To celebrate my first birthday as a writer I'm sharing sexy snippets from all six of my published books... AND two of my upcoming stories!
(Beware.... really lengthy blog)
UPCOMING: Bound at the Ball (unedited)
“Shh, nothing bad will happen to you, and your sisters are right here.” A very deep male voice whispered in her ear. His breath tickled the hairs along her neck. “I don’t want to place a gag in your mouth. Nod if you understand.”
Every hand on her body stilled. She groaned at the loss of movement. Her wrists and knees were still held, but not a single sensual touch was given. She nodded and groaned when all of the calloused hands resumed their ministrations. The palm across her mouth lifted and she blew out a sigh.
The hands that had been touching her breasts squeezed her flesh and lightly pinched her distended nipples. Sensations bordering pain flashed through her body. Her breasts felt swollen and tender, but the light pressure was too much. A keen, long and low, escaped her lips. She tried to pull her hands down to brush the hands from her chest but couldn’t move. Hot, liquid heat flooded her body. Each time she tried to free her hands another rush of heaviness grew in her pussy. She knew in the recesses of her brain that she should be panicking, fighting the males that were touching her most private areas, but she needed the fire in her belly quenched.
“Please,” she whispered, begging who ever was touching her. “I hurt, please help me.”
All of the hands stilled for a moment. She wiggled in the water, burning with need. She wondered if she wasn’t supposed to ask for help. Was this an endurance ritual? Why hadn’t anyone told her what to expect and what the rules were?
Her breathing had ratcheted up to short gasps. She couldn’t hear anyone moving over the sound of her own panting breaths and heartbeat. She pulled on her hands again, hoping those fingers holding her had also relaxed. A moan slid through her lips when she once again found her arms trapped. Unable to move at all brought more heat to her mound. Tears started to fill her eyes and were slowly absorbed by the blindfold. Why wouldn’t they help her?
Just before the male spoke again she felt a warm breath flutter along her neck. “Did you ask for our help, little girl, to stop the pain, or are we hurting you?”
“Not pain, but something isn’t right with me. I ache so badly I’m going insane,” she whispered. She tried to squirm in the restraining hands. “Please.”
“Hmm, so you would like us to take the throbbing away? You want us to touch you until it all stops?”
She nodded. She didn’t know what to ask for, but perhaps this male knew how to fix her. The moment she nodded every set of hands started moving on her skin again. She thrashed her head and moaned. Whatever was wrong was getting worse. A male pair of fingers spread her folds and rubbed against her clit, making her jerk against her restraints. Her muscles froze, straining to get her closer to whatever fingers and palms touched her. Her breasts were hot and heavy. Her nipples were being plucked and rolled until they were tender, but the slight pain seemed to make the throbbing below her belly even worse.
UPCOMING: Accidentally Yours- Coyote Bluff series (unedited)
A moment after her tiny nod she was wrapped in strong, warm arms. She hadn’t seen him move, hadn’t felt his body shift, but both must have happened for her to be on his lap, straddling his thighs. Her eyes closed and she tilted her head back in acceptance. She’d force her mind to not dwell on the kiss she was going to get. She could do that, it was her dream, right? She’d savor the moment and then bury it in the recesses of her mind. Maybe she could revisit it in her dreams on nights when she was lonely.
The fluttering of his breath across her lips pulled her from her thoughts. She breathed in deeply, pulling his exhale into her lungs. Anticipation curled hot and heavy in her belly. She could almost feel his lips, barely feel the heat radiating from his mouth. She refused to lean the few millimeters that separated them. She wanted to be kissed, not do the kissing. It’d been too long since someone wanted her enough to be the aggressor. For once in her life she wanted to feel needed, craved after.
The feather-light touch of Ian’s mouth against hers was unbearably erotic. His warm exhale skimmed her cheek, raising goose bumps down her neck. One heartbeat slid to another and he hadn’t touched her. She opened her eyes and found him watching her. His stormy eyes almost glowed with tension. The look was enough to make her melt against his chest. That must have been acceptance or incentive enough because he finally closed the space between them, capturing her lips.
His hands slid into her hair, wrapping strands around his fingers, holding her firmly in place as he slanted his mouth over hers. She sighed, giving him an invitation to deepen the kiss but he didn’t invade. His lips made love to hers, moving slowly, tasting and nibbling. His breath mingled with hers, sensual and intimate. She panted with arousal and all he’d done was touch his lips to hers.
Her hands wandered over his strong shoulders, pulling him closer. He was so warm under her hands, and hard, so hard. The shirt did little to cover his sculptured muscles and they moved under her hands as she raked her nails over his back. Anything to entice him to deepen the kiss, to twine his tongue with hers. She’d never craved an invasion as much as she did at that moment. She truly thought she’d die a painful, passion-induced death if he didn’t suck her tongue into his mouth. She was beyond caring that she was acting like a wanton woman. She wanted to taste him, to have his flavor imbedded in her memory.
