by Eden Bradley
She arched her hips into Paul’s hand, her breast into Noah’s.
“Our girl is needy,” Noah said, humor in his voice, but it was rough with lust too.
“Let’s give her what she needs then,” Paul said. “Do you want us to go down on you, Jess? I’ve fantasized about that for years. I need to know what you taste like.”
“Just do it. Please.”
Was that her voice, so weak with desire? But she didn’t have a chance to think about it. Paul leaned in and spread her thighs wide, lowered his mouth. His breath was warm on her mound for one moment, then he used his fingers to massage the lips of her sex. Desire, hot, intense, danced over her skin. Then he spread her pussy until she was wide open and planted his mouth between her thighs.
“God, Paul!”
His mouth was wet, hot, his tongue diving into her, into that needy hole, and she was gasping. Noah’s hands were still on her breasts, kneading, tugging on her nipples.
“Noah…please…”
“Please what, Jessie?”
“I need…I need it harder.”
“Like this?”
He pinched her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped.
“Yes!”
It was almost too much, her nipples burning with sensation, her pussy dripping and Paul lapping up her juices with his tongue. Pleasure upon pleasure, her body on fire. She squirmed, on the edge already. But it was too good to come just yet. She bit her lip, held back.
Paul paused, lifting his head for one moment. “Come on, baby. Come for us.”
For us.
Oh, she was going to come any moment, despite her best efforts. She’d never felt anything like this. And she wanted to see them kiss again. She wanted them to fuck her, first one, then the other. She wanted to see them fuck each other. She wanted it all.
“Come, Jessie. I want to hear you moan,” Noah said. “I want to hear you scream.”
He twisted her nipples in his fingers, bent and took her mouth with his, his tongue pushing inside. And Paul was licking her, his tongue diving inside her pussy, then flicking at her clit. She arched into his face. She could barely stand it. And when he pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking, sucking, she came in a torrent of sensation. Exploding. Burning, fire spreading through her body in sharp currents.
“Oh God!”
She kept coming, sensation overload. She couldn’t stop. Paul’s hot mouth worked mercilessly between her thighs, Noah’s clever hands worked her nipples. She shuddered, pleasure pouring through her, until she was drowning in it, helpless.
When it was over, they both held her, stroking her skin. She could smell desire in the air. Hers. Theirs. She wanted more.
“I need to see you,” she told them. “I need to see you two together.”
“Not a problem.” She could make out Noah’s slow, wicked grin in the dim light from the full moon shining outside the tent. Just enough light to see them, and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, Noah’s head falling back as Paul leaned in to kiss his throat. Paul moved lower, drew one of Noah’s small, dark nipples into his mouth and sucked. Noah groaned, and Jessie’s sex filled, swelled, needy and wet once more. A small moan escaped her.
“You like to watch, Jessie,” Noah said, his voice rough.
“Yes.”
“Will you touch yourself while you watch? I’d really love to see that. To see what makes you feel good.”
“Oh God.”
Paul lifted his head, smiled at her, reached out and stroked her cheek. “I’d love to see you touch yourself, Jess. Do you know how often I’ve imagined that? Do it, Jess. Do it for me.”
His words went through her like a hot storm, and she nodded, sat up, knelt on the hard ground, her knees spread wide.
“Just do it,” she said.
They both smiled at her, watched with glittering eyes as she slipped a hand between her aching thighs. She was soaking wet again. Her fingers went right to her hard clit, stroking, sending pleasure through her in small waves. The two men turned back to each other, and Noah put his hands on Paul’s chest, pushed him down onto his back. He straddled Paul’s body, bent until his head was inches from Paul’s cock. And as he slid the swollen tip into his mouth, Paul reached out and grasped Jessie’s thigh, his hand like a brand on her skin.
She watched, fascinated, as Noah took his own cock in his hand and began to stroke. Then he lowered his mouth, Paul’s cock sliding between his lips. He came back up, and Paul’s cock was wet with Noah’s saliva, gleaming. Jessie slipped her hand between her pussy lips, slick with her juices.
“Come on, Noah,” Paul whispered. “Really suck it.”
A small laugh from Noah, then he went to work, drawing Paul’s cock in between his lips, his mouth sliding, lowering, until Jessie imagined the head of Paul’s cock hitting the back of his throat. She shivered as she watched, wanting to do the same, to taste him herself.
Paul moaned, and she plunged two fingers deep inside her pussy. Her juices dripped down her spread thighs, and desire was like a furnace in her system, heat on her skin, deep inside her as she thrust her fingers in and out.
Paul’s hips were pumping into Noah’s mouth, his hand gripping Jessie’s thigh. She arched her hips, needing his touch.
“Come closer, Jess,” he told her.
She moved until her knees were pressed against Paul’s side, and he slid his hand up her thigh.
“God, I need to touch you. Spread for me.”
She could hear the strain in Paul’s voice, the wet sounds of Noah sucking his cock. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. And she could see Noah stroking his own hard cock, thrusting into his fisted hand. Then Paul’s fingers were pushing in between her pussy lips, sliding into that needy hole.
“Ah, Paul!”
