by Hart, Sadie
He leaned in to taste her, one sweeping heated stroke of his tongue and Lennox arched between them. She reached back, hands wrapping in Kanon’s hair, she writhed against the pressing exploration of Tegan’s tongue. The slick dive of it slipping inside her.
Lennox glanced down at him, met the hot gold of his eyes as he stared up at her. His grin was wicked in the dark. He leaned up and laid a kiss against her belly, his knuckles brushing the very core of her. Kanon’s zipper whirred softly in the quiet, crickets the only lingering song in the night. Under the pallid light of the moon, Tegan stood, nibbling his way up her stomach, nipping at the twin peaks of her breasts under cloth.
“Let me have her,” he said, even as he plucked her from Kanon’s arms. She wound her legs around his waist and shivered against the hard press of denim against her skin.
Without another word, Kanon slipped past them and into the yard, the moonlight tracing his jeans in shades of silver. Looping his thumbs into his pants he dragged them off his hips, boxers and all, and shucked them aside. His shirt trailed next, a flutter in the wind. Lennox buried her face in Tegan’s shoulder, whimpering as Kanon took her from Tegan’s arms, only to have him reach past her.
She felt the light-hearted shove, heard Tegan’s surprised laugh.
“Belly up, big boy,” Kanon teased, but there was no missing the warmth in his voice, or the content rumble from Tegan as he shimmied out of his jeans and stretched out on the grass.
Then she was falling, slowly, Kanon’s arms wrapped around her, until her knees brushed the soft tendrils of the grass and Tegan slipped deep inside her, filling her right to the core. “Tegan,” she whispered, but her hand tightened around the back of Kanon’s neck, only to have him pull it away.
She felt him then, one hand touching her chin as he tilted her face back, his thumb slipping between her lips. Lennox grinned and drew him in between her teeth, nipping over the pad of his finger. “I’d rather have the real thing.”
Kanon grinned down at her. “As the lady commands.”
He edged the words in pure, teasing sin, but the moment his cock brushed her lips she swallowed him down, tongue and lips exploring every inch of his shaft. Her fingers ran small circles over his balls. Just as Tegan began to move beneath her, Kanon thrust softly into her mouth. They both started slow. Somehow, amazingly in stride with one another. She felt Kanon tense just as Tegan pulled free beneath her.
Kanon’s back arched, his balls tightening under her fingertips and Lennox drank him down deep as he came, spilling down the back of her throat. He gasped as he pulled free of her mouth and slipped down to the ground beside her. She turned, watched as he leaned forward, running the pink tip of his tongue up Tegan’s cock, the other man bucking under the touch.
Lennox scrambled around and leaned down, her lips finding Tegan’s shaft just as Kanon took him softly into his mouth. Tegan cried out between them both, thrusting upwards and she felt him stiffen as he came, ripping grass up in fistfuls as Kanon licked him off.
They lay there for a moment, the rough pant of their breathing in time with one another. Lennox stretched out on the grass next to Tegan, laying one hand over his stomach and she caught Kanon’s hand in hers, holding tight. She smiled as Kanon leaned down to kiss them both, lingering over their lips, one after the other.
He leaned in again, his lips curving into a smile against hers. “You still got your cuffs?”
“Of course.”
“Care to arrest me, later?” He gave her a low, sinful growl and Tegan laughed.
“Big, bad Shifter Town Enforcement Hound gets nabbed by two lions.”
Lennox laughed. “I thought I was doing the arresting?”
“You’re gonna try.” Tegan winked. “We’ll see who really ends up cuffed to the bed.”
“Oh. You two are so on.”
Both men grinned at her, but Lennox shook her head. A Hound always got her man, and she had two sets of cuffs. This Hound was going to nab herself two.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This book is brought to you by the talent, patience, and devotion of so many people. I owe the following people a most heartfelt thanks for helping this book become a reality:
To Kodilynn Calhoun and Emma Jossin: Thank you both for putting up with my crazies, from my insecurities, to the feral wilderness that is my brain in plotting season. Thanks for sitting through the long hours of helping me shape an idea free of plot holes (Emma you rock at this!) and ironing out all the details and making the final book shine (-bows to Kodi-). I don’t know how many times you both have to read each draft to keep me on track, but I couldn’t do this without you.
