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Friday, October 24, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – To Protect and Service: Ravenous Virtue






Without looking away from her, Vendeen opened the drawer of the small table next to his chair.  He withdrew a cord of braided golden thread.  “Turn around.  Put your arms behind your back.”

Raven whirled smartly, placing her wrists just above her buttocks.  With quick, economical movements, Vendeen tied her hands behind her, running a finger between the cord and her skin to make sure her circulation wasn’t cut off.  Apparently satisfied, he said, “Face me and kneel.”

Raven obeyed, her heart picking up its pace at her vulnerable position between Vendeen’s legs.  He rummaged in the drawer once more and drew out two tiny gold metal rings.  Raven frowned, wondering what they were for.

Vendeen leaned forward to fill his mouth with one of her breasts.  Raven arched at the warm wetness on her flesh and the velvety stroke of his tongue.  He sucked hard, his tongue whipping over the peak of her nipple, drawing it tight and hard in reaction.  Wetness ran down her inner thighs at the delightful sensation.

Vendeen slowly drew back, still sucking to pull her breast taut as he gave up his hold a little at a time.  When he finally released the nipple, it blushed a deep rose and jutted eagerly.  With an appreciative chuckle, he slid one of the gold rings over the nub.

Raven looked at the decoration with bemusement.  If she didn’t know better, she would have said she felt a tightening sensation, as if the ring was conforming to the size of her nipple.

Before she could think anymore about it, Vendeen’s voracious mouth seized the other breast.  Once more, his tongue rubbed to make a rigid peak form, and he sucked hard before letting it go.  The other ring went on and this time Raven knew she felt it draw tight.

How could a metal ring do that?

Vendeen’s mocking half-grin drew her attention.  “I have mentioned I enjoy dishing out a little cruelty?”

“Mentioned and demonstrated.”  His expression worried and aroused Raven at once.  No wonder Todd had so rarely satisfied her.  She had some seriously kinky leanings.

Vendeen said, “You respond to pain.  Look into my eyes, Raven, and keep your gaze there.  Rings, tighten slowly.”

They did so as Raven stared into the black circles of her master’s eyes.  She gasped softly as the firming grip sent shivers of pleasure from her breasts to her clit.  It only took a few seconds for the agreeable sensation to become an ache, however.  She shuddered and moaned.  Okay, it was definitely not comfortable now.  

“Vendeen?” she gasped.

“A little more.  Show me how much you wish to obey my pleasures.”  His wicked smile grew.

Her nipples definitely throbbed now.  The first stab of pain dug a spike into one peak and then the other.  Raven cried out, her arms jerking against the braided cord imprisoning them behind her back.  More splinters of hot agony, and she struggled against her bounds.

“Rings, halt tightening.  Ice.”

The pressure immediately stopped growing, but cold blasted through Raven’s breasts, adding to the hurt.  She couldn’t help but struggle to free her hands and she groaned with torment.  Her vision blurred with tears from the poignant pain.  She saw how Vendeen’s eyes widened as he watched her defy him by trying to escape her bonds even as she obeyed by staring into his eyes and remained kneeling at his feet.

He nodded.  “Some day you will accept my entire will as your own, but for now I am pleased.  This is a very good start.”

Vendeen’s approval reached Raven through the roar in her ears.  Even as her breasts bitterly complained, the pit of her stomach warmed.  He was pleased with her.  She didn’t want to like it, but she did.


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Wednesday, October 22, 2014

WIP Wednesday – First Mataras: Michaela





“Michaela, we need to talk.”

“Not now. I’ll get back to you.” To herself she added, “When Hell freezes over.”

“Michaela, open the door.” 

There was command in Korkla’s voice, a note that made Michaela instinctively start to comply. That she’d nearly obeyed him without thought pissed her off even more.

Making herself settle back in the basin, she yelled, “I said no! I have nothing to say to you right now. I don’t know how to make that any plainer to you, Korkla. Oh wait, yes I do. Fuck off!”

Silence followed her furious rant. Michaela looked toward the door, wondering if the clan had left. The thought made her guts squeeze tight.

