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Plus a steamy excerpt!  Oh and soon to be an update soon to The Opeth Pack Home!

Until then, enjoy this excerpt with the new cover art for Raining Kisses!  Book TWO of the Opeth Pack Saga

Nicholaus mused over how badly some people drove down Central Avenue late at night. Odd that some people were dumb enough to not show good driving skills, knowing the cops in Albuquerque were such fascists about the dumbest things like slightly overshooting a left turn. Even if the wind was blowing hard enough to make driving difficult, which it was tonight, the cops would still pull someone over if they even thought the driver was under the influence.

Thankfully, Nicholaus didn’t have to worry about that problem right now. It took wolves much longer to get drunk.

Watching passing cars drive down Central Avenue was amusing to him. Standing on the balcony of his loft, he puffed on a large cigar, sending clouds of smoke billowing towards the somewhat cloudy sky. Another deep draw sent more smoke off towards the Hyatt Hotels, blurring the red and green lights atop the multi-story towers.

Nicholaus pulled his leather jacket tighter around broad shoulders. He pulled his ponytail free of his collar. Running long fingers through thick hair, he readjusted his ponytail and let it sweep over his slender waist.

A few people walked by, couples sometimes, sometimes groups. Talking, holding hands, laughing or acting drunk, they were all the same to him.

Stupid humans.

Well, most of them. Occasionally he spotted a lone wolf walking down the street, heading towards the nearly hundred fifty bars located in downtown, most of which resided off Central.

In another hour, dancing would be starting at The Library with the girls and their lovely short plaid schoolgirl skirts. The Coliseum, kitty corner from his loft, had just turned on their lights announcing they were open for the younger, more urban crowd.

How he missed those days, chasing the young skirts, barely old enough to get into a club, let alone buy alcohol. He’d had his share of women hit on him. Alas, he’d turned most of them down, even the ones who practically threw themselves at him. Every once in a while, there had been another wolf who came along, scenting his arousal, hoping she would find a mate. It had been hard shooting down so many beautiful women, but somehow, he’d managed. He felt too old to be fucking everything that moved and had breasts.

Looking out his balcony, he swore he saw two familiar faces. He leaned his large body over the metal railing and long strands of dark hair fell over his face. He caught sight of a pretty redhead dressed in a white cloak. Her companion, slightly taller with darker red hair, wore form fitting jeans that made her ass look oh so delectable. The first woman wore boots and black jeans and had a young face. The other woman’s tight shirt hugged glorious round breasts snugly, showing some cleavage.

He swore he knew those two—wolves?

“Lukina?” He whispered the word silently.

His breath hitched in his throat. The other wolf…Katarina?

Puffing on his cigar, he blew two thick clouds of smoke down towards the street before stepping back from the edge of the balcony, hoping he hadn’t been seen or scented.

The last thing he wanted to do tonight was revisit an old wound.

He took another long drag from his cigar and set it down on the ash tray, exhaling another large cloud of smoke that circled above his head. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the glass of beer he’d poured and took a long sip, finishing the drink. It was time for bed anyway.

Hell, he wondered what the fuck Lukina and Katarina were doing in New Mexico anyway. Last he’d heard, Lukina and Ilona, the two main pack healers, had found the new pack Alpha.

The poor bastard in charge would soon regret his decision. His destiny apparently was to lead the pack to a heaven that didn’t exist.

Slowly he backed away from the balcony and walked into the warmth of his loft.

He shut the glass door, locked it, and went to the bedroom space. While he undressed and pulled back the sheets on his oversized bed his stomach started to sink. Something was up.

Goddamnit.

Stripping, Nicholaus crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head. He didn’t want to deal with whatever was coming his way, even if she was full figured and had lips like velvet. And damnit, Lukina was with her too. That was never a good sign.

He remembered the last time he’d seen Katarina and closed his eyes with the memories. She was hugging Krystyna, their other lover, tightly. Tears were streaming down both their faces while they waved goodbye to him and begged him not to leave Hungary.

Sighing heavily, he recalled the day after he’d boarded the plane to America. Having to hear more prophetic bullshit from their current Alpha, who happened to be losing his mind; was enough to make anyone want to leave the pack.

The looks on others’ faces when he walked down the dirt streets filled him with trepidation he had no desire to deal with.

After killing Katarina’s brother and father and blacking out, he realized the graveness of his nature. Since then, he’d refused to kill again. Swore the awakening of his true nature was more dangerous to his loved ones and the world at large.

He hated himself for wishing they would forget him. He drove him mad to think he could forget his wolf nature but he despised himself as a wolf. At least the humans didn’t have the pull of murder.

Yeah, they killed. Sure, there were numerous hopeless cases out there but the majority of humans he’d come in contact with seemed decent.

Unable to stand how the only true love he’d ever received came from them. Even now, ten years later, it burned him to think of how he’d rejected their love by leaving Hungary and the pack.

“Oh well.” He sighed heavily and rolled over to one side. Fluffing his pillow, he rested his head on it and prayed for dreamless sleep.

* * * *

Jarred from sleep by a loud knocking sound at his door, Nicholaus shouted, “All right damnit! I’m coming!”

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Nicholaus padded towards the door. He remembered who he’d seen earlier and his stomach sank. He did not need a visit from Lukina or Katarina.

Especially Katarina.

Slipping his robe over his shoulders, he belted it and brushed long strands of his hair out of his face. A quick glance at the clock told him it was well after two a.m. Hell, he sniffed feminine scents and alcohol from the door. Shit. He didn’t have time to fully open the door before he was assaulted by a pair of tiny arms and a flurry of hair.

“Nicholaus!”

Caught off balance, he stumbled a few steps back; Lukina wrapped her arms around his frame before he could catch himself against the wall. “Lukina, what brings you and,” he glanced at Katarina and narrowed his eyes, “her here at this hour?”

Lukina pulled away and looked up at him with a smile. Her ruby red lips were kissable; the bastard who loved her was certainly blessed. “We thought we’d visit our favorite missing pack brother.”

“Bullshit, Lukina. Whenever you show up, something is always wrong. You always have bad news. What do you want?”

She let go and stepped back, raising her chin to meet his gaze. Deep ocean blue eyes held an angry stare. “I’m not fond of being the messenger, but it’s what I am apparently at the moment. Also, I don’t bring bad news. I bring—”

He cleared his throat. “Don’t say it. Prophecy, right?”

She nodded. “I am not fond of how the universe has chosen to send messages, but it’s the way things work. Like Józsi, and Marco before him, deal with it.”

Les’s words still rang true. He’d set shit in motion, apparently. She could be so grown up at times that it was almost irritating. “And Katarina?”

Moving strands of hair out of her face, she looked up. Her pout said it all, she was still angry with him. Her features had filled out nicely, he noted as she rubbed her arms together, covering taut nipples beneath her blouse. “I am not here of my own volition. I wouldn’t have come here if she hadn’t insisted.”

He nodded. “I understand.” His heart ached at the thought that she didn’t want to see him as much as he wanted to see her.

Lukina shoved her way past Nicholaus with a force that bumped him into the wall with oomph.

“What do you think you’re doing, little girl?” he straightened his shoulders and stalked after her.

She looked over her shoulder and glared. “Letting myself in, since you’re such a rude host.”

He put his hand to his forehead. “I wouldn’t be a rude host if I had known to expect company.”

“You did know. We smelled your cigars earlier.”

He swallowed hard. “Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath. “What do you want?”

“We need you to come home,” Lukina started to speak, but Katarina’s hand went over her mouth. “We have a situation.”

A shudder raced through him but he managed to keep his voice even. “What? Tell me what’s going on, Katarina.”

She met his stare with wide eyes. Standing before him reminded him how good she looked with her chest nearly busting out of her black top. Long red hair had been pulled back out of her face, but tears formed in the pools of her beautiful green eyes. She shivered and hugged herself.

When she wouldn’t respond, he grabbed his former mate by the elbow and tugged her inside, urging Lukina to follow. “Get in here, both of you.” He shut the door and watched Katarina’s expression.

She stopped, stared down the white walled corridor that banked off to the left, then back out the window in front of her. She wasn’t tracking, clearly.

The heater kicked on, a low rumble that startled Katarina. She looked up at the huge vents and aluminum piping overhead.

“Heater, drágám.” He pointed up at the large silver vent.

She nodded.

“Got anything to drink?” Lukina pushed past them and headed toward the living area.

Nicholaus shifted his gaze on Lukina. “You’re not old enough to drink, little girl. Not in this country, nor among the humans.”

Her boots stopped and echoed on the concrete floor. She looked over her shoulder, glared at him and then strode down the hall. “We don’t and have never abided by their laws, remember? Or have you lived among them too long and forgotten our ways?”

Ouch. He sighed heavily. “There’s an open bottle of port on the counter. Bring three glasses.”

Lukina sauntered around the corner toward the kitchen, leaving Nicholaus alone with Katarina in the long hallway.

Musk and earth wafted over his nose, along with the keen smell of wolf hovering just below the surface of her smooth, dark skin. How she managed to hide the extra magic she possessed amazed him. He wondered if she’d come into her full power yet. By the scent of her aura, he’d guessed she hadn’t.

He stared into her eyes, searched their depths and wanted to beg her forgiveness instantly. In a second, he shut the thought down and forced himself to refocus his energy and thoughts on why they were here.

In the twinkle of her eyes, he swore he saw tears forming. Yet she met his stare once again with an upturned chin, before turning around, glancing at the floor and walking away.

Nicholaus let out a harsh breath, pulled her into his arms and held her head against his chest.

Slowly, Katarina wrapped her arms around him and let her hands search out for comfort.

Fingers caressed his skin and sent a tremor through him. He looked down, kissed the top of her head gently. Her skin shouldn’t have been this cold, her inner wolf should have given her plenty of body heat. She hadn’t fed. “Hug me, szerető.”

Her grip around him tightened until she was flush with him. Her head nestled in the crook of his neck.

Slowly, Nicholaus caressed her hair, tugged at the braid of silken smoothness. Suddenly, his nose picked up the sweet, earthen scents of Hungary.

Of home.

Warm tears fell on his shoulder.

“Drágám, what’s wrong?”

“Get me that drink and we’ll talk.” She spoke low into his shoulder, her words vibrating along his skin. Even in tears, her voice caressed his ears like a siren song.

“Igen.” He helped her around the corner, down the hallway, and sat her down on his leather couch against a wall with large windows that overlooked 6th Street.

She turned around, looking out through the wall of windows before her gaze returned to him. Katarina sniffled, wiped her nose with the back of her sleeve and set her hands down in her lap. “The mountains off in the distance are nice. This is some view you have.”

He nodded. “Indeed.”

Lukina joined them and handed them both glasses filled with port.

Nicholaus took his glass, sniffed it and inhaled the aromas of dark berry, raisin and tobacco. After only a sip, he set his glass down on the table beside the couch. “Will this help your nerves?”

Katarina looked at Lukina.

Lukina nodded and took a sip of port. “It’s safe here.”

Katarina nodded again, tentatively picked up her glass and looked at the dark red alcohol. Bringing the glass to her lips, she downed the entire contents in one shot. “Another, please.”

“Okay.” Lukina took her glass and refilled it. She looked up at Nicholaus, “We have business to discuss, Nicholaus.”