To Rebecca Yeomans, my first beta reader. Thank you for reading Hounded and helping me rebuild my confidence in a story I loved and for showing me that the world could love it too.
And ultimately, thanks to my family. To my mom, who is both my best friend and biggest supporter. To my dad, for his undying faith and pride in me—for announcing me as a writer long before I had the courage to say it myself.
About the author: During the day, Sadie Hart works as a secretary in a library. At night, she writes steamy, paranormal romances revolving around the things that go bump in the night - both the spooky and the naughty kind. She lives in Michigan with two large dogs and a flying pig, who’s possibly a superhero and possibly a figment of her imagination. You can find her website here: http://sadiehart.com/
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Bonedust by Xoe Xanders
Chapter One
“The more distance you put between you and Jeremie, the less power he’ll have over you.”
Caine’s voice was deadly quiet, his eyes trained on the empty doorway. With a large archway, it opened into a long hall with oaken doors on either side, the flooring a rich ruby fabric twined with glimmers of silver. The only way out of this Goddess-forsaken place was down that hall.
Gabriel Sharpe slowly snaked a gaze over, his skin twitching with the magick of the vampire blood swelling low in his stomach. For all he knew, it could be booby-trapped, a purely elaborate set-up to get rid of him once and for all. The Bonemaster, Jeremie, was lazy, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have ordered another slave—even Caine—to set something up. This could all be one giant trap.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, a smear of crimson on his pale, scar-etched skin, and shuddered. He’d die before he let that fanged bastard Change him. His lips twisted up in a sneer. He would gladly welcome death.
“This isn’t going to work…”
Caine cut him a glare, his green eyes flashing with annoyance and anger. “Do you truly want to be like us? This is the future, Gabriel,” he murmured, spreading his arms wide, stepping towards him. “You have no other choice. Jeremie will be back and when he comes, he’ll take your life as easily as taking candy from a baby. Can you imagine eternity as his unwilling lover?”
Gabriel didn’t move, didn’t back up, even as his instincts screamed to get far away from here. He kept his breathing even as he met Caine’s gaze. “No.” That one word rumbled with years of pent up, raw emotion. His fists clenched at his sides.
“Then find Dante Saunders. He is, perhaps, the one man who can help us. The clock’s ticking, princess—you’d better hightail it outta here before J figures out my distraction was just that. Don’t overanalyze this, just go.”
Gabriel gave a sharp
nod and headed for the door on rubbery legs. His heart galloped in his chest like a half-broke kelpie fighting its iron bit and he took shallow breaths through his nose, surprised at the flood of scents insulting his nostrils. He blamed the vampire blood. Goddess. He could still feel the graze of razor fangs across his throat, Jeremie’s lips fluttering against his skin. He shivered again. So close.
Caine made a ragged sound. “Go!”
Gabriel didn’t need the push—his bare feet were already pounding across the carpeted stone, making barely a sound. In his mind’s eye, he imagined spider silk wire tied to the doorknob, rigged to keep him in—or else. He swung the door open and flinched, but no gun went off, firing a shot into his skull to spray the wall with blood and bone. It couldn’t be this easy. It just couldn’t be. Heart jumping, he half-ran, half-stumbled down the marble staircase and past a very surprised maid, her feet hobbled with crystallite shackles. She called something out, but the buzz of blood and magick in his head made it impossible to understand her. His hand slammed against the doorknob and praying to every Goddess out there that this was it—that he was free for once in seventeen years—he swung the door open.
He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. A nest of vamps waiting like cobras around the door? Jeremie to catch his arm so nonchalant like he always did and tut at him before taking him upstairs for a punishment that involved hot knives and salt? Not the open graveyard that stood before him, hauntingly empty in the barest of morning hours.
