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Welcome Leontii Holender!

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Leontii Holender lives in the sleepy little town of Greenville, South Carolina. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts and was raised all across the United States. She has lived mostly in the southern states with large cities. She's called New Orleans, Memphis, and Atlanta home, just to name a few. She moved into the area in order to help take care of her ill mother and has since found herself with a plethora of free time to write.

Leontii has been writing for about eight years now and is a full-time author. The writing bug bit her rather early in her life and since she discovered she enjoyed it, she hasn’t stopped. She started writing short stories in high school and has since moved on to focus on novels. She likes writing erotic fiction the most and tends to lean towards strong elements of horror, suspense, fantasy, mythos, and the paranormal.
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CHARACTER INTERVIEW withKyrien Casca
Q: Do you have any scars? How did you get them?Scars? I have one on my ankle that’s in the shape of a crescent moon. When I was a child, my brother ‘accidentally’ pushed me down a hill during a hike in the woods. I was a sickly child and a slight teen. You could say it was a bit of a sore point for me.Q: What is your biggest fear?I’m sorry, but little kids are just creepy. I’ve never liked them and tend to get very uncomfortable around then. A little spit up and I will run the other way.Q: When is the last time you really laughed out loud? What made you laugh?I laugh all the time around Sivney. For an enforcer, he could be a stand up comedian. He always helps me see the lighter side of things.Q: What is your favorite thing about Sivney?If I were being shallow, I’d say his abs. I’m a sucker for a man with muscles and an abdomen that resembles a washboard. On a deeper level, I love his ability to be serious. I might have my head in the clouds, but he always grounds me. We’re two parts to a whole.Q: What are you plans for the future?Right now, I’m just focused on enjoying life for what it is. I have everything I want—a successful nightclub, the man of my dreams, and the chance to see the world with him as we help solve the investigations Siv is assigned to.Q: Who was your first love?I’ve never had much more than a few crushes in my human life. My time as a vampire has been spent angry at the world and dedicated to my work before Sivney walked into Calamity for the first time.Q: How has your opinion on love changed since meeting Sivney?I never knew what it was like to have someone love me truly for the person I am. I’m lucky enough to be with a person that’s able to show me as much kindness, acceptance, passion, as he is able to show me love and affection. He’s shown me how a real man loves another. I could never ask for more.Q: What is one thing that annoys you about Sivney?For a vampire, he loves to nap and loves to snore. It’s like being in the same bed as a lumberjack sawing logs.Q: Boxers or Briefs?*Blushes!* Isn’t that a little personal? …Briefs.Q: Other than Sivney, what is the one thing in life you can’t live without?I can’t live without my club. It’s as much of my pride and joy as Sivney is.

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Welcome Shannon Reckler!

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Shannon Reckler is a southern girl at heart, who grew up in a small town in North Carolina. She currently is finishing college, and living in the mountains. Her feline, Ember, keeps her company while she is up late trying to finish whatever story is locked in her mind. She is passionate about writing as well as cooking. Nothing means more to her than her family and friends, and she can’t wait to return to her hometown someday. Shannon is a true hopeless romantic and believes in a soul mate for everyone, and that you should love as much as you possibly can. She knows life is short, and feels that there is no point in wasting it on a life you don’t want to live, so she plans to have fun and enjoy every moment.





