Torn to Pieces will be released through Sizzler Editions as part of the Intoxications line!
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 who 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?
He turned down Central Ave, pulled onto 6th street around the recently converted large stone building of condos. Iolite’s top floor apartment had a great view of downtown. What she was doing here was beyond him, the music from numerous clubs and bars often kept her awake at night. “You keep me safe knowing you’re not too far away.”
The thought made him smile.
Kerian parked the bike and hopped off, rounding the corner onto Central. He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, “Hey, Iolite!”
She stood on the balcony. Her doors were open, letting in the cold. She appeared at the rail.
“Iolite,” he smiled.
She waved a hand in the air. “Here I am, Kerian! Come on up!”
He grinned and, with a salute, walked to the front door of the building and headed towards the elevator, smirking at the brown and orange color scheme chosen for the interior.
The elevator reached the top floor and the doors opened.
Before he stepped out, a pair of arms clasped around his waist. Iolite flung herself into him, her body’s warmth cut through the cold chill in his. Her hair smelled of patchouli and sandalwood, her underlying scent, rose.
“Hey now,” he laughed, pulling her tighter into his body. The doors started to shut on them.
Dressed in hip-hugging jeans and a gray sweater, her hair flowed like a large soft blanket behind her. Silvery hazel eyes sparkled. Ruby red lips puckered together and blew him a kiss. “This could be like that book I read,” she winked.
He arched an eyebrow. “What book?”
Hands slid down his back and around his chest. “Over the Moon.” Four sexy authors writing hot romances.”
With a grin, he held her hands in his, the softness of her skin a complement to his roughness. “I like where this could go.”
Her mouth seized his. Soft, pliant lips caressed his mouth, her sweet lips opening to invite him in.
Kerian’s tongue swirled around her mouth, tasting lush honey and wine as it explored her, stroking her tongue along with the rest of her.
Her tongue matched his stroke for stroke before wrapping around his and sucking.
Hands clasped his shoulders, tugging desperately at his shirt.
Kerian cupped Iolite’s face in his hands, caressing her mouth with his before plundering her with his tongue. Exploring every inch of her brought his cock to a hardness he hadn’t felt in a long time, and the warmth of her body pressing against his sent shudders through him.
“Mmm,” she pulled back from the kiss and hit a button on the elevator. The doors shut again. She dragged her mouth down his skin; she inhaled deeply and sank to her knees.
He heard the zipper on his jeans being yanked down. His cock sprang free into tiny little fingers that gripped him.
Kerian gripped a fistful of hair silken hair and inhaled sharply.
Velvet heat engulfed him from her mouth.
He jerked against her, unable to respond verbally.
She laughed, sending vibrations up the length of his cock. Her tongue swirled around his shaft and stroked the underside of him.
Flames raced up his body along. His fist tightened in her hair.
Iolite shifted but kept him deep in her mouth, only to pull back oh so slowly on him and drag her lips up his length.
Kerian clenched his free hand into a tight fist. Gritting his teeth, he managed to groan out, “You’re killing me, babe.”
She nodded, bobbing up and down on his cock. Fingers slid between his legs, cupping his balls.
The wolf inside wanted to mount her and claim her as his but the human encouraged sharing. Right now, Kerian couldn’t care about being anything but being inside her. The way her mouth moved on him made him jerk his hips against her mouth. He apologized silently for thrusting harder than he intended.
His cock slid out of her mouth with a loud pop. “It’s okay, silly.” She kissed the tip of his cock, smiling wide as it jumped in her fingers.
She sank her down on him again.
Kerian hissed, stumbled against the wall of the elevator, “I want inside you!”
She shook her head, swirling her tongue up the length of his shaft again before letting him slide out of her.
Pumping his now slicked cock up and down, Iolite licked the head like a lollipop before sucking him back inside her.
Kerian sucked in a breath. “Goddess you’re hot, your fucking mouth is so hot, Iolite!” His balls drew up against his body. Heat flushed his cheeks and sweat formed at his brow. Kerian’s eyes shut and his breathing picked up.
Iolite’s mouth could make a man or wolf forget all about his duties or cares.
She sucked and slurped harder, faster.
The tight coil of tension neared a breaking point with each thrust of her on him.
Iolite jerked him out of her mouth. She lowered her sweater and exposed creamy globes to his delight.
Her voice dropped to a husky note, “Come on me!”
Before he had a chance to respond, she sucked him harder, faster. Her tongue continued brushing over the sensitive spot on his head.
Kerian’s mind shattered at her touch. Spasms started low in his gut while his knees grew weak. He reached for her shoulders, dug his nails into her.