#MidWeekTease From WIP #Cowboy #BDSM #Menage #MMF They Evoked A Desire In Him That Made Him Want Them Instantly #Erotic #Romance

It's Time For A Midweek Tease- And I'm Glad To Show You Mine- (pun intended ::wink::) I hope you love cowboys because I have one for you!  He's a Dom that's in love and lust....

This is the first book in my new series-- This titled- but I'm not telling you what it is yet- a BDSM featuring one very Dominant cowboy and his two subs.... It takes a lot of restraint to keep his hands off of them!

An Excerpt and Sneak Peek...

How he got so lucky, Max Krause did not know but he was damn appreciative to have two beautifully hot people as his husband and wife.  He watched in admiration as they danced slowly grinding their bodies against each other letting their hands travel up and down their back and sides.  The music, a melodic tune evoked a type of desire in him that made him want to take them on the living room floor.  But instead, like the good dom he knew he was, he exercised restraint and allowed the need in him to grow until it ached and couldn't stand it any longer that's when he would have them, when he needed them the most.  Then it would feel the best.  

Jake motioned to him.  “Master come join us.”

Max shook his head and continued to sip his wine.  He was enjoying himself right where he was. Jake shrugged then went back to dancing with their wife Ally.  Her eyes closed, she seemed almost in a trance as she wiggled her ass as she swayed erotically to the music.  She was so beautiful, she reminded him of the most exquisite flower, that's why he nicknamed her flower, to remind her of her beauty, which she often forgot.  

Then there was Jake, a man so stoic it took a lot to unlock the depth of love inside of him.  He wore his heart so close to his chest that when they met, he needed a crow bar to pry it away from him despite Jake giving it to him.  But now his orchid, gave it freely, just like the rest of his body.  Max relished the fact that he owned every part of Jake's body including his balls which went with his imperturbable nature that had been reinforced during his time as a naval intelligence officer.  Those balls he'd squeezed so many times giving his husband both pleasure and pain inspired him to nickname him orchid- the Greek word for testis.  The name described the root of the Orchid flower, whose root was in shape of a human testicle.  Just like Ally, Jake too was his flower and he was sole owner of his manhood.  

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Paranormal Love Wednesday- WIP Sequel To The Ferae

An Excerpt To My Sequel 'Blood Bond- The Ferae'

Evan Roberts sat down on the bench in the Beautiful Gardens.  The honking of cars along with sounds of people starting their day filled the air.  He opened a plastic bottle and drank the umber colored liquid inside.  The tea, felt cool refreshing on his tongue.  It quenched the harsh thirst his body had built in such a short amount of time.  He checked his watch.  Despite it being 7 am in the morning, the heat was already climbing.  But that was to be expected in downtown Erbil.  The kurdish city, nestled deep in the heart of Kurdistan felt like a slice of paradise in a sea of strife.  

Though the entire region was tearing itself apart, the Kurd's managed to carve out bit of  peace and prosperity for themselves.  But it, like most places in the middle east, was mostly devoid of their kind.  Driven out by those who feared them and did not understand their ways, all of the remaining Ferae enclaves collapsed under the weight of centuries of hunting, bringing the native Ferae presence down to zero in the region.  

Not an unfamiliar story for their people, it still broke his heart whenever he heard of the people being wiped from existence within a region.  For entire generations of families to live together under one roof, the Ferae way of living did not mix will with the expected standards of culture. They tried using the typical explanation of the Beta male being the uncle, but that did not fly when he never married and had a family of his own.  And no alpha in his right mind would allow his husband to marry another, thereby severing their bond and tearing the family apart.  It just wouldn't happen. 

Paranormal Love Wednesday- Creation's Control; A Scifi Erotic BDSM M/M Romance by Marie Harte

It's all about control…

Blurb

Now freed from the labs where he was created, tested and tortured, Ryen can't cope with the violent needs pressing him. The men on planet Mardu can't fight worth a damn and he can't chance sex with the females because he doesn't want to hurt anyone. Then there's Drekk, always bugging him, pushing him, attracting him…?