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STORY EXCERPT She took a step out into her bedroom and finally decided to face the two men that were still sleeping in her bed.Hunk number 1, the one farthest away from her, was lying on his back with one arm outstretched. She remembered waking up with a lump under her head, and she guessed it had probably been his arm. His other arm was above his head, with his face turned toward the window. His skin was tanned, and she guessed he probably had some foreign blood in him. He had black hair that was cut short, high cheekbones, full lips and a more pointed nose.He was definitely built in the muscles department, with an outie belly button accompanying his six-pack abs. His hips V-ed into an impressive cock that was lying flaccid on his thigh. His right leg was bent, and she could see his balls lying in between his legs. She was impressed that he was completely clean shaven. His legs were covered in a fine dusting of black hair, and even his feet were neat and clean.Kyra bit her lips as she thought about how impressive his penis would be when it was hard. As if he felt her stare, his cock twitched and she almost felt guilty for staring. But a quick peek at both of their faces, and the soft snore that greeted her ears, told her that they were both still passed out.Hunk number 2 was curled into the middle of the bed, like he had been holding her or was hoping she would return. Because of where she was standing, she couldn’t see his face. His hair was brown and shaggy, with a slight curl in the back. His back was muscled and lean, he seemed thinner than Hunk 1, but only slightly. His butt was shapely, and Kyra resisted the urge to caress it. She had always been a sucker for a man with an amazing ass.Hunk 2 started to shift, and she decided to head out into the living room. She needed to find her purse and her cell phone. She quietly opened her bedroom door and shook her head at the scattering of clothes that lined her hallway.When she found her bra, she noticed that it wasn’t just lying on the floor, but it was in two different pieces.Seriously, what happened last night?By this time, she was practically running into the kitchen of her apartment. It was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom place with a large living area that opened up into her kitchen as well. In the small entryway of her apartment, she found her purse lying on the table by the door. She sent up a prayer as she fished out her cell phone. She hit speed dial 3, and her phone was instantly ringing Lidia.After a few rings, she received a groggy greeting. “What?”“Lidia, it’s Kyra. Wake up.” Kyra moved to stand in the kitchen at the counter. Her eyes bugged as she caught a glimpse of her microwave and realized it was after 1:00 p.m. A rustling on the other end of the phone brought her back to the conversation.“Kyra, my hero, how are the two gorgeous men?” Lidia whispered into the phone.“Why are you whispering? And you mean to tell me you know who the men in my apartment are?”Kyra heard more rustling, and then a door close before Lidia spoke again. “I was whispering, because although I didn’t get to leave with two gorgeous men, I still left with one and he is sleeping. And, of course I know who the men are. I tried to set you up with them and it worked.”Kyra didn’t know how to react. “You tried to set me up with two men?” Her voice squeaked as she finished the sentence.“I did, and you should be thanking me for it. Were they as fantastic as they look?” Lidia made a mock-growl sound and Kyra put a hand to her face.“I don’t know, Lidia. I can’t remember a damn thing. The last thing I remember was dancing with the grabby accountant who had no moves.”She heard a not-so-delicate snort come from her friend, and then she began to laugh out loud.“Lidia, seriously. This is not funny. I have two naked men in my bed, and I don’t know how they got there. Why in the hell would I bring home two men? I have never done something like that in my entire life. I don’t even know if I have ever even thought about doing two men at once. And now hunk 1 and 2 are naked and snoring in my bed.” All of the panic that had been building inside of her released in one breath. Unfortunately, it just made Lidia laugh even harder.
ADULT EXCERPT Jake winked at her. “Kyra, are you sure about this?”“I am definitely sure. Now, I was hoping you would join me in bed.” She grinned. Gavin looked over at Jake, and they nodded to each other. Kyra watched in fascination as they both slipped their thumbs into the waistband of their jeans. Jake went first, stripping the denim down his legs. When he stood up, she was given the first full glimpse of his body.He was gorgeous. His legs were toned and muscular, just like the rest of him. She couldn’t stop from licking her lips at the sight of his cock protruding stiff and proudly from his body. He was definitely impressive in size, and even from a few feet away she could see the veins roping his penis. It twitched slightly under her gaze, and she smiled seductively up at him, before she turned her attention to Gavin, who was patiently waiting.Although he was shorter, Gavin wasn’t any less impressive. He had an easy smile on his face as he leisurely stripped his jeans from his legs. He moved slowly, giving her more of a show and she was grateful. When he stood up she had to suck in a breath. Gavin’s dick was more than impressive. Not only was he wide in girth, but he was probably at least an inch longer than Jake, who was impressive in his own right.Kyra felt a rush of moisture hit her pussy, and she clenched her thighs together. She crooked her finger, and they both stepped forward. Jake crawled onto the bed in front of her, and Gavin moved around to slide in behind her. She was immediately surrounded by warmth.As if reading her thoughts, Gavin whispered in her ear, “We run a higher body temperature than humans. We will always keep you warm at night.” He brushed her hair off of her neck and placed a soft kiss to her shoulder. Kyra shivered in response.She smiled up at Jake, and began to unbutton his shirt. She had just passed her breasts, when she paused. She had the epitome of male perfection sitting in front of her, and her inner demons got the best of her.Kyra looked up at Jake and bit her lip. She tried for a smile, but it didn’t quite work. Jake raised a hand to her cheek. “Kyra, you are beautiful. Stop whatever it is that you are thinking about. We saw your body last night, and unlike you we can remember everything.” He winked at her before he reached for the shirt. “Here, let me.” He pushed her hands aside and finished unbuttoning the shirt.She couldn’t look up at Jake, so she watched his hands as he skillfully unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. Once it was undone, Gavin slipped the shirt down her arms. Kyra helped him take it fully off, before he tossed it on the floor.Gavin placed a kiss on her shoulder and she leaned in, brushing the top of his head with her cheek. She looked up at Jake from underneath her eyelashes and he was smiling down at her. She reached out and he slid closer to her, placing a kiss on her opposite shoulder. Then he moved his mouth and sought her lips with his own.She moaned at the feel of his soft lips, and he instantly took advantage of the opening. He swept his tongue inside her mouth and took full control of the kiss. She placed her hand on his side and grazed the muscles she had access to. Jake pulled away all too soon, but she became aware of Gavin’s hands rubbing circles on her back.“You two are amazing.” Kyra smiled first at Jake and then she turned to smile at Gavin.“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Gavin gently pulled her back so that she was lying in the middle of the bed with her head resting on the pillow. Gavin lay on her left side, and Jake on her right.Kyra could barely contain her excitement as they both reached out and laid a hand on her stomach. Their cocks brushed her hip and her pussy clenched. She reached down and took both of their cocks in her hand. A rush of air hit both of her cheeks as they exhaled together.“You are playing with fire, baby.” Jake’s whispered words sent chills down her spine, and made her squirm on the sheets.“I’m pretty sure I want to get burned.”

BEHIND THE SCENESWhere do you see publishing going in the future?I think that publishing will be going more and more into the ebook world. I love print books, but with the technology of the day and the cheaper price of the books and the publishing cost, I think books are just going to be going more and more into ebooks.
Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?My intended audience is anyone who loves to read. I hope they want to read my books because they are looking for a good love story and want a new author to read.
How did you come up with the title of your book or series?My titles usually have something to do with the work. The titles of the series usually come from the people or the towns they live in.
Tell us a little bit about your cover art. Who designed it? Why did you go with that particular image/artwork?The three covers of the books that I have published with Siren Publishing, the covers have been designed by Harris Channing.
Who is your favorite character from your book and why?I love Daphne from 'Velvet and Lace'. I love how positive she is about herself and how she lives her life for her. She is such a strong women and I admire her.
How about your least favorite character?  What makes them less appealing to you?I don't know if I have a least favorite character. I have characters who aren't as strong as others, but I believe that they will get their moment in the sun so to speak.
If you could change one thing about your novel, what would it be?  Why?I wish my novels had gone through a little more editing, there are still a few typos in them.
Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.My new book is my first ménage piece. It started as a very short piece to be a part of an anthology, but that didn't work so I lengthened the piece to submit it on it's own and be a stand-alone books.
What other books are similar to your own?  What makes them alike?My Slayer series has been compared to Sherilynn Kenyon's Dark Hunter series because it has Greek mythology in it, and vampires. I love her work and her books. I think my books are different and I love the strong female leads in mine, rather than a series focused around the male characters, but I like the comparison.

Welcome Cheryl Dragon!

 
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A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.



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Jay and Robbie both bare their bodies at the most popular strip club in Vegas. Pleasing the customer is their main job. However, Jay isn’t going to let the new guy knock him out of the top spot without playing dirty. Dating another stripper is asking for trouble, but in the end Jay finds himself being seduced by the sexiest cowboy in Vegas!






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Name: Jay BelferDOB: 4/11/86Height: 6’2”Eye Color: blueOccupation: Stripper
Bio: After a rough childhood he doesn’t like to talk about, Jay found sex was power. He used his body to come out on top but now he’s got his act together and doesn’t want others to have it as rough as he did.

FavoritesFood: PizzaColor: redMovie: The GodfatherSport: rodeo (once he’s met Robbie)

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Name: Robbie SloanDOB: 3/31/88Height: 6’Eye Color: brownOccupation: Stripper
Bio: Former rodeo rider, his father couldn’t handle his homosexuality and kicked him out with no money. Making his own way to Vegas, he took a job as a stripper.

