Blooming Desire: An Extraordinary Spring Romance Collection

by S. J. Sanders

  Rin was fast and I wasn’t in the best shape to be running, but I powered down the street. The colony border was only a few blocks away, then the forest started and we’d have some privacy.

  Cries of alarm rose behind me as Rin plowed through the crowded street after me. I think there would have been more trouble if I wasn’t laughing delightedly as I ran. Being a mixed species colony though, there was some understanding of different cultural aspects. As long as I wasn’t screaming for help, my neighbors would assume I was okay. A few grinned knowingly and a pair of delvian traders even howled encouragement behind me.

  Rin

  There were others in my way. The males were particularly worrisome. What if they scented my mate? She was mine. I wouldn’t stand for another to pursue her. She whistled, calling me. I chased, the blood pounding in my head. I burned with need. Need to chase, need to hunt, need to fuck. My mate was running and I needed her.

  Leaping over the ones in my path, I followed. There were too many, I pushed them aside. None of them tried to stop me, none tried to pursue her. Tessa, my Tessa. Her scent was strong and beautiful, it filled my senses and nothing could distract me from her now. Somewhere behind me was the other, the undesirable one. She didn’t matter, only Tessa.

  My mate reached the trees and disappeared. The hunt was truly on now. I entered the shadows and paused, sniffing the air. She went this way. Weaving through the trees, I rounded a small boulder and there she was. She’d stopped to catch her breath. I growled. Whirling, she squeaked and bolted, laughing excitedly.

  Bounding after her, I scooped her into my arms and continued deeper into the forest, looking for seclusion. Tessa whooped happily and threw her arms around my neck, kissing my snout. I growled, tightening my grip on her. Her arousal was driving me deeper into rut. I needed to be inside her, soon.

  A large fallen tree caught my eye and I headed for it. My chest rattled with my mating purrs. Tessa grunted when I abruptly draped her over the tree, flipping her skirt over her back. She was head down, ass in the air, feet off the ground, and it was the most beautiful sight to my rut fogged mind. My claws ripped through her panties, exposing her arousal slicked flesh.

  “Rin! What are you-uhhh,” she moaned as my tongue swiped her sex from bottom to top. She squirmed, panting when I did it again. She tasted divine, musk and salt and female, but not just any female, my female. I was in full rut and my mind was focused on one thing. Tearing my pants open, I seized her hips and buried my dick in her soft channel.

  It was glorious. Gasping, her sheath clenching around me, she thrashed, trying to brace herself to accommodate my size and sudden intrusion. Tessa’s plush hips cushioned me as I ground against her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body tight to me, squeezing her large breasts in my hands. She whimpered and the sound destroyed the last of my control.

  Pinning her once more, I pounded into her slippery heat. My breath came in harsh grunts and my thighs slapped against her ass. I clung to her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. Tessa wailed loudly under me.

  7

  Tessa

  Rin was bigger than I’d expected, his initial hard entry left me gasping for air as I stretched almost painfully around him. He’d frozen, giving me a moment to adjust. Breathlessly, I felt the moment Rin’s control snapped. He snarled and started thrusting wildly. His weight pinned me to the tree as his fingers clenched on my hips. The friction of his fur on my thighs sent a ripple of sensation spiraling through me until I was moaning and crying with pleasure.

  Rin moved so fast, pistoning in and out like a machine. He raised up and I heard the rip of fabric as he tore through the back of my dress. His tongue lapped at the back of my shoulders, drawing shivers from me. He nipped and I yelped at the sting of pleasure pain. Curling his hands under me, he gripped my naked breasts, claws pinching just a little. I mewled, panting as my body wound tighter and tighter under Rin’s touch.

  Everything started to feel like too much. There was so much physical input it almost hurt. His claws on my skin, the velvety brush of his fur, I whimpered, overwhelmed. Rin’s cock swelled, catching on the front of my pelvis with a pop as it shuttled out of me. I yelped when he slammed it back in. His teeth gripped my shoulder suddenly, sinking into my flesh. At the same time, he ground hard against me, pressing against my clit.

  I shattered, screaming his name as bliss washed over me. Rin responded with a snarl of his own. His cock jerking as he came. I felt the heat of his cum spilling into me and filling my pussy with his seed. Rin’s body went limp and he collapsed on me, barely bracing his arms on either side of me. Letting go of my shoulder, he licked lazily at the mark he’d left.

  “My Tessa, my mate,” he panted in my ear. He trembled a little, dick still twitching against the walls of my pussy. His knot was locked behind my pubic bone, swollen and hard inside me. Every time he moved, it tugged at me and I shuddered at the jolts of pleasure it caused.

  “Oh shit Rin, you feel so good,” I said, gasping. He growled softly, pulling back slowly. His knot had receded enough that it came free with a small pop. He didn’t pull out though, instead he stroked gently back in. Round two had started.

