolves and kidnapped her.” Her sobs grew louder once again.

Józsi clenched his fists and looked at the ground, eyes closed. He lifted his head, rubbed a hand down his chin and let out a deep breath.

“We need you to come make things right, Józsi. Please!”

He hated hearing her beg but he stroked her soft hair and whispered, “This is the way of wolves. It truly is survival of the fittest.”

“No!” Lukina burst into hysterics, pounding her fists on Józsi’s back. “No, not like this! This isn’t us against man or nature! It’s insanity at the hands of the Flower Maiden!”

That bitch again. Their supposed goddess whose sole purpose was to guide them toward this ideal of paradise…Józsi scoffed. With Lukina’s outburst, he tried to remain calm despite the storm raging inside of him. “We all knew it would happen someday, Lukina. The prophecy said so. The pack must now make a choice.”

“No, Józsi! It cannot work that way with an insane maniac on the loose. He’ll kill us all. Even our pack witch has left us, leaving us defenseless. Her absence we can deal, with but do you not care for your other mate?”

He turned from her, shook his head. Of course he cared for his two mates, but the triad of him, Lukina and Ilona was nothing more than an experience he’d regretted because of the outcome. Why bother with the painful details? “Why do you both need me?”

“Because Kiba is losing his mind and needs to be stopped. He is causing problems with other packs and will not listen to our Elders or anyone else. And we still rightfully belong to you!”

He’d felt Kiba losing his mind from across the ocean. The weak bond had nagged at him at various times throughout the years, particularly in the winter, but there had been no way for him to be sure since he’d broken off most of his contact with the Moon pack, finally severing ties after his last trip six years ago. “What makes you think I can stop him?”

“Nothing. Ilona and I want out of Hungary. We want to be free again as we were before Kiba.”

Trailing a fingernail over her soft cheek, he wiped away tears. “The man is a fucking psycho. I cannot help you. There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry. ”

Her eyes widened. “But you promised Ilona and me. You promised you’d always defend us, always love us. You promised that someday you’d come back for us.”

“I…I…” His mouth hung open. He had no defense. In truth, he’d given his word at an early age before he’d had all the shit to he had to deal with. He’d sworn before the moon itself to protect them from harm as they were bound to him, and he to them.

He realized now there was no other choice. “Okay.”

Her head tilted to the side and her voice lowered. “You’ll be on the plane tomorrow?”

He sighed heavily. “Tonight.”

Lukina looked into his eyes. “Really?”

He blinked. Seeing desperation in her exhausted expression tore at him. He couldn’t leave his mates alone, even if he wanted to. “Yes. Really.”

Her eyes lit up. “Thank you, drága.” Dear.

Anything for Ilona. “What is her American name now?”

Lukina ran a hand through his dark hair. “She calls herself Meredith.”

Surprised, he shifted his weight and held Lukina closer. “Does anyone actually call her that?”

She nodded. “Yes. She’s grown quite fierce and violent since Kiba lost his mind.”

He sighed heavily. “Has Kiba been talking about finding Paradise again?”

Lukina blinked and wiped away tears that streamed down her cheeks. She sniffled. “Yes. Swears he can find it, and that all of us belong there. Says the way to Paradise has to do with sacrificing certain females of our pack. He’s also been talking about showing humans exactly what we are so they can worship us.”

Paradise. The magical place wolves were said to have been created in, then kicked out of, and granted return only upon fulfilling a prophecy no one knew much about.

Pure bullshit, as far as Józsi was concerned.

He hated that she’d been here ten minutes and already he’d been brought back into pack politics.

“The man was always an old fool, ever since I can remember. Now he’s just slipped further into madness.”

Lukina pulled away from Józsi and returned to his leather recliner. She picked up his cigar and took a puff on it.

He rolled his eyes at her and let her take his cigar.

Finally he tossed her his torch. “It needs to be relit. And since when do you smoke?”

Drága, anything to be close to home again.” She referred to her father and his own. Both men used to smoke cigars while out walking around the castles on the north side of Lake Balaton. She picked up the lighter and lit the end of the cigar, taking a few short puffs before getting a deep breath. Exhaling, she blew out a thick ring of smoke that billowed above her head. “I like the smell of these things.”

“I do too.”