 FavoritesFood: BBQColor: blueHoliday: ThanksgivingSport: rodeo Season: summer
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Jay Belfer watched his main competition from the corner of his eye. Robbie Sloan was fairly new to the Big D’s strip club. Sexy and friendly, Robbie made it easy to like him. The clients went wild for that cowboy charm. Jay worked hard not to get too close but kept an eye on the new meat. This was a job, and Jay had a lot invested in Big D’s.Everyone knew the “D” stood for Dicks but the owner insisted it stood for her last name, D’Agostino. She loved well-hung men performing in her club, which was actually two strip clubs sharing one big building. One side for male patrons, the other for female. The men’s half of the club featured all-the-way performances on stage. All the men—at least those working on the men’s side tonight—stripped down to nothing. On the other side of the building, another group of guys were doing the exact same thing for a screaming crowd of horny women. Jay never got tired of the rush of being on stage, no matter who he entertained.In this crowd of gay men, he easily spotted the owner, Bev, watching Robbie shake his ass for the crowd. A professional stripper seven years now, Jay kept his eyes on the crowd and connected with the customers. He was still the top draw—for now. The new guy, Robbie, was hard to resist and two years younger at twenty-five. He was tan with short brown hair and dark brown eyes. The guy came from a rodeo background so he was flexible and rugged, but rumors reported he had zero cash. Not unusual given the type of work he’d fallen into.As the men’s pants came off, the crowd cheered. Jay gave them a little smile and saw a lot of regulars out there. Down to gauzy briefs that were pretty much see-through, he let the thrill of the crowd and exhibition turn him on. Jay insisted to himself that it wasn’t Robbie’s tight ass or slightly hairy chest getting his dick up. No way!
ADULT EXCERPTPulling Robbie onto the bed, Jay pinned the naked man and took his own time exploring. He started at the firm legs so it didn’t go too fast. Jay tried to ignore Robbie’s eager hands never pausing in Jay’s hair. Kissing Robbie’s strong thighs, Jay moved up to suck Robbie’s erection.Moaning, Jay loved the feel of this thick cock in his mouth. Robbie lifted and groaned but demanded nothing from Jay. A man this giving in bed would be used and abused if he wasn’t careful. Jay wanted to enjoy him, protect him but it was all too fast and too much.Releasing Robbie’s cock, Jay licked up his stomach and chest. Robbie’s muscle was dense, and Jay squeezed his arms and chest. “Rodeo is hard work?”“You have to be in good shape. Riding, roping and all that. My dad made sure we knew how to care for the animals, too. You have to respect them if you’re going to win.” Robbie rubbed the back of Jay’s neck.“Did you fuck guys you were competing with, too?” Jay regretted the question instantly. Robbie wasn’t a user, but Jay’s natural defenses were hard to rewire. Other strippers had tried to seduce him to counteract the threat.Wasn’t that what he was doing to Robbie? Jay felt terrible and afraid in the same moment. Were his instincts about Robbie right and the guy was genuine, or was that simply what Jay wanted because he liked him? If Robbie left, Jay would be a mess and not just from sexual frustration. Somehow, he didn’t want to be alone now. Talking to Robbie felt right and easier than it should be. Maybe, he was one of the good ones?It made no sense. Jay’d been alone for years, but Robbie didn’t make him long for solitude the way most men did. Robbie wasn’t a user, and Jay knew it. He never set out to hurt people, but some of the new guys and a lot of wilder living dancers needed to be put in their place. Jay didn’t want this nice guy to think he was an ass.Robbie chuckled. “I slept with men who liked men and were around, competition or not. I’m not trying to compete with you. I couldn’t. All I want is to make money. I’ve got some debts to pay off, and I have to live. We all make more with happy customers. I’m not trying to run anyone out or mess with Bev’s deal. I just need more than casual acquaintances. I need friends and connections. I can’t be alone tonight. Don’t kick me out when you promised to screw me all night.”“Sorry, I’m sure we’ve both been used before.” Jay turned off that part of his brain and gave into the sex full force.“And I’m sure we’ve used people before. That’s not what this is.” Robbie sat up and kissed Jay.Believing the hot guy, Jay got on all fours and sucked Robbie’s cock. He hadn’t done this for a man in years but they were connected. It felt nothing like those other men. Robbie stroked Jay’s back and moaned encouragement.“You don’t have to. I want you to fuck me again,” Robbie said.Jay instantly relaxed but kept sucking. Jay’s insides quivered with desires he couldn’t define. He needed to taste Robbie’s cum this time, not wipe it off. It was different. It had to be. Jay had been used plenty, but Robbie wanted more. Jay wasn’t sure if he could give it, but he didn’t want to lose the closeness.Sucking the tip of Robbie’s cock, Jay tongued over and over the sensitive head.“Jay, don’t stop,” Robbie shouted. The reward filled Jay’s mouth seconds later, and he savored it.

Welcome Cindy Jacks!

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Prior to becoming a writer of romantic and erotic fiction, Cindy went to college at the University of Hawaii at Manoa and graduated with a BFA in Art. After a brief attempt at an art career, she decided the ‘starving artist’ life wasn’t for her. She worked for ten years in the corporate arena, but now spends her days as a full time author.Her first published work--The Point of Distraction Series--was inspired by a collection of short stories she wrote to entertain her best friend. Since then she's explored her inner bad girl, producing books full of humor and packed with real emotion.When not chained to her laptop, she enjoys belly dancing, international cooking, and making jewelry. She and her family make their home in the Washington, DC area.