He moved closer to Katarina, aware of her free hand now in his and how tight she gripped him. “I gathered that. Is this going to be a really long night? It’s already after two AM.’”

“Well,” Lukina paused, took another sip and then set her glass on the glass coffee table. “It depends.”

He sighed, arched a brow in irritation. When Lukina showed up, he’d heard she’d become the new pack messenger. That usually meant terrible things were on the way. While he’d not maintained contact with anyone from the Opeth pack, he’d still been informed of goings on through the mental pathways where words traveled with less restriction. “On what?”

“On whether you decide to help us or not.” Lukina’s stare pierced through any hope he had for a short and simple resolution.

“Of course,” Nicholaus finished his glass and handed it to Lukina. “Refill it.” Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he looked down at the hand in his, let his gaze travel up her arm and stopped at her face. Tears silently slid down her cheeks from dark green eyes, making him ache to kiss those tears away like he had so many times in the past.

He shook the thought off. This was a new land and he was not pack.

Lukina acknowledged him, refilled all three glasses then planted herself in the chair beside the couch. “You’ll want to sit for this.”

He shook his head, “I prefer to stand, thank you.” At least he did until he’d glanced at Katarina’s sad, desperate eyes. “Okay, I’ll have a seat beside Katarina.”

Nicholaus moved a pillow, plopped down beside Katarina. Reluctantly, he threw his arm around her. When she didn’t flinch at the contact, he pulled her closer. Found her body temperature warming slightly, probably from the alcohol.

As upset as he was for having been interrupted, he couldn’t help himself. Snuggling closer to Katarina seemed natural, save for the absence of Krystyna on his other side as the third in their supposedly undying bond. “What’s so important?”

Lukina crossed her legs, looked back toward the mountains in the distance. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” She reached for her port.

Gritting his teeth, Nicholaus leaned forward. “While I don’t mind the interruption of former pack mates, I do mind losing sleep. So you’d better start telling me why you’re both here.”

Katarina began sobbing into his shoulder.

Smoothing a hand down her back, he pulled her tighter to him, holding her and rocking her back and forth gently just like he used to do when they were younger.

Her tears pooled on his shoulder. He used the cloth of the robe to gently wipe away her tears, then pushed her back and looked into her large, round eyes. It hit him then. “Where is Krystyna?” Another pack healer, she shared in the triad that should have included Nicholaus and Katarina before he left.

Lukina lifted her head, “You know we have a new Alpha.”

“Yes. And?”

“Józsi took over after he’d killed Kiba. The necessity of his ascending to the rank of Alpha is predicating Prophecy is coming true, despite some stubborn males,” she almost spat the last two words out, “desire to avoid responsibility.”

He lowered his gaze. “I could care less about prophecy. Where is Krystyna?”

“Prophecy has dictated that Józsi would rule our pack for a time until his rule has passed. In such time, we would have great enemies.”

He narrowed his focus to just Lukina, glaring sharp daggers at her. She clearly wanted to remind him of duties he shirked years ago and nothing more. The least she could do was answer his question. “Again,” his impatience ran thin by now, “You’re quoting bullshit nobody need bother me with. Where. Is. Krys?”

“She’s been kidnapped.” Katarina blurted the words out, then began to sob.

Nicholaus stiffened and felt his blood turn cold. “What? How the hell could that be? She’s a strong warrior and can fend off any attackers. Who did this and who let this happen?”

Katarina sobbed louder and fell forward into his lap.

“Son of a bitch…” Nicholaus shifted his weight on the couch so he lay against the arm. He pulled Katarina into his embrace, stroked her sides and arms in an attempt to calm her.

She rested her head against his stomach and wrapped both arms around him while his robe muted her cries.

Nicholaus ran his fingers through her long dark red hair. He massaged her scalp, tried to send calming energy into her but found himself unable, probably from exhaustion. Of course he hadn’t had to use much energy since he’d been in the States.

No need when you rarely went out other than to function as a human and occasionally as a wolf.

Of course his body couldn’t ignore the fact that her head was by his hardening groin. Of course he’d felt the throes of lust the second he’d spotted her earlier but he’d refused to acknowledge them, preferring to retire alone with his hand for the night.

Her nails dug into his bicep, bringing him back to the matter at hand.

“You did,” Lukina glared back at him, daggers in her gaze.

He stiffened. “Little girl—”

Lukina loomed forward, hard to do for such a little girl compared to Nicholaus, but she still could cut down a grown man with her sharp tongue. “No, you left, you bastard. You left your mates to die at the hands of a murderous Alpha just like my bastard mate did before we recovered him.” Lukian’s voice rose in pitch, indicative of her infamous temper.

Nicholaus’s jaw set. Yes, her seething expression put him off but he couldn’t be bothered with that. The first course of action was to figure out who kidnapped Katarina’s lover. “Skip the past bullshit, woman. Who took her?”

He tried again to ease Katarina’s sorrow but found himself lacking in the energy department. The heat in the room rose along with Lukina’s seething expression.

“The males of this pack are fucking stupid.” She cocked her hand back to toss the glass toward the island in his kitchen.

Before he clenched his fists, Katarina lifted her head.

In an instant, the air calmed, Lukina’s energy waned and things returned to normal.

Surely this was Katarina’s healing power.

“I’m sorry,” Lukina drew out a sigh. “I’m just so frustrated.” She closed her eyes, let her shoulders relax, then faced Nicholaus. “A rival pack is waging war against us, Nicholaus. They’re trying to throw the Hungarian wolves out of our lands. They’ve succeeded already by overtaking a few of the smaller packs on the outskirts of the country and have decided to move inward.”

“Do you know who is leading them?”

She shook her head. “No, not a clue. We know it’s a bunch of Turkish wolves and that the night I left to come back for Józsi and Ilona, they ransacked the village Krystyna was healing in. They kidnapped her and a few others who were loyal to Kiba.”

“Kiba’s dead now. It shouldn’t matter.” He rubbed his chin and breathed out a sigh.

“Right. But we’re a new pack now with Józsi coming into his true position.”

Nicholaus rubbed his chin, “So what now?”

“We need you to come back with us and assume your position beside Józsi.”

The blood in his veins turned to ice. He stiffened, jerked back against the couch and felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “I don’t understand. You can’t mean…”

No. Not again. That was not the fate he’d had in mind for himself. Quiet retirement among the humans suited him better than being the one responsible for more blood being spilled.

“You have a gift. You used it to protect your lovers once. You can—”

“I used it to protect them but I had to deal with the aftermath and fall out. Do you know what it’s like being an outcast? Because you did what supposedly came natural to you? We’re killers and aggressors, Lukina. That is our nature.”

“And we’re pack mates and a family. That is also our nature.”

Katarina’s words stunned him into silence.

“You don’t have to,” she sniffled, “If you don’t want to but…”

He didn’t want to hear this shit. Not after what Lukina was asking of him.

“You don’t have to come back and slaughter an entire hoard, that’s what I’m saying,” Lukina cut into his thoughts. “We need all the males we can get to help. Józsi as Alpha is doing the best he can but he’s only helping us build and rather resources while we still go out and find the lost members of this pack. Some of you didn’t leave by choice.”

“You say that as though my leaving was a bad thing.”

Lukina glared.

He looked away, turning his gaze on the mountains in the distance. At this hour, the urban hip hop club was shut down and their neon blue lights had been cut off. Street lights remained the only way humans could see. His wolf’s vision trumped humans and allowed him to see into the mountains. He sighed, unable to fathom the consequences of what Lukina asked of him.

“Has the pack not solidified under Józsi’s rule to become a force again?”

Lukina shook her head. “He’s having trouble adjusting, going through mood swings, addictions, time differences and relearning the cycle of what it means to be a wolf. Something some of us will never forget.”

He didn’t miss the bite of her words. Nicholaus narrowed his eyes. “Go on.”

“So yes, we have a new, non-crazy Alpha but he acts erratically sometimes. No, before you ask, he’s not sick. He’s not adjusting well.”

“Józsi never wanted the position of pack alpha.”

“No. But he can’t fight fate.” Katarina lifted her head again and met Nicholaus’s gaze. Her green eyes burned with desperation, pleading him to ask more questions.

“No,” he sighed heavily, rested a hand on the back of Katarina’s head, “I suppose no one can in the end, can they?”

She shook her head. “It’s all you have to do. Come home. No one is asking you to use your gift, just give us one more able body in search of Krystyna.”

The syrupy softness in her voice made his heart pound. Imagine that, after all this time.

Not like he’d ever forget.

She batted her eyelashes.

Air fled his lungs at the simple gesture. Yes, she would use her body to pull him, all the women of the pack did that with their true mates. Nicholaus fought the urge to swallow, lest he show fear and renege on his vow to avoid pack politics.

Her hand slithered up his chest, fingers spread.

Warmth flooded his chest, spread throughout each limb, including the one currently cradled beneath her belly and his pants. “This isn’t fair, Katarina.”

“Neither was letting us go, but you did it anyway.”

 

Yesterday’s excerpt VS THIS ONE! Faeries galore!

Chapter One

 

“Move the fucking line faster you cum shot posers!” Goddamn nothing irritated Millie more than when the line at her favorite Earth based Goth club moved slower than molasses. “What the fuck does it take to check ID, collect a few pitiful dollars and stamp some hands or get head from some underage human?”

“Shut up bitch!” A voice from behind yelled out, irritating her further.

Sucking in a deep breath, Millie prepped herself to butt heads with the irritating asshat who dared talk back to her. She huffed, tugged the hem of her mini skirt down over her thighs and started to march toward the sound of her annoyance, fists balled and ready to knock some heads. She spun around, seeing the few gawkers, the goth dominatrix wannabes and the skinny boys who liked the idea of sucking blood from some poor woman just so they would put out.

Before she knew it, she’d run into a wall of…

Thick muscle.

“You know he plays an extended set, shit woman. What in Diana’s name is wrong with you tonight?”

What indeed. “Virus.” That wall of muscle belonged to the shapeshifting wolf who’d saved her ass a few times from scuffs she couldn’t handle here. In true form, he’d marched up to her, clapped a hand on her barely covered ass and gave it a squeeze.

She smirked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He eyed her up and down, looking all the more lupine and ready to devour her. “I could ask you the same thing. Last you said, you weren’t coming back for at least a few more months.”

“Yeah,” she shoved back from his chest and resumed her place in line, much to the chagrin of some of the club goers. “I changed my mind.” She couldn’t ignore the depth of his lupine scent on the cold November wind, letting it tickle her senses in that sweet way she enjoyed but would never admit to.

“Oh?” He followed, quirked a brow and moved his hand to the small of her back.

She sighed, let herself feel the comfort of his touch before nodding to his question. “Yeah, I need break, okay?”

“Trouble in Faerie?”

He had no idea. Still, she turned, studied him. All six foot five, two hundred and seventy five pounds of him, to be exact. He grinned, baring sharp fangs, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, you big dope.” Black pants clung to all that muscle of his thighs, a shirt hung loosely off his frame, exposing more muscle than God, and of course, his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that hung down broad shoulders most women would die to feel.

Or lick.

Green eyes sparkled, “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, aware that the punishment for lying as Fae no longer applied.

