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"The world building in Dark Paradise is incredible. Hunter does a fabulous job describing all facets to Cin's new world. I really enjoyed the book and I really, really look forward to the follow up story." Bookgrrl1976 from NOR
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The sex on stage became a banquet of depravity as a dozen naked people gathered around the restrained captives. Two men--one slender, one large--appeared in her peripheral vision and started kissing, and for a moment her heart stopped.
But when she jerked her head around to give them a better look, she was disappointed to find it was not Dmitri and Jake.
Book two in the Caity Strange series--The Breaking of Caity Strange--is now finished! I'll be sending it off to my editor tonight. I'll keep you guys updated on the progress. I'm already starting to write book three in this series--Killing Bastard. Book One, Dubious Consent, is available at Ellora's Cave
She changed out of her uniform, tired in a good way, and said good-bye to the couple of lingering waitresses. She ignored Michael, because that’s what he seemed to want, but when she passed him on her way out he looked up and sent her a smile as heart-stopping as it was sweet. She stumbled and before she could right herself her arm was taken in a firm grip. Her first uncontrollable thought—oh God, he’s found me I’m dead—caused her to scream so loudly that Mrs. G came running from her back office. Selene had jerked from the grip and slid down the wall to huddle shaking on the floor before she realized it was not Robert. It was Trey.
He stood glowering down at her with a look in his eyes that screamed murder, and for the first time since she’d met him she truly afraid of him. He bent over and encircled her upper arms with his big hands, and jerked her to her feet.
“No, no, don’t…” was all she could choke out.
But he only pulled her against his chest and with his palm against her head, kept her there.
“What on earth?” Mrs. G asked.
Selene didn’t wrap her arms around his waist, as much as she wanted to. She hung limply in his grip, humiliated and furious with herself for having such a knee-jerk reaction. Furious with Robert for terrorizing her even though he was so far away.
“I’m going to take her home,” Trey said. “Come with me, Michael.”
She frowned against the softness of his shirt. Michael? And then … home? By the time it occurred to her that he meant her home, he had picked her up and was carrying her to her car. “Got her keys? Open her doors.” Then he looked down at her. “Michael will follow and pick me up after I’ve dropped you off. I don’t want you driving.” He sat her gently in the passenger side of her car, then hurried around to slide under the steering wheel.
Her heart was slowing its erratic beat and all that remained was the slow burn of humiliation. “I’m fine, Mr. Colucci.” She glanced at him long enough to see one dark brow raised, a half smile on his face. “Sweetheart, I’ve been inside you. I think it’s okay to do away with the mister.” Excerpt from Moonrise
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...With each suck he pulled something from her, a long, thin line of ecstasy that seemed to start in her belly and pussy and move through her in a long, slow wave. By the fourth suck, her entire body was affected, and she arched her back and screamed again.
It was too much. Something had to happen, some explosion that would relieve the pressure building inside her and bring a climatic end to the torture. She needed to come.
He slid a long finger inside her and fucked her gently —too gently, too slowly, too good. She hadn’t known such sensations existed. Please, please. She couldn’t speak, could barely form coherent thoughts, just hoped soon he would release her to orgasm.
When she thought she might rather die than continue with such unending pleasure, he finally pulled his fangs from her flesh and straightened.
His skin was brighter, his once-black eyes were now blue fire, his hair shiny. He unbelted and dropped his robe, where it was immediately scooped up by an attentive Dominique, and he walked to her side to show her his erection.
“This is what you have given me, Natasha.”
He was whipcord lean and slim, without a single ounce of fat evident on his pale body. His hard cock was long and thick with an angry reddish head that somehow must fit inside her. His dick was huge, like a fleshy battering ram. It almost looked too big for his body and the sight of it inflamed her to the point that she jerked at her restraints, angry.
“Please!” she cried, afraid that he’d leave her deprived and hurting. “Please, Master!”