BUY


STORY EXCERPTI didn’t know what would greet me as she opened the door. I half expected heavy metal music to roar in the background and men in gimp suits or slaves on leashes to skulk around their masters’ feet, but the scene was nothing like that. Instead, a group of fairly ordinary folks milled about, cocktails and plates in hand.Sure, there were some people with alarming piercings, some with brightly colored hair and some wearing collars, but most looked just as vanilla as the other patrons in the main dining room. And no one sported a gimp suit.Mildly disappointed, I thanked the hostess and slipped into the room.A beautiful older woman with dyed black hair in a black dress and black Doc Martens greeted me with a toothy smile. “Welcome, welcome. I’m Rocky and this is my little family. Nice to see a new face here.”She took my hand and patted it.A lump so large I couldn’t breathe formed in my throat. “I-I…”“Relax, dear.” She rubbed my back. “You’re among friends.”“Thanks,” I croaked. “I’m Georgia.”“Is that how you want to be known? Most of us use choose a play name, but since this is a your first time we can go with Georgia.”A play name? I hadn’t even thought of that. Online, I’d chosen the username “CuriousGeorgia” but I didn’t think it appropriate going forward.I ran a hand over my auburn curls. “How about Red?”“That’ll work.” Rocky clapped her hands, drawing the attention of the group. “Everyone, meet Red. She’s a novice so play nice…or nicely naughty.”Some of the others flipped waves at me or smiled, but most went back to their conversations.“Get yourself a drink and mingle a bit,” Rocky said, squeezing my shoulder. Then she waved at someone across the room. “Nice to meet you, Red.”As soon as Rocky left, several men walked up. I felt like a wounded fish in the middle of a feeding frenzy. Sharks of all shapes and sizes schooled around me.“Are you here to meet anyone specific?”“Is this really your first munch?”“What kind of play are you interested in?”“Dom, sub or switch?”Rapid-fire questions came from every direction and I didn’t know what to say. Searching the room for Rocky, I saw she was on the opposite side, deep in conversation.Near the banquet table, a tall man with a caramel-colored complexion, cropped black hair and stunning bone structure stared at me. Well, not so much stared as he seemed to be drinking in the buzz around me. The cut of his shirt and slacks spoke of a man with a personal tailor. The clothing skimmed the outline of his well-maintained form without clinging too tightly. His calculating gaze pierced me. I blinked, trying to turn my attention to the bevy of men around me.“I’m really new at this.” I put out my hands, the universal sign for back away, but this only seemed to intrigue them more.Showing up here might have been a mistake. I’d been reticent to dive into the lifestyle for this very reason. But what did I expect? Doms dominated. It was their nature. The fable about the scorpion and the frog flashed through my mind. I felt even more absurd and out of place.But then he materialized in the midst of the throng. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. A mere flick of his wrist dispersed the other men, no objections.“Wow. Thanks.” I drew the tie of my wraparound dress through my fingers.He stared at me without reply, handing me a flute of champagne, his hazel eyes never wavering. A gulp of the bubbly wine steadied my nerves.“I’m Red.” I extended a hand, which he declined to shake.“You can call me Black.” His lips twisted into a predatory grin. “Or ‘sir’ works just as well.”My pulse quickened, pounding so hard I found it difficult to breathe. It was as if he’d drawn all the oxygen out of the room.“What side are you on?” he asked.The meaning of his question took a second to register―he was asking me if I was a domme or sub.“I don’t know yet,” I mumbled.“Oh, you know. You’re just afraid to say it aloud.” He brushed his thumb over my lips. Flinching at the overly intimate gesture, I shifted from foot to foot.Leaning closer, he rested a hand my forearm. Fingertips brushing my skin, he murmured, “I can make you scream out which side you play on.”A rush of breath escaped me―not so much an exhalation, but my body’s way of saying Yes, please, I’d like that very much. My cheeks burning, my cunt equally as hot, I met his gaze.He plucked a napkin from the table, scribbling a few lines on it. “Meet me here next Friday at eight. Don’t be late.”His stare fixed on mine, he paused a second. Maybe he was waiting for my reply or maybe the eye contact was for emphasis. My head swam, a thousand thoughts swirling around my brain. My body buzzed with excitement. Black was the one. No doubt about it.“I’ll be there.” I took the napkin.“I know you will.”With that, he walked away and I watched his retreat, his confident strides hypnotic

ADULT EXCERPTAt 8:55, I knocked on his door. I heard him moving inside the house, but he didn’t answer.A couple minutes passed and still I stood on his porch, the crickets chirping in the cooling night air. Maybe he hadn’t heard my knock. I rang the doorbell.Another minute or so passed and every second that ticked by left me feeling foolish. Why was he making me wait? Finally out of patience, I fished my cell phone out of my purse and hit the auto-dial for his number.As soon as Black jerked open the door, I knew I’d made a mistake. His lips downturned, his eyes narrowed, he folded his arms over his chest.The intensity of his stare unnerved me.Fixing my gaze on the ground, I offered an explanation though he hadn’t demanded one, “I wanted to be sure I was on time.”“But you aren’t on time, you’re early. Nine o’clock means nine o’clock.”“Oh. I’m sorry.”“Go into the dining room and sit.” He moved aside to let me pass. “To your left.”Hurrying to do as instructed, I didn’t have much time to take in the decor of the house. Once I’d taken a seat, I studied the austerity of the mission-style dining table, chairs and china cabinet. One massive photo―at least four feet by six feet―hung on an otherwise bare wall. It depicted a close-up of a fig sliced in half. So suggestive of female genitalia was the imagery that I found myself averting my eyes, sneaking furtive glances. Every time I dared to look at it for more than a couple of seconds, my cheeks burned and butterflies flitted around my stomach.The door clicked shut and I heard his footsteps head in the opposite direction. Then he returned, his cell phone in hand. Drawing his finger across the screen, he turned it so I could read. The glowing display showed his call log.“Read the most recent entry,” he said.“It says Red.”“And is it an incoming call or an outgoing one?”“Incoming,” I mumbled. I knew exactly what I’d done wrong.“I said never to call me.” He grabbed me by the hair and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He wasn’t pulling all that hard…yet.“I’m sorry.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, excited by the control he exerted over me.Setting the phone aside, he moved behind me. Leaning down, he let his lips brush past my ear. I could feel his breath on my cheek and neck. Inhaling his cologne, I closed my eyes, my heartbeat quickening.“You don’t listen.” He tightened his grasp, shaking me a little. I gasped, the pain sharper now, the throbbing of my pussy radiating throughout my body.I didn’t reply, struggling to suppress a smile though I couldn’t figure out just why I felt like grinning.“What’s funny?” He tugged at my hair.The tug hurt so much my eyes watered. “Nothing.”“Say it. Say, ‘I don’t listen’.” His hand my head held back, forcing me to make eye contact.“I―” My voice cracked, arousal and agony gripping my throat. “I don’t listen.”“Do you need me to make you?”“Yes…please.” My legs trembled, my pussy quivering at the thought of what he would do to punish me.Pulling me up and bending me over the table, he pressed my cheek to the cool surface, hand still tangled in my hair, but he’d eased up on the agonizing hold.The skirt I’d taken so much care to pick out wound up crumpled around my waist. He ripped off my panties then caressed the swell of my ass. I heard the jangle of his belt buckle and the whoosh of it sliding out of his belt loops. Oh God, he was going to―Crack!I cried out and squirmed, the initial sting so intense I could hardly stand it, but he held me down.Crack!The belt smacked against my ass, heat spreading over the entire cheek. I yelped and whimpered. A sharp burning sensation ran along the junction of my buttock and my thigh and I was sure he’d given me a welt. The thought turned me on to no end. I was bare-assed, splayed out across a table and one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever met was punishing me. Oh yes, I wanted more.Another crack of the belt and I could feel my juices wetting my pussy lips. The pain transformed from an unpleasant sensation to the heat of a lover’s touch. Instead of a cry of objection, I moaned, writhing against the table.“You like that?” He growled the words, his voice even deeper than usual.“Yes.” I arched my back, thrusting my ass toward him.“Yes, what?” He caught me by the hair again.“Yes sir.”He whipped my buttock again and I called out, the skin raw now. My cunt contracted, so swollen and wet he could have easily slid inside me, no more foreplay needed, but I knew he wouldn’t give me that kind of pleasure yet. I hadn’t earned it.“Your pretty little ass is the most lovely shade of red.”I felt him drop to his knees, running his tongue over the areas that stung the most. A hiss escaped me. Parting my labia with two fingers, he swiped at my slit.“You’re so wet. You’re going to be fun to play with.”I panted, desperate that he continue my training, but instead he righted my skirt and helped me up. Swiping the finger coated in my cream over my lips, he moved in for a kiss. His tongue flicked at the musky fluid then plunged inside my mouth. I inhaled the scent of pussy mingled with his cologne unable to get enough of the heady scent.

