Mystic Realms: A Limited Edition Collection

by Nicole Morgan

  She watched as the meaning of her statement dawned on him. His grip eased, and a flicker of shame softened his expression. Just as quickly, desire transformed his features again. He swept her off her feet, holding her tight to his chest as he gently placed her on the bed.

  In one fluid motion, he was over her, pulling her legs around his hips as he leaned forward to kiss her. His mouth, his lips were frantic and possessive. She felt the apology ad demand in them. She moaned, head spinning from the swift change in him. Between her thighs, she felt his muscled frame pressing hard against her aching slit. He was shaking, barely holding onto his control as he held her gaze. Everything she needs to see was in there.

  The first inch of him pushing into her made her eyes glaze over. Holy shit! She was about to come before he’d even buried himself all the way. He shook even harder as he attempted to take things slowly. The next inch had her trembling with need and euphoria, clamping onto his shaft so hard she felt it twitch. She couldn’t take it anymore. Ramming her hips up to meet his, she sheathed him completely, buried him right to his hilt. She screamed into his mouth as what would have been mind-numbing pain mixed with the pleasure of a blown-out orgasm. He was still within her waiting for her to adjust to him. When she clenched on him, Ryan groaned as he came inside her so violently that she felt every ounce of his sperm hitting her womb. She couldn’t even try to prevent the second orgasm that bust on her as she arched into him, forcing his throbbing cock even deeper inside her.

  He was seated on the side of the bed, his back to her when she woke the next morning. His downcast shoulders alerted her that something was wrong. She sat up behind him.

  “I’ve been an idiot,” he said without turning back to look at her.

  She didn’t know what he meant, but she waited to hear what he would say.

  “I never held out hope for someone like you. And then you came into it, so unassuming. I didn’t want you falling in love with me.”

  She stiffened behind him. Did he know she loved him? Had she said something telling the night before?

  “I didn’t think it was fair to you. What if the curse transferred to you? I convinced myself that as long as it was just physical, you were safe. I discounted you.”

  Now, he turned to her. His gaze was accusing, “You made me fall in love with you. I was helpless but to fall in love with you. You were my angel. You saved me when I nearly went mad with pain. And then you left me. Do you know what that did to me?” He gripped her arms and drew her closer. He calmed a little with her in his arms. That one week you were away from me was all it took for me to realize that I put up my walls too late. You’re inside me, Lucy. I can’t…”

  He drew her into his arms.

  “I love you,” Lucy whispered. She couldn’t bear for him to hurt like this. She didn’t care if she was the only one in love.

  He drew her back, “What did you say?”

  Despite her earlier boldness, she now felt self-conscious. She glanced at him from under her lashes, “I love you.”

  She couldn’t mistake his sigh of relief, “Thank God! I was afraid I was alone in that. But, I was determined to have you, even if you didn’t love me like I love you.”

  She gasped, “You love me?”

  He looked at her like she had gone crazy, "You honestly think I would go to such lengths as I have with you, with anyone else, if I didn't love you? I am not very good with words, and I was slow in catching on to my feelings, but I do love you."

  Her grin was wider than a Cheshire cat’s as she scooted into his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, “Make love to me, Ryan.”

  He growled in response, tumbling her onto her back, on the bed.

  His thumb found her wet, open folds. He groaned as he inserted it into her, pushing it deep inside. She whimpered as he replaced he leaned down to replace his thumb with his thumb, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart, stroking down the dark crevice there.

  A thought occurred to her. “Ryan? When will I meet your beast?”

  He stilled against her. “You left because you heard Andrea and I talking?” It wasn’t a question. Shaking his head ruefully, “You already met him. If you had stayed and asked me instead of running away, we could have already resolved this long before now.”

  All Lucy heard was that she had met the beast. “I have when. I don’t remember seeing any beasts of you changing into something else.”

  He chuckled as he began placing wet kisses on her pussy, between his words, “I don’t turn into something else, but ever since the curse, I’ve liked my sex rougher and a little unconventional.”

  His kisses were beginning to move lower and lower on her pussy as he spoke. His voice was also darker now. “Like yesterday?”

  She blushed as she remembered the day before, “You didn’t feel like a beast at all. It was perfect.”

  He lifted his brow at her as he asked, “How do you feel down here?” He asked this as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. She moaned, pushing against his fingers. She was sore, but she also wanted more.

  Shifting, he fastened his mouth to her clit and sucked hard, drawing it deep as he started to fuck her with his fingers at the same time. She was so hung up on the pleasure that she didn't notice his other hand. It was gathering cream from her pussy and spreading it lower and lower. When he pushed ever so slowly inside the tightly puckered hole of her anus, she gasped in surprise, but it was quickly eclipsed by pleasure as he pressed up inside of her pussy with his other hand. Slowly, he stretched her gently. The bite of pain blended in with the pleasure of his mouth and hand on her clit and pussy. She arched up against his mouth as she started to come.

  She screamed, bucking against his mouth and riding his fingers, unknowingly taking more and more of his finger slowly inside her ass as she rode him. “Ryan!” She spasmed so hard she could have sworn she saw stars. “Ryan.”

  “Shhh,” he murmured as he slowly pushed in and out, stretching her and drawing out her pleasure as she came.

  Her lashes fluttered open in time to see him stripping out of the boxers he had tugged back on when he had woken up. Coming down over her, he caught her thighs. He spread them wide as he surged deep, driving into her hard and fast. She screamed. The hard cock stretched her pussy as it adjusted to him. When he started to move, she gave a loud moan that he covered with his mouth, swallowing it as it started to fall from her lips.

  His chest was hot against hers, moving raggedly with each breath he took as he drove deep inside her. He wasn't gentle as he rode her roughly, holding her thighs wide open for his thrusts. Her taste was on his tongue as he kissed her thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he thrust into her below. Her heart trembled as he hit a particular spot deep inside her, and she felt herself start to come again.

  He moaned her name against her lips as he started to come apart. She felt him as he thrust right to the mouth of her womb before spilling into her.

  When they had both come down enough to speak, he raised up a little, transferring his weight to his hands on either side of her. He smiled, pushing back her hair, “We’ve not been using condoms.”

  Her eyes widened. She had been angry at first, then in the throes of pleasure yesterday. Neither emotion had given room for thinking about condoms. She felt panic start to rise.

  “Oh, God!”

  “You don’t want my babies?”

  "Babies?" That had been his plan all along. She struggled to get out from under him, but he wouldn't let her. "How dare you? You should have discussed it with me first!"

  The joy that crossed his face made it hard for her stay mad, "So, you want my babies, but you're mad I didn't tell you first?"

  She shook her head at him furious and amused all at once. “I’m not ready to have babies, yet.”

  His kissing her neck distracted her as well as the swelling of his member inside her.

  "I don't mind waiting till you're ready. I must warn you though; I hate condoms. I am going to find every ex
cuse to avoid using them. You're going to have to watch me very closely to ensure I use them," his eyes darkened as he said this. He was already back to full mask inside her.

  “What if I’m already pregnant?”

  If possible, his cock grew a little more inside of her. A hard thrust was his response. She sighed realizing that they still weren’t using condoms, but she was loathed to ask him to pull out to get one. She wrapped her legs around him as she cradled him close to her. He was no longer a phantom in her dreams. He was her Ryan, and he loved her. Just before her mind was carried away in pleasure, she remembered something she saw. With his back turned to her, most of his tattoos had disappeared, except the dragon in the middle of his back. She would have to remember to tell him that later. She moaned on a particularly deep thrust, much later.

  About the Author

  Lexi Thorne

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  I write sexy erotic romances with a focus in paranormal romance, dark fantasy and urban fantasy. The majority of my stories are about LGBT pairings but I also write about heterosexual pairings as well. The majority of my stories however are lesbian erotic romances. So if you like some girl on girl action I'm your gal. I write sweet and sensual, as well as rough and kinky so I should be able to wet all of your appetites and fulfill your explicit desires.

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  Coffin Mates

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  Dark Side of the Moon

  darkness, desolation, salvation

  Laura Baumbach

  Recovering from a near fatal, on the job injury, vampire rent boy Harley Scott just wants some peace and quiet to recuperate. The wilds of remote Canada during their several months of complete darkness sounds like the perfect hideaway. That is if he can make it past blizzards, cops, werewolves, and -- oh, yeah, a death squad of fellow vampires hell bent on eradicating a damaged vampire from the species.

  Harley is looking for desolation, but he just might find salvation and healing instead, in the very last place he ever thought it would exist.

  Dark Side of the Moon

  The thrum of the diesel truck wound down to a low hum then sighed into silence. Only the fierce whine of the winds blowing around the high cab filled the night air. It was cold and bitter and the last thing Harley Scott wanted to do was uncurl from his warm leather seat nesting spot against the thick passenger door.

  He shouldn’t be bothered by the cold, or the long hours riding across the frozen Canadian territories in a loud, vibrating semi, but little things bothered him lately. Lately, as in since he got shot in the head a month ago. What was supposed to be an ordinary one night stand for sex and a snack turned out bad. It was just going to be a few hours with a new john who had bought Harley’s willing body for the night. Unfortunately, the sadistic john enjoyed himself so much, he decided he wanted to act out his own snuff film with Harley as the snuffee.

  Harley had shrugged it off at first as what you get when you’re into blood sports. What’s a little strangulation to a vampire? He didn’t need to breathe. But he hadn’t expected the gun. He did need all his brain cells intact.

  Harley had suffered life-altering, lasting effects from the head wound, but at least he still existed. The john had actually suffered a heart attack and died. Must have had something to do with Harley regaining consciousness after the bullet penetrated his brain and sitting up to swear and curse out his shooter. Or it could have been the fact that he had done it in full vampire mode with fangs extended, eyes glowing and the primal animal need for restorative blood taking hold of the moment.