...His eyes widened when he saw the scar over her heart. “You really stuck a knife into your heart.” She smiled. “I really did.” He traced the ridged scar gently, his finger hesitating at her nipple. When she didn’t protest, he went on to caress her nipple gently, lovingly. “There is so much special about you, little Caity.” “The session is coming in minutes, Samson. They may not take the time to ready me. Would you like to?” His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Samson was her handler, and yet they’d never touched in a sexual way. Beads of sweat popped out on his dark face, and he merely stared at her. “Not to fuck me,” she told him. “Just…get me wet. Turn me on, Samson. After all, I’ve heard that’s part of a handler’s job.” Her nipples stiffened, and between her legs she began to throb. She wouldn’t need much preparing. She was ready now. But Samson…she wanted him to touch her. She might never see him again and he’d been her only friend. He bent his knees and knelt before her. His face was even with her breasts. He was enormous, her Samson, the bulkiest, biggest man she’d ever seen. He didn’t lift his hands to touch her, but opened his mouth and slid her nipple into his mouth. Her breathing quickened as he took his time with that one nipple, rolling it with his tongue, sucking gently...
Vampires were everywhere, and they did not give way easily beneath the onslaught of the powerful wolves. But with the arrival of Kimberlyn and Andrew, the power within them exploded outward and joined the power of Logan and Elijah. The circle may not have been complete without their fifth, but it was a hell of a lot of power. It rolled through the crowd, touching the pack with long, misty fingers, and their howls gave voice to its authority. When some of the vampires tried to run, the wolves brought them back with an almost playful ferociousness. The vampires’ sudden fear was a palpable force that served to feed the wolves’ raging hunger, egging them on to an unstoppable, greedy need. They would defeat the vampires. They would kill the vampires. Age-old knowledge and memories reminded them that the vampires had once mastered them, and as one, the wolves avenged themselves... ~Asylum, book two in the Sanctuary series ♥ And the winners of the book giveaway are--
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...She would be attractive to a man, as deep inside her the female Gamlogi stirred and beckoned, but he wouldn’t understand that. Not yet.
His eyes darkened further, but she also saw a spark of doubt. He was so close she could have kissed him or licked the beads of water from his skin. And as she thought it, she did it. She leaned into him and darted out her tongue to touch him.
“Damn you,” he groaned, his voice strained and raw and horrified. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on. Who are you?”
“Shhh,” she whispered and moved a little closer. His hand still lay at her throat, heavy and warm and almost helpless. She’d brought the big, bad Copas to his knees, and part of her was proud. The other part was simply hot. So turned on she could barely breathe, she eased still closer.
Their bodies were touching, just barely, and she reached up to close his eyes. “Just feel me, Jak.” She took her fingers away, and his eyes remained closed. His breathing was harsh, his big body tight, straining.
Slowly she slid her hand down his chest, over his belly, and to his hard, huge cock. As soon as she touched the tip of it, he jerked, and she could see his jaw bunch as he clenched his teeth. But he didn’t shove her away.
She moved her hands around to his hips and gently pushed him into her, sighing when his hands went to her shoulders. It still wasn’t a caress, or even relaxed, but his fight was less.
The water lapped gently around them. The moon cast a gentle glow, and the world was quiet. She felt insulated with him, as though there was no one else in the world but the two of them. And they weren’t two unfriendly bounty hunters after the same target. They were just two people who wanted each other.
No sense in fighting it.
Once again she touched his erection, smiling when his reactive jerk was smaller and quicker. He threw his head back, still unwilling to look at her, but that was okay. She understood.
She wrapped her hand around him, trailing tender kisses over his chest. His fingers tightened on her shoulders, and she pressed him to walk backward to shallower water.
He trembled as she knelt before him and took him into her mouth, his quiet groans urging her on. It surprised her how much she actually wanted to please him.
She cupped his firm, wet sac and slid him in and nearly out of her mouth, swirling her tongue around his hard length like he was the tastiest treat she’d ever had.
Despite his pleasure, Jak was tortured. She could feel it in the tightness of his grip, the strain of his body. “I can’t,” he finally muttered and arched himself away from her.
She sat in the water, torn, as he splashed away from her. She wanted him like she’d never wanted anybody, but was that lust enough to make up for the trouble it would cause if she showed him her true self?
Her gaze on his hard, wet body as he strode from the water, she just sat there, unable to make up her mind.
He decided for her as he snatched his clothes off the ground and faded into the shadows...
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“The donor has arrived,” her shadow said. “The walking cock is here.”
Mila gave Cho a level look. “Walking cock, Cho? Really?”
He returned her look with a cool one of his own. “Really. That’s what he is, sweet. That's all he is. A cock. It will shoot into you the seed that you need to get the one thing you want more than anything else in the world.”
Wild Rose ran inside, her cheeks flushed a bright red. “He’s here, Mila!”
