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by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  Nash stopped her before they reached Thomas’ door. His face grew somber. “So I guess you’ll be leaving the club.”

  She shook her head. “I’m going back to Strength Inc. on a part time basis. I’ll just be repping Alves and Mako. This place means a lot to me. I’m staying.” She went on tiptoe and brushed a quick kiss over his lips. “My favorite men are here.”

  He gripped her arms and looked deep into her eyes. “Does this mean you’ll give me a second chance?”

  Sighing, she freed one of her hands and reached up to stroke hair from his face. “I’ll tell you what I told Eli. I love you both. I want to be with both of you. That’s a lot to ask, I know.” She paused long enough to let her words soak in. “And I want things on equal terms, so it would be an open relationship. I don’t own you guys. If you want to sleep with other people—”

  “No.” He wrapped her in a strong hug. “I only want you.”

  “But that seems unfair to you.”

  He pulled back and stared into her eyes. “It’s on my terms. So that’s equal. If I have to share you to be with you, I’ll do it.”

  “That’s what Eli said, too.” She marveled at these amazing men she was lucky enough to love. “Thank you, Nash, but the offer still stands. You and Eli have that right, if you ever want it.” Then she stepped back from him. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I’m glad you came back into my life.”

  He took her hand as they began walking again. “So am I.”

  “Have you thought about getting into representing fighters?” she said, as they drew closer to the office. “You’d be great at it. I could hook you up with some clients.”

  Sadness passed over Nash’s face. She knew it stung that he would never fight again.

  “Just because you can’t get in the ring doesn’t mean you can’t still be a part of Strength Inc., sweetie.” She wrapped an arm about his waist. “Think about it. It would be good for you to get back inside. A lot of folks miss you. You could rep part-time, like me.”

  He nodded. “I’ll think about it.”

  Thomas’ office door swung open and the proprietor of the club poked his head out. “Get in here, you two!” He held up a bottle of champagne. “Me and Eli are waiting to uncork this bad boy. We got some celebrating to do.”

  ***

  They clinked their glasses together after Nash poured the champagne.

  “Congratulations, Nash, on becoming The Beast’s new rep.” Fiona held her glass up toward him, then turned to Eli. “And congratulations Eli on becoming Thomas’ new partner. Really proud of you guys.”

  “Hey, congrats to you, too,” Eli said. “New apartment, back at Strength Inc. You got it all back together, hon.”

  “Things are working out for us,” Nash said before he took a sip.

  Fiona put one hand atop Nash’s and one on Eli’s. “Thank you for everything. It means a lot to me.”

  Over the past couple months, their relationship had grown stronger, and the men had arrived at a tentative peace. She never thought Eli and Nash could share her affection, but they had done so without killing one another. Their efforts proved their love for her was deep, and she returned that love in kind.

  “You’re welcome.” Eli brushed fingers over her knuckles and stared into her eyes. “Now, Nash, I think it’s time for part two of this celebration. Don’t you?”

  Nash grinned. “It is.”

  Fiona cast a puzzled glance between them, though a fluttering low in her belly indicated she knew what this was about. “Part two?”

  “We’ll move the party to the bedroom,” Nash said, showing wide, white teeth in a vulpine smile. “Tonight, you get to dominate us. We’re at your mercy, mistress.”

  “I like the sound of that.” Fiona drained her champagne glass and stood. “Let’s go, boys.”

  She led them to the bedroom, since they were still in the process of setting up her new dungeon. Most of her BDSM gear and toys were stored in her walk-in closet, for now.

  “Strip,” she demanded of her two lovers, and they obeyed without question. “Now lie on the bed.”

  Both men sprawled out on the king sized mattress. Thank goodness it was king sized, since the pair were tall and burly. Nothing less would accommodate them and leave some room for her as well.

  Fiona went to the walk-in closet and grabbed two sets of handcuffs. She returned, stripped down herself, and then climbed atop her lovers in waiting. They reached for her, tried to touch, but she slapped their hands for being naughty.

  “Not yet,” she admonished. “Not until I give you permission.”

  “Yes, mistress,” they said in unison.

  She cuffed the two men to the railings then sat back on her knees to admire their magnificence. Her gaze roamed over their sculpted triangle torsos, over the curves and bulges of their biceps, the corded muscles in their necks, the tightness of their abs. Heat flooded her lower belly as she focused on their thick, erect cocks jutting up from nests of dark and golden pubic hair and slapping against their lower stomachs. They were her gorgeous gods carved from marble. They were her everything, and the two men made her feel complete.

  She touched them, stroked their sleek muscles, teased their cocks by running her thumb beneath the thick ridge, pumping her hands up and down their shafts, tweaking their balls. When both moaned, she scolded them and slapped their thighs in punishment. Then she returned to the closet for more toys and torture devices.

  Once back on the bed, she told them, “I’m going to bind your cocks.” First she slipped rings down to the base of their shafts to keep them from coming. “Torture them until you can’t stand it anymore. Then I’ll let you go and allow you to fuck me.”

  “Yes, mistress,” one of them ground out between clenched teeth.