“You’re going to have to talk soon,” he moved his hand up the small of her back and pulled her into his warm embrace while the line moved forward.

“I don’t feel like talking. I feel like getting drunk and dancing my ass off.”

“You could dance it off my cock if you wanted.”

She licked her lips but let the thought slide from her memory when she remembered the type of sex he enjoyed.

Peaceful.

Love making.

Sweet and syrupy. Nothing like fae sex. Which, of course was why she’d braved the human earth’s winter, forgetting it got pretty cold in Dallas. Not quite like the snow covered shithole she called home, the Unseelie Cyber-Kingdom, but still too cold for a miniskirt, stockings and boots. Oh, and a tight top that left her midriff showing.

He ran a hand through his midnight black hair and grinned. Then he pulled her tighter into his chest, walking with her the few steps needed until the line stopped. She allowed herself to settle against him, grateful for the comfort he provided. He’d been a friend of the family, saving her ass from one faerie court incident after another when she was younger, supporting her even though he hated her desire to enter the military.

And now he’d changed his hair color. ‘You dyed it again?”

“You noticed. You do care!” His grin widened.

She snorted. “No, I don’t. I just thought wolves didn’t need to dye their hair to change colors.”

“We do need to. Wolves aren’t like the fae in the respect of being able to change certain aspects of our features. We’re born with one coat like humans. I just grew tired of my natural brown and wanted a change. Plus, it’s sort of a requirement for getting in here.”

Unspoken requirements aside, the standard goth uniform included but was not limited to black, black, tattoos, piercings, and more black. Why the humans chased the darkness she’d never understand, but not all here were human. Some were faerie, she’d scented them when she walked from the parking lot. The wind told her many secrets, including the types of beings present tonight.

Of course much of that was training thanks to her superiors.

Yes, they’d done a damn fine job reminding her of the past version of the Unseelie Kingdom’s beauty before the Cyber-Mage took over and mechanized everything.

The throbbing mass of his erection pressed against her ass, nuzzling the crease and pushing her already short skirt up higher. She shoved against him and glared. “Relax pal. It’s not happening. We’re not compatible, Virus.”

He sniffled, then snorted. “Why can’t you love me? Just once?”

“Your version of love and mine are worlds apart, babe.”

He nodded but stroked her red hair. “You’re not kidding. Anyway, what are you doing here? I’m assuming you’re on the equivalent of shore leave.”

She nodded. “I’m trying to blow off steam before I return. Work has been hectic to say the least. And I’m not entirely here on break.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened, “Some super secret Unseelie Kingdom mission?”

“We’re a city-state now,” she snorted. “And yeah, something like that.”

“Need help?”

Of course she needed help. Virus was probably the one person she could think of off the top of her head who could help her locate Prince Faolan, leader of the Protectors. The rest would be up to her. Seduce their leader, convince him by any means necessary to join the Unseelie forces and back them, then help them defeat their enemy. “I do as a matter of fact. I need that drink and a dance partner who doesn’t knock people upside the head when he does the Gothic Macarana.”

The wind blew, pushing her skirt up higher. She reached adjust it, wouldn’t want to show the pathetic humans all the goods, they’d never buy if they saw everything. Of course when the wind blew harder, she listened.

Hoped for a sign. Even though the bass thumped loud enough that conversation by the door became difficult, the wind could normally still be heard, even in this realm.

Of course when it said nothing, it made her nervous.

The line moved again and with it, Virus and Millie. She’d kept close, enjoying the tranquil waves of energy he’d sent her way. She never knew why but Virus’s energy always seemed to center her more than any other creature. She had to thank the Lord and Lady for small favors, even though they wouldn’t hear her prayers and gratitude. At least not at home, anyway.

The line moved again and this time, Millie slipped from Virus’ embrace and dashed inside, flashing her ID and a pouty smile. She looked back, saw him reach for her.

She couldn’t help the laugh escaping her lips when she slipped inside, past the red velvet curtains and tables by the booths on her left. To her right, the colorful trash 80s room blared, covered in black brick and décor the same. She immediately rushed past the tables and short water bar toward the main bar in front of her.

She looked around, spotted a few patrons who’d showed up to avoid the cover charge before ten PM, and noted the one man looking lecherously at her.

She shot him a flippant glance, the bird and walked past him to the bar in front of her. Planting her ass in the seat, she felt amusement at the fact that mortals kept time still. So much in Faery had changed over the years but one thing remained constant. The Fae could give a shit about the passage of time. When you lived for hundreds of years, memories were held onto, but time itself carried no meaning. Up until the last few hundred years, nothing had changed.

Then the Cyber-revolution hit the Unseelie Kingdom, changing things for the worse. The land grew cold, the machines took over.

Well, more specifically, computers and logic, rather than the natural order of the Fae.

The gods and goddesses were shoved out and the land itself grew cold.

Because computers, unlike the deities, required lower temperatures to operate at maximum capacity.

Thus, holding the proletariat hostage by the military. The humans had their series of revolutions but none were this drastic. Sure, the Communists and Nazi party did major damage to humankind, but none of that compared to the hundreds of thousands of Fae who were murdered, all while changing the landscape forever.

And sealing her fate as one of the damned.

The shit was enough to depress anyone.

Which is why she made time to come to this realm and blow off steam. Balance, she remembered her father telling her, was key to holding on to who she was.

And in this moment, she was nothing more than Millie the Fae, Unseelie at worst, a sex pot at best.

Then, something popped in the energy field around her.

She spun around on the bar stool, searched the slowly growing crowd and found nothing. Shrugging, she turned toward the bar to greet the bartender, Shar.

“Whatcha have hon?”

Leaning forward, Millie looked into the sparkling eyes of the buxom redhead and reached for her wallet, “Fae whiskey please.”

Shar made sure to show plenty of cleavage, help with the tip of course. Being Fae herself, she embraced her sensuality and reminded Millie of her purpose.

Seduction.

Millie snorted, annoyed at the fact that her trip here was a planned tryst. Well, a military assignment, anyway.

Didn’t mean she couldn’t fuck off a little.

Right?

“Sure thing hon. You want that like normal?”

“You remember?”

Red hair so bright it could be mistaken for fire burned brightly in the darkness, emerald eyes betrayed the roughness of her tone. The sweet, round face hardly looked menacing, but Shar wasn’t one to be taken lightly. “I remember my kin, if that’s what you’re asking. Make it a double?”

Millie nodded. Shar had defected from the military and been banished from the Unseelie by court-marshal. The Cyber-Mage had been present for that one, with the intent to make an example, naturally.

The point stuck. Those who defected were banished, rather than killed. The honor lost in never being able to return home to where one grew up was more punishment than death. At least in death the soul returned to the land it was born of, and was given care by the Lord and Lady.

Not anymore, not with the computer machines taking over everything.

“What brought you Earth side?”

“Oh,” Millie waved a hand dismissively, “The usual.”

“You want a human to fuck, eh?”

Millie nodded. “Need, but not a human.” She whispered the last bit low enough that only Shar would be able to hear her.

The older fae’s eyes widened. “Plenty to choose from. Demons, dregs of society, humans, wolves,” she drawled out the last part, “anyone in particular?”

A moment later, Fae whiskey filled a glass and set itself down in front of her. Just because the humans were blind and dumb to magic didn’t mean Shar couldn’t use it.

Millie reached for the glass, aware of the calming properties of magically enhanced booze.

The smell of clove cigarettes and lush forest wafted towards her, signaling that she’d been spotted by another of Virus’s entourage.

Trevor, also freakishly tall, sauntered up behind her, set a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Never mind the fact that the Unseelie Fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on their side during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom.

She couldn’t help but want him. He’d help her blow off steam with rough, biting sex and not leave her a blood covered mess like the rest of her ilk seemed to need these days.

More tranquility seeped into her, the white light around her flesh warming her despite the chill in the club.

Millie turned and was greeted by purple and green spiked hair that stood a foot taller than Trevor, silver eyes and a smile that could light up an entire room if he hadn’t been so threateningly huge. “Hi,” she shook her chest in his direction. “What’s cookin’?”

“You, obviously,” Trevor took another puff off his cigarette. Dressed in form fitting leather pants, boots and no shirt, his ample chest and bulging muscles rippled gracefully with each movement. “What’s new?”

“Nothing,” she took the drink from Shar and slapped a bill on the bar. “Just out for a night on the town.”

“I saw Virus a moment ago. He said you’d come in for a mission.”

Damnit, how did he always know? “No, not exactly,” she let her voice sink a few notches. The less the wolves knew, the better. She had no intention of putting her friends in harm’s way because her government called for help from the elite race of wolves who governed all the beings in all the realms.

If either Virus or Trevor were hurt, she had no idea what she’d do. It would be bad, that much was true.

She downed her entire drink, glad for the burn of the Fae whiskey, then put a hand on Trevor’s well muscled shoulder. “Dance with me?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “You only have to lead the way, babycakes.”

“Ugh,” she scoffed at his pet name. “Come on,” she downed the second drink Shar had poured for her without looking and let the booze slam into her.

Anything to forget the bullshit politics of her government, or their irrational fears of the Seelie kingdom attacking.

The Seelie weren’t quite peaceful, yet they hadn’t adopted the technological ideals the city-state of Darkness had. In fact, they were still celebrating most of their heritage traditionally, she’d heard from some of the agents who’d been sent to infiltrate.

Things were normal. The Gods and Goddesses enjoyed fertile land, light, prosperity and had no desire to mess with the natural order of things.

Fear was a mind killer, however. And in her current home, fear ruled the land, backed by the military, propaganda and scare tactics.

Trevor took her hand in his, gripped it tightly and pulled her from the bar stool. She didn’t bother pulling down her skirt, let the lecher in the corner see her ass cheek. Fucker.

She found herself on the main dance floor, facing the stage with the cross and the typical person standing by it, pretending to be crucified like Jesus. Gods the humans were pathetic in their worship of a man who was Fae, but she’d never spill that secret.

Still, the music softened, Assemblage 23 kicked on and bodies began swaying. Then Trevor pulled her to his chest, forcing her into the mass of muscle before a hand slid to the small of her back, while fingers spread over heating flesh.

Then the energy did that funny thing again.

It clicked.

He’s here.

Yesterday’s excerpt VS THIS ONE! Faeries galore!

Chapter One

 

“Move the fucking line faster you cum shot posers!” Goddamn nothing irritated Millie more than when the line at her favorite Earth based Goth club moved slower than molasses. “What the fuck does it take to check ID, collect a few pitiful dollars and stamp some hands or get head from some underage human?”

“Shut up bitch!” A voice from behind yelled out, irritating her further.

Sucking in a deep breath, Millie prepped herself to butt heads with the irritating asshat who dared talk back to her. She huffed, tugged the hem of her mini skirt down over her thighs and started to march toward the sound of her annoyance, fists balled and ready to knock some heads. She spun around, seeing the few gawkers, the goth dominatrix wannabes and the skinny boys who liked the idea of sucking blood from some poor woman just so they would put out.

Before she knew it, she’d run into a wall of…

Thick muscle.

“You know he plays an extended set, shit woman. What in Diana’s name is wrong with you tonight?”