I shouldn’t have gone that far. I shouldn’t have said it like that. Stupid! But damn it, they hurt me first. They’re just stringing me along. They don’t want me after all. They see me as nothing more than a potential incubator for their babies. Well, I may be a freak, but I’m also a decent person. I deserve more—
 
Her thoughts broke off as the door suddenly hummed opened. Michaela gaped as Raxstad stalked in, followed by the other two men.

They froze when they caught sight of her in the basin. The three men looked nothing alike, but they appeared identical in that moment with their eyes growing large and round and their mouths dropping open in shock. Michaela stared back for a few seconds before she remembered she was naked. She drew her legs up to her chest, trying to hide her nudity.

“Get out,” she said. She’d intended her order to come out strong and certain. Instead, her voice trembled, barely louder than a whisper. 

The men exchanged looks. Then Korkla stepped forward to lead and the other two followed him right to the edge of the basin. The darkness in their eyes made Michaela edge back.

The commanding tone remained in Korkla’s voice. “You’re going to talk to us.”

Michaela swallowed. It was on the tip of her tongue to agree, but the scary-exciting way the three men looked at her kept her from doing so. Instead she quavered, “I’m taking a bath.”


Releasing Halloween week.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Cover Reveal - First Mataras: Michaela

As always, a gazillion thanks to Erin Dameron-Hill for another fantastic cover. Her work never disappoints, and Michaela may be my absolute favorite.Gorgeous, splendiferous, magnificent ... there are not enough words to express my love for this cover.




Just a little more than a week to go and it's out!

Friday, October 17, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – Sister Katherine






At last Simdow released her breast from his voracious attention.  She felt her pulse thud in the swollen, engorged tip.  Her nipple had turned scarlet during its capture.

She only noted this for a moment, because Simdow’s dark gaze captured hers.  A bestial smile twitched his lips as she stared at him.

“My lovely Katherine,” he breathed.  “I enjoy your attempts to fight me off.  I like that I excite you so much that you try to make me stop.  I give you leave to continue.  Be as ferocious as you like, all the while knowing I will take all you have to offer.  You cannot deny me.”

With that, he bent to the other breast.

As he tormented her with a rapture that made her alternatively beg for more and struggle to make him stop, Simdow’s hand crept between her legs.  He moaned to discover her so soaked that the linens beneath her had gone damp.  The feeling of his fingers probing her folds and teasing her clitoris added to the cacophony of rampant elation coursing through her body. 

“Too much,” she wailed, even as she writhed in an attempt to get him to rub her sex harder.

“I haven’t even begun,” he answered.

As if to prove his point, he slid a finger inside her.  Katherine went absolutely still.  She stared at him with wide eyes as her shocked mind dealt with the invasion.  It wasn’t the flesh she’d worried over since being taken captive, but she’d been intruded upon just the same.

Simdow watched her carefully, slipping nearly all the way back out.  Then his finger filled her again, going all the way in.  The strangeness of feeling a trespasser brought Katherine some way out of her earlier rapture.  It didn’t feel terrible.  Her sleeve even clutched at Simdow’s finger, as if it would pull him farther inside her.  She wasn’t sure what to make of this joining.

Still keeping an eye on her, Simdow lowered his face to gently kiss one flushed breast.  His finger remained imbedded and his palm brushed her swollen nub, drawing circles over it.

Bliss returned in a rush.  Katherine’s honey gushed over Simdow’s hand as a moan escaped her lips.  The confusing oddness faded, allowing euphoria to return her into its seductive embrace.

Simdow’s finger moved in and out, his palm continuing to rub delightfully over her straining clitoris each time he penetrated fully.  His lips sipped delicate kisses from her nipples, sending more darts of mind-uncoupling pleasure to her hearth.  Katherine became gradually aware that her hips moved of their own accord, rising and falling to increase the friction that smoldered.