Finally after a lifetime of waiting his mouth slid open and time stood still. Nothing had prepared her for what it would be like to be possessed, mind and body, by a man like Ian. He didn’t make her wait, didn’t take his time. His tongue invaded like he was storming the gates of a castle, fast and with reckless abandon. A growl vibrated in his chest as he tightened his grip in her hair and took her mouth over.
“Wake now.” A male voice entered the darkness and dragged Maggie from the comfort of unawareness. She struggled to place the voice, but reality stormed into her thoughts quickly. The metallic taste, dry mouth, and lack of memory quickly brought her from the black oblivion of unconsciousness with an eerie sense of déjà vu. She had been on a cold table, being tortured. Terror spiked fast and hard through her body.
She opened her eyes, expecting the same sterile room, but found herself in a darkened metal cell. She was on her back on a bed of some sort, or at least a cloth pad that cushioned her body. With a quick glance, she noted that she was still naked but was covered with a coarse white sheet from breasts to mid thigh. Relief flowed through her. She wasn’t dead, hadn’t been maimed, and was probably okay. The drug-induced fog hadn’t fully lifted from her mind, but she didn’t feel any pain or discomfort anywhere. Maggie tried to roll, hoping to get a look at the rest of the cell. Her movements were halted by soft cloth straps around her wrists, tethering her to the corners of the bed. She pulled on the restraints, finding them stretchy and unbreakable. Shit. Now she was restrained to a bed? Would the nightmare never end?
“Stop, now.” A gravelly voice pulled Maggie from her thoughts. She whipped her head around and stared across the cell at a large male standing in the corner farthest from the bed. The lights in the cell didn’t illuminate his face, but from the look of him, he was one of the largest men she had ever seen. His shoulders were easily twice as wide as hers. She guessed he stood close to seven feet tall if the height of the ceiling was the same as the first cell she had occupied.
“Who are you?” Her voice was reedy and weak. She struggled to move on the bed to face him, but the ties wouldn’t allow her to roll. She pulled at them, testing their strength.
“You must stop struggling against the restraints,” he growled.
Maggie stared at his shadow for a moment, and when he didn’t speak again or move, she shifted her gaze to the fabric binding her to the bed. She pushed both arms up as far as she could to slacken the cloth, working her wrists in the cloth cuffs. If she could just get it loosened a little more—
Large hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her down the bedding until her arms were stretched completely above her head. She squeaked at the sudden movement. She tried to struggle against the grip but was quickly pressed into the mattress by a very large and very heavy male body. She stilled immediately, fear drying her mouth.
“You must stop struggling. I’m fighting my instincts enough as it is, but if you continue to struggle, you will force me to lose control.” He growled again, vibrating her chest where it met his. She was caught be a pair of golden feline eyes as he stared down at her.
Willie couldn’t stop her body from responding. Every cell cried out with greed for his touch. His scent enveloped her mind in a hot, sexual stupor. With the slight pain from the bite on her collarbone her body took over. She reacted with instinctual need. No more thought. No more worrying about claiming her mate. She needed to feel his body against hers. Needed to feel his shaft sliding through her folds and pumping into her, spilling his seed deep inside her body. A hot rush of want flowed through her body making her gasp and squirm in his arms. The already soaked panties she wore were drenched with new arousal. She wrapped her legs around his waist welcoming him further into the cradle of her body. She rocked against him, grinding her pussy against his cock trying to get the sensation she craved. She could feel the tightening of her clit with each pulse of their pelvises. His hands moved over her sides, sliding under her shirt sending passion threading through her body. She flexed her body trying to coax his wandering hands to her aching breasts. They wanted his hands on them, plucking and kneading her flesh. With a satisfied sigh she threw her head back as his fingers finally encircled her engorged nipple, pinching and twisting. The slight pain ramped up her passion. She groaned when his fingers left her breasts only to be replaced by his mouth. Hot licks of desire flicked across her nipples as he suckled. Each pull of his mouth made her climb closer to a release.
Her hands threaded through his hair pulling his mouth to hers. She licked along his lips until he opened his lips, inviting her inside the warm depths of his mouth. Their tongues twined together and slid along each other. One of his hands caressed her back and pulled her closer. The other traveled over her ass and pushed the seam of her jeans against her slit adding more pressure and friction to their grinding. She moaned her need into his mouth. Her orgasm was so close and they hadn’t even gotten skin to skin yet. She ground against him faster, harder, trying to get to the top of the climax climb. She wanted to fall over the edge, feel the release of the tension and lust crawling over her skin.