What indeed. “Virus.” That wall of muscle belonged to the shapeshifting wolf who’d saved her ass a few times from scuffs she couldn’t handle here. In true form, he’d marched up to her, clapped a hand on her barely covered ass and gave it a squeeze.

She smirked. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He eyed her up and down, looking all the more lupine and ready to devour her. “I could ask you the same thing. Last you said, you weren’t coming back for at least a few more months.”

“Yeah,” she shoved back from his chest and resumed her place in line, much to the chagrin of some of the club goers. “I changed my mind.” She couldn’t ignore the depth of his lupine scent on the cold November wind, letting it tickle her senses in that sweet way she enjoyed but would never admit to.

“Oh?” He followed, quirked a brow and moved his hand to the small of her back.

She sighed, let herself feel the comfort of his touch before nodding to his question. “Yeah, I need break, okay?”

“Trouble in Faerie?”

He had no idea. Still, she turned, studied him. All six foot five, two hundred and seventy five pounds of him, to be exact. He grinned, baring sharp fangs, “Hi.”

“Hi yourself, you big dope.” Black pants clung to all that muscle of his thighs, a shirt hung loosely off his frame, exposing more muscle than God, and of course, his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail that hung down broad shoulders most women would die to feel.

Or lick.

Green eyes sparkled, “You’re hiding something, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, aware that the punishment for lying as Fae no longer applied.

“You’re going to have to talk soon,” he moved his hand up the small of her back and pulled her into his warm embrace while the line moved forward.

“I don’t feel like talking. I feel like getting drunk and dancing my ass off.”

“You could dance it off my cock if you wanted.”

She licked her lips but let the thought slide from her memory when she remembered the type of sex he enjoyed.

Peaceful.

Love making.

Sweet and syrupy. Nothing like fae sex. Which, of course was why she’d braved the human earth’s winter, forgetting it got pretty cold in Dallas. Not quite like the snow covered shithole she called home, the Unseelie Cyber-Kingdom, but still too cold for a miniskirt, stockings and boots. Oh, and a tight top that left her midriff showing.

He ran a hand through his midnight black hair and grinned. Then he pulled her tighter into his chest, walking with her the few steps needed until the line stopped. She allowed herself to settle against him, grateful for the comfort he provided. He’d been a friend of the family, saving her ass from one faerie court incident after another when she was younger, supporting her even though he hated her desire to enter the military.

And now he’d changed his hair color. ‘You dyed it again?”

“You noticed. You do care!” His grin widened.

She snorted. “No, I don’t. I just thought wolves didn’t need to dye their hair to change colors.”

“We do need to. Wolves aren’t like the fae in the respect of being able to change certain aspects of our features. We’re born with one coat like humans. I just grew tired of my natural brown and wanted a change. Plus, it’s sort of a requirement for getting in here.”

Unspoken requirements aside, the standard goth uniform included but was not limited to black, black, tattoos, piercings, and more black. Why the humans chased the darkness she’d never understand, but not all here were human. Some were faerie, she’d scented them when she walked from the parking lot. The wind told her many secrets, including the types of beings present tonight.

Of course much of that was training thanks to her superiors.

Yes, they’d done a damn fine job reminding her of the past version of the Unseelie Kingdom’s beauty before the Cyber-Mage took over and mechanized everything.

The throbbing mass of his erection pressed against her ass, nuzzling the crease and pushing her already short skirt up higher. She shoved against him and glared. “Relax pal. It’s not happening. We’re not compatible, Virus.”

He sniffled, then snorted. “Why can’t you love me? Just once?”

“Your version of love and mine are worlds apart, babe.”

He nodded but stroked her red hair. “You’re not kidding. Anyway, what are you doing here? I’m assuming you’re on the equivalent of shore leave.”

She nodded. “I’m trying to blow off steam before I return. Work has been hectic to say the least. And I’m not entirely here on break.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened, “Some super secret Unseelie Kingdom mission?”

“We’re a city-state now,” she snorted. “And yeah, something like that.”

“Need help?”

Of course she needed help. Virus was probably the one person she could think of off the top of her head who could help her locate Prince Faolan, leader of the Protectors. The rest would be up to her. Seduce their leader, convince him by any means necessary to join the Unseelie forces and back them, then help them defeat their enemy. “I do as a matter of fact. I need that drink and a dance partner who doesn’t knock people upside the head when he does the Gothic Macarana.”

The wind blew, pushing her skirt up higher. She reached adjust it, wouldn’t want to show the pathetic humans all the goods, they’d never buy if they saw everything. Of course when the wind blew harder, she listened.

Hoped for a sign. Even though the bass thumped loud enough that conversation by the door became difficult, the wind could normally still be heard, even in this realm.

Of course when it said nothing, it made her nervous.

The line moved again and with it, Virus and Millie. She’d kept close, enjoying the tranquil waves of energy he’d sent her way. She never knew why but Virus’s energy always seemed to center her more than any other creature. She had to thank the Lord and Lady for small favors, even though they wouldn’t hear her prayers and gratitude. At least not at home, anyway.

The line moved again and this time, Millie slipped from Virus’ embrace and dashed inside, flashing her ID and a pouty smile. She looked back, saw him reach for her.

She couldn’t help the laugh escaping her lips when she slipped inside, past the red velvet curtains and tables by the booths on her left. To her right, the colorful trash 80s room blared, covered in black brick and décor the same. She immediately rushed past the tables and short water bar toward the main bar in front of her.

She looked around, spotted a few patrons who’d showed up to avoid the cover charge before ten PM, and noted the one man looking lecherously at her.

She shot him a flippant glance, the bird and walked past him to the bar in front of her. Planting her ass in the seat, she felt amusement at the fact that mortals kept time still. So much in Faery had changed over the years but one thing remained constant. The Fae could give a shit about the passage of time. When you lived for hundreds of years, memories were held onto, but time itself carried no meaning. Up until the last few hundred years, nothing had changed.

Then the Cyber-revolution hit the Unseelie Kingdom, changing things for the worse. The land grew cold, the machines took over.

Well, more specifically, computers and logic, rather than the natural order of the Fae.

The gods and goddesses were shoved out and the land itself grew cold.

Because computers, unlike the deities, required lower temperatures to operate at maximum capacity.

Thus, holding the proletariat hostage by the military. The humans had their series of revolutions but none were this drastic. Sure, the Communists and Nazi party did major damage to humankind, but none of that compared to the hundreds of thousands of Fae who were murdered, all while changing the landscape forever.

And sealing her fate as one of the damned.

The shit was enough to depress anyone.

Which is why she made time to come to this realm and blow off steam. Balance, she remembered her father telling her, was key to holding on to who she was.

And in this moment, she was nothing more than Millie the Fae, Unseelie at worst, a sex pot at best.

Then, something popped in the energy field around her.

She spun around on the bar stool, searched the slowly growing crowd and found nothing. Shrugging, she turned toward the bar to greet the bartender, Shar.

“Whatcha have hon?”

Leaning forward, Millie looked into the sparkling eyes of the buxom redhead and reached for her wallet, “Fae whiskey please.”

Shar made sure to show plenty of cleavage, help with the tip of course. Being Fae herself, she embraced her sensuality and reminded Millie of her purpose.

Seduction.

Millie snorted, annoyed at the fact that her trip here was a planned tryst. Well, a military assignment, anyway.

Didn’t mean she couldn’t fuck off a little.

Right?

“Sure thing hon. You want that like normal?”

“You remember?”

Red hair so bright it could be mistaken for fire burned brightly in the darkness, emerald eyes betrayed the roughness of her tone. The sweet, round face hardly looked menacing, but Shar wasn’t one to be taken lightly. “I remember my kin, if that’s what you’re asking. Make it a double?”

Millie nodded. Shar had defected from the military and been banished from the Unseelie by court-marshal. The Cyber-Mage had been present for that one, with the intent to make an example, naturally.

The point stuck. Those who defected were banished, rather than killed. The honor lost in never being able to return home to where one grew up was more punishment than death. At least in death the soul returned to the land it was born of, and was given care by the Lord and Lady.

Not anymore, not with the computer machines taking over everything.

“What brought you Earth side?”

“Oh,” Millie waved a hand dismissively, “The usual.”

“You want a human to fuck, eh?”

Millie nodded. “Need, but not a human.” She whispered the last bit low enough that only Shar would be able to hear her.

The older fae’s eyes widened. “Plenty to choose from. Demons, dregs of society, humans, wolves,” she drawled out the last part, “anyone in particular?”

A moment later, Fae whiskey filled a glass and set itself down in front of her. Just because the humans were blind and dumb to magic didn’t mean Shar couldn’t use it.

Millie reached for the glass, aware of the calming properties of magically enhanced booze.

The smell of clove cigarettes and lush forest wafted towards her, signaling that she’d been spotted by another of Virus’s entourage.

Trevor, also freakishly tall, sauntered up behind her, set a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Never mind the fact that the Unseelie Fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on their side during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom.

She couldn’t help but want him. He’d help her blow off steam with rough, biting sex and not leave her a blood covered mess like the rest of her ilk seemed to need these days.

More tranquility seeped into her, the white light around her flesh warming her despite the chill in the club.

Millie turned and was greeted by purple and green spiked hair that stood a foot taller than Trevor, silver eyes and a smile that could light up an entire room if he hadn’t been so threateningly huge. “Hi,” she shook her chest in his direction. “What’s cookin’?”

“You, obviously,” Trevor took another puff off his cigarette. Dressed in form fitting leather pants, boots and no shirt, his ample chest and bulging muscles rippled gracefully with each movement. “What’s new?”

“Nothing,” she took the drink from Shar and slapped a bill on the bar. “Just out for a night on the town.”

“I saw Virus a moment ago. He said you’d come in for a mission.”

Damnit, how did he always know? “No, not exactly,” she let her voice sink a few notches. The less the wolves knew, the better. She had no intention of putting her friends in harm’s way because her government called for help from the elite race of wolves who governed all the beings in all the realms.

If either Virus or Trevor were hurt, she had no idea what she’d do. It would be bad, that much was true.

She downed her entire drink, glad for the burn of the Fae whiskey, then put a hand on Trevor’s well muscled shoulder. “Dance with me?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “You only have to lead the way, babycakes.”

“Ugh,” she scoffed at his pet name. “Come on,” she downed the second drink Shar had poured for her without looking and let the booze slam into her.

Anything to forget the bullshit politics of her government, or their irrational fears of the Seelie kingdom attacking.

The Seelie weren’t quite peaceful, yet they hadn’t adopted the technological ideals the city-state of Darkness had. In fact, they were still celebrating most of their heritage traditionally, she’d heard from some of the agents who’d been sent to infiltrate.

Things were normal. The Gods and Goddesses enjoyed fertile land, light, prosperity and had no desire to mess with the natural order of things.

Fear was a mind killer, however. And in her current home, fear ruled the land, backed by the military, propaganda and scare tactics.

Trevor took her hand in his, gripped it tightly and pulled her from the bar stool. She didn’t bother pulling down her skirt, let the lecher in the corner see her ass cheek. Fucker.

She found herself on the main dance floor, facing the stage with the cross and the typical person standing by it, pretending to be crucified like Jesus. Gods the humans were pathetic in their worship of a man who was Fae, but she’d never spill that secret.