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

WIP Wednesday – Clans of Kalquor 9: Alien Indiscretions




                Thinking about that, Diltan told Oiteil, “I’m still marked by many as being enraptured with the Imperial Clan. These men don’t tend to forget such things easily.”
                His friend quirked a knowing smile. “It’s a good thing you’ve kept your appointment with the empress’ cousin under wraps. In a few minutes the voting will be done, however, and who you attract for a Matara is no longer a factor – until the next time you want a piece of legislation passed.”
                Diltan shrugged. “My choice for a lifemate is my business. A Matara lasts much longer and is of more importance than my political career. Her connections to the Imperial Clan notwithstanding, Matara Tasha is a lovely woman.”
                “And if she doesn’t work out, there is the sister, correct?”
                Diltan snorted. “I have no interest in the twin. If Tasha is not compatible with my clan, I will happily move on to a woman with no Imperial connections.”
                The wry tone he spoke with made Oiteil snicker. “It’s like that, is it? Alike in looks but not in personalities?  Is it really impossible to tell the two females apart just by looking at them?”
                Diltan thought about the rough-around-the-edges twin. “They are identical physically. However, that doesn’t really matter.  After a moment or two, you get a good idea of which is which.”
                Oiteil considered. “Isn’t that amazing? Two women, identical in features, raised in the same household, and yet utterly different in personality.”
                “Indeed. Matara Cissy is – how can I say this? Spirited. That’s a good word for it. Tasha is more, uh, sedate.” Diltan frowned. He’d almost described Tasha as ‘predictable’. Which she seemed to be, and that was a good thing. The last thing he wanted was a mate that left him guessing all the time.

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Friday, October 10, 2014

Weekend Wake-up Call – Clan Beginnings: Clan and Conviction (M/M/M)






Gelan and Wynhod held him there, their faces wearing twin expressions again.  However, behind the merriment lurked something darker, something ... predatory.  Things low in Krijero’s gut clenched.
Gelan said, “It’s where we live.”

Wynhod added, “We thought you might like to spend the night.”

They were already touching him, fingertips skating over his chest and abdomen.  Heat coiled deep within his belly even as a cold wash of fear stuttered his heart.  Krijero tried to shove the hands away.  

“Just a minute.  I agreed to observe you and tell you where you’re going wrong with other Imdikos.  No one said anything about sex!”

Wynhod grabbed his hands.  The Nobek pinned them over Krijero’s head against the cool metal of the shuttle.  Meanwhile, Gelan kept stroking the Imdiko’s torso with a touch both masterful and assured as if he had every right to enjoy Krijero’s body.  Krijero’s cocks twitched and began to harden, filling with delicious heat.
 
 Gelan asked, “Don’t you think an appraisal of our bedroom prowess is in order?  Don’t you need to experience the entire situation in order to give us a full evaluation of what we’re doing wrong?”

Before Krijero could answer, Gelan’s mouth covered his.  The Imdiko’s lips parted out of pure reflex, and the Dramok’s tongue accepted the inadvertent invitation.  It slipped in, sliding over Krijero’s, enticing him to taste back.

Gelan tasted of primal male, a wild and intoxicating flavor.  Krijero moaned and sucked on the Dramok’s raspy flesh as the heat of the kiss traveled to the back of his throat.  It seared down his spine into his belly, making him rigid with need.  A spicy scent told him he was lubricating, his body readying for pleasure.  He couldn’t think past the eagerness of his senses as Gelan plundered his mouth with absolute authority.  They were about the same height, so when the Dramok moved close to let their bodies touch, they lined up perfectly.  Chest rubbed to chest, belly to belly, erection to erection.  Those strong hands were gripping Krijero’s ass now, pulling him even closer so that the heat of Gelan’s loins spread to his.  Wynhod still held Krijero’s wrists pinned over his head, but the Imdiko barely noticed.  He couldn’t have resisted if his life had depended on it.

There was nothing but that mouth on his, that body against his, those hands on him.  Those things and blatant, uncompromising need.  Krijero’s entire body became one devouring ache.

Gelan finally ended the kiss.  His head tilted back and he looked into Krijero’s eyes.  The Imdiko only now realized that his hair was brushed back, out of the way.  However, he couldn’t get past that riveting stare Gelan had on him to duck his face and let his hair fall forward.  He couldn’t think past the big, strong body pressed tight against his.  Gelan’s body drove every lucid notion from his head.  He struggled to pull himself together.