Drekk knows what it's like to have the needs only a Creation can experience. He's learned to blend in with the populace and balance a Creation's desire to submit with his own powerful personality. He'll teach Ryen the same, but it won't be easy. With the help of some 'tough love', he's sure he can show Ryen a measure of peace. In the process, he'll find himself both the master and the slave when he submits to the connection growing between them and falls in love.


Excerpt

“You didn’t complain about the coya fruit last night.” Drekk’s bland tone contrasted with the wicked look in his eyes.

“Asshole,” Ryen muttered as he attacked the plate Drekk set before him. Much as Drekk annoyed him, the jerk also amused him.

“Damn, is that a smile I see?” Drekk stared in mock astonishment.

“Cut it out.” Ryen’s grin grew wider.

“I think I may pass out from the shock.”

“Good. Then I’ll get my hands on that controller and fly out of here.”

“Have fun searching for it.”Drekk rubbed his chest. “I hid it on my body today.”

Ryen wanted to look for it, right now. Shaking free of such thoughts, he tried to focus on his food. But as he ate, he couldn’t stop glancing at Drekk’s sculpted chest through the v-neck of the vest he wore. Nor could he avoid the large arms Drekk flashed as he gesticulated while he ate. The taciturn man he’d once thought Drekk to be never seemed to shut up.

Oddly, Synster’s warnings of perversions and unnatural longings seemed less significant each day Ryen spent in Drekk’s company. What could it hurt to indulge in some human curiosity? Drekk was a hardy male. Ryen wouldn’t break him, as Drekk had said. Which made Ryen wonder what it would be like to lose control during sex, to let it all out...

“Okay. Today we work on your control.” Drekk stood and put his dishes into the wash receptacle. “If you finish that mound on your plate, we’ll get started.”

Ryen finished his meal in record time, eager to see what Drekk had in mind—to hasten his exit out of this place, he reminded himself. “We going to lose the cuffs today?”

“You’re kidding, right? You’re going to need them later.”

Ryen immediately went on alert. “Why?”

“See? That’s why. I’m just screwing with you, and you’re ready to take my head off. I’m trying to teach you a new way to live, Ryen. I can’t be on my guard one hundred percent. Once you ‘hit the wall’, like I know you will, we’ll both be glad for the cuffs.”

“You keep threatening it. Just do it. Push me as hard as you can. Watch me handle it.”

Ryen could taste his excitement. “I’ve been good the past three days, haven’t I?”

Drekk shook his head. “You’re not ready yet. Get over here and assume Petal One hand position.” When Ryen hesitated, Drekk turned mean. “Now.”

The need to obey hit him hard. Off balance, Ryen grumbled as he sat down and crossed his legs, but he had no thought to refuse. He tuned out of his surroundings and followed Drekk’s instruction. Soon basking in the harmony within himself, Ryen came to a sudden realisation, one that both shocked and unnerved him. He wanted to submit to Drekk, to a male who had saved his life, but who hadn’t bested him in combat. Emotionally stable and even-tempered, superior when it came to control, Drekk had yet to prove himself in an all-out fight.

Why do I want to submit now that I’m free? How fucked up am I? Uncomfortable with the truth, Ryen pulled himself from his meditative state.

Drekk sat across from him, his legs crossed and his arms assuming Petal One position above his head, his hands entwined. Drekk’s sluggish pulse and stillness told Ryen he’d entered a similar state of calm.

The strong column of Drekk’s throat rippled when he swallowed. The scent of honeyed citrus lingered on his skin, from the blan juice he’d consumed. Muscles tanned by the harsh sun strained as he held his pose, and Ryen wanted to feel that skin under his palms. To cause the male’s rosy nipples to pebble, to feel the delineated form of Drekk’s abdomen as Ryen worked his way lower.

