Wild, Wicked & Wanton

by Tawny Taylor

  She clamped her eyes closed and concentrated, lowering herself even slower than before, a fraction of an inch at a time, letting the flared tip stretch her tight tissues. Filling her. A gradual testing. Patient possession. Finally, her bottom rested on Cayne’s pelvis. She’d done it!

  A blaze erupted inside her body.

  “Oh God,” she whispered again, on a sigh. Two sets of hands supported her behind the back as she slowly reclined against Cayne’s chest. His cock remained buried deep in her ass.

  Ronan dropped to the floor, walked around to the end of the table and lifted her legs.

  Every cell in her body tightened. In the back of her mind, she heard Ronan and Cayne murmuring words but she couldn’t understand what they were saying. She didn’t care. Her entire being was centered on those few inches between her legs, where one cock possessed her and another was working its way inside her.

  Ooooh, to be so full. It was beyond anything she could have imagined.

  Both guys started moving slowly in unison, their cocks easing from her body and then gliding back in. The friction was delicious. The heat pounding through her, mind-blowing. The tension, tugging at her body, excruciating.

  Gradually, their movements sped up, thrusts deepening, growing harder and more urgent. Two sets of hands stroked and caressed, tormenting her to the brink of ecstasy.

  Two male voices joined in a chorus of dark pleasure, and that was the end of her. She arched her back and rode the turbulent, pulsing wave of a furious orgasm. Her pussy and ass convulsed around her Masters’ cocks.

  This moment—as time seemed to stand still, and sensations blurred into one roiling mass—was beyond anything she’d ever dreamed. The pleasure of her orgasm went on and on. Pulsing, throbbing, tingly heat. It was thrilling and amazing. She didn’t ever want it to end. But slowly the sensations eased until the explosive spasms were mere tickly twitches.

  Someone’s hands cupped her jaw. A male’s lips took possession of hers, and a tongue swept into her mouth. Still impaled on their cocks, she relished each caress, each stroke, each stabbing invasion. When the kiss ended, she blinked open her eyes to meet Ronan’s gaze. His eyes shone with such deep love, it sent a sob of joy surging up her throat.

  It was a miracle. She had not only fallen in love with two men she’d met a short time ago, and under the most unromantic situations. But she had become whole, learned to accept her desires, to display her passion. The hurting, conflicted person she’d once been was no more than a shadow of a memory.

  No longer would she bury herself in a fictional world to escape the real one. The fictional one had become real. And the final remaining images of her former life blinked away like twinkling sparks cooling in the dark night. Gone.

  Cradled in Ronan’s arms, she soared to the stars.

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  She was so beautiful.

  Kieran couldn’t believe he was finally here, in the human world. He could never repay Ronan for helping him.

  Sitting at a table in the corner of the restaurant, Kieran sipped his coffee. Who cared if he was alone, had no home, had no means of providing for himself? He was free. At last. Free to love this woman. Free to be loved.

  Her gaze found him, and her face lit with recognition. Her smile was more brilliant than ten suns. Yes, the price he’d paid was worth even a day with her. An hour.

  A coffeepot in her hand, she hurried up to him. Shyly, she made eye contact but quickly broke it. “Hello, again. It’s been a while.” She filled his cup. “Where’ve you been?” she asked, casually.

  “I did a little traveling,” he said, visualizing flames swallowing up a certain romance novel, “but I’m done now.”

  There was that smile again. What it did to his insides.

  “That’s good, very good.”

  Epilogue

  The writer sat at her desk, booted up her computer and opened a new file.

  Staring at the blank page, she thought about the many wonderful directions these new characters might take her. There were two strong, dominant men to fall in love with. And one independent and intelligent female she would take the journey with. Where would they lead her?

  She closed her eyes and relaxed, waiting. Soon the words would come. The characters would start whispering their story in her ear. Fingertips danced over the keyboard, making a comforting tap-tapping sound in the silent room.

  To think that someday her words, the ones she struggled to write right now, would be released into the world, shared with thousands of people. If they touched just one person’s heart in some way, she would be content. That was all she longed for.

  She typed faster, as images flashed in her mind.

  Oh. My. God. Was she dreaming? Couldn’t be. No. She pinched herself, just to make sure. Nope. Definitely not dreaming. But the scene before her was straight out of her most secret fantasy. Two men stood before her. Two aroused men. The desire burning in their eyes as they stepped closer sent a blaze of heat licking up her body.

  “You belong to us now.” One of her captors gathered her wrists in his fist and dragged her forward until her entire length was crushed against his powerful body. She quivered as he pinned her arms behind her back and lifted her chin with his free hand. He dipped down, tasting her gently. Tongue and teeth teasing, tormenting. A second hard body pressed against her back. Hands branded her breasts and stomach.

  “W-who are you?”

  “Your Masters. Your guardians. Your protectors. Your mates.”

  “No.”

  How could this be? She wasn’t the kind of girl who attracted men who looked like this, let alone a pair of them. It was like a scene torn from her favorite book, a story about two deliciously tormented immortal men. These two gorgeous guys were about to make her darkest fantasy a reality? Ohhhh, it was sinful, shocking, thrilling…

  Yes, oh yes, this story was going to be fierce. Wicked. Erotic. The two heroes were uber-seductive and absolutely scrumptious. The next few months, as she was drawn into their world, was bound to be one dark delight after another.

