Sorry for all the updates this weekend! I don't have a lot of time to write during the week, so I'm trying to set this all up now. :)
One-starring this because it's a first draft, and GOD, can this author NOT edit?*
*spoilers: no, she can't.
OK, I just remembered you can mark books as currently-reading to post updates about them, so now I can do that instead of just posting random status updates and blog entries.
Hi! This is a story I've been working on in secret for about a year and a half. I told myself if I stayed with it, I'd make my story public, and I did, so I did. It's still a pretty rough draft, but it's free to read on Wattpad. Yay!
It's been a while since I could get excited about writing anything, apart from book reviews (yesss, book reviews), so I can't tell you how good it feels to be pumped about my work again. ^.^
I've also written a blurb about it on my author blog, although it does contain spoilers. Nothing critical to the plot or anything like that, but some people like to go in completely blind when reading a new book for the first time and I respect that. If you're interested, here's another link.
If you have time, please leave a comment. I'd love any sort of feedback. :)...more
******NSFW SEX SCENE WITH SPOILERS READ AT OWN RISK*******
P.S. YOU'RE WELCOME
(c) 2018 Nenia Campbell, AKA Nenia the Literary Pervert, subject to change in final copy
(view spoiler)[The kiss was over almost as quickly as it began, but singed no less because of it. Her lips felt dry and raw, and she had to resist the impulse to lick them. Her breasts tingled, and her entire body seemed to ache.
Finn watched her with cool eyes, his face an impassive mask that was betrayed only by the pounding of his heart. It throbbed in her ears, a wild, desperate rhythm. “Did you not enjoy it?” he asked idly.
She grabbed him by his lapels and slammed him into the wall. He grunted, but the sound was too low to be purely pain and part of her echoed dully in response. Her hands were shaking, her mouth still chilled from the cool sweep of his tongue. There was darkness in his eyes and his hands dug into her when he put them on her waist, biting painfully into her skin.
“So rough. You’re a vicious little hellcat when you’re angry.”
“I thought you were into that.” She fisted his shirt, tightening her grip until the fabric cut into his skin and his breathing hitched. Something like hunger shot through her as she felt his lean body strain against her and she saw the vein jump at the base of the strong column of his throat. She stepped closer, lowering her head, until her mouth was just inches from his pulse. Catherine felt the witch go still as her breath teased that place where his very life seemed to concentrate. His hand slid from her hips to her ass, fingers cupping just over the apex of her thighs, making her jeans rasp between her legs. “Hard, rough—like rutting in the woods, isn’t that what you called it?” Lightly, she dragged her lips against his neck, and she felt his fingers tighten.
The stitches on his shirt were resisting. Then they tore, scattering the cheap white buttons across the motel floor, baring his freckled chest with its light dusting of coppery hair that tapered, arrow-like, down his muscled abdomen to disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans. He sucked in a breath as she shoved the fabric of his shirt aside to run her hands over that pale expanse, feeling the dips and swells of the muscle that lay just beneath as she bit and licked his marble-cool skin. “Witch?” His nipple puckered under her probing touch, and she pinched him, tilting her head back to watch the reaction that played out across his face in quick succession. So beautiful, she thought, as his teeth clenched and his head tilted back, feathering his bright hair against the wall. But in his own way, he’s just as wild as I am. “Isn’t that right?” she added, as soft as death.
“What?” The word left his mouth unwillingly. His lower lip was swollen. Catherine hid a smile. He’d been biting it.
She flicked her tongue against his earlobe. “You want to fuck me.”
When he didn’t answer she let a finger trail down his stomach. The witch swore and pulled her more firmly against his body, holding her like he wanted to break her, holding her so closely that she was forced to move her hand so it wouldn’t be crushed between them. “Catherine.” It was a snarl.
She felt him swell against her belly, even though they were standing mere inches apart. Defiantly, she ground herself against him, shaping their bodies so as to mimic the position of fucking perfectly if only it weren’t for their jeans, and said, heavily, “Isn’t this how you want it?” “No,” he growled and kneaded her ass sharply through her jeans, hard enough to make her wince. He rocked against her, a hard thrust that made her knees weak. “I want you bent over and on your knees as I fuck you from behind. Hands behind your back. My teeth at your neck.”
