Hot House: Dante and Hayley

by Sheri Gilmore

  Maybe I’ll be an uncle soon. He snorted as the thought crossed his mind. How would he be any kind of uncle where he was headed?

  The coolness of the night called him, and Michael turned his head to the stars. He couldn’t imagine ever holding Lilith like Dante held Hayley. She had evolved from an enticing vixen to a wonderful, loving -- He looked in the window and raised his eyebrow -- wildcat. He threw his head back and laughed. Samael didn’t know what he’d gotten himself into. Hayley wasn’t so meek and mild. A little of Lilith still existed in her, after all. Naked bodies entwined on the carpet, with the one on top female.

  She raked her fingernails down her partner’s chest and laughed at his sharp inhalation. Her teeth nipped and sucked their way down his body until she arrived to the part of his anatomy she hunted.

  When Dante threw back his head at the feel of her mouth around his cock, she sighed. This was what she wanted. What she’d always wanted, but had never realized until she became Lilith. The part of her that remained Lilitu, that was still Lilith, raised her head and smiled with satisfaction into the eyes of her lover. She felt his body still beneath her.

  “Where’s Hayley?” His voice sounded cold and distant.

  Hayley blinked at the contrast between the man who had held and caressed her minutes earlier, and the one who lay beneath her. She shook her head.

  “I-I don’t know --”

  Dante bucked hard and threw her off. When she would have pushed up, he pinned her beneath him. The murderous look in his eye made her breath catch in her throat.

  “Dante, you’re hurting me.” She twisted her wrists, but he wouldn’t release her. The grasp so tight, her hands were numb.

  He leaned forward, his face an inch from hers. “I want to know what you did to Hayley.” He gripped harder. “And I want to know now, Lilith!”

  Hayley shook her head. “I’m not Lilith. I’m Hayley, and I love you.”

  His nostrils dilated, and his jaw clenched. She had to say something fast, or he looked like he’d kill her. He thought she was Lilith, but why? Hayley searched her mind for what she might have done to make him react like this, and it came to her. She relaxed in his grip, and she saw his eyes narrow.

  “Are you frightened of a woman who shows her man what she wants?”

  He pulled his head back and looked down at her. The confusion on his face prompted her further.

  “I desire you, Dante.” She wiggled her hips against his erection. “I want to ride you until you make me come, then ride you some more.”

  His pupils dilated.

  “Wouldn’t you like for me to pleasure you for a change, instead of the other way around?” Her voice changed from seductive to pleading.

  God, please let him accept me. All of her. Not just the part of her that would give in to his desire, but the part that desired him, as well. The part that craved him giving in to her and letting her take her pleasure in any form she chose.

  When he released her, lifting his weight, she sighed and sat up. “I guess not.”

  Dante turned at the sound of her voice, so defeated and sad. He raked a hand through his hair. He wanted to believe this was his Hayley, but she’d never acted like this with him except under the influence of Lilith.

  When she stood, moving away, he reached out and caught her wrist. She stopped, but refused to look at him. Her pulse beat erratically beneath her skin, and he longed to ease her distress, but he had to be sure Lilith hadn’t returned to fuck up his life again. He couldn’t go back to Hell. He craved Heaven too much this time.

  “The Hayley I know wouldn’t demand to be on top.”

  Her head snapped up, and her gaze sparked with anger. Dante’s cock jumped in anticipation. His mind might have doubts, but his body craved the things Lilith could always evoke in him.

  “This Hayley almost died.” She stepped closer and aimed a finger at him. The force of her impact stabbed into his chest.

  He stepped back, but she didn’t retreat.

  Ah, shit, she’s pissed. He’d never seen her like this. Scared and excited, yes, but never so mad that fire spit from her eyes. Again, he thought of Lilith, but this time the comparison didn’t scare him.

  “This Hayley lost everything she loved.”

  He had reached the sofa. The cushions dug into his calves, and he had to lean back to escape her prodding finger. She’s magnificent.

  Her hair fell tangled around her shoulders, and her lipstick smeared across her mouth, but the glare in her eyes made him hard. “And I’m not going to wimp out on what I want when I have a second chance.”