  The End

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  An Excerpt From: DARKEST FIRE

  Copyright © TAWNY TAYLOR, 2010

  All Rights Reserved, Kensington Publishing Corp.

  Totally absorbing, Taylor’s series first captures your attention while crafting a hot romance. With intense dom/submissive play included, the story has elements of humor and a dark and enticing backstory. It’s a well-told tale to boot.4 1/2 Stars RT Book Reviews

  I think all of Ms. Taylor’s works are must reads, but she takes her trademark heart and soul to new levels in DARKEST FIRE, giving it that little something that pushes it over the top to make it one heck of a read and one for my keeper shelf. TwoLips Reviews

  Chapter 1

  Sin in stilettos hunted him.

  In Drago Alexandre’s lifetime, lust had worn many masks--fair and sweet, dark and exotic, male, and female--but whatever form it took, it always, without fail, seized its prey. There was no escape. Yet, like the quail in Drako’s favorite sutta, The Hawk, Drako knew he would eventually break free from the predator’s grip...and shatter its heart.

  Tonight, the hunting ground was one Drako’s favorite haunts and lust was a redhead, in an itty bitty fuck-me dress, her mile-long legs bared to there, her full tits a sigh away from tumbling out of her dress, and a dozen erotic promises glittering in her eyes. She didn’t know it yet, but the hunter would soon be the hunted.

/>   Drako acknowledged her with a hard, piercing stare. In response, lush lips pursed in a seductive pout.

  Yes, he’d have this one. But on his terms.

  Let the games begin.

  Eyes on the prize, expression guarded to keep her guessing, Drako tipped his beer back, pulling a mouthful of bitter ale from the bottle. As he swallowed, the heavy bass of the music thrummed through his body, pounding along nerves pulled tight with erotic need. Red and blue lights blinked on and off, casting everybody in the nightclub, male and female, in an alternating crimson and deep indigo glow.

  Her gaze shifted.

  His body tightened.

  Oh, yeah. He liked this place. A lot. He slowly swept the crowded room again with his eyes. Writhing, sweaty bodies, mostly female, packed the small dance floor. Groups of people crowded around tables, the flickering red tips of their burning cigarettes dancing in the shadows.

  “I’ve got the redhead,” he announced.

  “That’s just as well.” His brother, Talen, set his empty glass on the bar’s polished top and shoved his fingers through his spiked, platinum hair. “I’m not in the mood for this tonight.”

  “Not in the mood? Are you kidding me? Look around, baby brother.” Sitting on the other side of Drako, Malek, shot Talen a bewildered glance. About a dozen women gaped as his shaggy blond surfer-punk waves danced on a breeze.

  Drako slid his quarry a heated glance then twisted to flag down the bartender. “Yeah, well, if you spent half as much time working as you do playing, Malek, we’d–”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it before, big brother.” Malek ordered another beer for Drako then clapped him on the shoulder. “But like I say, life is short. You gotta live while you can.” He slipped from the stool, peeled off a twenty and handed it to the bartender. “Do either of you have a bad feeling about tomorrow’s meeting with the old man...?” Malek stood a little taller, tipped up his chin. “Ohhhh, yes. Talk to you later.” Not waiting for them to answer his earlier question, he headed toward the nearest flock of admirers.

  “I think I’m calling it a night.” Talen said, watching Malek gather a small herd of women around him.

  “Okay, bro. See you at home.” Drako checked his redhead again. She was still sitting at the table with her friend, but she was looking a little less certain of herself now. One hand was wrapped around a wineglass, the other nervously tugged at a lock of hair.

  That was better. An aggressive woman did nothing for him.

  Letting the corners of his mouth curl slightly, he lifted his fresh beer to his mouth and waited for their gazes to meet again.

  Uh huh. Much, much better.

  He held her gaze and everyone and everything else in the crowded bar seemed to slowly drift away, until nobody but his redhead existed to him. Electricity sizzled between their bodies, like heat lightning arcing between storm clouds.

  Her tongue darted out, swept across her plump lip then slipped back inside. She set her glass down and, breaking eye contact, leaned over to her friend sitting next to her. They both glanced his way. The friend smiled and nodded, and then the pair of them stood.

  Their arms linked at the elbow, their gazes flitting back and forth between him and the back of the bar, they hurried in the opposite direction, toward the bathroom.

  That was an interesting reaction. Nothing like what he’d expected. Was she playing him? Were they both?

  Mmmm. Both. Maybe he’d have two women tonight. Two was always better than one.

  He dropped a fifty on the bar. And with his beer clutched in one fist, he walked around the far side of the room, taking the scenic route to the dark corridor at the rear. He’d catch them out there, where it was quieter, more intimate.

  His timing was perfect. Just as he rounded the corner, they clacked out of the bathroom on a breeze of sweetly-perfumed air. They halted instantly, eyes widening, one pair a soft grey-blue, the other a deep brown.

