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Christmas Bite

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It’s the tenth day of Christmas! Stelios and Niketas, everyone’s favorite pair of werewolves, is back for a very were-y holiday season…and one more special excerpt! Luka’s pack has come to visit their Alpha’s twin for Christmas – bringing along Luka’s year-old pups, of course!

Enjoy, glorious beings!

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They finished breakfast a little after ten. Stelios had just sat down with his second cup of coffee and Niketas in his arms, when the buzzer went off and the Alpha was forced to get up again and let his brother and the rest of his pack in.

Before either of their parents, Luka’s pups came racing out of the elevator, the twins Markos and Marius first, a pair of gray blurs. They were followed by the black, trotting body of their omega brother, Nyctimus. He went straight for Niketas, climbed up the edge of the couch and into the older omega’s lap.

A soft serenade of yips came from his twin brothers as they escaped their mother’s belated attempt to hold them, sniffing at everything in their path with eager, twitching noses. Stelios watched as they circled the room, paused at the hearth, and finally settled at the Christmas tree, dazzled by the blinking lights and their reflections in the wrapping paper on the packages beneath.

Anna grinned her apology at Stelios for a moment, before she shucked her clothes, shifted to wolf shape and slipped across the room to chastise her offspring while Luka shook his head. “Trouble, as always. They’re impossible, unless they’re watching their brother—Merry Christmas, Stelios.”

Stelios grinned at his twin, brushed cheeks with him and embraced him with one arm. “Like us, then—”

“When we were pups.” Luka slung himself onto the couch, nudged Niketas with his shoulder and got a yawn in return. “Why so lazy, omega?”

“Ask your brother, Alpha.” But he grinned, nudged Luka back and let the pup in his lap worry one of his fingers with blunt milk teeth. “Looks like family life agrees with you. How’re things on the mountain?”

Stelios turned his attention away from their low conversation as the elevator came back up and spilled the rest of Luka’s pack into his entryway. Ares and Alexandre were indeed followed by Leon and Dmitri, but Leon greeted him while blushing and avoiding his gaze.

It had been more than a year since the day Stelios had confronted the blond on the mountain, but ever since then a single look had been enough to make Leon redden and look away. It might have been cute, except that Stelios didn’t think he was ever going to forgive Leon for taking Niketas that one time—even at Luka’s order.

The fact that Leon now seemed interested in him changed nothing. Stelios had no interest in the blond’s crush, and only nodded at him curtly while he slapped Alexandre on the back, shook Ares’ hand and closed the door behind Dmitri. Still, when he turned back to face the sofa, he relaxed. There was such an increase of warmth in the room.

Luka sat with an arm along the back of the couch, behind Niketas’ shoulders, and his hand resting on Anna’s back as she lay curled up beside him, tugging the twins back under control when they tried to wander. Stelios didn’t go to his chair, but let Alexandre take it. Instead he bent by the couch and picked Niketas up, pup and all.

“Ah—hey! Sir—”

“You’re in my spot. Don’t worry, I have another one for you.” He settled himself next to his brother, and Niketas in his lap, draping the omega’s legs across Luka’s knees. Niketas let out an apologetic whine, but Luka only shifted and sprawled a little more, stuck his arm back behind Stelios instead, and sighed as he stared into the fire.

Apparently pleased by the new arrangement of adult bodies on the sofa, one of the twins escaped Anna’s grip and climbed his way across his father to get his paws on Stelios’ side and nuzzle at him, then pulled himself up Niketas’ thigh to press his nose against his brother’s.

The Alpha allowed it, then scruffed the pup gently, shaking him a little. “Are you going to stay like this the whole visit? I was going to play a movie for you, but you won’t be able to see as wolves.”

Luka caught his gaze, grinning. “Christmas Carol? Which one?”

Stelios leaned forward, pressed his lips against Niketas’ throat, breathed in the scent of his hair, then let his eyes drift closed. “You pick. I’m not sure which one you want to show the pups. If they’ll be boys for a bit…”

Wiggling, a little more active now, it was Nyctimus who responded first, shifting in Niketas lap from black-furred pup to plump, black-haired toddler. “Gon’ watch? Plee?”