  This time he went agonizingly slow and it was even better. By the time I came, I was thrashing and cursing him for being too slow. He chuckled, never changing his pace. Driving me mad until I cried out, shaking from my orgasm. Then he stroked faster and harder a few times, finally growling out his second orgasm and slumping over me with a blissful groan. Rin purred tiredly, a happy stuttery sound of completion. He nuzzled my neck contentedly and I sighed, propping my sweaty forehead on my arms.

  “Tessa?” He whispered.

  “Mmm?” I was too wrung out to speak.

  “Are you alright?” Poor guy sounded so worried about me.

  “Mm-hmm,” I murmured with a grin.

  “I am sorry if I was too rough. The rut can be hard.” I chuckled at his unintended double entendre.

  “That was perfect Rin,” I said reassuringly. “I enjoyed that.”

  “Dax described human mating quite differently,” he commented unconvinced. I laughed again.

  “Humans have lots of different ways to have sex. If you want, we’ll try a few of them out too. Just as soon as I can feel my body again,” I offered, yawning tiredly.

  “I would like that,” Rin said, lifting off me and pulling out. We both shuddered pleasantly. Picking me up, he carried me against his chest and sat down, leaning back on a tree. “As soon as I can feel my body again as well. Rest, we will try a few of those ways before we must return home. Then we will try a few more. I hope your room is sound-proofed.” I snorted at his comment. It was to a degree, but it might not be enough. “This is forever, my Tessa.”

  “I would like that,” I said, repeating Rin’s words. Snuggling into his soft fur, I smiled when his hand came up to hold mine as it rested over his heart. This was perfect.

  About the Author

  Charity Wells is a paranormal/sci-fi romance author. A voracious reader and lover of all genres of romance, she happily devours everything from Viking warriors to alien overlords. Her favorites though are reptilian or feline aliens, shapeshifters, and just about anything with wings and/or tails, especially prehensile. She likes strong, muscley, Alpha males who can be total badasses for, and super sweeties with, their chosen mates. And biting, Charity really likes biting.

  Charity spends her days working at her local airport, squeezing in as much writing as possible, and taking care of her four minions and the cranky old wolf she married. When she has spare time, she likes to bake novelty cakes, make candy, and every once in a while, do some kind of crafty little project or another.

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  A Monsterly Yours Romance

  S.J. Sanders

  Blurb

  Love Blooms for the Pixie Queen

  A Monsterly Yours Romance

  S.J. Sanders

  When a human is sent mistakenly between realms by an antique talisman, it leaves her shrunk and stranded in the depths of the troll kingdom. Lost and alone, she takes solace in the hive of male pixies who find her and make it their task to help her (and dote on her). They are nothing like she’s ever expected, giving her a taste of a life that she couldn’t have imagined. It leaves Orenda with a choice: to go back home or remain by their side?

  1

  Shavish

  The nightblooms with their intoxicating perfume and luminous glow light up the forest where the vines cling to the giant branches and climb up trunks that stretch up with magnificent girth from the ground below. My wings hum behind me, thwarting my self-control with anxious anticipation. I am too old to me lighting up like a youth during his first mating dance. Too old to get my hopes up yet again. I try to remain aloof, schooling my features into mask of disdain as I survey the surrounding woods.

  Tomorrow night is the festival of Amheina, the crowning festival, the first of two annual festivals in which pixie males may seek a queen. My hive has tried for many years to woo a female to join us but every year we failed in drawing one in by our mating dance. I’d almost given up hope, but the seer affirmed that this would be the year that we would find her. Our bachelor hive is older than others. Most males lure in a queen for their hive as early as their twentieth year, and most by their twenty-fifth.

  I am far from twenty.

  I grimace as the rising moon suddenly floods the woods with light, silvering every leaf on the tree so brightly that it temporarily blinds my sensitive eyes. No. I am not even twenty-five. This is my thirty-seventh year, and though I am the eldest of my hive, it is not by much with the youngest of my brothers at thirty. Among our pixie brethren who live close to a thousand years, we are ironically considered past our prime when it comes to courting.

  Many within our woods have encouraged us to do as other bachelor hives and be rendered infertile to serve as castri to tend unmated queens. My skin itches in repulsion at the thought of making myself available to wait on the females, used for their first sexual experiences until they find mates.

  Being a convenience.

  I can’t bear the idea, though Orel and Gwin have resigned themselves to it and have been taking turns trying to talk me into it over the last year as the pressure mounts to conform to expectation. Even the youngest of my brothers, Dazi, has given up and contented himself to a quiet life with his studies and various interests.

  I refuse to let this be our fate. There is nothing wrong with our hive. We are strong, healthy males. Sure, our colors are a bit plain compared to other males, and we tend to be more aggressive than our brethren, but I do not see these as faults. We can hide better and protect our nest better.

  “You are brooding again, brother.”

  I glance over at Gwin, his dark green wings fluttering as he drops to perch beside me on the rear balcony of our nest. Out of my hive brothers, he is my only sibling. His black eyes watch me expectantly and I feel a flood of affection toward him that comes across our hive bond. My brother’s expression lightens and a small smile twitches on his lips.

  “I am not brooding,” I argue. “I am merely considering options.”