She must have made a sound, reacted in some way, because he gave her one of those humorless smiles. “Surprised, shifter? Perhaps hunting your kind turned me wild. I picked up so many of your ignoble habits, and not just the ones you use for combat.” He ran his hands up her waist. “If you want to be fucked like an animal, I can be as rough and filthy as you want.”
She swallowed hard.
His face was all harsh lines and rough edges in the half-light. The irises of his eyes, with those yellow sunbursts and green-black rings, gleamed darkly like polished serpentinite. A proud face: a mask—and for a moment, she had glimpsed the flesh and blood beneath.
She looked into those eyes. “You’re the worst kind of hypocrite.”
He laughed. The sound of it sent a shiver down her spine. Then his gaze fell to her mouth, and his eyes grew dark. “The price of power,” he said softly.
He stretched down and sealed his mouth against hers in a bruising tumble of tongues and teeth. She fought him for control using his own shoulders as leverage as she tried to force him back. His grip on her was like steel now, causing a dull throb of pain where he touched. It would almost certainly bruise.
She caught his lower lip between his teeth and tugged, sucking on the pinioned flesh as she worked his shirt off his shoulders. It got caught in the crook of his elbows but he didn’t seem to care. He slid his hands up her waist, beneath her ruined blouse, until he was cupping her breasts. He thumbed her nipples idly, flicking them until they were hard points beneath the cotton as they kissed against the grubby wall.
“Sweet gods.” His cock was pressed in that sweet spot between her legs, each movement of his hips causing a fierce burst of fire in her belly. She wanted him inside her, wanted his hands on her, touching her just so. “Don’t stop.”
Finn drew in another breath. Her eyes, which she didn’t remember closing, cracked open. He was watching her the same way a starving animal tracked difficult prey. She let out another rough sound as he thrusts his hips against her, driving her up the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, and he pushed up her shirt, his hands on her body now visible. “Do you want to know something?” “What?” The word was ripped unwillingly from her lips as she tore her mind from the slide of his fingers on her feverish skin. It felt as though she were watching him touch someone else, which it made it more jarring each time he shattered that disconnect by touching her in just the right way. “I’ve wanted you since I first hunted you in the woods.” He brushed his mouth lightly over hers, which had parted. “You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I couldn’t decide whether to pluck you out of the sky and cage you, or simply break your wings.”
The calm in his voice unnerved her into looking up. His eyes were like glacial ice floating forgotten in a deep, black sea.
“I almost took you then.”
She felt a flicker of fear. “W-why are you telling me this?” “Because I’ll level every building—” his hands flamed with magical warmth that seared her skin “—and raze every tree if you ever run from me again, Catherine Pierce. That’s what I did the first time you escaped me. I set your woods on fire and I watched them burn.”
She sucked in a breath. Good gods, he was insane.
“And,” he continued, in that same soft voice, a voice as soft as the hands on her breasts and with the same air of ill-concealed restraint, “if you run to him, my little shape-shifter, I’ll set him on fire, too.”
He flicked her nipples again, not quite painfully. Catherine covered his hands with hers and dragged them off her breasts, letting her top fall back in place. His hands were shaking, but then, so were hers, and she swallowed hard when they clasped none too gently over hers.
“You are mine,” he said roughly.
“I can’t believe it.” She shoved him away. “You’re jealous. Over David.”
His aura flared, sparking where it met the edges of hers. White and gold, melting into liquid silver. He tugged his shirt the rest of the way off, letting it flutter to the floor. “I don’t need to be jealous of what’s already mine.”
They locked eyes. “I’m not yours,” she said.
“You act like you’re mine.” He started for her again, a slow, deliberate prowl that had Prey skittering around in unease. “We’ll see, won’t we? I think I’ve had just about enough foreplay.” (hide spoiler)]...more