  Except that the man’s blood, no matter how much Harley had taken, had not restored him. Not by much. Nothing had since then, either, and word of his injury had spread throughout the tightly monitored vampire community he had been taken into at his conversion. The elders now labeled him defective and crippled, unfit for continued existence.

  They never had been happy that he continued being a hustler and a whore after being made into a vampire. He’d given up on his dream of a regular life and a family when he became a night creature. His decision to stay in his old hustler’s lifestyle was an element that gave him a sense of security and comfort amid the many changes he was forced to endure. He found it an easy way to make money and feed without detection. The elders found it degrading and unnecessary and not to be tolerated, especially from a ‘defective’ vampire.

  Which was why Harley was on the run, trying oh so hard to elude the two Eliminators on his tail.

  Which was also why he was sitting in the cab of a semi in a small and garishly lit truck stop on the way to somewhere isolated and unattractive in a dark, frozen wilderness. Somewhere the Eliminators wouldn’t look. Even Harley didn’t have any idea where he was just now.

  One glance at the overweight, pockmarked trucker beside him and Harley quickly averted his glance to the wide windshield and checked out the sky. It looked like dawn would be approaching in the next hour or so. He couldn’t rely on his senses to tell him when morning was nearing anymore. It was all a crapshoot now. Being in a strange place, traveling nearer and nearer to the territories where three months were in almost total darkness made it even harder to judge sunrise.

  But Harley knew one blowjob, even with the quick snack from the sweaty man’s femoral artery, was all he was willing to give the man. The trucker smelled of old cigars and cheap whiskey, and his blood was thick with plaque and fat— as unappetizing as the man’s odor.

  Slipping into his completely inadequate leather biker’s jacket, Harley cracked the heavy door open and slid to the ground before the trucker could comment or protest. He nodded at the guy as he pulled the small duffel bag off the cab floor and out of the truck. It didn’t hold much.

  “Thanks for the ride, Sam. It’s been a pleasure.” Harley knew his voice sounded sincere. He’d had decades to practice. Whether the john had been any good or not, it paid to make them think they had been. It increased the tip sometimes and made for repeat business. In this case, Harley hoped he never saw the sweaty, bloated man again.

  He nodded toward the brightly-lit cafe a few hundred feet away. “Any idea where we are?”

  The harshly blowing wind whipped up and nearly tore the door out of his hands. “Damn it!” Harley tugged the door closer to his body to block the chill and waited for Sam to say something so he could move out of the weather and into the building.

  He really wanted to be somewhere safer, but right now just dark and warm would do. The vampires following him might be close, but the sun was even closer. In his present physical condition, even the weak rays that cut through this thick, swirling snow would do irreparable harm.

  “You coming in?”

  Sam eyed the cheery cafe and then shrugged. “Nah. I usually just sleep at this stop. The regulars here are too talkative for me. I like peace and quiet.”

  Since all Sam had done since Harley got into the truck cab was talk, the declaration surprised him, but he didn’t waste much time thinking about it. It was too cold and he was too tired to care. “Where did you say we are?”

  “You’re just outside of Ross River. I’m heading west to hook up with the Interstate 2 then hitting Dawson. Got a load to deliver and one to pick up. You’re welcome to make the trip.” Sam leered in what Harley knew the man thought was a seductive grin. The smile showed every one of the man�
��s tobacco-stained teeth and twisted his two-day chin stubble into a grizzled, knotted nest. “The toll for riders ain’t that high, if you get my drift.” The trucker winked and Harley felt his stomach roll.

  He could avoid having sex with the man, but even the taste of Sam’s blood wasn’t something he wanted to repeat. He just wanted to be far away from everyone right now. He gnawed on one of his own knuckles until it bled, then sucked on the torn flesh and thin blood, hoping to make the nausea and faint hunger go away.

  “Thanks anyway, but I think maybe I’ll hang around here for a bit and see if anyone is headed east. Thanks for the ride this far.” A gust of wind shoved him bodily to one side. Harley used it as an excuse to close the truck door, blocking out the sight of the man’s disappointed face.

  Bent low to keep the strong gales from lifting his slim frame right off the ice-packed surface under his feet, Harley shivered under the unlined leather of his jacket. He jammed his fists into its pockets and trudged rapidly over the two hundred feet between him and the protection of the little cafe.

  He didn’t know if Sam was following him and didn’t care. He just wanted out of the cold. He looked forward to the continual darkness the extreme territories had to offer him now, but the bitter cold here affected him more than he thought possible.

  Two new arrivals to the stop descended from their trucks as he passed by their still running cabs. He nodded and sized each man up to be sure neither of the two vampires on his trail had slipped up on him. He couldn’t sense the presence of his own kind like he should be able to, but he could still pick out a scent close up.