  He heard her voice catch with her admission. How could he have doubted her? “Ahh, Hayley, honey --”

  His words vanished with a whoosh, and he felt his body fall backwards into the cushions. He landed hard with her on top of him. All his breath gone.

  “Are you?”

  “Am I ... am I what?”

  “Going to wimp out on another chance to have everything you’ve always wanted?”

  Dante stared into beautiful gray eyes and pouty red lips surrounded by glossy brown hair. In that instant, he saw all three of her incarnations in the one. She was right. This was his chance. His only chance to have everything he’d ever wanted -- Lilith, Beatrice, and ... Hayley.

  “No.” He feathered his fingers through her hair. “I’m not letting you get away from me this time.” With a groan, he tightened his grip on her hair and brought her lips to his. He kissed her hard. Seconds turned to minutes before their lips parted. Their mingled pants echoed through the room and into the night through the open window.

  “You want me, Hayley Thomas?”

  Her eyes widened when she heard his question. He’d asked her the same thing the first day they’d met. A day he’d never forget. He watched a wicked glint enter her gaze.

  She nodded and lowered her mouth to his, but he pushed her back, mimicking their motions in reverse, like they’d done so long ago. Instead of fighting him, this time she gave a little smile.

  Ah, she remembers. But would she play the game?

  “No, you have to tell me what you want,” he said, remembering word for word.

  Her fingertips brushed the skin of his throat in imitation of his previous action. He pulled away from her touch, and she removed her hand.

  “I’m not going to hurt you,” she whispered.

  “That’s not what you indicated a few seconds ago,” he said, liking their game more and more. He heard her laugh and knew they’d gotten to the best part.

  “You silly boy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She leaned forward and bit his lip, hard and fast. At his gasp of pain, she suckled it deep with her mouth and tongue.

  This hadn’t been in the original scenario, but Dante liked it. He closed his eyes and imagined her suckling his cock instead of his lip.

  She drew away and reached for the zipper of his pants. Oh, yeah, this was good, but he wanted to hear her say --

  “I want to fuck you.”

  Thank you, God. She always knew he needed the words. His pants down around his knees and hers on the floor, he watched her rise above him, then lower her body onto his. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the feel of her hot cunt milking his cock. The images of Lilith and Beatrice merged into Hayley and became one. She was everything he needed. Just her.

  The need to come rose. He opened his eyes and watched the expression of intense concentration on her beautiful face. His balls tightened and tingled. Intense heat seared from his crotch down to his feet. And, God Almighty, his toes curled as his semen shot into the hot depths of her body.

  Michael felt his own cock stiffen with need. He’d watched her take Samael, with her on top; Samael take her from behind at the side of the sofa; and now, her silky head moved up and down over his brother’s cock for their third copulation.

  Michael imagined it was him she sucked. The soft slurp of her lips echoed across the windowsill until he could take the pain no longer. With hands that shook,
he removed his own cock from its confines of leather and stroked the hot skin in time with her movements. He wanted her. He needed her.

  His orgasm hit hard, and he sucked in his breath and gritted his teeth against the pain. With a firm hand, he pumped his cock until the last spurt of his seed had been expunged from his body. In his mind he pictured Hayley’s tongue lapping the creamy substance from his skin, instead of it lying wasted on the soil below his feet.

  One last stroke. Pleasure shot up through his balls and into his spine. Michael groaned. But this time, he wasn’t going to go after what he desired. In the distance, he heard Dante cry his release and heard the emotion in his brother’s voice.

  “Hayley, I love you.”

  Michael didn’t look back. With his jaw tight, and his pants secure, he walked into the darkness, alone, to rule the realm of Hell -- the blaze of red-and-yellow-flamed tattoos evident on his arms.

  Sheri Gilmore

  When Sheri Gilmore isn’t creating romantic sexual fantasies for her readers, she’s a registered nurse, wife, and a mother of three. Her most favorite cities are New Orleans, San Francisco, and New York City, but she’s always wanted to visit San Antonio, Santa Fe, and Las Vegas. Visit Sheri on the Web at www.sherisecrets.com.