“Is that good, baby? I want it to be good for you.”
“It’s good…so good.”
His fingers pushed deeper inside and his thumb went to her clit, pressing, rubbing.
“I’m going to…I’m going to come again.”
“Yeah, come for me. Come for us, Jess. I want to come with you.”
She could hear the strain in his voice and knew he didn’t have long. Neither did she. It was all too intense, Paul’s hand working her mercilessly, fucking her with his fingers, pressing on her clit. And the sight of their two beautiful male bodies—Noah stroking his rigid shaft faster and faster, going down on Paul, imagining how their cocks would feel in her mouth—was making her shake all over.
Heat pooled in her sex, her stomach, spread. She arched her hips into Paul’s hand.
“Harder…please.”
“Anything for you, Jess.”
He added another finger, filling her wet pussy, pushing hard into her, grating against her G-spot.
“Paul!”
“Come, baby. I’m coming…coming…”
He gasped, groaned, and her entire body clenched in pleasure, her climax shattering her, sharp and blinding.
“Oh…”
She could smell the acrid scent of Paul’s come, the scent of her own slick juices as her sex convulsed hard around his fingers. Noah’s moans joined theirs as he came, the sound driving her on.
Finally, the last edges of her orgasm faded away, and Paul pulled his fingers from her, drew her to him until she lay against his chest. Noah was on his other side, stroking Jessie’s hair. And it felt so good, so incredible. Her body was buzzing, her mind clouded. And her heart was thundering with spent desire and emotion. She couldn’t believe she was here with Paul. And sweet Noah. Sweet and dirty. She’d never felt like this in her life.
A forbidden union forged in love—and tempered in hellfire.
Inferno
© 2009 Bianca D’Arc
A Tales of the Were Story
One last task and Megan will be free of the debt of honor owed by her family. Spying on Dante, a powerful vampire with questionable friends, sounds simple enough. But her mission is complicated by the fact she’s got something ev
ery vampire wants—tangy, powerful, werewolf blood.
It’s easy to capture his attention. The hard part will be getting out with her heart—and soul—intact. Not to mention her life, thanks to a crazed bomber.
Dante isn’t the kind to forgive or forget easily, especially the grudge he holds against werewolves. Still, he is instantly drawn to the injured lone wolf in his care. When he and his friend Duncan treat her wounds, they discover something that marks her as much more than she seems.
That mark is a neon sign warning to be careful, but Dante can’t help himself. He wants her and nothing will stand in his way. Not her species. Not his. Not the strange woman who keeps trying to kill him.
Not even the magical poison in Megan’s blood…
Enjoy the following excerpt for Inferno:
Dante paused to sniff the air, satisfied for the moment with the ripe scent of humanity that assailed his sharp senses. He also noticed some other, more subtle scent lacing the air.
It was off to his right.
Dante opened his eyes and looked around, only to meet the gaze of the most alluring woman he’d ever seen in all his long centuries. Lustrous, mink brown hair framed her face and swayed gently with her movements. Snapping hazel eyes fringed with thick, dark lashes batted at him with come-hither motions.
She was sitting on a bar stool, surrounded by mortals, but she shone as if she were the only being in the room. She was not human.
Dante sniffed again.
Were.
And she was looking directly at him, meeting his eyes boldly while she raised a glass of red wine to her lips. He followed the curving line of her luscious throat as it flexed in a swallow, and he went hard. Just like that.
This woman was potent.
And she held knowledge in her eyes.
Silently, she stood and stalked toward him. She moved like a predator, sinuous and sensuous as she held his attention and his gaze, mesmerizing him. He got the feeling he was definitely her prey this evening and not the other way around. It was a novel experience for him. Never had a woman enthralled him so quickly or so completely.
And they hadn’t even touched.
That would soon be remedied.
“She’s a fine looking woman, but beware my friend,” Duncan said in a low voice, “she is not what she seems.”
Dante nodded, his gaze glued on the woman as she approached. “I know what she is.”
“But do you know why? Why would such a creature seek you out?”
Dante shrugged. “Probably for no good reason, though I find it hard to resist the puzzle she presents.”
“Just be certain this puzzle doesn’t get you staked out in the desert at dawn.” Duncan laughed as he moved off, two women already in his sights. “I’ll be near if you need backup.”
She didn’t realize he would be so handsome. Of course bloodletters were said to have a Glamour all their own. She didn’t think she was close enough to feel his magical influence, but she didn’t have any personal experience with his kind. Their powers were said to grow with the centuries, and Dante was an old one.
There was something about the tall man at his side too. Something that gave Megan the heebie geebies. She couldn’t quite put her finger on what the deal was with him. He wasn’t a bloodsucker. His scent was different but very, very magical. Not human entirely, yet not anything else she recognized. She would have to tread carefully—very carefully—until she knew exactly what she was dealing with.
Still, the ball was in play now. She’d have to see it through and play the game she’d planned. Just this one last task, and she’d finally be free of the meddlesome Altor Custodis. She would do just about anything to clear her family debt of honor, but she had to be careful. This Dante fellow was more than likely the deadliest being she’d ever meet.