  She selected red rope for one, blue for the other. Deftly, her hands formed knots around their steely shafts, under the ridge of their thick glans. She demanded they lift their asses and she formed loops around their thighs that pressed into their balls and made them hiss from the friction and pressure. This earned them slaps for once more reacting without her permission.

  After their penises were tied up, she pinched their nipples with vibrating nipple clamps that she turned up to full speed. The men stared at her with glazed eyes as they bucked and thrashed in their tethers. She smiled, catlike, enjoying their torment. Her pussy grew wetter and throbbed from the titillation.

  She tongued the heads of their cocks, torturing them further with light flicks that explore beneath the ridges, pressing the hemp fiber into this sensitive flesh, abrading it until they had to hold back groans with gritted teeth. She lapped pre-cum from their holes then pulled her mouth away, denying them the sweet, tight wetness of her mouth. Chains clanked as they thrashed against the cuffs that held them back.

  Her head dipped between their legs and she teased their scrotum, alternating between her two lovers and enjoying the way their thighs tensed as she nipped at the thin flesh covering these sacs. Her teeth pulled the flesh away and she shook it. Their bodies went rigid from this exquisite torment.

  Finally she gave them a taste of what they wanted, wrapping her lips around one cock and then the other. She deep throated their girth, tracing the patterns in the rope with her tongue as she slid her mouth up and down their shafts. One of her subs moaned and she slapped his taut belly as punishment.

  She straddled each lover, rubbed his glans over her wet pussy, ground the head into her swollen clit. The rope grazed over this nub of flesh and made her close her eyes and sigh as pleasure zipped through her. When her submissives groaned with her, she didn’t discipline them this time.

  “Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered to them both. “Is this driving you crazy?”

  “Yes, please, mistress,” they said. “Please let us fuck you.”

  “Beg harder.”

  They answered her command, pleading to be inside of her. Finally she too could take it no longer. She needed their hands on her skin, needed the
ir cocks inside of her. Swiftly, she moved to the headboard, snatched the keys off the nightstand, and freed them from the cuffs. She helped them remove the ropes and cock rings. Then she gave them permission to do what they would with her.

  Slick, sweat dampened skin glided over hers as they gathered close to her. One spooned her from behind while the other cupped her face and claimed her lips in a rough kiss that left her breathless. His hand skimmed down her side, over her hip. He squeezed the flesh there while she grasped his bicep and held on, letting desire take her over.

  The one behind parted her legs and the one in front stroked her stomach. Her pussy throbbed harder the nearer his fingers moved. Warm gel was applied to her anus and the one behind worked her perineum, worked his lubed fingers in and out of her rectum, widening her for entry. The dom in front kissed his way down her neck while his touch found her clit, making her writhe and gasp from the pleasure overload. He ground this bead of flesh between his fingers, making sensation spike through her body. Her limbs trembled.

  A thick cock nudged its way into her asshole. She let her muscles relax so she could take him. In front, fingers parted her labia, teased her pulsing hole, then slipped inside. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb as his touch curled and stroked her g-spot.

  She groaned and whimpered, wriggling between them to get closer to their hands, closer to the pleasure they freely gave. The penis in her anus thrust shallow, gently. Her g-spot received a massage front to back, and she closed her eyes as a fog of ecstasy overtook her.

  The dom at her front took a nipple between his teeth and tugged. His tongue laved over the taut tip, and when he suckled it she came hard, gushing juices all over his hand. Sparks of light bloomed behind her eyes and she cried out, shuddering as the orgasm rocketed through her.

  After she caught her breath, the lover behind her raised her leg up, giving the lover facing her better access to her pussy. He teased her first with his cock, rubbing its meaty head into her extra-sensitive clit until she begged, “Please, fuck me now.” Stimuli shot through her at bullet speed.

  When he entered her, it was paradise. Her tight cunt enveloped him, milking him of all the bliss he had to give. They stroked her perfectly inside and out. Sweat beaded and trickled down their skin as they found a harmonious rhythm, bucking back and forth in unison with each other.

  She came again quickly, digging her nails into the chest of her lover as they rode her faster and faster. Moments later, her men followed suit, spilling their hot seed deep inside her pussy and ass.

  “Thank you,” she murmured as they kissed her and cuddled up close. “That was perfect.”

  And it was. Never before had Fiona felt as complete as she did with Nash and Eli. Her heart filled with gratitude, and she hoped this wonderful union would last forever.

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  Bad Boys of BDSM Vol. 4

  By C.J. Sneere

  Prologue

  “Whoever did this didn’t plan on leaving any clues.” With gloved fingers, Peter examined the severed hand he and Xavier found in a import container at Port Metro.

  “If it wasn’t for that anonymous tip, we wouldn’t have found it.” Xavier bent down beside him and sniffed the air, pungent with the scent of the Pacific Ocean. “They got sloppy, leaving this hand behind. Maybe they were in a rush. Afraid they were gonna get caught.”

  Peter nodded to his long time partner, in life and on the force. “Night shift dock worker could’ve stumbled onto the killer before they finished up.”

  “Would explain our anonymous tip.”