Niketas ruffled his hair. “Yeah, pup. C’mon, shift over if you wanna stay up here.” The little omega obeyed obligingly, and beside him, Marius shifted too, nestling between Stelios and his father, sitting half on each of them.

“C’mon, Markos, don’t you wanna see?” Clearer, more forceful than his brother’s, the words finally compelled his twin to obey, and Anna slipped away with a last nip of reprimand to shift and get dressed again herself.

Luka watched her go, then hefted Niketas’ legs out of the way and got up to go look at Stelios’ collection of videos. Niketas growled low in his throat as the riled, squirming pair of Alpha toddlers tried to climb him the moment their father was out of the way. Stelios watched them trying to orient themselves, while their brother submitted, wiggling out of their way, but the adult omega wasn’t having it.

Niketas brushed them aside, then scruffed them when they bared their teeth, pressing at him with tiny sparks of Alpha aura. He tossed them down to the end of the couch, then turned a little, tucked his face into the side of Stelios’ neck and closed his eyes. “Brats. But this is nice. Missed my pack…and you’re warm.”

The omega let out a long sigh as Stelios squeezed him with the arm around his back and nuzzled him. “That why you’re falling asleep on me?”

But Niketas lifted a lip, nipped at the side of his throat, then yawned again. “You know why.” He closed his eyes as a low swell of music rose from the TV, and the pups immediately turned their attention to it, going still as Luka came back to his spot.

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Christmas Lick

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It’s the seventh day of Christmas, and while I have no swimming swans (sorry, darlings), I have got a sexy snippet from this year’s Alpha & Omega Christmas special! Stelios and Niketas, everyone’s favorite pair of werewolves, is back for a very were-y holiday season…though they aren’t sure they’ll survive the impending visit from Luka’s pack – and Luka’s pups!

Luka and Stelios might be twin brothers, but it’s times like these that Niketas likes to stand back and watch the carnage. Without further ado…an Another Christmas excerpt. Enjoy…and remember! Licks are NSFW!

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Niketas flushed, obviously remembering something embarrassing.

Stelios grinned. “Cute. I love when you blush for me. Just because you’re adorable, I’ll let you pick the first part of your punishment. Paddle, or spanking?”

The flush intensified. “Sir, I—”

“Paddle or spanking?”

Niketas bit his lip, but the answer was quick. “Spanking, Sir.”

“Good. Knees.” The omega scrambled to obey, got on his knees and leaned forward so his ass was in the air, his thighs parted just enough to give the Alpha access to his hole if he wanted it, to his balls and swiftly hardening cock.

“How—how many, Sir?”

“As many as I think you need.” He got up on his own knees and gave Niketas one quick, hard smack across both buttocks. “Telling your Alpha to beg for your cock.” Again, and again, alternating which side he struck, Stelios warmed Niketas’ ass, admiring the way his skin pinked, then reddened. “Did you like hearing it, mate? Like hearing how good it felt having you in my ass?”

“Ye-Yes, Sir—ah! Ah—Sir!”

The crack of his hand hitting the omega’s buttocks was sharp, intoxicating, the sound almost as good as the way the strikes heated his palm. “Liked making me moan for you? Liked stretching me for your cock, knotting me—I can still feel your come dripping out of me, mate.”

“Sir!”

He slid his hand down to caress Niketas’ cock as it thickened, rigid now and sensitive all over. “Thinking about it got you that hard that fast? Even after you tied me, filled me up so much?”

The omega’s erection twitched in his fist. “Sir. Yes.”

“Good.” He ran his hands over the warmth of Niketas’ buttocks, then gave him a half dozen blows that rocked him forward onto his hands. Another, and another, until the omega was groaning, making soft wolf noises whenever Stelios paused long enough for him to have enough breath.

This time when he stopped to caress Niketas’ ass, his skin radiated heat against the Alpha’s palms, and he smirked in satisfaction. “That’s better. But I think you need a few more, don’t you?”

Shivering, the omega still gave the required response. “Yes, Sir.”

“How many, do you think?”

There was a pause as Stelios ran his hands over the vulnerable curve of his mate’s buttocks, before the omega offered a careful suggestion. “Ten, Sir?”

It was a good try, but whatever he’d said, Stelios had intended on doubling it. “Oh, no. Twenty at least.” Then he got up, crossed to his chair and tossed the towels on the floor. He sat with his head on his hand, waiting for the omega to look at him.

“Sir?” Niketas turned with confusion on his face. “I thought…you were gonna spank me.”

After more than a year together, he still flushed when he said it, and Stelios crooked a finger at him. “I am. Up, get over here. I want you across my lap.”

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The Bestiary

Twelfth Entry: Akhlut

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The tracks lead from the snow to the water. The pads of wolf-paws leave their familiar marks right up to the edge of the ice, but neither the pack nor a solitary hunter is waiting by the frozen entrance of the ocean tonight. The boundary of the ice is the transition point, one flesh to another, one hunter to another, teeth of the land becoming the teeth of the deep. 

No one has ever seen them go there. There is no proof; we have come seeking it, out of the warmth of the igloo, into the dark of the night. The stars guide our guide; the tracks are the hidden signal of our quest, but not enough, and there at the water’s edge, I approach the danger myself. This is the sea beyond whale song. Here, nothing lives but hours of silence, even in the blood-red death, even in the movement of the tide, the breaking ice.

Here the arrival of the glacial freeze and the shifting of the spring ice is still quiet, still only natural noises, disturbing nothing, and in the lassitude of the black chill, beneath stars too white to touch the snow with brightness, I stare into the gleaming waves, beyond the frosted facets of their caps. The deep is alive with hunters. I taste their air, the salty exhalation of their steamy breaths. I see the black-and-white shadow of their shapes caressing shallow currents, just below the surface, predatory eyes looking up at me – 

One at a time. Always one at a time. Rising, turning, riding the promise of the swell, they turn away from me then. I will not witness the transition, but the shapes they bear are not truly orca. Fur, in the shifting sleekness, disrupting outlines that should be smooth. An elongated muzzle, tapering in the shape of a wolf, though much, much larger.

And the paw-prints, their elegant remains telling a deeper story. I cannot dare the water. This is as far as we go. The mystery keeps itself a mystery, and I return to the expedition. We go back through heavy snow.

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Akhlut References
Akhlut Wiki
An Akhlut Legend

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Snow Bite

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This very first, exclusive excerpt of White Magic, a dark fairy tale, is only the beginning. Keep an eye out for more of this very special story, coming in ebook and paperback, as we approach release day: Christmas Eve!

 

Chapter One

EXCERPT

It was at the wedding that Snow White saw her stepmother for the first time, and was enchanted. Not by a spell, though the woman was a witch and the princess knew it in the first moment. No, the girl was caught by her stepmother’s presence, her brilliance, her stunning beauty.

In white and gold, her silk robes heavy with embroidery, the gleam of the new queen’s gemstones and jewelry was not what held the girl’s attention, but the woman herself.

This new mother was pale as fine ivory, her skin smooth, her eyes black as the bottom of a well. Her hair was spun copper, hot coils wound about her ears, long braids flowing into a mass of curls and every strand in motion, a thousand vermilion snakes erupting in a tangle of perfect beauty.

A sensation like hot water, or sparks flung from a fire, prickled on Snow White’s skin. She smelled something sweet and sour, a violent, violet odor of blossoms and rust. Without knowing how or why, awareness coursed through her, a living thing on its own.

Magic.

The wedding ceremony passed in a blur before the princess’s eyes, with one center, one focus, blazing bright and wild. Her stepmother was a witch. A witch! The knowledge beat in Snow White’s breast, alive, dancing, a fire with a heart of storm.

Even at the reception, she thought her stepmother spilled the secret from laughing lips with every sound, but no one else cared to hear it, or no one could. Only Snow White stared at her, enraptured. Magic. It was here – it had finally come.

She was the king’s daughter, it was true, but she wanted neither riches nor the kingdom. Only magic. To be a witch; to hold the power in her own hands.

That night, and for several days after, Snow White watched the new queen’s treasures being brought in, across the white-stoned courtyards, beneath the shadow of green leaves and up the stairs of the empty western tower, where they were hidden behind a black door, freshly painted.

Clothes and furniture, chests and cases did not much interest the girl, but there were other things. A bright steel cauldron, its bottom not black but white. Hangings for the tower walls, each one marked with strange embroideries, runes and symbols, vistas of foreign lands.  A box of dark wood, ornamented with a single seal – a potted plant with forty brilliant blossoms, yet no scent.

Last of all came a mirror, wrapped in cloth of gold. On each of those things, Snow White smelled the magic-fragrance she had encountered at the wedding and the iron tang of blood.

The girl made up her mind by the end of the fifth day. Why should she settle for a stepmother, when instead she could have a witch?

 

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Invisible Lick

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It’s been a while, glorious beings, but I’ve got lots of new things to share, so let’s start with this – a special Lick from Blind Man’s Buff, an erotic, gay BDSM novella currently available here!

Remember, Licks are NSFW excerpts, so read carefully – and look forward to another erotic excerpt soon!

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Arms out, Geo had said, and Angelo can see how he will be restrained now. One arm lines up with each side of the crossbar, and his legs can be bound at the ankles by the rings on the cuffs.

The moment he has his socks and shoes off, stands naked in front of the thing, Geo’s hands are at his feet. With intent and the tiniest flare of arousal, the wolf man watches the leather close tight around his ankles, one at a time.

The rings at the sides of the cuffs are attached to the cross at the base, a little apart, so that his ass is settled in the empty space of the vertical centerpiece. He can move up on his toes, then down again, but not more than that, and his cock and balls hang free between his parted thighs.

“Comfortable?”

Angelo shrugs, unwilling to voice how vulnerable the position makes him feel, then looks down one arm at his wrist as invisible fingers close around it. “I guess.” The cuff is put on and hooked onto the horizontal crosspiece the same way his ankles have been restrained at the bottom of the cross, and he breathes a little faster.

“Then you need a safe word, before I get started.” The sounds of Geo’s movement around him are smooth, steady, calm, but the spicy musk of his scent is gaining aroused depth. He trails his fingers across Angelo’s nipples, his chest, then down his arm to his right wrist where he attaches the last cuff.

“Safe…word?” There’s a soft chuckle as Geo fastens the leather to the cross. Angelo tugs experimentally, and finds himself caught fast.

“You really don’t play like this much, do you?” Cool, not too tight, the collar Angelo had eyed goes around his throat as Geo leans in, pausing to stroke the edge of the leather with callused fingers. “The safe word is so I know if you need me to stop.”

Angelo rolls his eyes as he listens to the soft padding of Geo’s feet move across the room, away from him to the table covered in toys. “I could just tell you to stop, y’know.”

“No. That’s not enough. If you use the safe word I know it’s not part of the game, not just you denying something you actually want. It will tell me what’s too much for you, really too much. So I don’t do it again.”

The mirrors aren’t angled properly to let him see what Geo has brought back from that table with him until the man is behind him – and then Angelo’s own body is in the way. The first touch, though it startles him, is not a toy, but the brush of Geo’s fingers down his spine. “Safe word, I said. Choose something you won’t say accidentally in the middle of this.”

Angelo snickers, but only a little. It’s hard to keep from staring at himself in the mirror, the way the dark leather of the cuffs stands out against his tan skin, the way his cock is thickening, stiffening. He’s anticipating and anxious despite himself. And now…a word he won’t say during sex? “I dunno. Uh…pineapple? I hate those.” He grins. “That good enough?”

There’s a moment of silence, and then, abruptly, “Yes,” and the strike of something cool and smooth and hard against his ass.

“Ah! Shit, that fuckin’ hurts!” Again, right where the first blow had struck, another sends searing flames across the surface of his ass, then another, and another. For a moment, Geo pauses, but this time the caress is too hot, stings the freshly struck skin.

“Should I stop before I even get started, Angelo?”

Mocking him – The wolf man glares all around him, hoping he catches Geo somewhere. “No, I didn’t say stop, I just – oh!” Again, and again, and again. One side, then the other. It hurts, but –

Angelo sucks in a breath, jerks against the cuffs holding him still, then bites his lip as a moan slips out of him and his cock throbs against his thigh. Another blow, and his erection thickens even more. The heat in his ass sends tendrils lapping up his back, down his thighs, deep into his ass.

After another half-dozen swats Angelo is panting, staring at his twitching cock in disbelief. It hurts, God does it hurt, but…he thinks he likes it. “Why did you stop? Why did -”

There’s a click as Geo puts down the paddle on top of the cross. “Why did I stop? That’s a pleasant surprise. Not what I thought I would be hearing from you, but very nice.”

A little gasp of something close to laughter escapes Angelo’s mouth, and he tugs at the cuffs again as if that will help. “Me – me either. Wha – ahh…” His words fade to breath as the telling heat of Geo’s hands spreads open over his buttocks again.

“I think you might need a little help, Angelo. I didn’t expect you to respond so well. Have you used a cock ring before?”

“Yeah. Not on myself, but – ugh. That’s tight.” The wolf man bucks his hips into the air as smooth metal slides down the length of his shaft, then flushes and tries to hold himself still. Tries – but the feather light touches of Geo’s fingertips moving back up over the head of his cock are hard to resist. The paddle has made him want much more than just to be teased, and Angelo curses beneath his breath.

Geo laughs at him.

 

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Bites

The Garden

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Well! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? But this week, there’s a tiny bite to feed your soul…from The Garden, an upcoming Beauty and the Beast story, set in a strange, new world.

Enjoy!

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Chapter One

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 “He did not know she was a fairy – so the story goes. The young prince saw an old woman, and he liked to surround himself only with beautiful things. He was aware that not all were created equal – like the rose beside the dandelion. Yes, one a lovely blossom, the other considered no more than a weed. Both were flowers, but a rose…

“A single petal, a breath of fragrance, could put a garden full of other blossoms to shame.

“So it was that it exceptionally pained him to be made ugly; to be made into a beast. So it was that it was agony to sustain this new, cursed life, an agony of existence for which there was no relief.

“‘Devour the roses’, she had said to him. ‘Devour the most beautiful rose, again and again, since you care for what is beautiful more than for human life!’

“Because he did not know she was a fairy, only thought her an old woman – and he had turned her away, and it was a cold and rainy night.”

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The Bestiary

Eleventh Entry: Rakushinpu

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The sound of the water rushes overhead. Beside us, the great fall is a roar and in its shadow the gleam of spray and the shadow of leaves overtake the world, together with drowsy promises. 

The spirits of the mountain speak in murmuring voices, a whisper to calm the senses, a low, red sound. Of love, it speaks, with the sound of a lute  and the eager harmony of all night’s darkest passions.

Come to me.

The voice does not belong to the water.

Stay with me.

The words are a plea from which an answer will summon only regret.

Is it not quiet here? Are you not tired now? Stay a while and sleep with me…

The lady of the falls trades on her whispers, and when the sun dips past the high of noon toward the horizon, when the laziness of the afternoon is full upon us – then, at the edge of the water, climbing in silken coils, the threads come one at a time.

Each one attaches to a man. An ankle. A toe. A calf. But we are prepared, as not many before us have been. The threads are not broken, but hooked to trees, to stumps – one rooted life in exchange for each marked man. 

As the sun begins to go down, the threads are pulled, one by one, and one by one pieces of the forest crash over the cliff-side, down the mountain, into the rage of the river and the waterfall’s roar.

A woman cries with it, and the longing has not left her voice. 

Stay with me, won’t you?

There is no laughter, no speech, as we make our way down the night blackened sides of the autumn mountain. We return to our camp – to the nearest village. It is there that we count our number and find that twenty-four has been reduced to twenty-three. 