Still, the music softened, Assemblage 23 kicked on and bodies began swaying. Then Trevor pulled her to his chest, forcing her into the mass of muscle before a hand slid to the small of her back, while fingers spread over heating flesh.

Then the energy did that funny thing again.

It clicked.

He’s here.

A Tale of Two Intros – Faeries, Erotic Romance and more

While I’m reworking the intro and subsequent chapters for the third book in the Opeth Pack Saga, I realized I had a LOT more free time.  Decided to open up Stalker, take a look at the feedback given to me by a very good friend and then go forth to change the story, make it better.

So, here’s the voting question:

Today:  The original first chapter’s ten pages:

 

“Goddamn, I hate these fucking cum shot posers!” Millie tapped a spiked heel against the concrete. Loud music thumped not too far from where she and a half a dozen others stood waiting for admittance to the club.

Raising her chin up, she yelled, “Move it you fucking asshole! They’re playing Combichrist!”

Some folks looked at her oddly, wondering if she were a real faery or if she were just trying to fit into the gothic scene. Her ears were typical Fae, pointed and triangular. Millie didn’t give a shit about them or the natural response humans gave her. Using her glamour often wore her out with the amount of energy it required in this realm.

The Fae were mostly an accepted race here on this plane now, they had been for over ten years now.

Tonight however, Millie was on a mission to relax before work.

The rest of the crowd dressed in dark clothing. Guys wore tight black pants, leather belts with silver studs, buckles or even rings and boots that came various lengths up the calf. Chests were covered in either black dress shirts, tank tops or no shirts. A few of the men in the line wore dresses. Some had wild hair or shaved heads, but all stood in line so they could get into Dallas’s hottest gothic club on a Thursday.

Women tended to go for the gothic witch or Dominatrix look.

Millie looked towards the bouncer who knew her by name. She shot him an annoyed glare.

He shrugged nonchalantly and continued checking IDs.

She huffed in the man’s direction, crossing her arms beneath her ample cleavage comfortably and tapping a black spiked heel against the pavement while trying to be patient with the line.

“Shut up, bitch! The song just started. And you know the DJ tonight plays an extended set of his stuff,” a large hand clapped onto her nearly bare ass.

Sucking in a deep breath, Millie started to turn around with her fist cocked. She spun around on one pointed heel, her short skirt whipping about her before she started to throw a punch into the very large body of Virus.

The scent of lupine hit her hard, knocking her off balance.

He stood six foot five, three hundred and fifty pounds and was pure wolf. He was also built like a brick shithouse. He grinned, baring fangs and smoothing a hand over his dyed black hair before readjusting his ponytail. His shirt hung loosely off large shoulders before he folded his oversized arms over his chest. Green eyes sparkled and emphasized his clean shaven face.

“Hi,” he beamed and winked at Millie before smoothing a hand over his hair.

Millie dropped her hand and wrapped her arms around the wolf. Laying her head against his chest, she whispered, “You’re a shit.” His body radiated warmth compared to hers, but it figured. Winter in this realm was colder than she often realized and she hadn’t had the brains to put on heavy clothes. Dressed in a tight corset that pushed her full breasts up close to her chin left her arms uncovered other than a faded gold band with an inscription in Gaelic.

Her skirt barely covered her ass, which Virus promptly fondled, earning him a dirty look.

An eyebrow rose. “Stockings, and I assume a garter? Millie what are you doing out tonight? Your father would be furious if he found you in the mortal realm dressed like this.”

She slapped him in the shoulder. “Oh, like you care what my father thinks. Besides, he’s dead.” Leaning into his warmth, she sighed contentedly. He’d been a friend of the family for years, saving Millie from one stupid Fae court incident after another. “And why did you dye your hair again? Wolves didn’t need to do that, did they?”

“I do care,” he winked and nudged her hips with his.

The throbbing mass of his erection pressed against her thighs, dampening her lips. She glared at him and gave him a shove. “It’s not happening. We aren’t compatible, Virus.”

Lifting a hand to his forehead, he tilted his head back in mock despair and let out a sigh. “Oh Millie, when? Why can’t you love me?” He snickered.

She smirked.

He lowered his head to her ear and spoke in a low voice. “What are you doing here?”

She nudged him with her elbow. “Relaxing before work. I have a lot of shit to do in the next twelve hours if I’m going to find Prince Faolan.”

Virus stepped back. An eyebrow rose. “You’re looking for the big bad Alpha Prince huh?”

She nodded.

Unable to control the leak of tension pouring off her, Millie exhaled and leaned into Virus, grateful for his calming presence.

Finally the line moved. When it stopped again, he looked at her dead on. “I dyed my hair because I don’t have the magickal ability to change it like the Fae do. We’re born with one coat of hair that matches our fur. And I grew tired of light brown.”

A wind blew, sending chills up Millie’s spine. She listened for a moment, hoping that the wind would speak to her in this realm over the sound of thumping bass.

Nothing.

Just ordinary wind. She thanked the God and Goddess for that. Safety was never an issue around Virus but there were some things in her realm that even a six foot five wolf with massive strength couldn’t protect her from.

The line moved quickly, putting Millie and Virus closer to the door. Once inside, she flashed her ID and a pouty smile before the thin woman with dark lipstick waved her past the register.

Looking over her shoulder, she glanced at Virus. “But I like your brown hair!”

Heaving a groan, Virus reached for her.

Laughing, Millie slipped out of reach and into the darkness before taking a sharp left the bar area.

Red velvet drapes hung, separating the register from the two bars. One to her right was busy with patrons standing around blathering about nonsensically while the bar in front of her was fairly empty. A few patrons sat on plush red couches to her left while nursing drinks and watching the crowd. One man in particular looked at Millie with a hungry look. She shot him a flippant glance and walked towards the bar before her.

Checking her watch, she noted it was only nine fifteen, mortal time. The thing with mortals keeping time always amused Millie, because the Fae didn’t bother. Time seemed pointless when you lived for hundreds of years. Smells and sights became ways of tracking or remembering past memories until even those faded from memory.

Having seen her world change so dramatically in the last several hundred years, she made a point to balance all the death and gore in her life with a new purpose.

Living as much on her terms as possible, Millie embraced what she was.

The life of a warrior had her studying, training, fighting. Using and learning magical skills she’d become the perfect assassin and had quickly realized that a war in Faery between the two kingdoms was unlikely any time in her lifetime. Still, she should have been scouting out the area for where Prince Faolan was reportedly seen.

Not spending time in the mortal realm at the gothic club looking for a good fuck.

If her superiors knew what she was doing here, they’d have a fit and recall her ass back to the Unseelie Kingdom for discipline.

As top negotiator for the Unseelie Kingdom, Millie was the pretty face put out by the Military to coerce everyone to follow laws set by the Kingdom.

Most of the time the opposition complied.

When they didn’t, Millie hated to think of what happened to the various villages that had been burned down by technology used in the Unseelie lands.

She found her way to the bar and leaned over it, spotting Shar.

The buxom woman made her towards Millie. “Whatcha want tonight hon?” Curly read hair so bright it could look like fire parted down the center and framed Shar’s sweet face and equally persuasive emerald eyes. Her bust had been emphasized by her tight black skull and cross bones T-shirt that rode slightly above her belly. She was a knife expert and had been bartending in the mortal realm for the last forty years.

Millie always liked the tattoo of the Phoenix that Shar had on her left shoulder. “More Combichrist, and a whiskey sour. The Fae whiskey,” she shouted over the thundering electronic body music bass.

The smell of clove cigarettes wafted towards her and she knew she’d been spotted by another of Virus’s entourage.

Trevor, also freakishly tall sauntered up behind her, setting a hand on her shoulder before blowing a cloud of smoke above her head. His shaved face gleamed with sweat. She’d seen him naked on more than one occasion and the memory of her body dancing against his made sweat or something sweeter drip between her panty-less thighs. Nevermind the fact that the Unseelie Fae were forbidden from mating with the wolves despite the desire to have them on the side of the Unseelie court during their cold war with the Seelie kingdom.

Millie hated thinking about the idea that her current employers would someday attempt to wipe out the Seelie court and all its’ natural beauty. The entire war was based on a fear that had no foundation in reality as far as she was concerned.

Energy seeped into her, calming her from the stresses of the day. Millie turned and was greeted to purple and green spiked hair that stood up a foot taller than Trevor, silver eyes and a smile that could light up an entire room if he hadn’t been so threateningly huge. “Hi,” she shook her chest in his direction. “What’s cookin’?”

“You, obviously,” Trevor took another puff off his cigarette. Dressed in form fitting leather pants, boots and no shirt, his ample chest and bulging muscles rippled gracefully with each movement. “What’s new?”

“Nothing,” she took the drink from Shar and slapped a bill on the bar. “Just out for a night on the town.”

Trevor cocked a manicured brow. “On Earth? I figured things would be more exciting in Faery.”

Millie sipped her drink, enjoying the slight burn from the fae whiskey. She nodded. “Not at all. The same bullshit politics are continuing in the court about waging war with the Seelie for final domination and they’re,” she sighed heavily, “sending someone in to persuade the Protectors to join us.”

Trevor nodded. “Who are they sending in?”

She wiped her brow, moving dark red and purple curls out of her eyes. From her right, she saw the main dance floor, packed with bodies swaying and moving to the beat of the Combichrist mix that the DJ had started ten minutes ago. The beat of the music pounded loudly against her chest, drowning out the noise from earlier in the day.

Millie knocked back her drink and ordered another.

“Oh,” he nodded, slapping down money for her drink. “I see. So you’re supposed to talk to Prince Faolan?”

“Shit yeah,” she nodded and took the drink handed to her. She started to knock it back, but Trevor put his hand over the rim of her glass.

“Sip it. Then let’s dance. I hear they’ll play Covenant next.”

“Stalker?” Her eyebrows rose.

He nodded, reaching to touch her. “Yeah. After Combichrist.”

Millie felt instant peace at the connection. Her heart rate slowed, her pulse became audible in her own ears over the heavy bass beat. Her nerves calmed as the alcohol’s warmth spread throughout her body, making her feel warm at first, then cool again before her body temperature returned to normal. Tension eased off her shoulders.

It didn’t matter that seducing wolves was considered high treason.

Millie had escaped that penalty through protection of her superior and some document doctoring.

Besides, she had personal reasons for agreeing to this mission that had nothing to do with the Courts.

Sipping her drink, she let her hand fall down the length of Trevor’s body. Taking his hand in hers, she led him to the dance floor.

A wave of magick tickled her senses.

Millie looked up and met eyes with the deadliest and most sexy wolf in the entire club. She gasped. There he is.

It wouldn’t be a bad night after all.

 

Three #Authors, 5 Questions, #Menage and #Cover fun

Today I’m featuring a little game I did with Secret Cravings authors Beverly Ovalle and Carolyn Guy

Five questions, three covers, go!

Beverely Ovalle

Tell us a deep dark secret we’d NEVER expect!

One of the few sexcapades I’ve never done is a ménage!

Batman or Superman

Superman because if I have to look at a man’s underwear on the outside I want to know there’s no skid marks! TMI? Sorry!

Which character is your favorite and why?

I can’t choose!  Brand is affectionate and always ready to cuddle.  Tine is more the protector and aggressor.  Annie is lucky to have them both!