Welcome Jana Downs!

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Jana Downs lives in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina with three cats, one dog, several dozen fish, and a very understanding partner-in-crime who hates to read but makes exceptions for her stories.

You can usually find her either watching bad reality TV, buying way too many books on Amazon, or dreaming up another man or two to occupy her time because life is good but several drop-dead gorgeous nonexistent men is just better.

Adult ExcerptHoly cow. Oh my. I wanna touch it.He strained against the cuffs that held him suspended in the air. His mind still wasn’t wrapping around that nifty little trick. He tried to ask how it worked, but he couldn’t. Maybe Elia was onto something with this whole restraint thing. It was making his head spin and his body tighten impossibly. He swore he’d leaked more pre-cum in the last five minutes than he had in the past year. The fact that later they would be watching this, like he and Elia were some sort of very X-rated porno stars, turned his buttons like nothing else. He didn’t know why the idea appealed so much, but it did.It was good in the beginning with David, too. The insidious voice in the back of his head was unwelcome in this moment of pleasure. He didn’t want to think about his ex or the fact that he’d once called the man Master. He’d never been good enough for him and had failed continuously in their relationship. David had turned to violence in his frustration. It hadn’t been Alexis’s fault. He saw that now, and wouldn’t accept abuse from anyone else again. There was a difference between a kinky bedroom spanking and an ass kicking. However, he couldn’t help but think he’d been the root cause of everything when it came right down to it. He’d asked David to play Dom, after all.Elia’s eyes burned into him as he wrapped his hand around Alexi’s erection and tugged. “I do like the way this feels in my hand.” Alexis’s eyes rolled, and he tried to buck up into the touch. “It’s different from mine, though it is similar.”Yes. Please. God. Want to come really bad. He screwed his eyes shut and squirmed. The device held him tightly. Fuck me. Please, fuck me. His toys hadn’t been enough in the intervening months since his last lover. He wanted flesh and blood against him, inside him. He’d never had two cocks before. He didn’t know if he could accommodate, but he sure as fuck wanted to try.“Platform,” Elia commanded. The room obeyed, and a shimmering white surface appeared just in front of Alexis. Wow this place is handy. He remembered the flashes from the tutor. The thought of Elia’s hands spreading his cheeks and fucking him while spanking his ass raw just made him want to come right then and there. The platform had been what the Eoean had used on the tutor’s images to achieve that particular end. He wanted it, craved it.Elia gently pressed on Alexis’s back and bent him forward so that he was ass up for his pleasure. Alexis’s palms pressed against the platform’s warm surface, and he wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t move them from the position. His cheek rested there as well, and his breath created a smear of condensation on the clear surface.As something warm and wet was dribbled between the valley of his buttock, he shivered. His hole was begging to be filled. He was surprised when something inorganic pressed against his opening. He relaxed into the sensation, trusting Elia. He’d said he wouldn’t hurt him. Whatever he was pressing inside him filled him in gradual increments, taking up the space inside him with timed pulses. The vibrations began, and he couldn’t help but scream around the weird gag in his mouth. Talk about being probed by a horny alien. He chuckled a little at the thought, but it skated away as the pulsing flexible thing started to do some major stretching.He managed to raise his eyes to check out the view screen and was supremely pleased by what he saw. Elia’s cock had turned a deeper shade of blue down and a cotton candy colored drip of pre-cum was lubing the plum tip. The second cock was rippling faster on the other one, milking more. Elia’s expression told Alexis that he better stretch soon because he was nearing the edge of no return. Lust had transformed his face into a mask of pleasure mixed with the pain of denial. Alexis understood the feeling all too well.“Raise platform two units.”Alexis’s body rose higher. What was he doing? The thought had no sooner ghosted through his mind when he got his answer. Elia dropped to his knees and sucked Alexis’s cock into his mouth. Alexis screamed as the toy fucked his ass, spreading him as Elia clumsily bobbed his head on his cock. It wasn’t practiced, but it was certainly enthusiastic. It made Alexis wonder if he’d ever given a blow job before.He shut his eyes, unable to take the image of Elia on his knees for him. His ass stretched wider than he’d ever had before. The toy slid over his pleasure spot over and over, fucking him better than any of his own toys ever had.“All Father above, you taste good,” Elia murmured as he pulled off his cock. “I can’t take anymore, Alexis. Forgive me if this makes you uncomfortable, my honor.” He gave the head of his dick one last lick before getting to his feet and circling around behind Alexis’s prone body.Alexis squirmed as much as he could. The toy in his ass was removed, and his cheeks were spread wide. Yes. Take me. Elia.

In the Spotlight Pixie Storm!

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ABOUT Pixie Storm is a writer from the north of England who wrote her first story at 13. She takes inspiration from the world around her and was a bookworm as soon as she learned to read. Writing, like reading, isn’t optional for her, but a must. INTERVIEW Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints? I don’t thrive on stress. I don’t mind editing a book to a deadline because that’s expected of me but I can’t produce material to order and when I’ve tried it in the past, the results have been poor.
How do you know you’ve written a good book?
I know it’s good when I come back to something I might have written weeks ago and when I’m reading it, I can’t remember writing it and I think to myself, wow, did I really write that?
How do you keep your characters and stories organized?  I have a notebook. I make notes on each character’s physical appearance and such things as his date of birth and date of death if he’s a vampire. I also construct a timeline so I don’t get confused over what day I’m up to in the novel.
Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?
I’m a swooper. 
Did you have any bad habits when you began writing? How did you correct those habits?
See question above. I used to read every word I’d written when I sat down the next day and edit it. When I tried not looking at what I’d written, I realized that if I saved the entire book for a mass edit, I got far more work done and more quickly.