She pulled her lips from his with a groan and slid her lips down his neck laving the skin with wet kisses and licks. Instinct had her flexing her jaw muscles enticing her canines to descend. She nipped the muscle at the base of his neck and reveled in the dark growl that vibrated against her chest in response.
A niggling thought crept through the heat of the moment. As her cougar pushed at her mind and wanted to taste his blood with wanton bloodlust a flash of reality flickered through her mind. Oh, God. She couldn’t bite him without claiming him. She whipped her head back and slammed it against the wall hoping the pain would bring some sort of semblance of control back to her. A tremor of fear skated down her spine.
“Please don’t let me bite you.” Her whispered plea jerked both of them from the passionate fever igniting their bodies.
Cain walked to the edge of the bed, intent on burying himself in the warmth he instinctively knew was waiting for him. He watched Samantha stroke a hand down her own belly, drawing goose bumps from her skin. She slowly reached down her body and parted her pussy lips with her fingers. With slow, languid circles she rubbed her clit. She dipped a finger into her opening, and threw her head back with a sigh. Her other hand massaged a breast. She moaned as she rolled and tugged at the nipple. She opened her eyes and looked right into his soul.
“Please, Cain, I need to feel you inside me. Don’t make me wait,” she breathed out, just above a whisper. Her gray eyes shined with passion.
“No worries, love. I’ll be buried so deep inside you in a few minutes you won’t know where you end and I begin.” He climbed onto the bed, stalking her on all fours. He felt predatory, feral with need. He could smell her arousal perfuming the air and it was driving him crazy. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips, stroking them with his tongue until she opened for him. He stroked his tongue into her mouth, caressed hers and dragged a soft sigh from her lips. He moved his mouth over her chin and down her neck, breathing her scent in. She smelled of warm woman and almond soap. When she leaned her head back to give him access to her throat, he licked down the column of her neck and nuzzled her shoulder. He bit her lightly, moving his tongue over the skin clamped between his teeth. The moan that escaped her throat made his cock throb.
He kissed the place he had bitten and leaned back to watch her face. Her eyes were closed and a slight smile tilted the corners of her mouth. He fought the urge to lean down and capture her lips once more. He wanted to be buried balls deep into her body, to feel the heat and tightness of her pussy milking his cock. “Now, roll over and show me that lovely ass of yours.”
Samantha opened her eyes and grinned. She slowly rolled over, keeping eye contact with him. She got on hands and knees, spreading her legs. She leaned down and placed her head on the bed, moaning as he rubbed a hand over her lower spine and ass. She leaned back into his hand and wiggled slightly, giggling when he gave her a light smack. The giggles dissolved into a moan of pleasure when he moved his hand down and under her mound, pressing firmly against her folds. He nearly came when he felt the wet heat against his palm. Her skin was so soft and slick with her passion.
Cain moved between Samantha’s knees. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, pulsing against him. Her skin was smooth and soft under his calloused hand. He slowly ran his hands up her outer thighs, and grasped her hips. He kneaded her flesh, grinning at the whimper that escaped her lips. He pulled her back against his cock, nestling himself in her slick folds. Pumping his hips, he enjoyed the slick glide of his cock through her juices. “Oh, God, you’re so wet for me. What do you want, Samantha? What do you want me to do to you?”
She moaned and shoved back against his groin, wiggling her pussy against his cock. “Fuck me, Cain. Make me come with you inside me.”
He separated her folds and slicked his fingers in her juices, sliding them up and down her slit before pushing a finger into her opening. She knew she was wet already and blushed with embarrassment. What would he think of her wanton behavior and her reaction to this? Would he be disgusted by her obvious arousal at being tied down and forced to behave?
Her thoughts were pushed out of her mind when he started moving his hand. He slowly thrust in and out of her pussy with a single finger while resting his palm on her mound. When a second finger was added and rubbed her walls up against her pubic bone, Heather squirmed and felt her muscles starting to clench. The slow, circular rubbing drove her slowly toward an orgasm. She moved her hips in time with his fingers, trying to urge him to put just a little more pressure on her clit. She whined when he pulled his fingers out of her. He spread her wetness up to her nub and slowly glided a finger through her folds down to her puckered anus and back. The torturous slow, soft touch forced her to center all thought on those movements, those feelings. Every cell was centered on those fingers, those slippery digits sliding through her own cream. She could feel the release building. Her muscles tightened, legs quaked and she sucked in a breath. She needed a little more, just a little more. All too soon his hand lifted, leaving her aching.
She jumped slightly as warm breath and then a wet tongue flicked over a nipple, then cool air blew across her breast. She sighed as the same attention was paid to her other nipple. A small shift of the mattress told her something else was coming out of the box. She swallowed her question. Must keep quiet, can’t move.