The temptation Drekk had planted, to see if sex with a male would equal what he imagined, taunted Ryen to take what he wanted. The advantage was his for the moment. With Drekk inwardly focused, Ryen could take him down. Not to harm him, but to test his friend’s—the man’s—reflexes. Now, when Drekk was vulnerable, Ryen could take what he needed, a warrior’s right. It wouldn’t be rape, he knew. Drekk had openly admitted he wanted Ryen. What better way, then, to see if Ryen returned the attraction wholeheartedly? But under Ryen’s direction, not Drekk’s. Ryen pounced.

He pinned Drekk underneath him in two seconds, one hand over the male’s entwined hands, holding him to the ground, the other around Drekk’s neck.

“One word from you and I’ll disable your tongue.” The angle of his fingers under Drekk’s jaw meant business. “Nod if you understand.”

Drekk glared and nodded.

“Good.” Ryen couldn’t help his arousal, nor could he miss the hardening bulge in Drekk’s trousers. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he mimicked. “I just need to confirm something.”

Drekk remained still, curiosity warring with the anger in his gaze. Ryen didn’t care. He’d danced to Drekk’s tune, now it was his turn.

Ryen studied Drekk’s face, lingering on his lips. Wanting more, he slowly lowered his mouth. Drekk started to speak and Ryen tightened his hand.

“I know you feel my hand around your neck. I’m not playing, Drekk. Shut up and let me...do this. I need to know.”

With a sigh, Drekk surrendered. The power crushing through Ryen swamped him. Heady that he’d regained control, he kissed Drekk full on the mouth. Unlike a female’s soft lips, Drekk’s felt firmer. Ryen plundered his mouth with a seeking tongue, tasting the sexual essence of Drekk as his excitement grew.

He ground into Drekk’s belly, rubbing his cock along Drekk’s while he deepened the kiss. Groaning, he loosened his hold on Drekk’s throat and devoured the male. He tasted so damned good, so familiar yet foreign at the same time. Lust built into an all-consuming blaze as Ryen took and took. Drekk moaned under his assault, and it was all Ryen could do to give him some air.

He removed his hands from Drekk’s throat and wrists, caught in his own game. Leaning up on one elbow, he ripped Drekk’s shirt down the middle and pinched his nipples. Harder, with a roughness that made him want to burst.

“Fuck,” Ryen growled and latched onto Drekk’s nipple. So unlike the flesh he normally played with, the feel of solid muscle under the taut nipple aroused Ryen with its difference. No fleshy mound, but a steely plane of strength under such tender skin.

Drekk arched into his mouth and thrust against him, pushing Ryen to take more. In a frenzy, he shoved his hand down Drekk’s trousers and gripped his hot cock. Drekk moaned his name.

“Oh yeah. Better.” Ryen returned his attention to Drekk’s chest. He bit hard. Drekk sucked in a breath and moisture beaded at the tip of his shaft. “Stop,” Drekk breathed when Ryen let go of his shaft to massage his balls.

The feel of another man’s shaft hard and slick for him sent Ryen over the edge. Like an animal, he tore at Drekk’s clothes. He nipped and sucked, laving his way down Drekk’s body, using any and all excuse to rub against his grey-eyed seducer.

“More,” Ryen rasped until he captured Drekk’s cock in his mouth. So fucking good... He let go of the pheromones bursting at the seams.


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Paranormal Love Wednesdays- A Quick Look From At My New M/M Erotic Romance WIP

Okay, guys I happen to be the slowest writer in the history of writing but at least I'm always writing...yes?  

At any rate, the wheels are constantly turning and what I came up with lately is a juicy little male/male erotic romance that I hope to have out very soon!  This hasn't been proofread or edited so please forgive the errors.

From my untitled M/M work-in-progress...

His eyes sparkled like clear blue water.  Is that normal?  