What happened to the first book you ever wrote?

Dragons’ Mate is my first book.

Have you incorporated actual events or people from your own life into your books?

The attitude more than anything but I couldn’t have the reactions down if I hadn’t experienced them at some point!  

Buy Dragons’ Mate on Amazon!

Carolyn Wren steps up next!

Tell us a deep dark secret we’d NEVER expect!

I’m currently writing a book that’s so hot, so boundary pushing, that I’ll have to find a new pseudonym to publish it under.

Batman or Superman

Batman.  He’s tall dark handsome, mega rich, and has a tortured soul.  My favorite type of hero

Which character is your favorite and why?

I like Elly, my heroine.  She’s coming up to her first Christmas after the loss of her parents, and it’s making her sad.  Yet in the course of this book, she leaps into a relationship with two gorgeous ghosts, tries to discover a way to break a witches curse, and finds time to play matchmaker for her best friend at the same time.  I do love a woman who can multitask…

What happened to the first book you ever wrote?

It’s a Romantic Suspense novella called Diplomat’s Daughter and it just won the 2013 RWA ‘Ella’ award for Novella of the year!

Have you incorporated actual events or people from your own life into your books?

Not in this book.  I’ve never moved into a haunted cottage!  I did use my own experiences to describe what it’s like to live with the loss of a loved one, only because I wanted the emotions to feel real to the reader.

Her book comes out from Secret Cravings Publishing November 15th!  In fact, it should be out now!

Lastly, moi

Tell us a deep dark secret we’d NEVER expect!

I really don’t have any secrets.  People have known for years I’m a little off the wall, I cross dress, have a lingerie fetish, um…yeah.  Pretty much nothing new here.  Maybe…I’m entirely too comfortable wearing women’s clothing as long as it’s in black?

Batman or Superman

Batman.  Always.

Which character is your favorite and why?

See now this leads into triad territory. When I created Józsi I sort of based him off Joséf from Endangered (you see the resemblance?) and Vin Diesel.  But his two lovers differ tremendously from Joszí’s in that Joséf’s second (Isabella) is darker and probably more pragmatic than Lukina, but that may be the difference in age.  Oh and the fact that vampires Livía and Isabella are a few hundred years old, whereas Lukina and Ilona are werewolves and far less old.  I don’t know.  This was supposed to be simple!  Who came up with these questions!

What happened to the first book you ever wrote?

It became Paula’s Craving, currently sitting on my editor’s desk.  It’s a spicy, yet heartwarming romance story about a man who couldn’t find himself until the woman he loved showed him who she saw in him.

Have you incorporated actual events or people from your own life into your books?

Yup.  There’s a LOT of real life and people in my stories.  My loved ones are deep inspiration.  

His Reign is the first in my Opeth Pack Series.  Meet the pack here then buy the book on Amazon!

The Writing Cloak!

The Opeth Pack Wolves have a new Home online!

Check it out!  I decided to finally give my wolves a place online where they can express their stories and its ONLY related to them!  There will be a URL eventually, a shorter one anyway, but for n ow you can find the Opeth Pack’s home HERE.

Their stories, their interviews, stories, information on where to buy the books, special content only available to that site, will all go on the new Opeth Pack home.  So be sure to check back frequently as Secret Cravings has my release schedule pretty tightly wrapped up with this series and the next book is due out in JANUARY of 2014!

Or, buy His Reign from Secret Cravings at Amazon!

Guest Post – Giocanda Lyss

Heaven On Earth:

Gwen McAllister and Desmond Blankenship have both had their share of disappointment in love and marriage. Gwen is a divorced woman who swears never to love again. Desmond is a businessman who finds his wife in bed with a friend. The two meet at a party in Phoenix and soon begin a long-distance relationship. While Desmond knows Gwen is the woman he wants to be with, Gwen is reluctant about facing her feelings for Desmond. Just when Desmond is ready to declare his true feelings for Gwen, Gwen’s life take an unexpected turn. Leticia Martinez, Gwen’s long- time friend and occasional lover, makes an unexpected visit. At first, Leticia and Desmond express an instant dislike for one another. Will Gwen have to choose between the two people she loves the most, or will they make the relationship work for all three of them?

Excerpt:

Thank goodness for showers and blessed be the person who invented them. Desmond replayed the fun they’d had lathering one another up. Soapy hands going in and out of body crevices, touching, tickling, arousing.

Taking a shower with two women had been an experience in itself. Having two sets of hands touching him, stroking him, arousing him, was beyond any dream he’d ever had. Watching them laughing and shrieking with delight, interacting with one another, it was obvious to Desmond that these two women had great affection for one another. It became apparent that there was some kind of bond between them that could never be broken. A friendship bordering on sisterhood, a sisterhood bordering on marriage, a marriage bordering on two halves of a whole.

That Gwen and Leti’s relationship had become physical over time had just been the next natural step for them, Desmond realized. Well, now the two halves were becoming thirds, by taking him to their bosoms. And how lucky he was that they chose him! Gratitude filled his heart to the point of bursting.

Minutes later, when they were all squeaky clean and towel-dried, they collapsed on the bed-a mingle of legs and arms that contrasted and mixed together splendidly. Desmond’s black skin, Leticia’s caramel, and Gwen’s white. They were different in coloring, but they were united in love and affection.

Gwen crawled to the foot of the bed, expectant and giddy as a child. Warm color filled her cheeks.

Desmond looked at her, question marks in his eyes.

“I want you to kiss Leti,” she told him without any further ado.

“Is this okay with you?” He turned his attention on Leti.

Leticia nodded and tipped her head back to be kissed.

Their lips came together tentatively. Desmond brushed his lips on Leti’s and stopped, suddenly unsure of what he should do next. It was Leticia who took the kiss to the next level, gripping the sides of his head and pressing her lips harder on his. Her tongue snaked deeply into his mouth and licked the roof. Her kiss was different from the way Gwen’s lips felt on his, different from Gwen’s kisses. But he was amazed at the strong reaction he got from just that one kiss. Desire surged through him and his cock became erect, pushing against her belly. Leti gasped and squirmed against him. He wanted to take her, but he was also very aware that Gwen watched them. He wanted to see her reaction. How did she feel about it? Was she truly okay with this?

He broke the kiss and looked at Gwen. Gwen’s pale face had turned a deep shade of pink, and her eyes were glossy with lust. She sucked a sharp breath in, and bit her lower lip.

“Don’t stop,” Gwen murmured, while she slid her hand down south, toward her pussy. She half-closed her eyes. He watched her hand sliding between her shapely legs and beginning to finger herself.

Christ, how much he loved seeing her aroused like this! He couldn’t wait to see what new heights of arousal and pleasure he could bring her to. He would be willing to do anything to make Gwen happy!

He leaned toward Gwen and took her in his arms. He kissed her deeply, passionately. He got drunk on her wonderful taste. He wanted the moment to go on forever. If the planet stopped spinning in that moment, he couldn’t have cared less. They kissed long and hard, their tongues dancing with one another.

When she pulled away slowly from his embrace he let go reluctantly. He knew they were about to cross a line that would make a difference in their relationship, a line which, when closed, they will not be able to take back. He remembered Gwen’s words about “taking it slow” and almost laughed. Did she have this-–a threesome—in mind when she uttered those words? He almost opened his mouth to ask that very question, but at that precise moment Gwen leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, giving it a swift lick and a kiss on the head.

“I want you to fuck her,” she said simply when she came up.

Desmond did as he was told.

He eased himself on top on Leticia who was already fingering herself and pulling on her small, dark wine-colored nipples. Leti gave him a small nod and opened her legs for him. She took his cock and guided it to the opening of her sex.

Desmond groaned as he pushed himself inside Leti. Leticia’s pussy was tight and surprisingly wet, considering that he hadn’t done much in the way of foreplay to arouse her. Then he remembered how aroused Gwen was from watching him kissing Leti. The girls got off on watching one another. Exhilaration made his body tremble. The feeling was all-encompassing, and a totally new high.

He thrust inside Leti’s opening, feeling her inner muscles relax around his shaft. Gwen caressed his back with her fingernails; the sensation sent pleasurable shivers through his body, directly to his groin. At the nape of his neck he felt Gwen’s mouth placing kisses, which continued in a trail down toward his shoulders. Gwen then slid toward Leti, kissing her small, perky breasts before moving up to her plump mouth. Seeing Gwen kiss Leti sent Desmond toward the top of the precipice. He stopped, drawing breath into his lungs. The sensation was almost too much. Gwen turned her head, her eyes searching him.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

She took his head in her hands and kissed him to reassure him that he was doing the right thing. Their tongues danced together, entwined, fought and then she sucked his into her mouth. Tremors shook his body at the delicious feeling and he began moving again inside Leti. Gwen’s kiss excited him to no end. Gwen urged him on with kisses on his shoulder and scratches on his back, and when Leti told him she was coming, he crossed the edge with her.

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“Heaven on Earth” is Gioconda Lyss’ first erotic romance novella. Born and raised in Romania, she now lives in Nevada with her family, and the world’s most spoiled cat and dog. Visit her at www.giocondalyss.com and friend her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/gioconda.lyss

 

Unedited Menage Sex Scene for @AnasHotBox

You see, I do need the SEO

This is an unedited sex scene from my second Opeth Pack book, Raining Kisses.

Nicholaus never wanted to accept the Prophecy’s fate for him, pack enforcer to the Alpha. Leaving the Opeth Pack at an early age, he moved to New Mexico in order to change his fate to something more fulfilling, yet lonely.  However, a desperate need to return to his lovers and his land picks at him.

Krystyna and Katarina grew up in Hungary learning and loving the people, their pack and most of all, Nicholaus.  After he killed Katarina’s brother for abhorrent behavior, he disappeared, shattering both women’s hearts even as he’d protected them from egregious acts of other pack males.  Now they’ve grown up and wait to take place as pack healer.

Can Nicholaus return in time and prevent further loss of any more pack mates while rekindling a relationship with Katarina and Krystyna or will they be lost to him forever?

(Forgive me, I’m reworking some things so the blurb is shit…)

 

“What are you two thinking?” he narrowed his gaze.  Sniffing the air, he now smelled the pungent fragrance of arousal coming from both of them.

They turned, eyes wide and filled with an emotion deeper than lust and so much more than love. Krystyna and Katarina sauntered to him, each of them flanking him on a side.

“Love us,” Katarina begged.  Her breath whispered softly over his ear, sending shivers up and down his skin.

Krystyna nodded. “You promised my lover something and you should own up like a man.”

Nicholaus growled at the challenge.  He couldn’t take the torture of both his lovers assaulting his senses, putting him in the defensive and overloading his mind and body.  He sucked in a breath, trying to drag air into his lungs but when Katarina leaned into him, pressed her lips against his and cupped the back of his head, he found he could only take in her aroma.

Krystyan’s hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer between them while she dropped fiery kisses all over his neck, drawing her tongue over his flesh.

Goose bumps appeared on his skin, the hair on the back of his neck stood and his cock throbbed.  Heat built in his loins. His struggle to free himself was a loss, once both pairs of hands held him captive.