BLURB  Severin lost his soul mate ten years ago. Now Nikolaus belongs to another vampire...The vampire Severin Murnau gave up Nikolaus Mayr because he didn't want to turn the human. Now he finds Emil Meissner, his maker, has control of Nikolaus, holding the human as his pet in his castle in Bavaria. Severin and his friend Istvan are at the castle for a gathering. There is unfinished business between Severin and Nikolaus. As soon as they set eyes on each other, their passion rages out of control just like ten years ago. Severin has never touched Nikolaus before. He let him go in the ultimate act of altruism. Now he’s desperate, forgetting all the promises he made to himself. His only option to taste what he’s never had appears to be to join Emil and Nikolaus in bed, but once isn’t enough and he’s not sure he wants to share... Excerpt: Severin slid naked between the cool sheets of his four-poster bed. Two goblets of blood stood on the ornate night stand beside him. His conscience pricked about where they had come from but he could hardly afford to be choosy. It was drink this or go and attack some of Emil’s waiting staff, or worse still, some of the other vampires in the Schloss and Severin wasn’t sure he wanted to visit that sort of trouble upon himself at the moment.The west wing of the castle was quiet, all the reverie concentrated on the far side but it would soon break up. Behind the firmly pulled curtains, dawn streaked the sky in rosy hues. Severin lay back on the pillow and looked at the ceiling. A mirror hung there, showing no reflection. Severin was bemused. Unless Emil had placed the glass to reflect any humans that might be brought to this bed. He imagined watching Nikolaus writhing in the throes of ecstasy and his blood heated. What would Nikolaus be like when having sex? Would he be noisy? Would he cry out when he was penetrated? Would he beg for more? Severin groaned, put a hand below the sheets, and touched his stiff shaft. He had always vowed to himself that he would never know the paradise of making love to and drinking from Nikolaus. So why was he now thinking about doing it ten years later? Had the self-denial finally done for him?His thoughts wandered back once more to that first night in the garden.
He and Nikolaus walked down the path that meandered through manicured shrubbery down to the enclosed fruit orchard. Severin trembled with excitement the closer they got and the darker the air turned around them. He couldn’t remember the last time he had desired a human being so. He wanted to be balls-deep in Nikolaus when he bit him. Nothing less would do. And if he got carried away and it ended in the young man’s death, well, it would be unfortunate but a hazard of the job.Nikolaus admired the stars as he walked. He seemed ill at ease, the tension radiating off him in waves. Perhaps he sensed the danger the closer they got to the fruit orchard. At the end of the path, Severin pushed open a narrow, wrought iron gate. He stood back to allow Nikolaus in first and saw the indecision on the man’s face. Severin could employ some vampire magnetism right about now, but he only did that when he was too thirsty and down at heart to play games. He preferred letting his victims come to him of their own accord, especially where sex was involved. He regarded Nikolaus steadily, drinking in those violet eyes. It was suddenly vastly important to him that Nikolaus wanted Severin for him and not for his vampire allure. He swallowed, unaccountably nervous.“I hear tell these trees contain the sweetest apples in all of Vienna,” he said half-heartedly. He knew he could do better. As a master hunter, he could have torn Nikolaus’s throat out by now.Nikolaus raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that. It’s spring. There won’t be any apples.”Severin cursed his mistake. “As you can see, I’m not much of a gardener.”Nikolaus smiled hesitantly. Still he seemed unsure and Severin felt his patience waning. He didn’t want to be the beast. Not tonight. He preferred to seduce and have a pliable, willing human in his arms. He shivered and his cock throbbed and at that moment Nikolaus stepped through the gate and into the lion’s den.They walked through the budding fruit trees, the fragrance of foliage heady. The moon shone faintly through the bustling branches overhead and illuminated Nikolaus’s milky complexion. Severin was seconds away from taking him.Nikolaus stopped and turned to look at him. “I should probably go back,” he said. His voice was low. His body language was contradictory because he gazed into Severin’s eyes while not making a move to leave.“A few more minutes,” Severin cajoled softly. He lifted a hand and brushed the backs of his fingers down Nikolaus’s apple cheek. His skin was cool and like silk.The human flinched. “You shouldn’t do that.” His breathing quickened, his pupils heavily dilated.“Why not?” Severin questioned.“It’s inappropriate.”“For who? We’re alone. And I get the feeling you want to be touched.”Nikolaus bit his lip. “You’re wrong.”“I don’t think so.” BUY LINK

Welcome Kalista Kyle!

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ABOUTKalista Kyle lives in Maine with her husband, two children, and a zoo of animals. When she's not busy with the evil day job, you can find her at her desk with a cup of cocoa, creating imaginative worlds with unique characters, all fighting to secure their happily ever afters. 
Now Available From Amazon! Name:Joshua PerryAge:23Height:averageEye Color: ocean blueOccupation:Administrative Assistant for Fairbanks Industries
Favorites Food:ChineseColor:  greenTV Show: GrimmHoliday:ChristmasAnimal:Wolf
Name: Caleb ReeseAge:30Height:6’4Eye Color: coffee brownOccupation:  CEO of Fairbanks Industries
Favorites Food:  ItalianColor:  redTV Show: MerlinHoliday:EasterSeason:Fall

EXCERPTWhen he arrived at work, the first order of business was to prepare for the annual budget meeting, which involved getting the boardroom ready and making sure everyone who needed to attend was going to show up. He was knee deep in emails when he looked up to see a man standing over his desk. “May I help you, sir?” Josh automatically went into secretary mode, but then he took a deeper look at the man. His scent was wild and musky, Josh took a deep breath in to keep that scent with him he never wanted to forget it. The Armani charcoal-gray suit fit like it was tailor made for him, clinging to his body in all the right places and it made Josh want to trace the muscles it covered. The crisp white shirt showed off his deep, dark tan to perfection. He had dark, slightly unruly hair, and the deepest, darkest chocolate-colored eyes, fringed with inky black lashes. The aura that flowed off him said alpha wolf to Josh. It was all he could do not to bare his neck in submission. His stare had Josh almost forgetting his name. He couldn’t look away, no matter how hard he tried.“I am Caleb Reese. You must be Joshua Perry.”He held his hand out, and Josh got up to shake it, thankful that his trembling knees didn’t give out on him. The firm grip of Caleb’s hand in his felt like an electric shock going up his arm and straight to his dick. He had never had such a powerful reaction to anyone by just a handshake before, and this puzzled Josh.Josh tried to get himself under control, but his wolf gave a silent whimper when he let go of Caleb.  He had no clue why his body and wolf were on the “Let’s jump Caleb” cheering section. He did know he had to shake himself out of it before he acted on that thought.  He didn’t want Caleb’s first impression of him to be that he was a sex fiend.“Mr. Fairbanks mentioned you were his very efficient secretary, and I would be a fool to let you go.”“Thank you, sir,” Josh responded automatically. He was still a little dazed about Caleb and his reaction to him, and he wasn’t processing all he was saying.  He wanted to get closer and just rub up against him. Gripping the desk, he barely managed to stop the urge to do just that.  He only hoped the other man hadn’t noticed.“I wanted to introduce myself before the meeting later today.” Caleb’s blinding-white smile had Josh entranced. “Harold Fairbanks stepped down last night. I will be running things at this branch from now on,” he said in a crisp New England accent that spoke of money and stature.He was stunned at the news his mentor and boss was stepping down with no notice and equally confused about having feelings this strong for a man he’d just met.