Blair shook his head. He had to stop staring at the guy.  The last thing he wanted to be thought of was a stalker. Or some other kind of weirdo. The stranger was hot with a sprinkling of badass on the side.  Just like himself, the man drank alone at the bar. Yet unlike him, he had no interest in the happenings around him, save for the whereabouts of the bartender whenever his glass became empty from barreling down the shots of whiskey. 

Blair glanced at his club soda and wondered why he was in such a dive, drinking what was obviously more fit for a ladies luncheon than a hardcore place such as this. But then this being his first foray away from home, how else was he to learn the protocols of coolness until he experimented?  

The music blaring from the speaker's slowed to a gentle hum.  Suddenly the conversations around him seemed louder.  He inhaled paused then exhaled loudly.  

“Okay here goes nothing,” he said pushing himself away from the bar.  

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The TV Show- Supernatural and It's Fantastic Episode, 'Sex and Violence'- A Siren's Love; Or Why I Fell In Love With M/M Fiction. Part of the Tease Me Thursday Blog Hop. Let The Passion Begin!

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I love paranormal shows just as much as the next person but up until recently, I considered the show Supernatural just another show to pass over as I was channel surfing.  All that changed when I saw the episode Sex and Violence.  

Sam and Dean are in a small town plagued by senseless murders where men have killed their wives or girlfriends for no reason.  In fact, up until that point the relationships in question were considered happy by all.  And to make matters worse, the distraught males can neither account for nor remember their behavior during the incident in question.  

But all clues lead to a mysterious woman that every one of the men had been seen with prior to the murder.  After some investigating, all clues lead to a Siren.  In the ‘world’ of Supernatural, this particular Siren fed on the love of its intended victim, receiving a cheap thrill off them killing for him/her.

The really interesting thing happens when Sam and Dean meet another investigator during their search.  An FBI agent, whose name escapes me at the moment, is also determined to fine this elusive killer.  In the midst of all of this, Dean is plagued by doubt regarding his relationship with his brother- his only real connection to family and the feeling part of himself.  

During this episode, Dean is upset by the fact that Sam seems to be hiding something from him.  More like pulling away from him, leaving him feeling isolated and paranoid of his intentions.  

Dean reveals some of his woes to this mysterious FBI agent while on a stakeout of a potential suspect as Sam (in Dean’s opinion) leaves once again to do his own thing-- leaving Dean to go it alone.   

After hitting it off with the agent, feeling copacetic, Dean shares a drink with him.  The FBI agent, who at first pish-poshes in disbelief his theory about the character, subsequently reveals to Dean that a person can also be infected by a Siren through it's saliva- I.e. sharing a cask of whiskey.  

However we all knew, he had Dean hooked way before the infected booze.  Having Dean completely under his spell, the Siren, who this time has taken the form of a man, the FBI agent in fact, is once again excited at the prospect of having another person under his/her/its spell all in the name of love.  

Completely under his spell, Dean holds a knife to Sam’s neck and nicks him just so at the instruction of his new love.  Enthralled with his new catch, the Siren toys with a hyacinth and taunts Sam saying, “…I got exactly what I wanted, I got Dean….I gave him what he wanted and it wasn’t some bitch in a G-string.  It was you.  A little brother that looked up to him.  That he could trust.  And now he loves me. He’ll do anything for me and I got to tell you Sam, that kind of devotion, watching someone kill for you is the best feeling in the world.”  Sam retorts back, “Is that why you’re sluttin’ all around town?”  

Course Sam is infected next.  Lucky for them, family friend and fellow hunter Bobby kills the Siren before Dean tries to kill Sam during the biggest knock down, drag out fight to the death, brother on brother, bromance brawl I’ve ever seen!

Afterwards, the two return to normal and apologize in their own inimitable way by saying they didn't mean it and it was the Siren's spell talking not their true feelings of course.  They then return to the road, in search of demons, ghosts, goblins and ghouls half knowing that the other lied but still despite that loving each other no less.

