by Kane Jewell Ruse McCall Anthony McKay Sax Slayer Michael Burke Logan
After a few grunts, groans and tricky maneuvering, Calix was lying on his back and she was stretched out on top of him.
Grasping her by the waist, he slid her higher on his chest, until her breasts dangled over his face. He captured a nipple, suckling gently at first, then hungrily.
A river of heat rushed from her breast spearing down to her pussy. She wriggled her hips until the head of his cock was positioned for entry.
Tugging eagerly, he bucked his hips, slamming his cock inside of her.
Moaning, Sezri suppressed a howl.
He palmed her ass in his big hands and drove into her. Then he slowed his pace and caressed her right butt cheek as if to tell her he’d gotten carried away.
Heat coiled inside her as she rode him. Flesh slid against flesh, heat and moisture, delicious tremors. The air surrounding them sizzled.
Groaning, he released her nipple. His grip on her ass tightened, his fingers digging into her muscle.
A howl gathered in her throat. Instead of giving in to the lycan urge, she clenched her teeth. “Bless the moon!”
Sezri felt his restraint. His muscles were taut, his biceps flexed and his thighs tensed. Sweat beaded his chest, slicking her skin. He was straining to hold his needs in check.
“Fuck me, Sezri.”
She slammed back against the thick root of his cock, again and again. She needed to move, to fuck him hard. Everything about him turned her on, made her crazy.
Another slam and she convulsed around him.
His moans joined hers.
Before she caught her breath he kissed her, an intense meeting of lips, mouth and tongue. He loved her. Sezri felt it in her heart. He’d communicated it without saying the words, but they would come.
As the delicious tremors of climax subsided, her body reminded her that she’d been injured. She laid her head on Calix’s shoulder and closed her eyes. She’d rather be naked in a cave with Calix than anywhere else on Earth.
* * *
Calix loved looking at Sezri, watching her sleep, watching her come. She was beautiful, sexy, and tough. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. There were so many things he wanted to say, but she needed the rest so he’d let her sleep.
The sun had set, taking the warmth of the day with it. Soon he’d have to rouse her.
Her eyes fluttered open. She sniffed his skin and smiled. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Several hours. You must be hungry.”
She nipped his chest. “Famished.”
He wanted nothing more than to make love to her again, but she needed her strength. They had to move out soon.
“I’ll give you another shot before we leave,” he said, easing her onto her left side.
Calix climbed out of the cave and pulled on his pants. He scanned the area and listened for the whine of engines. Seeing and hearing nothing that caused concern, he sat just inside the cave mouth and put on his socks and boots. Next he grabbed the pack and pulled out his night goggles.
A green silhouette, Sezri sat up. The curve of her hips and the shape of her breasts drew his eye. He dug a couple of energy bars and the med-kit out of the pack.
He leaned in and sat the bars on her left thigh. “Eat. We’ve got a long way to go.”
She tossed him his T-shirt. “What about you?”
“I ate while you slept,” he said, putting on the shirt. He’d consumed one bar and left the last two for her. If he’d been the one wounded, she’d do the same for him.
After she finished off the bars, he handed her the bottle of water. “Finish it. We’ll be on the move for a couple of hours.”
He tore open the sterile pack and removed the last needle loaded with the cocktail of painkillers and antibiotics.
He pulled the cover off the needle and scooted closer to Sezri. “I’m going to give you the shot now.”
Sezri turned away from him and put her weight on her left knee.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you in that position, often.”
She laughed softly as he administered the shot. “You have no idea, human.” She turned around. “Kiss me, before I shift.”
He pulled off the night vision goggles and cupped the back of her head. He kissed her until he was so hot and horny he had to stop if they wanted to keep their date with the chopper.
“I love you, Sezri.” His heart pounded as he waited for her response.
“I love you too.”
His heart swelled in his chest. “I’ll never forget this holiday for as long as I live.”