Mila wrapped her arms around the other woman, her heart pounding hard from excitement. “Is he very ugly,” she whispered, “and quite hideous?”
...He pushed his breeches over his hips and stood before her, naked and proud.
Glancing over his shoulder to see if the clan was indeed spying, he put his hands on his hips and waved his enormous cock at her. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, Mila. Ednians would make you blush with their unashamed ways.”
She barely heard him. Oh…the man was pure masculine beauty. He wassex. Her pussy clenched with the desire to have him inside her. Her lungs froze, refusing entry to whatever air she might be able to drag inside her gaping mouth. Unable to swallow, she feared she might actually drool in front of this man. This god.
Intense Edgy Erotic Romance
One clan whose men can’t impregnate their women. One clan that does their duty. One woman who wants a baby more than anything. One man who gives her the chance. A terrible curse, jealousy, revenge, and attempted murder. Join Lake in a race against time to save the woman he loves and his unborn child.
Five stars from Goodreads member Yvette Davis--
"I pretty much only give 5 stars to a book that I would gladly read again. And this is one that I would gladly read again."
"...here's why YOU should buy this book, NOW:
1. You like vampire stories, but you don't like them all warm and fuzzy. You want some danger to your read.
2. You like smutty interludes with odd creatures.
3. You like to mix it up with a dark -fairly tale like - read once in a while that grips you by your toes and makes you squeal!
4. You like girls and guys that are tough enough to do what they need to do, and don't mind seeing a few of the characters who gave the H/H a bad time coming to a bad end!
5. In summary, you like smutty fairy-tale-like dark stories about vampires who aren't as nice as they seem (pet, pet, but don't bite!) and like a read that will keep you turning the page for hours at a time.
Fear rushed through her when Mach grunted and Elder straddled her body, facing away from her. He kept his weight off her by folding his legs beneath him and rising slightly, but she still felt the heaviness of his body.
His balls slid against her belly when he moved, and all she could see was his back and ass. She put her hands on his ass and pushed, but she would’ve had better luck moving a boulder. He didn’t budge.
Day came, sneaking up on them before she’d realized it was the end of night, and she drew in a deep, harsh breath.
At least the night shadows had kept her feeling partially hidden, but now, with the brightness of day, she’d be well and truly exposed to every eye in the camp.
Elder bent forward and hooked her behind the knees, pulling her legs up and open so widely she cried out. He ignored her hands on his skin; she beat at him, scraped her nails down his flesh, and he didn’t acknowledge her at all.
Stark against the lightening sky, Mach stared down at her, then leaned over and stroked her pussy.
She screamed, unable to help herself, and watched as Danix crept ever closer. He had his cock in his fist, she was dismayed to see, and she wondered if he decided to take her right then, could Mach stop him?
Mach answered her question before it was asked of him. He straightened and turned toward the housekeeper, his growl a low warning.
For a moment, the two huge warriors faced each other, cocks equally hard and huge, then Danix backed off.
Elder pulled her legs open even farther, and even as she yelled in anger, she slid her hand between his ass and her belly and felt for his heavy sac.
“Careful,” he murmured.
She moaned as Mach continued massaging her clit. He pushed his fingers inside her, fucking her with them deep and slow, both hands busy bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Fight!” Danix’s yell pierced her brain like a poison-tipped arrow and sent a shot of adrenaline through her body.
But she didn’t need him to give her permission to fight. She’d been headed down that path before he’d even opened his mouth. After all, Elder had already informed her of Danix’s proclivity for violence...
"Cassidy Hunter's Dark Paradise is a science fiction/ fantasy/ post-apocolyptic/ romance. This book has it all: strong heroine forced to rely upon her wits (and boy, does she!), aliens, and two very fine individuals who are more than willing, nay, eager, to add the third to their duo.
Cin has been sent to a prison colony, forcing her to leave her daughter behind. She is compelled to earn her pass to paradise in the bounties she collects. When she hears grunting and groaning by a nearby copse, she is intrigued. As she watches, a dominant man and his smaller lover have sex, which titillates her. Unknown to her, she is not as hidden as she thought and soon she meets Elder and Mach- one is a half human alien and the other a convicted felon.
The world building in Dark Paradise is incredible. Hunter does a fabulous job describing all facets to Cin's new world. I really enjoyed the book and I really, really look forward to the follow up story."
He stood, blocking her escape. “Well, get the fucking coat off before I rip it to shreds.”