Other than the fact that the Siren was completely, disgustingly evil and had massacred the lives of innocent people-- the episode was damn alluring!

I mean it was seductive.  It was bromance gone to the 'Nth' degree.  It was like girl porn for me.  I can’t describe it.  I went from being a sometime watcher of the show to an avid fan.  Dude it was male on male romance without the sex and was fantabulous!

The juxtaposition of the female whore archetype on a man, who on the surface, appeared very macho and masculine- who was actually completely the opposite.  

Then there was Dean, this very alpha male man who falls in love with another guy simply because he gave him what he needed.  Love.  <Swoon!>

How many fanfics out there included the story line taming Dean’s savage inner beast?   Tens?  Hundreds?  

What can I say?  The way the Siren sat confidently waited on the bed when Sam came into the room, you knew right then and there that he’d dropped the phony macho disguise and was like any other ’gal’ completely satisfied by the new love she‘d found.  And at that moment, there was nothing anyone could do to spoil that perfection.  Even the tone of his voice had changed.  It was calm, seductive, alluring.  Like that of a pleased lover.

And yes he was in love again, with Dean, who deep down in his heart wanted to be loved too.  The pie eating, womanizing, tough talking, heavy drinker was taken down by the fact that all he wanted was someone he could trust, someone he could give his entire self to without having to pretend to be something he was not. In short unconditional love.  

Then there was the Siren with his/her/its crossed legs, a dainty flower held between its two fingers and a pleased expression on his face, confident in the knowledge that Dean was all his or hers or its. And though Dean was not yet on camera, we knew he was there.  

And the motel room, it was classic.  Red velvet walls, cheap red satin-like sheets, one could imagine that at a place like that, the rates were charged by the hour.  Its as if they’d already had their own kind of sex in that gaudy, cheap motel room and we somehow missed it.  

Yes we got to see the lead up to the very masculine, man sex Sam had with the forensic chick who was a suspect in the case at one point.  But unlike their sex,  Sam had shaken his off.  (We don’t know if the Forensic Lady did.  They never show her again.)  

Dean on the other hand, had not.  I think the difference was, Dean actually loved his new mate, where for Sam it was only a bit of fun.  By the way, did I mention that the Siren, wasn’t the most handsomest man in the world, but then again, he didn’t have to be to catch his quarry.  A lesson every single person needs to learn but that’s a different kind of post, for another blog.  I digress…

To see Sam barge in like a husband who had found his far too long neglected wife but had come reclaim what was rightfully his was amazing.  Yet to the Siren he was no threat.  'Cause he knew what his man wanted and had no problem giving it to him.  Unlike Sam who held back.

  
The whole thing was arousing, titillating and at the same time educational.  The writers did an excellent job portraying the subtle tones of let’s of homo erotic love without saying it out right.  Though subtle it was hot as hell.  Of course it helped that the actors did an outstanding job portraying their roles each in their own passionate way.  They really sold it.  

But the main thing I  got out of this episode (other than that Sirens killing people is a bad thing,  and that you should love your family, no matter how screwed up they are because in some cases, they’re all you got-- blah, blah, blah.) 

I really learned that no one comes between the Winchester Boys and to try to do so is a death sentence. Plus, it opened my eyes to slash fiction and why so many people write it with such sensuality.

After watching the show I saw slash fiction differently.  Let me explain.  Sex in the context of romance- starts in the heart, affects the mind and manifests itself in the body.  And when love is love- even when it is hijacked by a twisted supernatural being, it’s still love.  Even when its between two men.  And yes, sex between two men can be really hot even when it’s merely suggested as a prospect in the ether by a lonely siren seeking to mate with a hot alpha male torn up by his own pain, who’d fall for the first person who says, “I get you and it’s cool.  Don’t change. I like it, in fact, I look up to you,” even though you know it’s a creature disguised as man who’s been the instrument of the death for lots of innocent people all around town-- love is still love and it's natural to express itself sexually.   