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  Desert Moon: Ah-ten

  by Alicia Sparks

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  Desert Moon: Ah-ten

  Caire wanted to run her hands along the man's broad chest, to explore the tiny thatch of hair just below his navel, to take his tight nipples between her teeth and watch his deep blue eyes smolder with gold as she had seen so many times in her dreams. But she waited with bated breath, hoping she could subdue him enough, hoping her incense and smoke trick would entice him so that he would willingly come to her. Anything to have her hands in his hair, his body pumping into hers.

  Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the women bathe him. Their tiny breasts floated on the water, just out of reach of his mouth as he sat in the tub, submerged to the waist in the warm, clear water. She would have gone to him herself if she had not meant to test his reaction to the women. In the seconds when they had met, he claimed to be a man who could not be owned by women. Her heart pounded against her chest as she sat in the shadows, anticipation flowing all through her body.

  Medina, one of the young girls with long, dark hair, ran her hands along his chest, leaving a trail of lather in their wake. He tilted his head back as a lazy smile crossed his face. The man might proclaim to be immune to women, but he certainly seemed to be enjoying his treatment at their skilled hands. Corine stood behind him, lathering his thick hair, twisting the dark mass in her small, white hands.

  Caire inhaled a deep breath, wishing she were the one standing behind him, his head on her chest as she wove her fingers through his hair. One command was all it would take to empty the pool of the others. Then she could take her time exploring the warrior's body, taking in his ample chest, the thick mass of hair that covered it, sliding her fingers down lower to wrap around his cock.

  Watching the others surround him both aroused her and angered her. She should be the one attending him. The desire to stand, announce her presence, take control of the situation, was strong, but before she could move, he reached out and took Medina's breast into his hand and gently coaxed her forward.

  Caire's wetness came as no surprise. She had watched others have sex before and had been more than intrigued by their actions. But tonight, watching the man she longed to have, a new surge of yearning swept through her, one that was so much stronger than anything else she'd ever felt.

  He let out a low moan, deep enough for her to hear as the sound echoed through the stillness in the room. Corine had ducked beneath the water and no doubt had his cock in her mouth. Caire licked her lips, imagining how it would feel to have them stretched over his thick rod, his hands buried in her hair as she licked and sucked, moving on top of him.

  She reclined on the chaise, still hidden in the shadows, her eyes intent upon watching the women as they pleasured Ah-ten. Spreading her legs, she imagined him raising himself above her, placing his cock in her mouth. Her hand wandered down her stomach to graze against her soft patch of hair. She let it linger there for a second, imagining how his tongue would feel if it were to sweep against her while she stroked him. Then her fingers moved lower, closing over her clit, which was already swollen with anticipation.

  Corine came up for air as Medina slipped from Ah-ten's arms and slid into the water. Corine sat astride him, her breasts pressing into his face as his fingers dug into her back. Caire couldn't see, but knew that he had Corine's breasts in his mouth, lavishing attention on one and then the other. From the sounds of the moans floating out to her, Caire imagined his skilled tongue moving swiftly, followed by his teeth, which would sink into her flesh, gently biting, bringing her to ecstasy.

  Finally, her fingers slipped into her wet warmth. One hand moved to cover her breast, to squeeze her nipple as she imagined what Ah-ten was doing. The other worked furiously at her wet pussy, attempting to bring herself to orgasm as she watched Ah-ten take turns with the maid's breasts. She longed for him to lift them out of the water and glide them over his cock, which she somehow knew would be thick and large with deep purple veins that begged to be squeezed to release.

  Her fingers weren't enough. Not when the man who was the object of her obsession possessed something so much larger than her fingers.

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  What people are saying about

  Desert Moon: Ah-ten

  Ah-ten is a hero to beat all heroes and Caire is a ruler of intelligence in a fascinating story. Everything combines to create an excellent novel that I recommend to all lovers of romantic fantasy.

  -- Anya Khan, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

  I haven't read sex scenes as erotic as these in a long time. Ms. Sparks has created a fascinating universe in her Desert Moon series, one that I hope to revisit very, very soon.

  -- Tanya, Fallen Angel Reviews

  This book is awesome and so good you won't put it down until you finish it. Ah-ten is sexy and bold with an alpha attitude that will rock your world… Lovers of fantasy must pick this one up.

  -- Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio