Guest Post – Naomi Bellina


Star Lite exercises her emerging magical talents to search for Adam, the seductive stranger who captivated her heart during an extraordinary adventure. Her every Into the Magic coversense tells her they are meant to be together, yet he has disappeared. Certain he’s in danger, she tracks him down and they meet in Las Vegas, where emotions flare and flames ignite. But Adam must complete a mysterious mission and sends her away. She uses the time waiting for Adam to study with Tristan, a passionate magician with secrets of his own. As Star’s powers are unlocked, she questions the rulings of the authoritarians who control magic. Against Tristan and Adam’s warnings, a premonition moves her to go back to Vegas. There, a new facet of her power puts her life in peril. For protection, Tristan, Adam and Star engage in a sizzling ménage ritual. Join Star as she opens her heart and soul to love, and continues her journey into the magic.



Wrapped in towels, they emerged from the bathroom. Tristan sat on the couch, sipping a drink.


“I brought a bottle of excellent Scotch. Help yourself. Well, you both have a lovely glow. Did you start without me? I hope you didn’t finish. We need to save that energy for the ritual.”


“We got a bit warmed up. I’ll sample your Scotch, thank you. The shower is all yours. Did you bring condoms in your bag of goodies?” Adam asked.


“Along with several other items I believe we’ll all enjoy.”


Adam poured them a drink and Star sipped the fiery liquid, shuddering lightly as it slid down her throat spreading tendrils of warmth. She padded to the bedroom, then stretched out on the king-size bed. Adam joined her, kneeling at her side. He sucked an ice cube into his mouth, then, parting Star’s robe, ran his lips along her neck, down to her collarbone, then to her breast. She shivered, the combination of cold and heat producing goose bumps. When he reached her nipple, he pulled it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the hard nub. She moaned.


“Do the other one.”


Adam complied, trailing his tongue along the valley between her breasts, then sucking and pulling on the other peak. He licked his way up her neck and kissed her, his mouth devouring hers.


From the living room area, she heard Tristan moving around. The door to the bedroom was partially open, and she knew he could hear their sounds of pleasure. Her initial instinct was to close the door, but she realised soon the three of them would be quite intimate.


“If you two can tear away from each other, we need to cast our circle and do our invocation,” Tristan said.


“Give us another moment or two,” Adam called back. “Are you ready? Take all the time you need, we aren’t in a rush.”


Star shivered. Was she ready? This would be intense, no doubt about that. She said she could do this, and part of her eagerly looked forward to the experience, but another part wanted to throw her clothes on and run out of the room as fast as she could. She had occasionally entertained the idea of being with two men at once, but the reality of doing it was something else. And, Star sensed their venture could be dangerous.


“Have you ever done this before? Raised power with another magician?” she asked.


Adam stood and moved onto the balcony.


“Yes, Lucas and I used to dabble in sexual magic but never to this extent, and never to invoke protection. Our forays into this field were merely to simulate ourselves as much as possible.”


“How exactly did you do that?”


“You’ll see a bit, tonight. But, mostly, what will happen here is a powerful joining of the three of us. We all have a connection, and with you and I, with what we have already, the bond will become incredibly strong.”


“You look worried, Adam. Should I be?”


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Cover Reveal – Kisses Fall! An Opeth Pack Saga novel!

KissesFall_MEDHow will Éva and her lover deal with the stranger who brings chaos and passion into their lives?  

Éva thought she had a normal life until a stranger named Álmos shows up with the intent to seduce.  When pressed for information, he claims to be a wolf, traveling to see the sights America has to offer, but her gut tells her something is off.

Every time Éva presses for more information, Álmos gives her what she feels like are only half truths to a bigger picture until it’s revealed that Roman, one of the Nobles, a race of deities trying to keep the wolves from Heaven, attacks her home in an attempt to protect her from the wolf menace.

Every action begets a reaction that only makes things worse as Éva uncovers the truth about her growing love for Álmos, and acceptance of him as part of a triad, until their lover János, is injured and forced to return to Hungary to find a cure in Lake Balaton.

Vowing to fight Ronan head on, Éva realizes she’s taking a huge risk and will probably die, but the relationship that’s been rekindled between her and Álmos, and the addition of a third only makes her more determined to win against an enemy with great power.

Saved at the last minute by Les, an enigma of the Opeth Pack, he offers her a choice to return to her old life, or go forward with renewal; Éva must make the decision best for everyone around her, but what if she wanted something truly for herself?

Coming soon from Secret Cravings!  Excerpt to follow too!

Ardent Books Presents SCORCHING STORIES contest for #Writers

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


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


SCORCHING STORIES Grand Prize Winner will receive:

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


SCORCHING STORIES Top 2 Finalists will receive:

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


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

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!

Published in: on March 12, 2014 at 9:14 am  Leave a Comment  
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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?

Pick up your copy at Amazon today!

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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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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