So as a result, I ‘got’ slash fiction.  I got its allure.  I saw why it can be just as hot as M/F romance fic.  Now I love a good male/male romance fic as much as a male/female one.  (Not forsaken my sistahs out there who love female/female or F/F/M, its all good too.)  I’m just saying I am into slash fiction too. 

Kudos to Erik Kripke, Jeremy Carver and the gang at Supernatural.  It had to be the best episode for a scripted show that I’ve ever seen.  Sex and Violence is well worth the look for any fan of romance.


Btw if you are interested in watching this episode of Supernatural it is in Season Four, Episode Fourteen, entitled Sex and Violence.  

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My romance novel Blood Bond- The Ferae includes a male/male romance in the story line.  A  contemporary paranormal erotic romance, two alpha males struggle over their love for a woman and their attraction to each other.  With their bodies telling them it's time to mate or die, they must choose to obey their nature or society's rules which state two of their kind must and can not come together.  Before time run's out, they must choose.

It's the first book in The Ferae series featuring people who are considered to be the next step in human evolution.

It's available at Siren Bookstrand Publishing (seriously no pun intended) and at Amazon.

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Lynn B. Davidson lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband of almost twenty years and two kids. If she isn’t writing, it’s usually because she is driving a carpool or volunteering at one of her kids' activities.

Lynn’s favorite pastime is reading. She especially enjoys erotic romance, mystery, mainstream romance, science fiction, suspense, and young adult fiction.

Lynn has dozens of story ideas dancing in her head. It will just be a matter of time, before she stops daydreaming about the characters and starts telling their story.

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I guess that means I'm up next!

A little about me...

1.  What are you working on?

I am so excited about this next project.  It's very new and different for me as it is stepping into some territory that I'd never thought I'd broach in public before...BDSM.  This next book, possibly a series is a menage featuring a husband and wife seeking a dom to be the third in their marriage.

The husband is a switch and the wife is very submissive, while the dom that is chosen is very smooth, elegant, aristocratic and British.  There are some other neat surprises but I'll leave that for you all to read when the book comes out.


2.  How does your work differ from others in the genre?

Whenever I write a story/book, I ask myself, is this something I'd be interested in reading?  If the answer is no, I won't write it.  And then while I am writing, I ask myself this question, would this keep me interested.  If the answer is yes, I press on.  If not, then I rework it to see if I can make the story better.  With that said, I try to write things that I've not read in other stories.

This story crosses boundaries that are usually not crossed in these books.  My men tend to be hot blooded and lacking an even temperament side.  Don't get me wrong they are not mean, violent, or abusive, they are just very passionate and often express themselves in a louder tone when they are angry.


3.  Why do you write what you write?

Mostly because the book I'm writing hasn't been written and I have a hankering to read it.  So the only way that is going to happen is if I write it.


4.  How does your writing process work?

Routine, routine, routine.  Their is a daily ritual I do before writing which includes checking e-mail.  Once that is done (whether day or night) I begin to write--- hopefully something good.


My first book with Siren Bookstrand is available now.  

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.

A Siren Erotic Romance


STORY EXCERPT

After having dropped Brody off with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’ dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their tactics.

“Hahaha! The cops are after you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength he was able to muster.

Of the two, he was more introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to do with their life here.

“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling, he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing, icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“With all that happens in the world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, true, but they don’t make an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the game’s controller.

“Do they have a Divorce Court one?” she asked dryly.

“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied, not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”

Jarrod laughed. “Good one. Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.

The sound was a heartbreaker she could not not resist.

“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.

“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.

She sighed, her heart not allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst behavior.”

Lizzie waited for a response but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.

“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton whined.

She picked up her plate and took it into the kitchen with her.

“Two bottles of beer, coming up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose. The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind, because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.

She heard a chirp and frowned, wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.

She searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on and saw that she had a text message.

Lizzie opened it. It’s been set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.