The grass was a dull yellow-green, cropped in a buzz cut, dormant from the cold. Weeds stuck up in spikes around the thousands of headstones jutting up like broken teeth from the earth. Gabriel had seen the sight thousands of times before, but it was somehow different this time.
It was so deadly silent.
He bolted across the Boneyard, throwing a wary glance over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t leaving a trail of footprints pressed into the grass. He wasn’t. His feet thrummed across hardened earth, pain shooting up his foot as he bashed a toe on a headstone.
“Shit!” He tripped and fell, scraping his knees on the ground. Then he was up and running once again. His breaths came in short, sharp pants and he ran as though his life depended on it.
In reality, it did. At least his life as he knew it. Sure, he could stay and become the walking Undead, half-corpse, half-monster like dear Jeremie with his porcelain skin and row of dagger fangs and the blood dripping from his lips, staining pale skin as he drank from Gabriel’s throat. He shook his head fiercely to rid himself of the images, the memories, and just focused on running.
If he could get away, if he could be free for just a week…it would all be worth it. He’d find whoever the hell Dante Saunders was and together they’d end Jeremie’s reign of terror.
And if Jeremie found him before then, Gabriel was ready to fall on the blade. Or take a bullet to the temple. Whichever came first.
A low, booming bark echoed in the air and Gabriel’s heart jumped into his throat. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, even though he knew what was behind him. Big paws thundered after him, the hellhounds’ foul breath at the backs of Gabriel’s calves. He bit down the scream rising in his chest, knowing it would take more energy than he had to spare. He knew every inch of the muscled black hounds snarling behind him, from the tip of their canines to the end of their tails. If he stumbled, they’d be upon him, their bodies as hot as fire and their fangs slicing into flesh just for a taste.
Teeth grazed his ankle and Gabriel could’ve sobbed with relief as the archway of the wrought iron fence came into view. Pain lancing down his side, he sprinted for safety, darting through the opening although it sent him skittering barefoot on gravel. Shrieks rose up behind him, furious and painful as the hounds touched the wards keeping them inside the Boneyard. Magick gleamed in the air, flickering like static. Gabriel stumbled and went down on one knee, gasping for breath as he watched them pace and growl.
It wouldn’t take Jeremie nearly as long as it’d taken him to get here. He rose to his feet and headed west. He glanced down at his bare chest, to the intricate ink of the tattoo stained across his torso. A ribcage and spine had been drawn into his flesh, showing him off as property of the Bonemaster. But it was more than just a morbid decoration. No—for each of his slaves, Jeremie had ground a little of his bone to dust in the ink used, binding them to him forever. Gabriel forced a breath through his nose and took off at a jog.
Jeremie would track him come dusk. The vampire had some sort of sick obsession with Gabriel ever since he’d plucked him up out of the Marketplace when he was eighteen. Gabriel was a slave—his mother had given him up as a toddler, his life less important than needing drug money for a quick fix, and he’d been in the System since.
He’d fought the Bonemaster tooth and nail and he bore the scars for his disobedience. Now Jeremie wanted to Change him, to make him his eternal mate. Bile rose in Gabriel’s throat at the thought of that—of drinking the blood of the other slaves for sustenance and being Jeremie’s forever fuck-buddy for centuries to come.
As the sun dawned blood red in the sky, casting a golden glow on the city’s gleaming crystal and steel towers and making the pavement glimmer, Gabriel finally slowed. His calves throbbed and his feet were bruised and bloodied, but he was alive. Alive. He whistled a breath through his nose and he leaned against a building, feeling the press of stone against his bare back. Alive and free for the first time in years. He ran a hand through dark curls and rested his head against brick.
He needed a game plan. And some clothes. If someone saw his inked chest, they would know where to take him—straight back to Hell. And he needed a full day of sleep, unworried about the vampires coming to get him. Best thing about the bloodsucking bastards was that they were immobilized during the daylight hours. The only issue was: He needed money to be able to rent a motel room and slaves weren’t exactly rich.