She frowningly studied the damage he’d done but looked up quickly at his words. Or his tone. He was never real sure which. Her eyes narrowed, a sure sign she was pissed. He didn’t mind Kimmy pissed, the little spitfire. She turned him on when she fought him. Just like he turned her on when he took command and control. He knew his Kimmy.
“I’m going back to Sanctuary.” She turned her perfect little nose up at him and spun around, like she thought he’d actually let her go.
He smiled, unable to help himself. “Nah, baby. You’re not.” He grabbed a handful of the back of her coat and yanked her against his chest. “You came for this, didn’t you?” He pushed his fingers inside her coat and felt for the hem of her shirt. He skimmed his fingers over her warm belly, then cupped a soft, naked breast.
She squirmed against him, and he bent his knees so her backside wiggled against his hard cock. “Damn you, Elijah. Why do you have to make me so mad?”
“Why do you have to make me so horny?”
He squeezed her breast, hard. “Shut up, Kimmy. I’ve got better things for you to do with your mouth than talk. Besides…” With his free hand, he unfastened her jeans, thrusting his hand down inside her thin panties. “We’ve got an audience.”
He found her clit and began rubbing, growling low in his throat when she shuddered against him. She sniffed the air. “Elijah, no! Who?”
“Some bored wolves looking for a quick thrill.” He rubbed faster, getting her little clit so excited that she moaned and melted against him. Kimmy was sex.
Regretfully, he took his hands from her body and started pulling at her clothes. “Let’s get you naked, Kimmy girl. And don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”
She groaned as he pulled her this way and that, until at last she stood bare and shivering in the cold. Her lips were parted, and she panted slightly, not even attempting to hide her body from him or the hidden, watching eyes.
He couldn’t help but stare for a moment. His Kimmy had a body that would make a man do pretty much anything she wanted, but she hadn’t seemed to grasp that little fact yet. She might be a sweet healer, but she’d also admitted long ago that sex was her drug, and she was extremely addicted.
Something about that, knowing that she couldn’t resist, that she had that much need, drove him crazy. And he liked giving her what she needed. Fuck, yeah.
Her nipples hardened, from the cold or his regard—he couldn’t tell and didn’t care. And while he stood staring at her like a kid staring at the most amazing toy he’d ever seen, she turned and ran.
He groaned. Kimmy was so fucking much work. But he couldn’t think of anyone more worth it. Growling to give her warning that he was hot on her trail, he ran after her.
There were certain perks to being the fourth. His Kimmy was one of the biggest and best.
He followed her through the woods, his gaze upon her white backside. “Kimberlyn, stop!”
But her laugh floated to his ears as the fleet-footed tease nimbly dodged trees and low, reaching limbs, laughing, perhaps, at his clumsy and loud pursuit. He crashed through that which she would have danced around, but Kimberlyn, though fast, would never outrun him.
He could have shifted and caught her, but he didn’t need his wolf to catch a single female. After all, she hadn’t shifted.
Breath billowing from him in great clouds, he drew close enough to hear her pants of excitement, of fear. He knew he could be too rough sometimes, but she surely knew there was a line he wouldn’t cross. But Kimmy liked the…fear.
And he knew that was why she provoked him.
Her squeal as he caught her only fueled his passion, and he bore her to the cold ground. “Did you really think you could outrun me?”
Her chest rose and fell as she panted, her wide gaze plastered to his. “Get off me. This ground is hard. And cold.”
He ignored her words, his mind on the way her breasts jiggled slightly, the way they seemed to grow even bigger when she inhaled. Her nipples were stiff red points, just begging for his mouth. He was happy to oblige.
“Logan wouldn’t like this,” she whispered.
He drew her nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the tiny piece of heaven as he sucked. She dug her nails into his shoulders, arching her back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth.
His clothes were restrictive, smothering, and he couldn’t wait to tear them off. Letting her nipple pop from his mouth, he rose up on his knees and peeled off his shirt, just as quickly ridding himself of his boots and jeans.
His cock grew larger and heavier beneath her hot regard, and he watched her as he pushed his boxers over his hips. Hearing her gasp when his cock sprang free pleased him, and he grinned down at her.
“What?” he asked.
“I always forget how enormous you are.”
Yeah, he liked to hear it. What man wouldn’t?
She reached for him. “Get down here, Elijah Berry.”
She shifted her legs, and he knelt between them. Just the touch of her skin against his made him hot, so hot.