  Up close, the redhead lost a little of her charm. It was her friend who demanded his attention now. Her features were different, her almond-shaped eyes tipped up at the outer corners, the un-creased eyelids hinting at her Asian ancestry. Her full lips were plump and freshly coated in shimmering gloss. Her carefully applied makeup emphasized a set of picture-perfect cheekbones, and her slightly mussed hairstyle lengthened a slender neck, a tumble of silky blue-black waves cascading over her shoulders.

  He’d seen her before. Where?

  “Hi,” the redhead said, her voice a deep and sultry siren’s call.

  He turned toward her again, catching, once more, the sensual promise glimmering in her cool blue gaze. Despite the invitation he read on her face–-or maybe because of it–-he found himself tiring of her already. His attention snapped back to the quiet woman next to him. An old David Bowie song echoed in his head, China Girl. “I know this is the world’s worst line, but don’t I know you from somewhere?”

  “I’m not sure.” His China Girl stared at the tattoo on his neck, following the curved line up to his jaw. “I think I recognize the tattoo.”

  “My brothers and I have the identical design, a griffin. It’s kind of a family thing. Our mother did the work.”

  “Your mother? How interesting.” The redhead inched closer to get a better look, or so he assumed. “It’s very sexy. I’m not crazy about tattoos, at least not most of the ones I’ve seen. This one’s very different. All black, and grey and sorta...what’s the word I’m looking for?”

  “Celtic?” The brunette offered.

  That brunette was spot on. Their mother had been one hundred percent Irish. There could never be any doubt, with her mane of copper colored hair and freckles. And the design she’d created for her three sons was as Irish as her maiden name, O’Sullivan.

  The redhead scowled. “No, that’s not it. I mean, yeah, it is Celtic, but that’s not what I’m trying to say. Men with tattoos are a little...dangerous.”

  “Wicked.” Something darkened the brunette’s expression.

  “Yes, wicked.” The redhead’s white teeth sank into her lower lip. “That’s a good word.”

  Yeah, that was a good word.

  He was feeling a little wicked something going on. And he could tell at least one woman was feeling it too. “Can I buy you ladies a drink?”

  “Actually,” The brunette shot the redhead a nervous glance, “we were getting ready to leave–”

  “But one more drink wouldn’t hurt,” the redhead finished, slanting a smile his way. “Thank you. By the way, my name’s Andi and this is Rin.”

  “Good to meet you, Andi and Rin. I’m Drako. Let’s go see if we can find a table.” He motioned for them to precede him out of the dark corridor. He followed them back into the crowded heat of the bar. As they shuffled and wound their way through the throng, his gaze meandered down the back of Rin’s body, from the bouncing curls that tumbled down her back to a nicely-rounded ass hugged in a snug black skirt. When she stopped to let a couple pass by, he leaned over her shoulder and whispered, “Maybe we can figure out where we’ve seen each other before.”

  A delicate fragrance drifted to his nose. Jasmine. It was refreshing, compared to the cloying blend of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne hanging heavy in the air and making his nose burn.

  “Sure. Maybe.” She hurried around a couple clawing at each other like bears in heat.

  He smiled at her expression as she shuffled past them, her lips parting, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

  Damn this was a hot place, in more ways than one. It sure put him in the mood to fuck, with all the gyrating bodies and hard, thumping music. A song he recognized started playing, a slow, sexy number, and taking advantage of the moment, he caught Rin’s slender wrist.

  She glanced over her shoulder.

  “Dance with me.” He didn’t wait for her to respond, just tugged her gently until her body was flush with his. He looped one arm around her back, splaying his fingers over the base of her spine. He felt her stiffen against him then relax.

>   She was petite, the top of her head hitting his chest at about nipple level. He liked how small and fragile she felt in his arms, how her little body fit against his.

  And how she worked those hips of hers. Damn.

  Sparks of erotic hunger zapped and sizzled through his body with every sway. He tucked his leg between hers and rocked his hips from side to side, melting at the feeling of her hips working perfectly with his. Her feminine curves conformed to his hard angles as she pressed tighter against him. He cupped her chin and lifted, coaxing her to look at him, to let him see that beautiful face, to maybe taste her lush mouth.

  A second female body crowded against him from behind. A woman’s hands glided down his tight thighs. Breasts flattened against his back. Within a second, his prick was hard enough to bust through brick, his balls tight, his blood burning like acid.

  Rin’s eyes lifted to his, and her lips parted in a natural pout, so different from the practiced expression her friend had donned for him.

  That was it; he had to kiss her.

  He tipped his head, his entire body tight and hard and ready. But just before his mouth claimed hers, she lurched away. He opened his eyes to catch the redhead slipping into her place as the music changed.

  He twisted to find his delicate Rin, but she’d disappeared into the crowd.

  “She’s my friend,” Andi shouted over the music as she undulated against him. “I won’t say anything bad about her. But she’s just not into this. She’s so shy. Sorry.” She smoothed her hands up his torso.

  He was sorry too.

  There was something about her. A quiet sensuality that didn’t need to be forced. He hadn’t been that intrigued by a woman in a long time. “No need to apologize for her.”