Only it wasn’t because he couldn’t overpower his lovers.  Trembling beneath the love and fury of their emotions, Nicholaus could only feel.  Frozen by the love given to him, he let himself enjoy the sensations of two pairs of soft lips pressing into his skin, dragging down his face or neck.

He’d grown painfully hard by now.  When a hand caressed his erection, he nearly jumped out of his skin.  He opened his eyes to see Katarina’s hands treading over his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs. Krystyna’s palm cupped him.

He blinked, saw Katarina’s ruby red lips moving towards his. Leaning into her, he tasted her lips, sucked in what air he could, finding it full of her luscious scent and the spicy tang of Krystyna’s arousal.  Knew that when the two were together, their aromas mingled instantly, remembered just how it used to be when they were younger.

Pulling back from Katarina, he found Krystyna’s teeth working over his flesh, exciting the animal within.  “I’ve got to taste you both,” he uttered between kisses.

Katarina’s mouth was velvet soft while Krystyna’s lips upon his neck burned him to the very core.

He stiffened between two sets of skilled hands caressing him, moving over his back, shoulders, down his abs all while Krystyna kept her hand over his cock.  He didn’t want to want them both, knew he needed to stop them but the weakness in his knees only helped to drag him further into ecstatic lunacy.

He swore beneath his breath.

Katarina’s lips locked with his.

The glow now surrounding his body added warmth to the smoldering lust building between them and Nicholaus felt sweat on his brow.

Krystyna’s tongue slid into his mouth and he found himself stroking it with his tongue, sucking on it, all while his fingers found the tie on Katarina’s skirt.  If he yanked, it’d come loose and fall down, exposing her naked ass.

He pulled back, went in to nibble on her lip.

She mewled against him, a low grow followed that he knew was designed to show him her strength too.  He’d never doubt that in her, not truly.  She was subservient to him because she chose it, but she could hold her own She had so far, without him.

So had Katarina.

The smell of sandalwood and earth rose up, making his nostrils flair.

Krystyna cupped his ass, squeezing him and pulling him into her. “I’ve missed this, you bastard,” she breathed against his ear.

Her words sent vibrations along his ear, down his spine.

How easily he found himself letting them controlling him, keeping his beast at bay.  He knew from the moment he’d spotted Katarina in Albuquerque something bad would happen and so far, it hadn’t.  Well, except for those few dead bodies…

Pressure in his temples eased with each stroke of fingernail against his chest.

“Give in,” Katarina led with her lips and her husky voice, trailing kisses down his chin, licking the center of his throat.

Krystyna found the sensitive spot behind his ear with her tongue and swirled it in circles.

His knees grew weaker, he couldn’t stop moaning.

Nicholaus knew it was over. He was here in Hungary, and his life was about to change despite his best attempts to maintain a stable course.

The ache in his loins reminded him of all the reasons he had to stay.  The only thing keeping him sane right now was the loud screaming in his head.

Even his beast ignored that.

Nicholaus swore between heated kisses.

Lips found his fingers, sucked sweetly on his digits. Buttons popped off his shirt, exposing his chest to be kissed before another mouth found his nipples.

Hands tugged him towards Katarina’s house. “Follow me,” Katarina giggled.

Krystyna’s tongue licked a blaze of lust down his neck, over his collarbone.

His cock throbbed painfully. He had to bury himself in one or both of them soon.

“You two are—”

Krystyna’s lips smashed against his in a desperate attempt to control him, to mold him to her body and keep him here.  He didn’t miss the possessiveness in their touch.

His hands roamed over her shoulders, down her sides and settled on her hips. He pulled her to him.

Katarina licked his neck.

Shudders ran through him. He turned, not knowing what to do just yet, and faced Katarina. Staring into her gorgeous green eyes, he knew she desired the same thing he did: penetration.

“This is so wrong,” he muttered between kisses.

Krystyna’s mouth plundered his, driving a wedge between logic and lust that shifted his focus.

Nicholaus couldn’t think beyond the kisses. Krystyna’s lips were sweet, succulent and juicy. He turned away from Krystyna and cupped Katarina’s face. “Come here, drágám.”

She refused. “Let’s go back to our house.”

Her voice, a sultry sound, affected him in a way that no other woman’s had since he’d left Hungary. Every conquest he’d ever been with paled in comparison to Katarina’s lovely voice.

Trotting behind the two women with his senses on overload, his body thrummed with nervous energy in anticipation of what was to come once he stepped through the threshold.

“We’re going to finally reunite.” Katarina’s voice held so much promise it pained him to think he would be so damn stupid as to leave them.

There was no way he could disappear if he made love to the two of them again.

Even so, he felt some unseen force tugging his body, urging him to follow behind Krystyna and Katarina so that they could continue giving mutual pleasure to each other.

Katarina’s grip on his wrist was tight.

So was Krystyna’s. “You’re not getting out of this.” Krystyna looked back at him with a devilish smile and heated desire dancing in her eyes.

“I don’t intend to.”  He heard the words, they came from his mouth but he didn’t recognize his own voice.  Not with all the want in every syllable.

“Good,” Katarina nodded. “Because it’s been ten years.”

He didn’t miss the tinge of anguish in her voice.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered again, keeping step with the two women who dragged him.

“Don’t be sorry, just stay with us where you belong.” Krystyna turned to face him, her stern expression softening.

“I thought—”

“Don’t think,” Krystyna’s lips sealed over his mouth, capturing him. Her tongue darted over his lips before she nipped his lower lip.

Nicholaus leaned forward and bit her back.

Krystyna yipped and smiled wide. She looked at Katarina.

Katarina tugged harder on Nicholaus’ hands. “Come with us.”

The breathy whisper of Katarina’s voice made Nicholaus shudder.  Laughing at the double meaning, Nicholaus lifted a hand and cupped Katarina’s chin. Staring deep into her eyes, he realized then that he couldn’t refuse her a thing. He never had been able to, which was part of why he left Hungary.

Katarina took his hand and sucked on his fingers, sliding each one in and out of her warm mouth. “I want these inside me.”

He nodded and continued following both women back to their house. Once through the door, he was led past the ratty old furniture and cluttered kitchen into the bedroom, then shoved down onto the bed and flanked by both women.

Kisses burned both sides of his face, down his neck. Hands roamed over his chest, caressing his arms and running over his sides. Both women seemed to move as one, each mirroring the other.

Nicholaus shuddered into the mouth that bared teeth and scraped them down his collarbone.  He lowered his head, arched into the lips, seizing the mouth with his. Thrusting his tongue between parted lips, he tasted Krystyna’s wet, inviting mouth.

Her hand cupped the back of his head, locking her mouth to his while she nibbled, nipped, and suckled his lips.  Her free hand roamed down his chest, hot against his flesh.

Katarina found his earlobe, swirled her tongue around the sensitive skin.

He groaned, let another shudder rumble through him.

Krystyna bit his lip, her canines brushing against his chin before she moved down to his neck.

Hands fumbled with his pants. “Damnit, take these off.” Katarina’s fingers clawed at the top of his pants.

“Let me.” Krystyna broke from the kiss and leaned over his body, brushing his chest with her ample breasts. She reached for the button and popped it off, opening his pants. “There.” She licked her lips and helped Katarina slide the pants down his legs.

“Ooh, what have we here?” Krystyna brushed her knuckles over his shaft.

His cock bobbed up in response, twitching from the brief contact.  Looking down his stomach, he watched Katarina’s mouth open.  “You’re both too dressed,” he growled. Reaching for a fistful of hair, he fisted Katarina’s red curls and tugged her upwards.

She slithered up his body, stopping to kiss molten fire over his stomach.

Nicholaus arched his hips upwards, gripping Katarina’s hair tighter.

She took his hand from her head and brought it to her breast.  “Squeeze this, drága.”

The round, firm flesh of her breasts fit his palm and made his mouth water at the prospect of suckling her to orgasm.  Cupping her, he pinched her nipple into a tight bud and enjoyed the groan she let out.

Katarina arched her body into his, trailing her silken curls over exposed flesh now covered in goose bumps.

Krystyna nipped his bare hip.

Stomach tightening, Nicholaus hissed out a breath until Katarina’s lips sealed over his. She tasted sweet, spicy. Smelled wanton. Plump lips crushed against his. Tongues darted between wet lips until he captured her tongue and sucked on it.

Katarina ground her hips into his thigh, locking her legs around his.

Krystyna reached over and shoved Katarina’s skirt up, exposing pale skin. “I love these.” She bit Katarina’s hip.

Katarina cried into her kiss with Nicholaus.

He reached down, cupped Katarina’s ass and slapped it hard.

Glaring, Katarina moaned deeper, louder.

Nicholaus knew he’d been playing with fire, expected to get burned. Thought slipped from his mind.

Krystyna sat up and stripped off her top. Luscious, high, full breasts spilled outward, pink nipples swollen.

Reaching a hand out, he cupped a breast and gaze her a gentle squeeze.

“I like it rougher than she does, remember?” A wicked smile crossed Krystyna’s face.

He nodded, mouth open.

“What else do you remember, drágám?” Katarina bent over, her red hair spilling over Nicholaus’ chest.

She drew one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked.

He hissed from the contact, arching his body into hers.

She held him down against the bed, using lupine strength to pin him there while her tongue swirled around his tight nipple.

He forced himself to relax, to enjoy the sensations of both women pleasing him.  Letting out a long, deep breath through clenched teeth, he peered down the line of his body and over Katarina’s head to see Krystyna sliding off the bed.  “Where are you going?”

“You’re taking me to heaven, szeret.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?”

She nodded. Stepping back from the bed, she stripped out of her bottom and stood before him. Darker in complexion than Katarina, she looked every bit as Hungarian as her counterpart. European facial features, gracious curves and slender yet muscular thighs always threatened to steal his breath and now were no exception.

Gracefully, she stepped forward and crawled back on the bed.

Katarina lifted her head from Nicholaus and faced Krystyna. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered.

He caught the sadness in Krystyan’s eyes before lust clouded over the emotion.  “I know. But it’s okay for now.”

Katarina frowned and then smiled again. “I know it will be, szeret.”

Nicholaus knew what those words meant. His heart had already become involved way too quickly.

The rational part of his mind screamed at him to stop this charade except all logic had disappeared the moment Krystyna bent over his thighs and yanked his pants off.

She sealed her lips around his cock, took him in one hand and formed a tight suction around him until she’d taken him all the way to the base.  Then she dragged her lips slowly over him while her tongue swirled around the underside of his cock.

The sun couldn’t be any hotter than her mouth, nor any more comforting.

Katarina cupped his balls, tugged lightly.  Her fingers caressed his inner thigh, nails sraping lightly over his skin.

He slammed his head back against the pillow and moaned.

“You like?” Krystyna popped the head of his cock out of her mouth and licked her lips.  She dipped her head, flicked her tongue over the precum slicked head of his cock.

He trembled beneath her.

Fingers stroked between his ass cheeks. Hands lifted his legs, rolled him and Krystyna onto their sides.

She adjusted, shifting her weight to rest comfortably on his thigh while keeping his cock in her mouth.

Nicholaus leaned on an elbow, clenched his ass in response until a wet tongue slithered between his cheeks. Squirming, he balled the sheets in his fists. “You two are…” He sucked in a breath when that tongue snaked around his asshole.