“We can tell our grandkids about it.”
His heart jumped. “Are you proposing, Sergeant?”
“That’s your job, Captain. I’m just approving the mission.”
He gave her a quick passionate kiss. “I think this operation is going to require an all-night planning session.”
“Several.”
* * *
Sezri heard the slow whirl of the chopper blades long before they had reached the landing zone. She’d run out of steam a couple of klicks back and had been forced to slow her pace.
Calix had lifted her onto his shoulders and carried her to the chopper. A couple members of her team rushed forward to help.
“It’s good to see you, Sarge,” Daton said. “Thanks, Captain.”
As she was loaded into the belly of the chopper, Sezri looked at the holiday moon rising over the distant hills where she and Calix had taken refuge. If Calix hadn’t come after her, would she have made it? She’d never know the answer.
The chopper lifted off, and she snuggled against Calix. It was Christmas Day and she’d found her true alpha mate, the best present Sezri could have asked for.
B.J. McCall
A multi-published author of contemporary and futuristic sensual romance, B.J. McCall is a West Virginia native now residing in Northern California. Thanks to an older sister who was a librarian, reading became B.J.’s favorite pastime. B.J.’s idea of the perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon or a day at the beach is reading a romance novel.
The phrase “Do what you love,” applies to B.J. -- she loves to write and each story is special. She hopes her readers will enjoy each and every one of them. Visit her website at www.BJMcCall.com. Visit www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=53 for more titles by B.J.
Santa’s Treat
Camille Anthony
Santa’s been a little disenchanted with his job lately. Mrs. Claus ran off with Rudolph, who kept putting his nose where it didn’t belong -- all Santa’s reindeer are shifters. What? You didn’t think he’d keep a herd of fat lazy deer around all year, eating their heads off, when he only needed them one night a year?
Anyway, the Mrs. ran off with Santa’s ex-best friend, so he’s been alone for a while now. So you can see why the idea of a special treat got his juices running. He thinks Plum’s giving him a treat, but he read the note wrong. Plum’s been a very good girl, and he’s supposed to give her a special treat. But that’s OK, because the treat Plum wants is Santa.
Acknowledgements
To M, who keeps me coloring between the lines.
To Sue Seeley, who shepherds my flock for me.
And giving a nod to Mr. Clement Clark Moore and Dr. Seuss, from whose work I twisted bits and pieces. Namely, mention of the character of the Grinch and a partial sentence from the classic poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas.”
Chapter One
Plum was having a delicious dream…
She was lying naked on her bed, legs spread-eagle, her short, plump body pressed into the mattress by the hard-muscled man lying between her thighs. One of her dark brown nipples was caught between strong white teeth.
A moan bubbled up from her as his lips left her breasts, one broad hand cupping and pinching her abandoned nipple. His teeth captured her left earlobe and nibbled. She shivered as chills raced from her ear to her clit. Her breathing slid into sultry sighs as his mouth moved again. This was the best dream ever.
Her lover’s mout
h traveled toward her forehead, pressing a series of kisses over both eyelids. His head lowered and he took her mouth, pushing his tongue past her lips to play with hers. Good as it felt, Plum wanted that tongue somewhere else. Since this was her dream, she decided to take control.
Tangling her fingers in his long jet-black hair, she tugged. “You’re not going in the right direction.”
He easily resisted her. “I’ll get there in my own time, sweetheart.”
The bass rumble tickled her ear and she scrunched her shoulders, giggling, even as her pussy tightened with excitement. Moisture gushed from her sex, scenting the small bedroom with the heady aroma of lust. She squirmed under him, eager for more. “Please, it’s been so long…” Plum’s plea ended on a broken inhale.
In response, he fisted his other hand in her hair, forcing her head back so his lips could roam from her ear to the hollow beneath her collarbone and back again in a leisurely journey of soft bites and pecking open-lipped kisses. And then he paused, cupped her face in the palm of one hand and gazed into her eyes. “It’s been even longer for me, but I refuse to rush. This first time with you is too precious.”