She texted back. Are you sure?

She chewed her bottom lip as she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is up to you.

A shiver went down her spine. She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.

“Where’s our beer?” Colton asked behind her.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the bottles.

He paused. “Something wrong?”

“No. Nothing at all.”


ADULT EXCERPT

She escorted him to the front door. Standing inches away from him, she heard his sound breathing.

“I wasn’t even trying hard. Poor baby, are you bored?” she whispered.

He leaned forward and sniffed the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.

“You think you can keep up?” she asked, her breaths jagged.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

His piercing blue eyes constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss, taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.

Her back slammed against her bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.

He grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out of her body.  She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping  from  the lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.

He paused, caught his breath and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over his shoulder.

Lizzie giggled with a dreamy, awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.

He tossed her onto the bed and ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly, freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping with pre-cum.

She gasped as he sank into her, filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes, before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other.

She grunted with each thrust as his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.

He released her hair and held her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him. His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her.  The muscles in her center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.

She knew an alpha of his status could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.

She tightened her muscles once again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense from such an onslaught.


Bio

My name is Peyton Brittany Clarke.  I live in Michigan where summers are a bit humid and winters are a little too cold. Me and my husband have been married for over a decade and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when I'm writing a steamy love scene.  Mostly for authenticity.

I love to travel and hope to make it to a romance writers convention sometime soon where I'd get to meet my  idols in the genre without getting too much "stalkage" in the process.

When I'm not on the net (which is practically all the time) I am reading about the life of my latest "book boyfriend" from a favorite author or creating my own in one of my books. 

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     “Zisa,” a voice said softly in her ear. 

She stirred.  “Yes?” she replied with closed eyes.  

“Can you walk?” 

The comfort of the thick covers enveloped her.  Warm and cozy she did not want to move.  She slept better than she ever had.  It was as if she lived in perfection.  But was it all a dream?

“Heart of mine,” Feran said caressing her fleshy hip.  “Can you walk?”

Walk? She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock on the nightstand.  It was two in the morning.  Suddenly it all came back to her.  She was on her honeymoon with the men she loved.  She shifted her legs and winced.  

Pain courtesy of the two very large men she loved.

“No.  Not really.”   

She wiggled her hips and legs they were like pudding.  

“I will carry you,” he said with a kiss.

“That won't be necessary,” she said as he stood up lifting her off the bed.

“Hush.  I insist.”

She wrapped her arms around Feran, holding him tightly.  She knew he would not drop her but she cherished his touch.  

“Where's Kellam?”

As if on cue, he walked out of the lavare a soapy fragrance lingered on him.  He paused to greet her with a kiss.  His damp mane grazed her skin.  

“The cleaning mechans will be here shortly.  They say it will take a manner of minutes to re-sheet the bed,” he informed.  

She looked down at his waist.  The band from his sleep pants barely clung to his narrow muscular waist.    

“Are you all right?”

“I am fine my love,” she said clasping his hands.  They dwarfed hers just like every 
other part of him. With so much power, he remained gentle in action and spirit. 

“I am hungry and I'm ready for more,” she purred.

“First we clean, then we eat,” he said before sucking her lower lip, “then we play.  Feran you know what to do.”

She yelped as Feran slung her over his shoulder.  As they walked toward the lavare, she stared at the bed curiously eying the patch of dried blood. 

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Zisa stared at Feran's ridged abdomen.  It was a work of art.  His rich ochre clay colored skin enticed her.  It begged to be licked.  Instead, she closed her eyes, deciding to remain latched on to his long stiff penis.  She let go of the rod with a kiss and mouthed his sac acclimating herself to his distinctive taste.  

She reveled at his shallow breathing knowing that she was the cause of his pleasure.  She returned her attention to his shaft, pre-cum drizzled down its length.  She lapped the bitter, salty mixture smearing it on her lips and chin. 

“Take me in your mouth,” he whispered. 


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