Which meant he needed a job.
Rubbing the stubble on his jaw, he pushed off the building and started walking, feeling the warmth of the sun on his chest. The air was chilled with the brisk of autumn, fingering through his hair like whispers. Gabriel hunched his shoulders and cast his gaze around. What sort of place would hire a guy with no shirt and shoes to speak of? A job that didn’t involve clothes, even if it meant baring his ink to the world. Risky, but if he could get paid just enough to hitch a bus and a buy some clothes, he’d be out of here, far away.
Garishly bright in violet neon, Gabriel could’ve groaned. New Ryot typically swung one way or another: High class places or lowest-of-the-low slums. And from the look of the silver trimmed door with bullet wounds and the buzz of the retro neon sign flashing “Feylinn”, Gabriel was guessing this was the slums.
He sighed and swung the door inwards. It chimed merrily, inviting him into a small club decorated in hot pink and silver with a large dance floor. Bodies churned together like roaring waves, the tinge of sweat and sex in the air. One man had his hands wrapped in a woman’s hair, her throat bare to him, willing as he kissed her. The north wall held a corner bar with a long row of red vinyl stools and the back wall was a stage. The wooden floor gleamed under the lights, sporting a slender crystallite pole and the form of a man making love to it.
The man swung and dipped to the thrum of the music pounding a beat. He wore nothing but a tight black thong that revealed a perfect ass. His head arched back, hands wrapped around the clear pole, one leg sliding upwards. His skin was pale, muscles taut and glittery under the lighting, his royal blue hair done up in spikes with the bangs drifting into his face. His eyes were closed and the lights caught the silver ring adorning one nipple. Someone whistled and the stripper skirted a little closer, a seductive, secretive smile playing across his lips.
Gabriel hesitated, his eyes glued to the slender, rippling form of the man on the stage. Gorgeous, he had to admit, with a sort of liquid beauty even a vampire couldn’t attest to. Gabriel had never been given a choice about his sexuality, but despite being forced
to Jeremie’s bed, men still intrigued him. It was something about their lean bodies, the supple muscle under taut skin that just…called to him in a way women never could. His tongue snaked out along his bottom lip just in time for the stripper’s eyes to open and lock on his.
His breath caught in his throat as eyes as pale as winter met his. Strange, hypnotizing eyes with snake-slit pupils. The man’s brow quirked, lips lifting into a toothy grin and then he winked and just like that, the spell was broken. The crowd gathered around the stage was glued to him as he strutted off, sashaying slender hips as he slid behind the curtains. The lights returned to the dance floor as a dark-skinned man came out and the crowd wolf-whistled.
Gabriel needed to find the man in charge. He wasn’t sure he could offer the crowd what that stripper had just offered—pure sexual energy—but he had to try. He needed cash and he needed it quick. Worrying his lip between his teeth, he took off for the stage. A burly man with four arms stopped him dead with a glare. “I’d like a job,” he said before the man could escort him away.
The bouncer gave him a look. “I suppose you look interestin’, that’s for sure.” He flashed a row of tiny, yellowed teeth. “But Butch isn’t hirin’. Sorry kid, but scram.”
“Can’t I at least talk with him?”
“Depends. You have a coin?”
Gabriel’s lip wrinkled in a sneer. “If I had a coin, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Maybe prostitution’s a better avenue for you, then.”
“I’d hire him.” The voice that trailed from behind the four-armed beast was soft with the promise of being a little bit naughty. The bouncer dropped his shoulder and glanced over at the man and Gabriel was given the full view of the stripper. He wore tight black snakeskin pants that hugged every inch of him. His chest was bare and in the lighting, Gabriel could see the glimmer of iridescent scales adorning his skin. His eyes were still eerily pale, the pupils mere slits down the center as deep blue bangs fringed into his gaze. Not only was his nipple pierced, but he had silver studs lining both ears and a ring through his bottom lip. He gave a coy grin. Not a scar marred his beautiful body. “Hey, sexy. You new around here?”