Neither said a word for a few moments. Józsi watched Lukina closely, wondering what exactly was on her mind. She’d loved their homeland, so had Ilona. Could they both really want to live elsewhere when the proper nourishment and environment existed for wolves in Hungary?

He had to suppose so.

Lukina had always been progressive.

She twitched nervously, fiddling with her fingers while sitting in the recliner.

“Why didn’t your sister accompany you here instead of remaining back in Hungary?”

Lukina’s eyes widened. Sorrow crossed her beautiful blue eyes.

Józsi felt like shit for asking, but the question needed to be voiced.

“Because Kiba had been chasing her. I didn’t know what else to do so I came here.”

Naturally. Józsi rubbed his temples, feeling the stress build already. “Where did they last go to?”

She took another puff on the cigar. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t say to me or anyone else who asked, for that matter.”

“I assume this behavior has to do with Prophecy.”

She nodded slowly.

His jaw twitched. “Figures.”

Lukina finished her glass of wine. “Hit me again.”

Józsi filled her glass. He hated asking but needed all the information if he was going to risk his life for his mates. “So, what’s new in this prophecy?”

Lukina took a long sip of her wine and set her glass down. “You’re still the one we’re all betting on who will be Alpha.”

He snorted. Never. He wasn’t cut out for the responsibility of giving others hope only to have it yanked it out from under them like a cheap rug. “As if.”

“Hush.” She clasped her hands together and tilted her chin up. “The witch left us, as I said earlier. She could only translate about half of the texts left by the Elders before they died. Once the pack is structured properly with all the parts are in place, the heavens will supposedly open up and let us into Paradise.”

He frowned. “The idea is pure bullshit at this point. We’ve been on this planet for how many years, and so far have been given what? A witch that left us, an insane wolf who became Alpha, and what of Les?”

She ran a hand through her red curls. Pulling her cloak around her, she sighed. “Les is staying with us but keeping mostly to himself. He made a play for the witch but Marco interfered.”

Les. The young pup once thought of as the loser of the pack. Józsi had heard of him through the grapevine, was aware that the Omega had managed to find himself dumped on American soil and that was the last he heard. “Marco, huh? What happened there?”

Lukina smiled. “Long story short, turns out he and our witch are mates.”

Shock must have registered across Józsi’s face because Lukina’s grin widened.

“Yeah,” she continued. “Surprised me too. But he’s destined as we all are, to fulfill roles in the prophecy. Just as it is writ, it has been fulfilled.”

“I want no part in it.”

“Fine.” She reached for her glass. “We hear you. I just want my mate back. And…”

Józsi nodded. “Good. Now that we’re settled with that.” He took back his cigar from Lukina and puffed on it, only to find it had gone out again.

She handed him the torch.

He relit his cigar and inhaled, sucking in the opulent creaminess of the Ecuadorian cigar before blowing out a huge cloud of smoke. “It’s time for bed.”

She stirred in the leather chair, caressing his thigh with her foot.

The gesture made him hard. It also annoyed him. He looked down at her, seeing her through her mass of red curls to see her beautiful round face. She’d developed hard lines from age and hardship, no doubt. But she still looked as beautiful as the day he met her.

That memory was one he’d keep buried.

“I’m still sober.” She thrust her empty glass in his direction.

Sighing, he poured another glass of wine and handed it to Lukina. “Drink up. Get some rest.” Taking a long, slow sip, Józsi finished off the bottle. “We must leave late tonight if we are to return and avoid detection.”

Lukina reached for the glass and took a long sip before setting it in her lap and swirling it around. “Kiba doesn’t know I left. I was out on errands when I made the choice to come find you.”

“Oh.” Józsi swirled his still full glass for distraction. “He knows you’re gone. Through the link our pack shares, weak as it is, I’m also sure he knows that you’ve found me. I’m sure he’ll have something waiting for us.”

She sighed. “Is there nothing we can do?”

He met her gaze, and saw his anger reflected in her beautiful eyes. “Get some rest. I’ll handle this.”

Lukina nodded. “I’ll help. I want to.”

He cocked his head slightly. “You’re just out to further annoy me, aren’t you?”

She stuck her tongue out.

The offer of help was definitely heartfelt, yet he remained determined to keep her from danger. “You need me to. You don’t remember the lands, I’m sure.”

He growled low again. Lukina was right. He hadn’t remembered most of the land or the way to where their pack called home. He’d left that information behind when he came to America.

It only took several years and for him to stop visiting…

Lukina slid down the leather chair and onto the floor before she leaned against his knees, resting her head on his thigh. “How have you managed avoiding discovery of what we are here?”

“I live in a large city. People here in Houston are too busy with the mundane dealings in their lives to notice what’s right in front of them.”

“So you hide out in the obvious.”

He nodded.

“Come on, let’s go to bed. There’s room for you.” He sighed heavily. He did not want to revert back to pack habits of sleeping huddled up. But the sight of Lukina’s body and the warmth she’d provide him with was something he’d missed anyway. If he could only get Ilona out of his mind.

He stood and walked down the short hall to his bedroom.

Lukina slid off the chair and followed behind him.

“Why did you leave us, drága?” Dear.

Walking to his bedroom, Józsi peeled off his shirt and turned to face Lukina.

Grinning, she licked her lips.

He tossed his shirt aside and turned away. “Because I don’t take orders very well. And I hated hearing all the bullshit about the prophecy.”

“You do know,” she said as she dropped her cloak behind her and stepped out of her pants, “that our witch is pregnant with our future ruler, right?”

Glaring at Lukina, Józsi reached into the top drawer of his dresser and found a pair of sweatpants. “Here. You are not at home, so you will sleep clothed.”

She frowned. “I could put you in the mood, you know.”

Damn right she could, but it wouldn’t be right. Not after ten years of absence and not without their third. Józsi glared at her.

She spoke in a sweet, singsong manner. “It’ll be our first time.”

Józsi continued ignoring the fire beginning to heat his body. “And I don’t care what the witch’s business is. It’s none of mine.”

“It’s Marco’s baby.”

His jaw twitched.

Marco was a troublemaker. Several years younger than Józsi, Marco was always stirring things up and causing mischief. “So the little bastard settled down finally?”

She nodded. “He nearly killed Les.”

Józsi did well to hide his surprise there. It also figured that he’d end up with a softhearted witch.

Józsi handed Lukina the top he’d picked out for her. It was oversized as well, dwarfing her. “You’ll get used to clothes.” He threw on a tank and shorts and climbed into bed.

Lukina climbed in beside him, facing him. She wore a pout on her face. “I’ve gotten used to seeing you and your large muscled body very easily.” Her voice dropped another hitch.

She was cold compared to him. Snuggling closer to him, she wrapped an arm around his waist.

He let out an exasperated breath and rolled away from her. Closing his eyes, he felt her arm snake around his waist. Józsi pushed her away and lay on his stomach. After a few minutes, he heard her breathing settle into a slow rhythm. When he was certain she was asleep, he finally closed his eyes.

Her fingers found his and interlocked. “I need this…

The warmth felt so comforting. He hadn’t felt this feeling in years and it seemed he needed it too, even if she would be naked and tangled around him in the morning because instinctively, he’d strip off his clothes and revert back to pack mentality of cuddling for warmth.


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His Reign – Book One of the Opeth Saga OUT NOW!

HisReignJózsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack.  Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want. 

Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away.  Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates.  Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have.  Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?


Looking at her, he captured her mouth with his and sucked in her tongue, playing with it, rolling it around his mouth.

Ilona pressed her body to his, fitting nicely against his hardness before drawing a leg around his and rubbing herself against him.

Lukina’s nimble hands encircled his waist, fingers splaying beneath his shirt.

Józsi shuddered beneath her touch. Lukina’s fingers caressed his body, sending signals straight to his cock. He smelled the liquid pooling between two pairs of lips, drew in their scents.

He pulled back from kissing Ilona and dipped his head to kiss Lukina.

Her lips weren’t as plump as Ilona’s, but still juicy, all the same.

Lukina moaned, arching her body into his, her breasts crashing into his side, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding down over his massive shoulders.

He hoped he could keep this up.

Arching her body against his, he felt every inch of Lukina with his hands.

Ilona flicked her tongue over the curve of his ear. She breathed heavily in his ear.

His knees went weak. How could they both feel so good to him? “Oh god!” Words came out as a harsh whisper. He grabbed Ilona by the shoulders and shoved her down to her knees.

She fell to the ground and reached for his zipper.

He jerked away at first.