  “That’s what I’m thinking.” Peter called over the crime scene technician and asked him to store the hand in a brown paper evidence bag. He and Xavier combed the scene for more evidence.

  “Our killer isn’t human.” Xavier scented the air again. “We know that much.”

  Their perp was definitely supernatural. Peter and Xavier knew that much from the pattern of gnaw marks on the hand and the smell that lingered at the crime scene. The bite looked like it belonged to a ghoul, but that theory didn’t sit right with Peter. Though ghouls made short work of dead flesh, leaving little behind after they finished their meal, ghouls didn’t like to dine on freshly dead flesh. They never killed their prey either. Ghouls were scavengers who preferred long dead tissue. The riper the better. That was why they made their homes in abandoned mausoleums and underneath cemeteries. Easy access to their rotten meat treats.

  Supernaturals had a distinct smell, just like humans. But unlike humans, supernatural homicide detectives like Peter and Xavier didn’t need dogs to sniff out their perp. Being werewolves meant both of them had a heightened sense of smell, taste, and sight. Enough of the perp’s pheromones lingered for Peter to tell they were supernatural, but not enough to get an accurate lock on what kind of supernatural they were looking for. Alarm pheromones, he and Xavier noted. That meant they were right about their killer nearly getting caught in the act.

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Xavier said, as they exited the import container.

  “How do you do that? You a mind reader, or something?”

  Xavier flashed a wide smile full of white teeth. It contrasted starkly against his gleaming black skin. “Nah, you know that’s a vampire’s trick. After ten years, I just know you too well.”

  Peter chuffed laughter at him then went serious. “This wasn’t a ghoul. We both know that.”

  “We’ve got nothing but a hunch to go on yet, P.”

  “I know.” Peter ran a hand through his chin length, blond hair and sighed. “I’m not saying ghouls weren’t involved in some way, but I think this is bigger than that. Ghouls don’t kill their prey. We both know that. They’re the vultures of the supernatural world. And that was fresh meat we just bagged.”

  Xavier threw a long leg over the yellow police tape. “Think this is connected to the disappearances?”

  Peter ruminated on this. He did think there was a connection. Homeless humans had been going missing at an alarming rate over the last month. Old Crazy Charlie, a schizophrenic man who ended up on the streets after the hospital released him, came to Peter with frantic reports of a strange creature in black robes scooping up his friends and fleeing with them in a black van with no windows. At first, Peter had thought it was Charlie’s delusions talking, but then Bernadettte, a young sex worker, came to him and Xavier with the same story.

  “Pale skin,” she told him, shaking like a leaf as she sipped the water he offered. “And long yellow teeth. That’s all I got. It was hard to get a good look at him. That long black robe covered everything.”

  Definitely sounded like a ghoul, but it still made no sense they’d be snatching up live humans off the street. Bernadette gave the same story as Charlie. The creature swung the homeless man over its shoulder and sprinted toward a black van with no windows.

  “We can’t prove it yet,” he finally answered Xavier. “But, yeah. My hunch is they’re connected.”

  “That hand came from a supernatural, though. I bet the DNA analysis brings back vampire. Female. Recently turned.” Xavier’s instincts were uncanny when it came to profiling victims and killers.

  “I’m betting you’re right. Maybe the ghouls are working for someone else. Bringing in fresh meat for a price.”

  Though supernaturals weren’t supposed to feed on humans any more, just like humans, supernaturals had their deviants and criminals. They, too, struggled with problems of poverty, mental illness, crime, corrup
tion, disease, and stratification of their society. Sometimes supernaturals went against the laws and fed on humans. That was when the Supernatural Police Department was called in. Peter and Xavier had seen some heinous acts committed over their ten years together on the force.

  “Let’s get that hand back to the lab,” Xavier said to Peter and the crime scene technician. “See what it has to tell us.”

  Peter and Xavier headed toward their car. As he looked back at the import container, cold dread unfurled in Peter’s guts. He had a feeling this was just the beginning, and whatever was about to unfold was bigger than he or Xavier wanted to expect.

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  Chapter 1

  Laney stomped into the office on four inch platform heels and Kit knew she brought bad news. Platinum hair had escaped her high top knot and fell over her cornflower blue, bleary eyes, giving her a frazzled look. Her plump lips drew thin in a business-like grimace. The executive producer of Wolfgang Music appeared ready for a knock-down drag-out fight, and Kit knew exactly who her anger was aimed at.

  “He did it again, didn’t he?” Kit said as she approached his desk, outside of the office of producer Liam Briggs.

  She shook her head. “Do you even have to ask? Seven thousand dollars over budget this time. Kit, I swear I’m going to go werepanther on his ass right now and claw off his family jewels.”

  Kit stifled laughter. He knew Laney wasn’t trying to be funny. The two of them had spent many a lunch hour together bitching about the arrogant antics of Liam Briggs. Their mutual annoyance at the music mogul had made them fast friends.

  “He’s with a client. New guy for that manufactured garage rock band scheme of his. But too fucking bad. I’ll tell him you’re here, and you’re pissed.”

  They shared a devious smile. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” Laney leaned over the desk and kissed his cheek.

  “You know I got your back, babe.”