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Leontii Holender lives in the sleepy little town of Greenville, South Carolina. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts and was raised all across the United States. She has lived mostly in the southern states with large cities. She's called New Orleans, Memphis, and Atlanta home, just to name a few. She moved into the area in order to help take care of her ill mother and has since found herself with a plethora of free time to write.

Leontii has been writing for about eight years now and is a full-time author. The writing bug bit her rather early in her life and since she discovered she enjoyed it, she hasn’t stopped. She started writing short stories in high school and has since moved on to focus on novels. She likes writing erotic fiction the most and tends to lean towards strong elements of horror, suspense, fantasy, mythos, and the paranormal.
Who is Leontii Holender?
Ø What inspired you to write your first book?When I began to write my first book, I was working sixty-five hours a week as a restaurant manager. In my down time, I would write as a creative outlet. The inspiration just came, like a strike of lightening, trying to find any way it could to escape. Soon, what started out as a fun side project consumed my waking thoughts. I’d take a notebook with me into work and write in every spare minute I had.
Ø Do you see writing as a career?Yes! Though my hours are hardly ‘regular’ in a 9 to 5 sense, I write every day. I never really realized what a demanding profession it is, but it’s one I find intensely enjoyable. The rewards far outweigh the hours of work. At the end of the day, I can feel satisfied that maybe someone out there can take something away from what I’ve written.
Ø Are there any new authors who have grasped your interest?There are a lot of people in my peer group that grasp my interest.  Everyone has something show you if you are willing to learn. As for specific authors? I read so many books I couldn’t say that there is any one single person who has kidnapped my interest any more than another. I have a voracious appetite for literature.
Ø Is there a message in your novels that you hope readers walk away with?That love comes in many shapes, forms, and sizes.
Ø Are there any new authors who have grasped your interest?There are a lot of people in my peer group that grasp my interest.  Everyone has something show you if you are willing to learn. As for specific authors? I read so many books I couldn’t say that there is any one single person who has kidnapped my interest any more than another. I have a voracious appetite for literature.
Ø What are your current projects?Right now, I’m working on a paranormal ménage series that centers around world building and a family of shifters.