Stay with me…

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Rakushinpu/Jorogumo References
Jorōgumo Wiki
Jorōgumo Legends

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From the Secret Files...

Green Iron

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Since the magic of #1lineWed and Camp NanoWriMo coincide for the first time today, I am going to crawl all the way out to the end of the furthest limb and share not only a bit of context for some of those lines, but a piece from my Camp project, Earthbound!

This lovable doom of a novel has been in the making since my first November attempt at a Nanowrimo, and has grown in the telling…considerably.

Enjoy a sneak peek!

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The door closed behind the servant, and his sister’s hands pulled Lu Yin down into her bed as she slipped from his arms.
He stumbled away, tangled his legs in the sheets and fell to the floor.
Bells.
But no, there were no bells, only the sound of his sister’s laughter shattering in his ears.
“I know what you want now, Lu Yin.  Did you not want me to know? Or did you want it too much?”
He stood slowly, disentangled himself from her sheets and tossed them back on the bed. Red silk pooled around her legs, and she drew it up, up, over her knees, her thighs –
“Are you listening, elder brother?” He wet his lips. “You should be listening. You should -”
“Enough!” And then, more quietly. “Enough.” He pinned her to her pillows, and oh, those eyes.
Blue, so flashing, all the amusement in the world when she was on the verge of breaking him – could he not even have the silence to console him?
The silence and the scent of her, when that was all he had.
He held her throat in his hands, slender and bruised, white but for where she had been bitten, and squeezed for a breathless moment. He traced the dark-marked places with slender fingertips, as if they were wounds.
“Why? Who would dare to mark the Fourth Princess?”
Her dancing eyes. No promise of the truth in them – had there ever been? But now the old, dim lifelessness was laughter. Why would she still be so amused?
“I should tell father -”
“You won’t tell father.”
“I must -”
But the pressure of her mouth against his lips brings him to tingling silence. Forbidden pressure. Forbidden kiss.
“You won’t tell father. Or did you never mean it when you said you loved me?”
“I love you.” Helpless. What else to say? What lie could be enough in the face of her certain knowledge, the gleam and promise in her face?
Her kiss tasted green as the wild frontier mountains from which he had come. Her hair, too, smelled of the wild, and the iron taste of the blood on her skin was the taste of war.
There was war, too, in her hands and against his throat. Iron in her eyes, and in her hands.
The point of his own gilded dagger was sharp against his throat as she spoke.
“Did I say you could have me? Did I say, come, take, this which belongs to my lover belongs also to you?” Shadow in her eyes. Shadow in the green of her warm breath against the side of his face.
“No. I did not say that.”

 

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Interview, Excerpt, and Giveaway: Wolf of the West at Prism Book Alliance

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Something new has arrived, glorious beings – an interview at Prism Book Alliance, including an exclusive excerpt of Wolf of the West and a special giveaway!

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Licks

Deathless Lick

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This  Lick comes  from Deathless, the second of the Tales of the Eight Kingdom to be released! This excerpt is a site exclusive,  celebrating Deathless‘ full release this week – check at the bottom for links! 

Remember, Licks are NSFW excerpts, so read carefully – and look forward to another erotic excerpt from my next new release!

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Myrddin closed his eyes, let out a breath then lifted his lashes and met Kas’ gaze.

“Are you going to kiss me, Kas? Is this our rite?” His voice was…changed. Warmer. Husky. “Are you going to be my lover?”

Kas stared down at him, suddenly breathing hard for no reason he could explain. The heat within him was divided, and thus multiplied, but he understood what he’d been asked— or thought he did.

“Yes, kiss you.” He lifted Myrddin’s lips against his mouth, parted them with his tongue. “Yes. Our rite.” He kissed him again, softer this time, tender, and Myrddin sighed, a low, moaning breath, when Kas pulled away. “Yes. Love you.”

He had no more words for what he wanted to do, what he needed—but that no longer mattered. Myrddin under him was naked and willing, cock hard for him and wet with desire, seeking friction with the rocking of his hips. There would be no more escaping, no shift of shape, no running away. Kas pulled Myrddin’s legs apart, settled himself between them and entered him with one finger.