“Józsi, why?” Ilona looked up at him, her hair matted and her lips open in a pout.

He looked down at her with soft eyes. The image of her sucking his cock surfaced and made his hard cock ache. His heart wondered how he could love them both, if he loved anyone at all. “How can I please both of you at the same time?”

“You need not worry about that.” Lukina spoke first. “Just love us emotionally. The physical stuff will come into play soon enough.”

He didn’t want to believe in the emotional attachment. It had been so long since he’d had an emotional attachment to anyone that he’d almost forgotten how.

It was a struggle between his mind and his heart again. He didn’t know what to do. But he quickly realized it didn’t matter.

Ilona’s hand brushed over his cock and he twitched beneath his pants. She reached for the zipper, slowly tugging it down, down until his cock was free. His cock fell forward, proudly jutting outward.

She wrapped nimble fingers around it and began licking it like a lollipop.

Józsi shuddered, his nerves on edge from her mouth on his cock and Lukina’s tongue in his ear. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, trembles started low in his belly and branched outward to his knees.

He felt Lukina’s fingers tangle in his hair, catching loose strands of hair from his ponytail. She took a handful of hair and tugged his head backward, exposing the chorded muscle of his neck. Licking his neck, she swirled her tongue around in circles.

Sensations shot through his body from both women.

“Let me love you,” Ilona begged, her lips sealing around his cock while she spoke.

“And let me love you too.” Lukina’s mouth latched onto his neck rapaciously.

He couldn’t think. Physical response took over, pushing out all other thoughts. Shoving away the desire to evade the prophecy, the people or the pack. Unadulterated lust consumed him. Compulsion to bury himself inside her warmth drove his actions.

Gripping his cock in one hand, he pulled it from Ilona’s mouth. “Get on the ground,” he commanded in a raspy voice.

Ilona giggled.

In an instant, Lukina moved from his side to Ilona’s.

Ilona sat on the ground, leaning back on her hands, spreading her long legs apart.

Lukina’s mouth sealed over Ilona’s.

Józsi took his cock and pumped himself a few times, feeling the satiny steel erection already slick with precum and Ilona’s saliva. Kneeling beside Ilona, he took her face in his hands and brought his mouth down on hers with fervor. Sinking his tongue between her lips, he embraced the feeling of her hands around his shoulders. Tension escaped him as her fingers massaged his aching muscles.

A second pair of hands found his mane, stroking his hair, comforting him. Setting him at ease. He opened his eyes briefly to see Ilona’s voluptuous body glowing a grayish white color. Warmth filled his veins.

“Take your pants completely off, silly!” Ilona pressed her lips to his chest.

Lukina continued licking his ear, flicking her tongue against the soft skin.

Ilona reached for his cock, gripping him with warm, nimble fingers. She began pumping him.

He arched his body forward and a blissful moan escaped his lips.

Fingers tousled his hair, ran down his chest. Someone reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Discarding his shirt, he watched Lukina’s mouth attach to one nipple.

Ilona’s fingers caressed his chest, starting from his neck and running down his stomach before taking his cock in hand again.

His stomach trembled, tremors racing throughout his body. The pungent scent of both women’s arousal filled his nose, sex heavy in the air.

She gave him a few pumps. “I want this inside me,” she begged.

Unable to think, he leaned forward, aching to give her what she wanted.

Her mouth sealed around his cock, heat engulfing him. Fingers traced patterns over his spine, sending more shivers throughout his body.

Lukina’s hands caressed his hair, tugging, brushing through his long thick hair. Relaxation set in slowly as desire kicked in full steam.

Ilona sucked him slowly, her tongue flicking over his head like a candy cane. She drew him in deeper and deeper until she’d sucked him all the way to the hilt. His balls rested heavy on her chin.

A hand snaked under his cock to caress his shaved balls.

He groaned, balling his fists in the air.

Fingernails ran across his sensitive skin.

His hips jerked forward, his mind barely processed Lukina’s fingers holding his sac.

Lukina took his hands and pulled them behind him.

Nails dug into his wrists, exiting him further. His balls drew up against his skin.

Ilona moaned, sending vibrations over his cock and throughout his body.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he groaned through gritted teeth.

Ilona withdrew his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and laughed. “Of course, but you’ve got to give me something.”