“I remember what you like,” Katarina hummed against his thigh.

Vibrations buzzed throughout his body. He’d become one giant nerve ending. Tension built up inside him. He had to reach out for one of them, fill one of them, show them both he loved them.

Not now, his mind cried out.

He ignored that part of himself for the time being and focused on the hot pair of lips sliding up and down the length of his cock. He drew his other leg up, setting it carefully on Krystyna’s shoulder while she sucked him.

Hands caressed his arms, his thighs. Someone cupped his ass, spread his cheeks apart.

That moist tongue sank inside and wriggled around.

He felt invaded, then aroused even further. His cock couldn’t possibly get any harder, could it?

“Katarina.” He clenched his teeth.

She slithered up his body in response, wrapping her arms around his waist.  Her fingers tangled in Krystyna’s hair and the other woman let out an eager groan.

The warmth of her body against his was comforting. Her luscious form settled in all the right places behind him. Soft breasts against his wide back, ultra feminine hips against rigid masculine ones.

He reached back with what little self-control he had, found Katarina’s slick, soaked pussy and pushed past her lips.

Krystyna pulled off his cock, letting the trail of precum hang from her lip to the tip of his cock before catching it with her finger and sucking it clean.  She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples and caressed herself while a glow surrounded the three of them.  Yes, the heady scent of lust filled the room, made Nicholaus’s nostrils flair.

Krystyna turned around, arched her hips back, brushing Nicholaus’s cock with her soft ass.

“I want inside one of you” he groaned

“You’ll make love to Katarina.” She threw her head back, glanced over her shoulder.

The sight of her reddish brown hair cascading down her feminine body made his mouth go dry.

Rotating his body to face Katarina, he took hold of her hips, pressing into the softness.

She cried, her mouth an open invitation for his tongue’s invasion.

Looking into her eyes, he saw the flames of passion burning bright.

She reached between them, grabbing his cock. “I want,” her eyes fluttered, and that passion never waned.

His heart thundered in his chest.  If he did this, he’d lose himself in her, in Krystyna and then what?  His heart wanted what his mind would not allow.  But his body’s automatic movements steered him where he needed to be in the moment.  “I do too,” he whispered.

“It’s settled. Make love to us,” Krystyna reached for Katarina with one hand; the other cupped Nicholaus’ balls.

He had to back out of this.  Had to avoid their gaze.  Lifting his head, again on automatic pilot, he met Krystyna’s gaze, saw her eyes smolder with desire and knew it wasn’t just sex for her.  Doing this would deepen their bond, make them a stronger trio.  Except they would be only as strong as the weakest member; him.  “Are you sure?”

Krystyna lowered her gaze at him. Looking at him through half open eyes, she nodded. Her eyes begged him to fill her lover, then fill her. “You’ll end up inside us both before it’s over with, szeret”

It never ceased to amaze him how quickly they could decide who he fucked, with nary a word or argument.  They truly knew each other.

“Please me as Krys has asked, szeret.”  Lips parted, her lids closed half way over her eyes, giving her that sweet, bedroom begging look he enjoyed so much.  It showed her sweetness, her purity even though what they were doing was not considered pure. Not in his world anyway.

The way she looked at him made him realize he had no idea how he’d ever refuse her.  Grinning wide, he nodded.

Katarina arched her hips upward and sank down on his cock.

Her pussy gripped him like a fist, searing his ever nerve ending and making them both cry out in pleasure.  Soft, creamy, warm and wet, her molten pussy added to the bonfire of lust building in him, the feelings tightening in his gut.

For a moment, she didn’t move, the content smile on her face showed that she savored the contact.

His cock throbbed inside her.

She squeezed him with her lips, arched back and forth, then sank down on him again, burying him to the hilt.

Slow, agonizing pleasure rocked his body with gentle spasms.

Tender kisses turned to bites on his thigh.

He settled his hands around Katarina’s hips, watched her move slowly, caught Krystyna licking and nipping at Katarina’s ass.

Two fingers remained lodged into Krystyna’s wetness, moving in and out while her thumb rubbed her clit.  In the dim light, he saw the glistening wetness coating her lips.

Katarina squirmed on top of Nicholaus.

He cupped her ass, rocked his hips up and down, spread her apart further and drove himself in deeper.

She fell forward, landing with her hands on his chest to brace herself.  Her ass slightly lifted off him gave him a view of her apple shaped ass, reminding him that next time he’d have to fuck her from behind.

Then he froze.  There wouldn’t be a next time.

 

Somehow, Krystyna managed to settle herself between them and lick Nicholaus’s shaft before tasting Katarina’s sopping pussy.  Both trembled against each other.

“I’ve always loved that I could do that to both of you,” Krystyna laughed, a low sensuous sound.

“Come here,” Nicholaus urged her with a growl. “Bring your ass here.”

Krystyna slid out from beneath them and moved onto the bed beside Nicholaus.

Lifting herself up, Katarina slid up and down the length of his shaft, throwing her head back in ecstasy, while her hair spilled down over her back and brushed the tops of his thighs.

Taking his face in her hands, Krystyna’s mouth seized Nicholaus’s.  Immediately, she nipped his lips, swirled his tongue around his rugged jaw and over his ear before taking his earlobe in between her teeth and applying gentle pressure.

He’d closed his eyes tightly, blocking out the noise in his head urging him to end this and save himself the heart ache.  The sensations coursing through him between both women made his balls tighten, his gut get even tighter.

Nails dug into his side.

His eyes flew open, heart pounded.  He caught sight of Katarina and saw the thin sheen of sweat glistening over her skin, just like it had his.  Soft ripples in his stomach muscles bunched when he rocked his hips in tune with Katarina’s movements.

This was heaven before hell, he supposed.  But in the back of his mind he could only think of the one thing.

Desire.

Chapter Five

 

“I want to tongue fuck your hot pussy, Krys.”  Nicholaus didn’t recognize the low, deep rumble of his own voice, but he understood the one motive behind his words.

Desire.

Krystyna’s eyes lit up, widening with pleasure.  She nodded, shifted and turned to face Katarina.

Tongues danced, the sounds of sucking echoed loudly in the room before Nicholaus grabbed Krystyna’s hips and helped position her over his face so he saw straight in her sex. He licked his lips, inhaling the spicy scent of her dripping sex before he pushed his tongue into her wet core, making sure to take wide licks while exploring her folds.  He tasted, licked, sucked and speared her clit, enjoying the muffled sound of her moans while Katarina moved on top of him.

Krys shuddered above him.

Pressure built higher and higher, his blood pumping quickly through him.  The wolf in him definitely found pleasure in the ménage they shared.

The firmness of Krystyna’s ass in his hands made it harder to spread her open, but Nicholaus managed, diving deeper into her to taste her, own her.   He flicked his tongue over her clit, then took the bud between his lips and speared it repeatedly.

Katarina’s cries grew fierce with each thrust, her movements becoming jerky against his cock.  She’d started off slowly, but built up a quick rhythm that drew them both toward climax.

It took some concentration but Nicholaus managed to keep Krystyna’s thighs from crushing his head and totally blocking out her mostly muffled cries of pleasure.  Though Katarina’s pussy squeezed his cock and he lost all focus, gasping into Krystyna’s thigh before biting her.

In this moment, he was more than fucked.  He’d been claimed by the only two beings on this planet who could trap him.  All thought shifted to the horror of that outcome until Krys jerked from him nipping her thigh.

It was time to end this for them both, then sever the ties to protect his heart and ultimately theirs.

Another squeeze of Katarina’s pussy forced his concentration elsewhere.

Familiar routine sucker-punched him in the gut, forcing air from his lungs. Or was that Katarina’s pussy convulsing around his cock? It didn’t matter. She fell forward; her hips rose and fell on him.

Thrusting his tongue deep inside Krystyna’s slick folds, he licked and suckled her clit, flicked his tongue over the nub.

Krystyna squirmed in response.

Using his natural strength, he gripped her ass with one hand and held her in place.

Krystyna moaned louder, her words incoherent

Nicholaus forced the pre orgasmic fog from his mind just long enough to flatten his tongue over Krystyna’s bud and press hard.

Her thighs squeezed together and her hips bucked against his face, nearly suffocating him.  Her orgasm slammed into her, tremors ripping through her body matching the cries echoing in the tiny room.

He pushed her hips just above his face enough to give him time to catch his breath.

Then Krystyna slammed down on him, digging her nails into his chest while he resumed hitting that sweet spot.

Another pair of fingers clutched and tore at flesh as Katarina’s orgasm hit too, triggering Nicholaus’s release.

His balls drew against him, the slaps of flesh on flesh mimicking the sucking sounds he’d made at Krystyna’s pussy until he felt the wash of come flood his mouth while his cock exploded.

Screams of pleasure blocked out all else until the cries subsided into sighs and the trembling above him stopped.

He waited patiently until Krystyna moved ever so slow, positioned herself and collapsed beside him.

Katarina fell onto his chest, rolled forced herself to flop on her back.

Both women reached for his hands, turned to face him.

Shuddered vibrated through each woman and a different sort of heat settled around him.  This heat felt more like the fur of his beast, the calm of the forest around him.  He closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, let his mind fall prey to the emptiness that would come next.

Hands stroked his arms, his chest. A hand cupped his chin, another tousled his hair.

Silence filled the room all right, save the three hearts beating almost in time, three pairs of lungs working, panting still to catch up with the physical exertion.  Then the softness of hands smoothing over sweat slicked skin added to the sounds.

Nicholaus tried to move but found neither woman would budge.  Instead, they put their hands over his heart.

For a moment, he swore he felt tranquility amongst the threesome.

Nicholaus glanced at Krystyna, heard Katarina’s deep, even breathing, signaling she’d fallen asleep from their ordeal.

She looked back at him. “She’s asleep already,” she whispered, stroking Katarina’s hair, the large smile on her face so wide it seemed she’d just been given her favorite thing.

Of course she had, this was the world to her.  The three of them, in bed, sharing.  Except now he couddn’t, not because he didn’t want to.  That had never been the case.  Nicholaus wanted to protect his lovers more than anything else, but fearing what he was, what he could become, meant he had to pull the dine and dash routine.  Still, he nodded and turned his head toward Katarina.

Eyes closed, breathing remained steady, slow.  Breasts rose and fell in time with each exhale.

Light from the window spilled in, emphasizing her red hair against her moon kissed skin.

She toyed with strands of his hair, twirling them around her finger before tugging them lightly.  “You will stay a few days, right?”

Krystyna’s question caught him off guard. He looked at her, “I, I don’t know what to say.”

“She has not fallen asleep so quickly after making love in such a long time. This is the first peace Katarina has known in a very long while. Would you steal that away from her?”

He sat up on his elbows, parting his hair back to one side.  No, he’d never take her peace from her, not if he could avoid it, which was why he’d leave soon.

Maybe he could stay for a day or two though.  Follow up, check out the new alpha if he showed.  See what quality of life his lovers have. “What of you?”

She sighed, weariness showing in her eyes.  “I have grown used to your shit, Nicholaus. I do not pretend to like it, but I accept it.”

Careful not to disturb Katarina, Nicholaus sat up. “Let’s go into the living room and talk.”

Krystyna nodded.

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