IN THE DEVIL’S SNARE [THE GARDEN OF ELICH] Deep in the untouched bayou of Louisiana, Rafael Astier finds himself stuck in the infamous Broussard plantation with a vampire that is centuries old. With no way out, he finds himself in a sticky situation, and it isn’t the summer’s heat that is causing it.Esais La Bauve is both handsome and strong willed. He’s everything Rafael has ever dreamt about. Attraction quickly turns to desire, and matters of the heart become both heated and complicated. The decision to love or to flee is taken from him when he is thrust headfirst into the past of the Broussard family. If he wants to make it out alive, he’ll have to trust in Esais, one of the living dead.Will Rafael be able to trust in a man that whispers promises too good to be true, or will he succumb to horrors of the plantation’s tortured past?
STORY EXCERPT His place looked like it had been put together with pieces of furniture from a secondhand shop. Everything had rips, tears, dings, or scuffs on it. Even the welcome mat was frayed around the edges. It smelled of mothballs and stagnant air that always seemed to permeate through the home of older people. Somehow though, it had a homey feel and reminded him of his maman and the home that he had grown up in. Bittersweet memories played through his mind.When Rafael came back to, he found himself standing in front of a seventies tweed sofa that had been covered in plastic. Sticking to the plastic-covered couch was perhaps the most handsome Cajun man that he had ever seen. Rafael could tell that the young man was Cajun just by the color of his skin. It was a honey-tan that made the Creole just want to run his tongue along the dip of an exposed collarbone. Rafael flushed with heat as the male’s eyes affixed onto him. How in the world was he supposed to spend weeks cooped up with this guy?His hair was a dark brown and was shaved stylishly short. Obviously the Cajun took pride in his looks. Rafael figured that he even used hair care products beyond the norm of shampoo and conditioner. His hair was maybe an inch at the height of its length, which was just in a faux little peak at the hairline above his brows. This guy belonged on the cover of some high fashion magazine. His cheeks were high and hinted at his French heritage. The Cajuns spawned from the same ancestors as the Creoles, but their bloodline was not quite as pure as Rafael’s.Those warm and sensual eyes that stared out at from beneath lavished, long lashes were a stunning hazel. Within him he saw all the bright spark of vibrant life that Starling’s was missing. It was in those very eyes that he lost himself for a moment too long. When he came back to the world of the waking, the man was standing there with his arm extended.“Uh, are you all right?” he asked.“Oh yea, sorry.” Rafael blushed. “You just looked like someone I might have known.”He reached forward and shook the other male’s hand. “I’m Rafael Astier. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”“I’m Esais La Bauve,” the other said just before he gave him a firm handshake and dropped his hand shortly thereafter.“Well, I’ll let you two get acquainted while I gather the rest of the things that I need,” Starling said as he dipped into another room that appeared to be a rather messy office.Rafael took another minute to drink in the visage of the handsome male. He had to be his age, maybe a little younger. He was wearing a rather tight, white V-neck tee that showed off his nicely tanned skin. He wore a pair of dark-blue and green plaid shorts. The inlaid leather tag about the waistband gave an indication as to the status of his wealth. His shoes were those fancy leather boat shoes that he saw a lot of the preppy kids that vacationed in the city wore. He never really understood why they would pay so much money for such stuff.It was as if this guy was trying way too hard to appear casual. If Rafael could guess it right, the tags had probably just been taken off his entire ensemble, including the scuff-less shoes.Rafael whistled in an almost mocking manner. “You look a little too high-class to be going out into the swamp. What, Daddy made you get a summer job?”“Tchu,” Esais spat with enough venom in his voice that it almost made Rafael take a step back. However, Rafael wasn’t known for his ability to control his mouth.He couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Is that so? Are you going to let me find out how tight your ass is?”The Cajun beau almost looked offended and a smidgen bemused at his cockiness.“I have standards,” the handsome male said as he consciously raked his eyes over Rafael’s body, “and you just don’t meet them. Though, if I ever want to settle for less, I’ll give you a call.”“Mon cher, don’t pretend that you don’t like what you see. I’m sure if that old man wasn’t here right now I’d have to fight to get you off my cock,” Rafael said with an amused chuckle ringing in his tone.“You’re making the gross assumption that I could even find it,” the pretty boy snapped back. The Cajun’s wit was enough to keep Rafael on his toes.Rafael’s mouth opened so he could further berate the other, but Starling decided that was a great time to pop his balding head right out of his office.“Everything is settled, and we are ready to go. It will be about a forty minute ride to the pier where the airboat is and then another fifty minutes or so to the main house,” he announced.They both snapped in unison at the old man, “Great!”
ADULT EXCERPT Esais’s dark, pitch-black lashes fluttered groggily. The thought materialized in Rafael’s mind that the handsome vampire was trapped in the same sluggish stupor as he. He didn’t think that vampires slept. What need did they have for it? Just about that time Esais remembered what the other had said. He had some of the same characteristics as a human.“Good evening,” Rafael murmured warmly to the still quite sleepy vampire.Esais lethargically responded by leaning in and planting a tender kiss upon his lips. Rafael could not stop himself from sliding more closely to Esais’s chilly body and hastily returning the kiss. After last night’s revelations, he felt so connected to the other in a way that he had never before felt with another man. Rafael now had an intimate understanding of the other male. His tender lips pressed to Esais’s with a force that was to be reckoned with. Even though he knew now what Esais was, he could not supersede the strange attraction that he had to him. Maybe what the vampire said was true, that they were destined to be together.Sparks flew between them when they kissed. Rafael could feel icy electricity blazing through his veins and building in his extremities. The searing lightning flowed back into his core and pooled in his loins with such intensity that his body trembled. Mercilessly the hunger built within him, and it screamed for Esais’s affections. Within moments, his twitching cock was pressed uncomfortably against the zipper of his pants. Rafael flushed a little at how quickly he was becoming aroused. Still yet, he pressed in closer to the vampire and continued their kiss.Rafael’s body nestled nearer to that of Esais’s. Though the bed was a queen-size one, the two were pressed against one another so close that they might actually begin to inhabit one body. They were forced so tightly together that Rafael did indeed mildly wonder if their very souls might merge together. The space between them seemed to evaporate like freshly fallen dew off of blades of grass on a hot summer’s morning. The vampire’s arm was thrown over him, holding him tightly as their mouths osculated with unrelenting need.Esais’s strong hands ran over his chest, caught on the hem of his shirt, and dragged it off of him in one fluid motion. Rafael did nothing to resist the act whatsoever. In fact, he arched his back upward slightly off of the bed so that the other would have an easier time in taking it off of him. His dark and probably needful eyes fluttered shut as he felt the vampire’s haunting senses hotly running over his body. Soon enough, he felt Esais’s body slide atop his own and force him back against the mattress with the weight of his convincing body.The feeling of the Roman’s hearty weight atop of his was delectable to Rafael. Even Marcos had not been so masculine. He felt as if he was with a real man, someone that had been hardened by years of a rough life. He could feel Esais’s stiff erection pressing against the strong curve of his hip. The vampire did nothing to stop this and rather it would seem that he did the opposite. Those agile predator’s hips gave a languid roll against his own. Rafael’s tender moan filled the room as their bodies were so harshly rubbed together. The stiff fabric of his jeans was encumbering him in a way that was most unpleasant. He whined for release.Esais was merciful and leaned back some so that his hand could wedge its way between their hungry bodies. His agile fingers popped open the button of his pants, tugged down the zipper, and slid both the jeans and his boxers right off of him. Rafael, though his mind was becoming clouded with hunger, thought it oddly beautiful how elegantly the man moved. He was sure that Esais would have been a sight to see in battle. It was no wonder that his graceful agility had gained the interest of the Hortulani.Rafael hissed lightly as his cock sprung into the cool air of the shared living quarters. His half-lidded eyes gazed ravenously up at the vampire that was pinning him down. He shivered weakly as he felt Esais wrap his skilled fingers about the thick girth of his cock. The vampire’s fingers stroked along his underside, flitted against his circumcision scar, and finally teased along the tender base of his head. It felt so good to have someone take control of him. Marcos would have never done something like this.“You could always feel like this, if you were mine,” the persuasive voice of his vampire lover crooned into the tan shell of his left ear.Those cold fingers slipped down low and touched along his inner thigh. His meticulously careful fingers ran up the length of his inner leg. They moved with skill and poise up along the inside of his thigh and toward his hip. Rafael’s knees slid slightly further apart as his heels dug into the plush cover of the duvet.His throat worked so hard as he swallowed. His heart was pumping at a frantic staccato in the strong cage of his chest. There was a graze of danger in the closeness of their bodies that drove his pulse to the apex of its limits. Rafael could feel a certain thrill of the threat that innately came with being with one of Esais’s kind.There was a breath of frigid air snaking down his collar. Gravity tugged the other to a slight inward lean. The vampire’s voice erupted with a rumbling purr. “Well?”Rafael was too stunned to even fathom a response. His hips twitched as Esais’s dangerous fingers slowly curled about the entirety of his stiffness and gave it a languid stroke from his base to the very tip of his length. The slightly icy component of the other’s gingerly guiding touches caused him to cry out in pleasure. Esais leaned in closer and reached to brush some of the hair at the base of his neck with the back of his knuckles. His nose grazed a patch of exposed skin just beneath his ear. His touches were gentle, soft, and slow. Yet, Rafael knew that his affections held purpose within them.He leaned into the touching and closed his eyes. A shaken breath escaped his kiss-bruised lips.“You aren’t playing fair, mon cher,” the obviously flustered Creole stammered out. Usually he was the one in control of situations like these. He had never been on the receiving end of such endeavors. Now more than ever he could feel his nerves flaring. Here he was, pinned beneath the vampire as if he were the man’s blushing bride.“Are you telling me that you want me to stop?” Esais asked in quiet whispers that licked salaciously along the curve of his neck. Rafael thought that he might faint.“No, I don’t, but I do want you to start playing fair,” he said in a voice that was less confident and more breathy than what was normal for Rafael. His chest rose with the swell of his breath.“Oh, is that so? I play for keeps, Rafael. There is no point if I am not in it to win,” the vampire purred in response. It seemed that Esais was being careful not to overwhelm him too quickly. The vampire touched him with such tenderness it made Rafael wonder if the other thought he might break beneath him.Still yet, the hand that had wrapped about his cock and was giving him a lush fondling held such dominance behind it. Rafael was trapped between the tenderness and the overwhelming urge to submit to the vampire. Everything that Esais did was pushing him further and further toward the cliff of his desire. There was not going to be any hope for his mortal soul if things continued at this rate. He was sliding down a slippery slope, and Esais was ushering him along all the faster.

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