And the way she looked, all dark red hair, pale skin, those big eyes of hers looking at him like he was the best thing she’d ever seen. Like she wanted him more than anyone else. More than Logan, more than Andrew.
Dammit. He was becoming way too soft. And that wouldn’t do. He was the fucking alpha’s bodyguard. He could snap the head off a werebear. Yet here he was, wondering if this girl wanted him more than she wanted the other two.
If she didn’t now, she soon would. He knew how to push her buttons. Too bad he didn’t have any rope handy. He couldn’t give her that. She had a taste for restraints, did his Kimmy.
But she had a taste for something else, something he could give her.
“Elijah, come here!”
“Be quiet, girl.”
She growled and rose up enough to punch him in the stomach.
Felt like a mosquito bite. He laughed and grabbed her legs, flipping her over to her stomach. For a moment, the sight of her round ass made him forget what he was doing. Damn, but she was one fine-looking woman.
She tried to flip back over and nearly succeeded before he put a knee in the small of her back, effectively holding her right where he wanted her. He rested his weight on his other knee. His big body would have cracked her spine, otherwise.
“Let me up, you fucking animal!”
He swatted her on her quivering ass. He didn’t think he’d smacked her hard, but the red imprint of his hand was clear on the white of her skin.
She shrieked. “Elijah!”
He smacked her again, taking time to give her a quick caress to take the sting out. Or maybe just because he wanted any excuse to touch her magnificent ass. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get some relief soon, but he had an iron will. She was going to get a spanking.
She felt it then, an unbreakable, mystifying bond that would, she knew, last for as long as she lived. She was part of the vampire.
She was his.
“Nooooooo!” she howled, even as another orgasm splintered her will, drained her strength, and drowned her in unforgettable pleasure.
She belonged to the vampire.
"...If you have visited my blog in the past, you know that I have read a few of Ms. Cassidy's book and I thoroughly enjoyed them... She does a great job at developing her the world she is going to put you in... She brings details out to make sure you feel surrounded by the words you are reading. She makes you feel enveloped in the passion. And she does the same in Total Depravity...
This is a short story but it is packed with so much emotion. Natasha's emotions roll off her and off the pages... She will saturate you with her depressed life... She will bring you the brink of non-existence but pull you out.
This is a great story with a lot of twist and turns... This story twist around and turns and brings you around... It will tempt you and tease you and surprise you.. Believe me, there is an ending I did not see coming. The vampires live on her fear... But the wolf... He lives on something all together different..."
Rating: 5/5 Stars
What happens in a world where murder is punished by banishment and service to others on another planet? Unfortunately for Cin, she finds herself in that situation. In Cin's case the fact that the murder was justified means nothing, she is still stuck on Ripindal mining and searching for shrube's for those who oversee her punishment. It is promised that if she finds ten shrube's she will be allowed to enter Paradise and Cin fervently believes that as, if she didn't, she would likely chose the easier option and off herself. When she runs into Mach and Elder, also hunting for shrube's, she is petrified they will rape her and kill her and dispose of her body alongside the road. Mach is a half-breed and Elder was a doctor with a family before. What follows next is the opposite of her fears as the three establish a camaraderie that is constantly challenged by an evil group headed up by Danix who wants Cin as his slave. The challenges don't come only in people though; the land is inhospitable and all sorts of creatures and threats lurk around every corner. In a place where friendship and caring are as foreign as the planet itself can three prisoners find love?
I have to say I've been reading Cassidy Hunter books for a while and while the first efforts I read were very good she is clearly passing the line into great now as she evolves. The setting here is sparsely described, in perfect keeping with the planet itself. The characters crash into your heart and you cannot help but love each of them for who they are. You cheer, you gasp, and you wince as the events unfold. Although this looks more like a SciFi dystopian novel I can tell you several times I gasped and held my breath. The suspense was positively electric. Then Dark Paradise went toward an ending I didn't expect, though it was in perfect keeping with the former part of the book. It leaves room open for the sequel which must be coming soon (I hope!). Exceptionally well executed, a great length, with mesmerizing action and characterization this one truly earns its stars!
“Why do you?” He got up and sat beside her, so close his bare thigh touched hers. “Let me play with you before we get there.”
She leaned back and he rubbed his palm over her nipples, one after the other, until they stood stiff and sensitive. After her breathing picked up and she relaxed her fists, he took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinched, hard. He laughed when she jerked away from him.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” she asked him, gently caressing the aching crest.