Myrddin groaned, spread his legs wider, and Kas tried another and watched Myrddin open for him, stretching—watched him arch his back and grab twin fistfuls of grass, moaning, cock twitching.

He wanted another response like that, so Kas did it again, added a third finger alongside the first two, slow penetration, deep and curling inward. He got what he wanted—the wide eyes startling wider, pale thighs twitching apart, cock harder and his mouth open to beg for more. More. That was the word on Myrddin’s lips, and a broken moan that went on, and on, ooh-oh-oh-mmm-ohh.

And…his name. Again, and again.

My name.

“Kas, Kas don’t tease me. Kas…”

He wanted to laugh, but he bent forward instead and braced himself on one hand, kissed Myrddin quiet. “No words.” He kissed him again, kept his fingers moving—in, out—slow penetration that was nothing but a tease for both of them, satisfying only in its promise. Myrddin wormed one of his hands between them, took Kas’ cock in his fist and stroked just as slowly.

It felt good, the same tingling touch as that blood on his lips. It made Kas wonder what it would feel like when his cock was inside Myrddin instead of his fingers. Without another thought, he leaned back and pulled his hand away, tried to jerk Myrddin’s thighs wider apart. Myrddin stopped him before he could do what he wanted.

“Kas. Wait, wait.”

Purely aggressive, Kas pulled on his leg. “Again? Wait? No.”

“Yes. Please?”

He paused, crawled forward over Myrddin’s body and licked his last word off his lips. “Please… That word. I like it. It is mine.”

Breathless amusement warmed Kas’ lips. “I’ll say it again, just for you. Please?” Myrddin leaned up, his mouth an offering that Kas was more than willing to take. This time Myrddin slipped his lips away, kissed Kas’ cheek, his throat, his collarbone, his shoulder. When he pushed at Kas’ chest, Kas allowed it, until he sat back on his knees, and Myrddin was braced on his thighs, looking up with lust and mischief in his gaze.

His mouth moved down, down, down, traced trembling patterns of heat and tongue over Kas’ chest, his abdomen, lower and lower until Myrddin was lying on the ground. He used one hand to hold himself up and kept the other at the base of Kas’ cock while his tongue played at the tip, made circles, whorls, spirals, until he leaned forward, took the whole head in his mouth and groaned.

Kas’ breath shallowed, sped. He reached down one hand and tangled his fingers in Myrddin’s hair, stared at his wet lips as they moved down, then up again. He pulled back, and there was tongue again, lapping, sucking, wrapped around his cock. All the while those eyes stared up at him, bright with a spark of mischief and more than a hint of Myrddin’s own pleasure.

Kas’ gaze was fixed on the sight, the most gorgeous submission he’d yet gained. He liked it better when he could see what Myrddin was doing to him, hear it—the lash of his tongue, wet sounds…moaning.

He liked the moaning most of all, wanted more of it and knew how best to get it, but it was hard to make himself move, give up the pleasure. He jerked his gaze away from that mouth, down Myrddin’s back, over the curve of his buttocks.

Wait?

No. No more of wait. Kas dragged Myrddin back off his cock, clutched him close and brought him down under him, back against the grass. A startled sound escaped Myrddin’s mouth, but this time when Kas pushed his legs open, held his thighs apart, Myrddin reached for his hips and pulled him against his skin. “Please.” That word…

Kas leaned down, licked it off his lips again, tasted himself on Myrddin’s mouth and pressed his cock against the tight entrance he’d teased. Myrddin’s eyes opened wider, wider. A dark flush spread across his chest, up to his throat, and he held tight to Kas’ shoulders with both hands. “Kas, it’s too much. I—I—can’t—Kas.”

Kas liked the name even better now he’d heard it in that voice, guttural, stripped of everything but feeling. It was the voice of nerves drawn taut and abused. He knew they were a lie—those words. Myrddin squeezed both legs tight around his back, pulled him closer and urged him deeper into heat and tightness.

 

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