  Gwin sighs and gives me an impatient look, his brow plates arching above one eye. “What options are that, exactly? You do this to our hive every year. Every Amheina and Ehano, you are impossible to live with, determined that it will be our turn. When will you accept that we are not going to be chosen?”

  “I am not beyond hope!” I growl, my temper flaring. I already know where his argument is heading, and I do not have the patience to hear it tonight. “I have seen the seer.”

  The other half of my brother’s brow plating shoots up as he stares at me askance. “The seer? You know what our responsibility is. Why would you visit the seer over something so trivial…?”

  “It is not trivial,” I snap. “One would think that you enjoy the thought of being magically stripped of your mating pheromones and rendered unable to mate or breed the way you carry on about our so-called responsibilities to the queens.”

  Gwin stares at me in shock, not unwarranted. Since the day my mother bore him, he and I had been close despite the five years separating us. We have battled other males to assert our territory and brawled together, protecting each other, but I do not recall a time that I raised my voice at him. His wings drop, and a scowl slowly forms on his face as the shock wears off. His arms cross over his chest, the plating over his chest and upper arms shifting with the movement.

  “That is not fair, Shavish,” he says defensively. “You know I suffer as much as you every year. Do you think I enjoy the physical pain that follows a mating flight that has been left unsatisfied with the way my cocks feel like they are ready to burst? Even the arms of our hive brothers do little to slake a mating burn. What of the endless disappointments? Or maybe you think I like being hounded by the elders whenever they see me flit by? I am tired of it.”

  I feel a twinge of guilt but smother it under a scowl.

  “I am not ready to give up, especially not when the seer has foretold that this will be our year.”

  My brother pauses at that, his arms slowly dropping. The look that crosses his face is one of suspicion. “The seer told you that? Exactly that?”

  My plates chimes softly as I bristle in offense. “I am not Orel, who conveniently twists facts to suit him. The seer said that our female would await us in the great depths of the wood on the Amheina.”

  Gwin is silent as he considers this new information. He still doesn’t look pleased, but at least his scowl has lifted into a slight frown. He sighs and drops his head back as if praying to the stars above for strength like our sires do. At long last, he drops his head again to meet my eyes.

  “Okay, Shavish. I will try one more time at your insistence, but I warn you that this is the last year,” he says slowly in an unyielding voice. “I will not dance for Ehano, nor for Amheina again if we fail.”

  “We will not,” I say confidently. “I have an idea of where in the forest to perform our dance in search of our queen.”

  “Do you agree to my terms?” my brother presses.

  “Agreed.”

  He blows another silvery sigh from between his teeth. “Very well… Just let me break the news to Orel. You know how the two of you argue. He will never be convinced otherwise. You, however, get to pry Dazi from his hole.” He says the latter with a smirk, but I bare my fangs in an answering smile, not daunted in the least.

  “Leave Dazi to me,” I agree easily.

  Gwin gives me one last searching look before nodding. His green wings spread wide and he hops into the air with a wild hum as his wings flutter, carrying him away in search of Orel. I watch him go, a triumphant smile still lingering on my lips.

  It was easy to agree to his terms with the words of the seer backing me. My wings flutter again. It is all I can do to keep from flying among the trees to search her out now, flashing my mating colors. The only thing that keeps me inside the nest is the knowledge that I would waste my energy stores prematurely, and that a lone male has no hope of attracting a female.

  I need my hive brothers all on board. It is easier said than done. Over the years our relationship has become more and more fractured, our hive’s bond strained. We rarely spend time with each other outside of our most intimate moments, and even those as of late have had a touch of desperation to them before they faded altogether. We need a mate to save our hive in every sense of the word. Without her, not only would our hive be dissolved as we join the queen hive as castri but we would continue to slip out of harmony with each other.

  I am glad that I can count on Gwin to convince Orel. All that leaves me to convince is Daz
i.

  I drop down from the balcony into our nest, my wings fluttering to slow my descent until my feet are on the floor. With haste, I make my way to the lowest level of the hive, where my brother keeps his office. I tap two thick claws on the door and wait patiently for him to answer.

  From within, I can hear rattling around and the irritated buzz of Dazi’s wings as he makes his way to the door, not even bothering to hide his irritation. The door opens a crack as my youngest hive brother glares out at me.

  “No.”

  My brow plates slam down. “You haven’t even heard what I have to say.”

  “I know what you are going to say,” he rebuffs me coolly. “I have no interest in another mating flight. I tell you every year and every year you insist on dragging me out. No. No more. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an elixir I am working on…” The door begins to close but I block it with my foot.

  “You are going to hear me out even if I have to haul you out of there,” I return, the temperature in my voice dropping noticeably.

  The door swings open and my brother steps out to confront me. His wings are buzzing angrily as his plating bristles, the edges moving to make an aggressive rhythmic chiming sound. It is sharper than the light sounds he makes during times of affection, and I know he is doing it intentionally to put me in my place. He hasn’t welcomed my touch in four circles of the moon and has made no secret of it. It pains me greatly to see him so hostile, and I know the tension between us through our hive bond pains him as well.