“I wanted to see if you like a little pain. You’d better be able to handle it, because the vampire will do a hell of a lot more than that. Sex and fear, baby, that’s what feeds the vampires, even more than the blood. Without those two things, you would be useless to them, even with your blood.”
She took her hand away from her breast and offered it to him again. “Okay.” Her voice was soft, but even she could hear the eagerness in it. “Do what you want.”
His eyes turned serious with a suddenness that surprised her even more than his cruel pinch had done. “The only thing I really fear,” he whispered, “is the wolf.”
“Wolf?” Her voice shook, more from the fear in his than the thought of a wolf.
He leaned closer, his breath moist and warm in her ear. “The vampires keep a wolf called Richard. I’ve heard the stories and they are not…nice. Sometimes the humans lose fear and Jacques uses Richard to bring it back.” He darted his gaze toward the divider. “Richard was captured long ago, and he is a wild wolf without feelings, it is said.” The boy shuddered. “I don’t like wolves.”
The divider slid open and Jacques’s face appeared. Maybe he’d felt Eric’s fear, which was so thick and real Natasha could taste it.
His eyes were midnight dark, with no discernible pupil. “Natasha, get on your hands and knees with your pussy toward me.”
At her hesitation, Eric grabbed her arm and forcefully pushed her around. “Do as he orders,” he hissed. “Show him your cunt.”
She climbed upon the soft leather and positioned herself on all fours, her ass toward the divider and the watching vampire.
“Eric, caress her pussy.”
His cool fingers spread her lips and begin to probe her pussy, and she couldn’t help the small moan that escaped. He found her clit and massaged it gently, then pinched it, alternating the pressure from almost painfully hard to gentle.
“You like this,” Eric said, his breath hot against her ass.
“Answer him,” the vampire commanded.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I like it.” She pressed her burning cheek against the upholstery. She liked it a lot.
"Beyond the Shadows by Cassidy Hunter is an action-packed space story with lots of hot loving thrown in. This story really has some gripping moments that kept me turning the pages..."
"...I really liked the connection these characters had. It made the sex scenes that much more intense to read. The overall story line was really well done and completely believable.I liked the pace of this story too; it didn’t feel rushed or as if sex was thrown in for the sake of it. I would love to read more from Ms. Hunter."
He’d spent a lot of time tormenting and pleasing her; now it was her turn. She straightened and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Can I tie your hands behind your back?”
“No. I need to touch you.” He put a finger against her lips. “But I swear you may do anything you wish to me, and I will make no move to stop you.”
His voice, strained and raw, scraped along her nerve endings and made her cold and hot all at once.
She shivered, her nipples tightening to painful points. “I can do anything at all?”
And there it was, that trust she’d broken now handed back to her on a beautiful silver platter.
Her vision swam for a brief second in a relieved sea of tears before she fought them back and smiled up at him, her heart, she was sure, in her eyes.
He touched her cheek with his calloused fingertips. “You are difficult to resist, my Sarah.”
In that moment, she realized what it was like to love, truly love, a man. “Oh my God.”
“What is it?” He smiled down at her, his full lips curling, his eyes soft.
“I… Nothing. Just, nothing.” She took his hand, leading him to the enormous, sunken tub.
As she bent to start the water, he grasped the hem of her billowy skirt and pulled it over her hips.
Her breath came quickly, and she forgot the water as he rubbed his fingers between her legs, over her clit, over her buttocks, and into the small hole between them.
Gasping at the intrusion, she jerked away, but he followed her, his voice soothing.
“Stay still, love.”
Her teeth worried her bottom lip, as she stayed obediently bent over, clenching the water controls. Water fell in a thunder of sound, swirling into the tub, hot or cold, she had no inkling or care which.
He teased her clit with the fingers of one hand, and when she moaned, he once again slid a finger into her ass.
“Just relax, baby.”
She gave herself over to his attentions, helpless to do otherwise. He had complete control once he began touching her.
Still, she made a halfhearted attempt. “It was my turn…”
“In a second, I promise.”
The heat in his voice seared her skin and turned her mind to mush. Each time was more intense than the last. If this kept up, soon she’d be unable to do more than lie about with her legs open, waiting for him to thrust inside her…
She focused on his fingers sliding through her moisture, plucking at her plump, sensitive clitoris, then slipping into her. Her pussy clenched around his fingers in a reflexive grip. And the whole time, another finger slipped in and out of her ass, deeper and deeper with each plunge, until she was crying out with pleasure, thrusting back against his hand, eager for the looming, consuming orgasm.