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FREE on AMAZON this weekend, Dark Desires – an erotic MMF Menage

Cover for my erotic menage storyHey Readers,

I’m giving away a free story this weekend on Amazon, partially to reward my readers, long time and new for sticking with me!  Included in this email is the first chapter of “Dark Desires” a story I penned for several years back but didn’t finish until recently.

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Raven finds herself in the midst of needing something only two dominant men can show her. But can she realize that the power of their love is greater than her desire to remain alone? Only time will tell. But one thing’s for sure. Hot sex will sway her judgment until she cannot handle anymore from both Romyn and Alex. Will Raven realize her darkest desire is actually what her heart wants?



Flowers had appeared regularly on her desk since she’d seen Romyn earlier in the week.  Both he and Alex had signed the card but said nothing of it.  The other employees, most of the men anyway, figured she was being rewarded for her high work standards and increased profits due to her efforts.

Yet Raven wasn’t stupid.  She knew what this was.  Looking at the last large bouquet on her desk made her want to scream.  But she’d actually gone to the damn party to make the promised appearance, not to reminisce about the stupid flowers.

Crappy pop music played on the radio while her co-workers, some of whom were in the construction side of business, danced, talked or drank.  The few other women present glared daggers at Raven from the corner.

Rumours circled that Romyn and Alex favoured her not only as an employee but for something else. The other women clearly had their panties up in a wad.

Fuck’em.  It wasn’t her fault they didn’t care about their appearances or doing a decent job.

Leaning against her desk, Raven hung back in the crowd at the stupid office party.  She detested how much of what went on would end up in a disaster of office gossip and nonsense the next day while she remained silent and unnoticed.  The weird one who got the job done, Raven preformed her duties as a secretary better than anyone else could have imagined.

Yet, here she was.  Her crappy, watered down drink only fuelled her anger.  Her puissant pay check reminded her she worked too hard for too little.

Oh and let’s not forget she lived alone.

Her boss, Peter, approached her with a dopey grin on his face.

Raven groaned.

His fading hairline and bags under those grey eyes gave away his age.  His white shirt irritated her too.  Still she had to play nice.  “Any chance you’re free and want to cut this party short?”

She kept her tone neutral.  “Afraid not.  Having too much fun here.”

He sighed and gave her that longing look most men his age did when they saw her.

She adjusted the navy blue blazer she wore to cover a pristine white shirt.  Goddess she hated how she had to conform here.  Even down to the blue skirt she wore, thigh highs and six inch heels, she looked like the others. It was a saving grace she was able to wear her garter belt with the stockings and the lacy bra to make her feel sexy.  The thin scrap of lace barely covering her pussy completed the feeling.

She shrugged and knocked back her watered down scotch with a gasp.  The alcohol tasted like shit because it was a cheap scotch, but it was alcohol.  It would get her fucked up enough to forget going home to an empty existence.

Peter offered her one last kind smile but made his way back to the main area where most of her co-workers converged.

Running a hand through her midnight blue hair, she set her cup down and made her way towards the bartender.  “Hit me again, jack.”  She held out her glass. If she were buzzed, she could deal with this party a lot better and make her way home before Alex showed up.

The bartender gave her a cockeyed grin and poured another drink for her.

Narrowing her eyes, she leaned closer.  She didn’t bother to hold her tongue.  “Make it a double.  I’m leaving after this. And don’t fucking water it down.”

He nodded and handed her a drink.

She ran a hand through her loose strands and let it fan out over her shoulders.  She shouldn’t be here.  Looking around at her co-workers annoyed her. Tina, the drunk who ran accounting was going through a nasty divorce.  It showed; she’d been up to her eyeballs in scotch earlier.  Now she danced on top of the table with a few of the department heads cheering her on.

Her expression looked dead, Raven decided.

And Mike, good old Irish Catholic Mike, stood in the corner lecturing some poor woman about the evils of the queer rights organizations.  Dressed in a ratty t-shirt and black pants too tight for his fat ass, he ran a hand through his mullet and continued to ‘talk’ at the poor little sap stuck listening to him.

Every time he opened his mouth he proved his level of intelligence.

When he went on his gay bashing tirades, the desire to get fucked up the ass increased.

Raven snorted.  “Fat bastard.” She sipped her drink, scanned the pathetic crowd she forced herself to see every day and then decided to leave.  Slamming her scotch, she coughed from the burn of cheap liquor before setting her glass down.  “I’m out.”  She waved and slipped past a few desks into the hall where she bumped into a solid wall.

With an oomph, she turned around to see the wall wasn’t a wall but a wall of muscle.

Romyn stood with dark eyes and the dangerous smile he always wore.  The smile made her shiver but she held her ground.  Those lips caught every female within one hundred yards off guard.

Even Raven.

She swore no man would get the better of her but if any were worthy of trying, Romyn would hold that title.

“Hello,” he held her shoulders firmly in strong hands.

Long dark hair had been tied back and hung down over a fitted suit coat that emphasized a slender yet built body.  Slacks hung off hips she felt certain were made of steel.

She remained paralyzed by the predatory stare in his icy blue eyes.

He raked his gaze over her and her cheeks flushed with heat.

Her panties grew damp.  Damn him!  “Romyn.”  She gave him a curt nod and tried to manoeuvre around him.

Yet the sheer size of his body towering over hers made it seem impossible.

His lips curled upwards in a wicked grin. “Going somewhere?  It’s not like you to leave a company party early.”

His deep rumbling voice made her want to shed the crappy corporate restraints she’d forced herself into daily and crawl all over his body until she’d taken her fill of his cock.

And then some.

Men like him were a danger to not only her libido but her heart as well.  “I see you’re not with Alex.”

Torn to Pieces Final 3“No,” Romyn sighed, “I had to make an appearance at this droll charade and then I’m off to meet him downtown.  You should join us.”  He stepped back and held out his hand.

You know you want to.  The thought whispered across her mind like silk across her lush body at night and reminded her of her toys, only naughtier.

She coughed.  “I can’t.  Afraid I’ve got a ton of work to do and,” she coughed again, “I think I’m coming down with something.”

“That something,” he nodded, “is office boredom.  The staff is so bland I barely believe they’re allowed to work for Alex.  But,” he sighed, gave a shrug of his shoulders and raked his eyes over her body once more, “so be it.  I can’t control how he runs his company.  However,” his mouth hung open, inviting a blatant offer for a kiss Raven knew she better not take, “there’s nothing wrong with you a great night out can’t fix.”

She blushed.  That act alone reminded her why she hated being near Romyn or his equally attractive friend Alex.  The two men weren’t just eye candy.

They were Lust Incarnate.

Her pussy clenched in anticipation of images now filling her mind.  She turned away from Romyn, ever so slightly.  Coughing again, she tried to fake a sneeze but nothing came out.

The depth of his voice added to arousal already building low in her body.  He leaned forward, his mouth brushing lightly over her ear, “I think a better quality scotch would help your cold, Miss Raven.”

Suddenly she found herself being escorted down the hall towards the parking garage.  Unable to stop herself, she let his long fingers caress her wrist.  The pad of his thumb worked over her palms and sent signals racing towards her throbbing clit

Raven always prided herself on being the lone wolf in all matters, capable of making her own decisions and running her life as she chose.

But Romyn made it very difficult as always.

She blinked and in an instant found herself sliding into the passenger seat of his midnight blue BMW.  The car screamed luxury and raw power, complete with soft as butter, black leather seats.  Fresh rosemary and pine scents hung in the air but Raven picked up on the sweet smell of pipe tobacco and sandalwood.

She smoothed her dark skirt over her thighs and pressed her legs together in an attempt to alleviate pressure now buzzing about her pussy.

Romyn eased into the driver’s seat, keeping her gaze focused on those lean, long legs she’d seen a few times in shorts.  He adjusted the seatbelt across his large frame and turned to meet her.  Fire burned in those eyes.

She swallowed hard.  In a quiet voice, she spoke, “Why can’t I say no to you?”

Romyn started the car and backed out of the space with ease.  Facing forward, he pulled onto the freeway and sped towards downtown, leaving her question hanging in the air.

Frustrated, Raven kept her hands to herself the entire ride until they’d pulled into a parking lot packed with a variety of cars.  “This place,” she mouthed.

“It’s not what you’d expect of me, is it?”

Turning to face him, she blinked.   “No.”

“Good.  I hate to repeat routines and meet expectations without surprising people.”  The steady cantor of his voice made her realize he could read the phone book and bring her to orgasm repeatedly.