It was the perfect answer, reinforcing her belief this enchanting time was a dream. Her imagination had conjured a perfect man. Plum was moved to tears. They filled her eyes, made her vision shimmer. “You say the sweetest things.”
“I try, sweetheart.” He tweaked her nipple one last time before coasting his hand down her body toward her smooth mound. One knee pushed, widened the space between her legs, and soon his broad hand was cupping her soft delta, playing in the moisture coating her pussy lips. “You make it easy,” he murmured, pushing a finger past her swollen labia, sinking it deep into her pussy.
The pleasure burned away any lingering shyness and Plum’s hips arched off the mattress. “Oh gawd” -- her hands fisted in the sheets, twisting the cheap covers into bunches of tortured linen -- “I need you inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me now!”
As if to emphasize her pleas, her intimate muscles flexed, wrapping around the long, thick finger exploring her sex. He added another finger, pumping both in and out, each time flipping that electric switch in the front of her vagina that sent erotic watts of brilliant current streaming through her.
She gasped, shuddering. Her pussy wept moisture, easing the burning friction of the two digits sawing in and out of her, readying her sex to accommodate something that would stretch her even better. She wanted his cock, not his fingers, drilling deep -- she wanted him furiously pounding into her until she screamed with delight.
“Are you truly ready for me, sweetheart?”
The accented voice stroked her skin like the softest velvet, poured over her nerve endings like liquid balm. “Yes… gods above, yes.”
“Open your legs wider for me, then. Show me how much you want me.”
Plum obeyed, trembling as the power of his words sped along her sensitized skin, seeped into her soul. She squirmed under an emotional nakedness that seemed visceral… deeper and more significant than any foreplay she’d indulged in before.
This felt like surrender, a giving up of herself into the keeping of this dream man who’d so far exceeded her greatest expectations.
If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. Because real life couldn’t possibly be this wonderful, could it?
All questions and thoughts flew out of her head as he fit the head of his cock to her entrance, widened her thighs and surged into her. Masculine power and strength, male dominance and heat scoured her inside out as his cock rammed home, the sheer size of him stretching her almost beyond capacity. But he’d prepared her well and her pussy was soaked with the juices he’d coaxed from her. Without that slippery, smoothing fluid, his conquest of her flesh would have been a hostile takeover. Instead, he took her with gentleness, with care and determination. But Plum knew it was a conquest, the battle of emotions over before it really began.
“You’re mine, Plum,” he rasped, whispering at her ear, his harsh breathing a testament to his waning control as his hips arched and snapped, driving his cock deep within her core over and over. “Mine, from this time forth, as I am yours, forever.”
Plum felt the truth of his words snap like a lock inside her heart. “Yes!” she sobbed, hugging him closer. “I’m yours!”
He went wild, a force of nature between her thighs. Large hands lifted her bottom, pulled her into his thrusts, fingers digging in, hips swiveling. Each time he seated himself firmly before pulling out only to repeat the driving moves again and again.
“Mine! Mine! Mine!” he grunted, pounding into her. His thick cock burned along the walls of her cunt, his heavy balls bounced against the floor of her ass, waking shards of splintering delight in the area around her small puckered sphincter.
Shocked at the new sensations, Plum quaked with passion, her desire building higher and higher as he continued to push into her welcoming pussy. Moaning, she curled her hips up, meeting every stroke, desperate to take and hold him in all the ways she could.
Her legs were too short to lock together behind his back, but both heels rode the flexing muscles of his ass as his cock scraped across her clit on every down stroke.
Keening with need, she dug her fingers into his back, nails raking his flesh. Her body clenched down, feminine muscles contracted around his cock, trying to keep him deeply anchored in her body.
“Oh Plum, sweetheart, you feel good… so wonderfully tight. I want to fuck you all night…” His voice broke on the last word, body shuddering as he thrust into her and held, fighting against coming.