Something soft and light caressed over her breast, circling around the nipple and continuing outward in ever-growing circles. She guessed it was a feather, and shivered.
He moved the feather over her breasts in small circles, flicking it over her nipples. She fought the urge to move, to beg him for something. She jumped when he moved to her belly, tickling down her sides and across her ribs. As he moved it along the insides of her arms she shook with another shiver.
“I figured out one scent that’s been driving me nuts since this morning.” His voice was deep and compelling. He leaned down and buried his nose in her neck. His breath was hot as he whispered. “You’re hot for me, Emily Prescott. I can smell your need from here. You’ve been wet for me most of the day haven’t you?”
She struggled to back away from him and was astounded when he growled at her. No one growled at her, ever. She stopped moving and pressed her hands against his chest, pushing slowly but with all her strength. The look of amazement that crossed his face when she finally had a few inches between their bodies was priceless, but she wasn’t amused. She was pissed.
“You will back the fuck off right now, Seth.” She pushed enough Alpha power at him to make him listen. She didn’t want to totally break his spirit but he’d overstepped the clear line she’d marked in the sand. Light touching, joking around, trying to get a kiss…okay. Discussing her rampant sexual need for him? Definitely not okay.
“Holy crap. Sorry, Em. I don’t know what got into me. Your scent is just driving me to distraction, not that this is in any way your fault.” She could actually see him get a grip on his mind and begin to stumble all over himself trying to get away from her. Oh hell—now she’d made him feel bad. Freaking shifters. Freaking males.
“Look, no worries. I should feel lucky you’re as gentlemanly as you are.” She could feel a blush pinking her cheeks. Well, lovely. Now he had her blushing.
“Why do you fight it so hard? I mean, I know I want you. You obviously want me. Am I so unappealing that you don’t want me touching you?”
“No, Seth. No. It’s nothing like that.” She rubbed her forehead and tried to deal with the surreal conversation they were going to have. “Do you know how mates are created in the shifter world?”
“Not really. I know my parents were mated.”
“Okay. True mates—not just married couples—are created by a ritual during sex. Each party has to bite the other at the time of orgasm and if they are meant to be mated a bond is formed. A really strong, unbreakable bond. Supposedly it has something to do with genetics and antibodies, or something like that. I haven’t really paid too much attention to the discussions about it.” She watched him closely, looking for understanding to flicker in his eyes. “It’s permanent and completely binding. No one can break it. Well, no one alive can. The only way to sever the bond is through death. The connection is intimate and psychic. You know when I was in your head yesterday? Picture that all the time. Some can learn to shut it off for a while, but it’s a mental connection with your mate that you have for your entire life.”
Her wandering hands smoothed down his chest and curled around the top of his pants. “So what’s it gonna be, hon? Want me to get on my knees and take care of you?”
He closed his eyes and swallowed. Then swallowed again. It was either do it or leave. Without opening his eyes he reached down and undid his pants. The sound of his zipper echoing in the room cut through the last of his thoughts. He was already going to hell—he might as well enjoy it. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman standing there waiting for his instructions. He roughly pushed his jeans down to the middle of his thighs. “Suck me off.”
She glanced down at his cock and grinned. “Money first, baby. Then I’ll suck you down my throat and make you come so hard you’ll want to come back for more.”
He fumbled with his pants and finally had to almost pull them back up to get to his wallet. He grimaced when he spied the picture of him and Patty staring at him. He had gone too far, though. He needed this—needed to get off. Life had been stressful the last few days. His own attempt to lie to himself was disgusting. Guilt poured through him as he pulled out twenty-five bucks and handed the money to her. He watched as she folded the bills and stuffed them into her bra.
With practiced moves she removed a ragged beach towel from her bag and laid it on the ground. She gracefully knelt in front of him, then reached out to wrap one hand around his shaft. She gave him a little squeeze then glanced up, grinning with mischief.
“Come here, baby,” she crooned. She used his cock as a tether and tugged him gently toward her.
Her warm breath fanned across the head of his dick and goosebumps ran down his legs. He wasn’t going to last long and somehow that made this whole experience worse. He closed his eyes and shuffled a step closer to her. He felt warm moist lips wrap around his cock and he swallowed a moan. He opened his eyes and the sight was almost too much. Red lips encircled him, sliding wetly up and down his shaft in tiny pulses. She wasn’t playing around—already he could feel his balls tightening. She used one hand to pull his hips closer to her mouth. The other wrapped around the base of his cock and started working in tandem with her lips. She slid up and down, slickly moving on his shaft. The first time she applied suction as she pulled back was enough to force a moan from his lips. She hollowed her cheeks and pulled her lips up along his rod. Before the downstroke she swiped her tongue along the ridge and dipped it into the slit at the top. He was sure she was tasting his pre-cum. The thought almost threw him over the edge.