He was the male version of Oceania, famed audio sex goddess.

She wished she’d worn thicker panties.  The deep blue thong she wore barely covered her sex and only seemed to irritate her more.

Her matching bra didn’t help, the lace rubbed across her puckered nipples, irritating her.  If it weren’t for her black suit coat, she’d be showing Romyn and the world exactly how aroused she was.

She slid out of the car and spun around to find the parking lot filled with people forming a line towards the club.  Bass driven music pounded from the entrance while dozens of kids and younger adults dressed in Goth clothing waited to be admitted.

She knew this place, frequented it regularly but had never seen Romyn here.

He left the car, hit a button and it locked.

Her door still hung open.

He came up behind her in a whisper, setting his hand on her so softly she nearly jumped out of her skin. Cover for Menage Bound

Glaring at him, she pursed her lips together in a thin line.

He stared back but the embers of lust never left those gorgeous eyes.    “You’ll want to change out of your jacket and into this.”  He held up a heavy, forest green cloak.  It appeared to match her hair and the rest of her dress.  “Or I have something else if you’d prefer to go a little more on the skimpy side. “

Snorting, she reached for the cloak.  “You never answered my earlier question.”

He cocked his head briefly, then met her with those eyes and sensual mouth.  “Oh yes, about how you cannot seem to deny me anything. I’m sure we’ll find the answer sometime this evening. Now come.  Alex awaits us.”

Raven slipped on the cloak after shedding her jacket and tossing it over the seat in his car. With a gentle push, she shut the passenger door.  Her high heels crunched along the gravel but she kept up with Romyn’s lengthy, confident stride until they passed the crowd.  A few cries and complaints echoed in the background but Raven ignored them.  Loud darkwave music blared inside and made her want to sway seductively to the slow beat that often mimicked sex.

But she would wait.  Romyn had something up his sleeve, she knew it.

No man as powerful as Romyn did anything without thought.

A view of him against the streetlight emphasized the cut of his suit.  She noticed he tied his hair back with a coloured ribbon, not a pony tail holder like normal.

What was his game tonight?

It didn’t matter.

His hand slid easily into hers.  The difference in their hand sizes made her again feel small, vulnerable.

She hated that, yet wanted it more than anything right now.

Once inside, Romyn’s hand pressed against the small of her back added to the sensation of overwhelming darkness beginning to envelope her.  Raven let him lead her to the bar, like she could stop him.

He turned, looked at her with a heated gaze and flared nostrils. “What would the pretty lady like to drink?”

Wriggling her eyebrows at him did nothing to distract the burning intensity of his gaze.  His eyes made her ever so aware of the now soaked thin scrap of lace between her legs.  “Didn’t you say I needed a better scotch,” she coughed, “to alleviate my cold?”

He chuckled.  Turning to the bartender, he slapped down a large bill, whispered something in the guy’s ear and nodded.

The bartender grinned and obliged.

Fingers from seemingly nowhere ran through her hair.

Her nostrils flared and he relaxed into the press of those fingers at the base of her skull.  They began massaging tension her, easing tension out of her until she’d nearly slumped back against Romyn’s body.

She took the scotch handed to her and brought it to her lips. Already, caramel and oak drifted upwards before she’d taken the first sip.

Then the scent of cigar, thick and heavy surrounded her.

Raven sipped her scotch and let the heat calm her nerves.  She knew who stood behind her puffing a cigar.  Alex.

“Good to see you,” Romyn turned Raven in his hand to face Alex.

The voice that responded rasped over her senses like raw silk.  Even in the darkness, she saw the blonde man for what he was.  His almost snow coloured hair fell down past his shoulders in a loose braid.  Eyes were difficult to see but she swore he licked plump lips at the sight of her.

His gaze raked over her as though he were studying her. “Hello Raven.  So glad you could join us.”  His hand reached for her shoulder, pushing the cloak back to reveal the white shirt her nipples currently puckered against.

She raised her glass.  “Last place I’d expect to see the owner of the company.”  She looked him up and down, becoming envious of the shirt hugging his thin yet muscular form.  Alex was all power in a small package.

Her eyes continued journeying down, past the large belt buckle keeping his leather kilt up.  Black thigh high boots completed the look and gave him an almost Viking biker look added to his conquering gaze.