One hand released its grip on her ass, slid around to thumb hard circles into her clit. “You have to come. Now,” he demanded harshly.
Incapable of refusing him, her body jackknifed into a tortured bow, every nerve ending screaming with the pleasure flooding her system.
The orgasm was endless, kept ramping up until Plum gritted her teeth against the ecstasy streaming through her bloodstream, setting her pussy on fire. Her very skin seemed awash with flame, the white-hot blasts turning her into a creature mindless with pleasure. “Make it stop…” she keened. “Too much… too hot!”
“Never too much,” he panted, the words pushed through gritted teeth. He held her down, held himself still and let her squeeze his cock with her pussy, milking him in waves of contractions. “Stars above, do you know how good that feels?” He groaned, pressing harder against her, determined to get the last inch of his cock inside her. “I will never get enough of you, luv.”
She gazed up at him, marveling once more at the unworldly beauty of his stark, pale blue features, awed that this magnificent male wanted her like this. Glittering brown eyes glinted down at her, lips curled in that killer smile, flashing the dimples she adored. His tensed body hung above her, not yet releasing his seed. “I’m gonna show you just how much hotter I can make you…”
He leaned down to brush his lips over hers in a soft kiss. She opened to him, inviting him in, faltered when he pulled away. “Don’t leave me…”
“I’m not going far,” he promised, slipping a hand behind Plum to raise her so her back rested against his muscular arm. “Look down. I want you to see how we fit.”
Her gaze dropped past her round tummy, down to where their bodies connected. Her eyes widened, heart pounded as he slowly withdrew his cock until just the bulbous head remained notched in the mouth of her opening.
His rigid cock was flushed a dark violet, the thick barrel shiny with her juices. It looked enormous in contrast to her pussy, which appeared incredibly fragile stretched around his great width. Plum had difficulty tearing her gaze away. When she finally jerked her head back up to meet his eyes, his warm smile was waiting for her.
He gently brushed the sweaty hair off her brow. “Do you see how beautifully we lock together?”
She did. Words failed her at the sheer perfection. She bowed her head once in acknowledgement.
“This isn’t fucking, Plum, it’s something mor
e. Watch me making love to you.”
He was right. She’d had a boyfriend or three and she could feel the difference. She watched, entranced, never looking away as he slowly drilled a path into her heart by way of her pussy. He fed the entire thick length of his cock back into her, one slow unending inch at a time, all the while pinching and releasing her clit between a thumb and forefinger.
His deliberate advances and the measured retreats were torture and pleasure mixed together, added to a dollop of excited dread as one pinky finger rimmed the sensitive mouth of her puckered anus. Her tummy muscles fluttered as her sphincter contracted, never having felt the like before.
This slow claiming was raw and relentless, the finger probing her anus a pulse-pounding threat of more than she’d anticipated. He fed her senses a primal feast that nurtured and fulfilled.
There was no escaping the drag of his huge cock along the walls of her sex. It was a brand of fire, a conflagration burning her insides like napalm. It was the most powerful culmination Plum’d ever experienced and as the orgasm tipped her over into darkness, she prayed she would never wake up…
* * *
Plum’s eyes snapped open. She sat up with a disoriented gasp. Or at least, she tried.
A heavy weight over her lower belly held her anchored to the mattress. She blinked and the weight became a muscular forearm. The attached hand was busily tugging and pinching her nipples, sending squiggles of electricity racing up and down her spine.
Her thick thighs were held apart by the broad shoulders of the man kneeling between them. His mouth was open over her mound, strong teeth clenched around the base of her clit while his tongue fluttered against the tip with movements so quick and sharp she couldn’t separate the sensations -- one moment frightening, the next fantastical.
Below that industrious mouth, long flexible fingers drove in and out of her slit, curling up to tap a spot that had her synapses singing the glory song.