And he didn’t withdraw and make her wait; faster and faster, his fingers worked, his murmurs and talented hands working her over, until her climax burst upon her with all the shock and power of a raging storm, and she was trapped in its midst.
Had he not caught her, she would have fallen, but he was there, kneeling, cradling her in his arms when the orgasm receded. He watched her, the look on his face nearly enough to send her into another climax. Hot, so very hot.
His teeth flashed in a wolfish white smile. “Little witch.”
“You’re the witch,” she whispered, meaning it. “Your touches…” She shook her head, amazed at what he did to her. “There are no words.”
Proud, he stroked a thumb over her nipple. “Now it’s your turn.”
She moved her hands up his arms, over his biceps to his
warm, wide shoulders, and he mirrored her movements with his own. He kept
kissing her but moved one of his hands to her throat.
His hand was big. As he cupped her throat, she shivered with
the knowledge that if he wanted to, he could hurt her, this man. She was in his
He might be a legend of sorts, but what did she really know
of him? It didn’t matter. Her attraction for him was overwhelming. She wanted
him, and now she had him.
That was one lesson she’d learned early on. You took your
pleasures when and where you could find them.
But he just kept his hand on her throat and kissed her, his
kiss becoming deeper and harder. His other hand supported him and kept his
substantial weight off her, but she pressed herself against him, craving the
warmth of his body.
His heat scorched her. At last he moved his hand from her
throat to her breast, his fingers rubbing over her taut nipple. He slid his
tongue against hers, his every movement slow and lingering.
She moved her legs restlessly, once again attempting to slip
her fingers between her legs to relieve some of the pressure.
“No,” he whispered, his lips moving against hers. “No.”
His nearly silent laughter rumbled deep inside his chest,
and he drew back to stare down at her. His eyes glittered with desire. “What an
impatient little thing you are.”
She’d always been a little more full of need than most
people. Always more passionate, greedier. She needed, and she wanted. There was
no room for patience. “You don’t understand.”
His smile dropped as though it had never been. “Take my cock
in your hand, Annika.”
Her name left his mouth with a smoothness she’d never heard
before, and with breathless anticipation she reached for his erection. When she
found it, she gasped. It was so hard, huge, and hot. She squeezed, and it
jerked in her hand, throbbing hard.
Jak groaned and shuddered, his eyes closing. “I fucking
“Don’t fear your needs,” Elder whispered, suddenly lying beside her, his deep voice in her ear. “Don’t be ashamed of your desire.”
“How did he know?” she asked. She meant the words for Elder, but her stare was on Mach.
He knelt above her, dark and dangerous and full of energy, and plied his fingers between her legs with an expertise she’d seldom felt.
The night of violence and blood and fear had left her in need of a washing in the nearest creek, but the miners of Ripindal grew accustomed to such circumstances. Her body would not disgust these men, any more than theirs would disgust her.
Still, she was a woman and would have preferred a perfumed bath in the hot springs, with a sharp knife at hand to slice off whatever stubble had grown out, and a minty cream to wash out her mouth.
But Mach ran a finger inside her and began a tormenting exploration, and thoughts of bathing fled. Elder slid his hand over her ribs and squeezed a breast until it bulged from his hard grip, then lowered his head and licked the distended nipple.
She groaned at the mix of pain and pleasure, at being so helpless and bound and forced to submit to their hard caresses. She was somehow sure they would stop if she asked them and was afraid to find out.
Mach moved quickly to kneel between her spread legs. Meeting her eyes for a brief second, he ripped loose the rope that held her ankle, then slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her lower body off the ground.
I wanted to let everyone know that I'm writing the sequel to Dubious Consent now, and will post updates when the book is finished. The sequel is going to be longer than Dubious Consent, and I have yet to title it. So far I'm just calling it Dub Con ll. ;)
I'm also writing a book I've titled Winterlake with plans to submit to the amazing Loose Id. I'm writing as fast as I can :)
Now that I'm out of school for an entire semester, I have much more time.
"...it is 12:53 (I have to get up at 5:30), and I just finished the last glorious words of Sanctuary. So tired, so happy! Wow, what an excellent book. I shall have to edit the raving review I gave it when I can think straight again! Thanks for a great read! Pure magic!"