Squaring her shoulders, she walked up to him and shifted her weight to one foot, letting the opposite hip jut out toward him provocatively. Dante was certainly a tall drink of water, almost a foot taller than her own five foot four. Of course, she was petite for a wolf shifter. She was only half were by blood.
She didn’t speak, just looked him over and let him look in return. She saw the flare of interest in his eyes before he banked it to something less obvious. She was close enough to scent his magic though well protected—she hoped—against his vampire mojo by her shifter nature. Still, he certainly did have an effect and she had to admit—mojo or not, this man was potent with a capital P.
“Do you like playing with fire, little one?”
His voice wafted over her like dark silk, caressing her pelt in the most sensuous way. She had to suppress a shiver of pleasure at the tone and timbre.
She struggled for nonchalance. “I know what you are.”
“And still you came to me? You’re a brave little shifter. Does your pack know what you’re up to?”
“I have no pack. I’m a loner.” Her chin rose defiantly.
“Ah, a lone wolf out on the prowl.” He made the words mocking. She squared her shoulders and stood her ground. “You are a foolhardy youngster, out to test her limits.”
“No doubt I’m younger than you but by no means a child.” She thrust out her chest and was glad to see his gaze snagged by the motion. “I’m curious, I’ll admit. I’ve heard your kind has certain abilities for pleasure.”
He leaned back, studying her from under hooded eyes. He was a seducer of the senses in every word, every motion. It would be hard not to fall under his spell—magical or not. Everything female in her wanted to be with this male, regardless of his species or his power.
He watched her, seeming to come to some kind of decision. “My name is Dante.”
She laughed. “Playing with fire indeed. I get the literary reference, Dante.” She grinned at him. “My name is Megan.”
“Well then, Megan, can I buy you a drink?” He ushered her toward the bar where two chairs opened up for them as if by magic.
She knew darn well he’d used his influence over mortals to make the others move. It was a casual show of power that scared her. Without the protection of her shifter blood, would she be as powerless against him as other mortals? And how could she be certain she was protected? Would she even know if she was being influenced by his vampiric powers?
It was a worrisome thought. This man was more than she’d been led to believe. She could tell from the few minutes she’d been in his presence. And his friend was troublesome too. What was he? Megan feared she’d suddenly been thrust into the deep end of the pool with no warning, and she’d have to learn to swim. Fast.
“So what brings you here tonight?” Dante asked, turning back to her after ordering wine for them.
“Just on the prowl.”
“Ah.” He nodded knowingly. “Something your kind enjoys, from what I hear.”
“How do you know what we enjoy?” She tried her best not to sound suspicious but feared some of her wariness showed through.
He leaned back as the bartender returned with their wine. “Contrary to popular thought, I actually do have some friends among the weretribes.” He kept his voice low so that only she could hear him. Her hearing was better than any mortal’s and he definitely knew the scope of her abilities in that area at least, proving his shocking words might hold some truth.
“It thought your kind didn’t like weres.”
He sipped his wine before answering. “It’s not that we don’t like you. It’s more that we don’t like how resistant you are to our power. Bad blood in the past has made all the various supernaturals distrust each other over the centuries. Yet I have a feeling that will soon come to an end.”
She was shocked. “Why?”
He shrugged. “You’re a loner so you probably haven’t heard. There are certain bad elements returning after many generations. I was around the last time we fought them, and we all worked together. Seems to me we might have to do so again.”
“What are you talking about?”
He shook his head in the negative.
“Not here. No matter how good your hearing, there may be others listening as well. If you really want to know, I’ll tell you in private.”
“I want to know.” This was her chance. Even if he was leading her into some kind of weird vamp trap, she needed to get close to him. That was her mission and she wouldn’t shrink from it. She was also curious about his hinted knowledge. She really was a lone wolf. She hadn’t had interaction with her own kind in a long time. If there was something going on in the supernatural world, she didn’t trust her contacts in the Altor Custodis to tell her. They were too damned secretive and their policy of non-interference went way too far in her opinion. She’d like to know what Dante thought he knew.
“All right then. Later.” He drained his glass of wine and set it on the bar. “For now, will you dance with me?”
Kidnapping and bondage are no way to win a girl. Well, actually…
Gone with the Monster
© 2009 Lila Dubois
Runako has good reason to distrust humans. His sister’s murder taught him it’s safer to keep his Monster form under wraps. Now comes word that a woman is making a movie that will supposedly “help” his people. He’s not sure about that, but one thing is sure…Margo is too beautiful to be ignored.
Presented with the opportunity to use his people’s Captive Caves—a secluded mountain fortress designed to hold hapless, tasty humans prisoner—Runako knows exactly whom he wants to star in his ultimate fantasy.
Margo knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. At least where her career is concerned. Runako is just the kind of bad boy with whom she’d like to heat up her nights. In a land of skinny blondes, though, a hottie like him would never notice her lush, Latin curves.
No one is more surprised when she finds out his version of “wooing” includes kidnapping. Forced to stand before him in chains, her paper-thin confidence is burning up fast in the heat of his desire. And when it turns out she can identify his sister’s murderers, they both must decide where their loyalties lie…