Heat flared between her thighs and liquid pooled faster.

Gods, she was soaked.

Standing between the two men towering over her somehow seemed to block out the rest of the club goers.  “What would a man like either of you be doing here?”

They both took her by the shoulders and wordlessly escorted her past several tables and a huge stage where a cross hung on permanent display, complete with a crucified Jesus.   People swayed to pulsing bass that reminded her of the throbbing little bud begging for attention from these two men.

Yet she couldn’t involve herself with either of them.  One, she worked for them both.  Two, just…no!

Raven feared what she would do to either of them if given a chance.  She had a past of ruining men and sending them running scared for their lives.

She wasn’t violent, just very much a taker.  Raven realized she would never be completely satisfied with one man, for he couldn’t give her enough of what she sought.

Unnamed, she easily drained that feeling out of most men in a matter of weeks.

Setting down in a booth against the corner of the stage, the two men flanked her.  She took another sip of her scotch and let it soothe her racing nerves.  What could they possibly want with her?

Romyn sat on her left, Alex on her right.  Both men kept their eyes facing the outward dancing crowd but their hands remained on her.

It became difficult for her to breathe.  Confined. “I need…”

Alex looked at her with a stare hot enough to make the liquid between her thighs creamier.  “You should relax.  You work so hard for my company and we just wish to show our appreciation.”

His voice rumbled low in her ear and made her skin itch.

She had to get out of these clothes.  Smoothing the cloak behind her, she kept one hand on her drink and the other at the hem of her skirt.   Perspiration dotted her forehead.

Eyes facing forward, she watched various people dressed in semi sheer to almost see through clothing, body parts hanging out with the obvious exceptions for men.  A few women wore tops that let their breasts show way too easily.

Some women danced with other women as though in captivated lust filled love, others danced with complete abandon to a song that talked of love until death.

She licked her lips.  Raven did like the female figure.  But her appreciation ended in the bedroom.  Love was for fools.  This lesson she knew well.

The men flanking her seemed more interested in her body.  Good, because she had no heart to give them.

Romyn’s fingers slid down her arm until his thumb reached the pulse in her wrist.

Alex’s hand somehow found its way onto her stocking clad thigh.

She squirmed and pressed her legs together.  You could always say no.

She scoffed at the idea.  Raven never turned down a good fuck, especially if the two men were as powerful and capable as Romyn and Alex.  A part of her realized she needed to feed off the lust, let it build inside her and contain it until she could get another fix.  If she was truly human, then she would emulate her favourite demon, the succubus.

Alex looked questioningly at her. “Something the matter, Raven?”

His voice pulled her from her thoughts.  She took another sip of her scotch and shook her head.  “Nothing I can’t fix.”

Yet she sat between these two men like she was the one up on the cross being ogled for sins she had yet to commit.

Romyn’s fingers continued circling her skin, sending shivers racing through her.

She shot him a glare.

He didn’t move from his pose, leaving his profile to her while working his hand over her flesh in such a simple gesture.

Normal women wouldn’t be aroused.

Raven was far from normal, she remembered.

She was so not normal that she was sitting in a gothic dance club with her boss and his silent partner, letting them both paw her like a pet.

She rather liked being in this position.  Perhaps she could have some fun at their expense.

Setting her glass down on the table, she took Alex’s hand and slid it higher up her thigh.

“You’re playing with fire,” his voice roughened against her ear.

Rough, calloused hands caressed her inner thigh.  Drawing little circles over her skin, he slowly inched up her skirt.

She grinned.  “You’re the one playing with things that burn, Mr. Wolfe.”

“Then burn me.”  His tongue flicked along her outer ear while his voice sent another wave of ecstasy through her already heated skin.

The snap on the back of her skirt popped.  She jerked against the hand remaining at the small of her back and heard the masculine laughter she would always recognize as Romyn’s.

Deep, male, thick with desire, his laughter affected all of those around him, but right now it managed to drown out the heavy beat of the music.

Romyn’s tongue swirled around her neck.  Teeth sank into flesh.

She writhed against him, closing her eyes and mind to everything but the feel of Alex’s hands crawling up her thighs and Romyn’s lips pressed against her neck. “Does it get hiked up those lovely thighs, Raven?  Or do you stand and let it fall to the floor?”

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