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Week Eleven – The Shadow Road

This bit  of erotica comes from the soon-to-be-released  book four of Eight Kingdoms, The Shadow Road. Keep an eye out for more bits and bites as we draw closer to the December preorder date! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Macsen bent and took the head of Bran’s cock into his mouth, just for the taste of him, and his hands darted down to cup the back of Macsen’s head. He licked his lips and stood straight again, pulled Bran the tiniest bit closer, right to the edge of the table, and replaced his fingers with his cock.

He didn’t say a word, gave no warning, and Bran gasped under him, clawed at his shoulders, pulled himself tight against Macsen’s body and let out one long cry. It was just what Macsen wanted, his name drawn out into an unrecognizable sound.

“Open up for me just like that. So good, Bran.”

Bran shook, shuddered, and trembled finally as he relaxed. Everything was heat, and the fire clutched at Macsen’s skin, but Bran was so tight around his cock he couldn’t move. The pleasure was a torment. It was so hot—so hot—there was just one distraction, and he held Bran against his body and bit deep into his throat, sucked up the red, dark blood.

The first mouthful was enough to take Bran shuddering over the edge, all but untouched, heart speeding under Macsen’s tongue, all of him shaking and his cock throbbing its white essence in pulses between them. His body gripped Macsen’s cock almost painfully, then relaxed while he tightened his fingers in Macsen’s hair again and again.

He stayed still and let Bran ride out his climax, took slow mouthfuls from the brilliant spill at his throat. Brighter. Brighter than it had been since they had left Summer. Was it the power Bran used for his work?

So much sun.

Slowly, Macsen pulled back, then thrust deeper, again and again. He felt desire as it sneaked back into Bran’s body, up his calves and his trembling thighs, into the tautness of his buttocks and the sudden tenseness of his hips. The shadow of fire trembled across his skin as he arched back, flickered over his abdomen, his chest. There was fire in his blood, too, as it streamed over Macsen’s tongue and down his throat.

Week Ten – Earthbound

This bit  of erotica comes from Earthbound, the enormous epic novel that will probably be the death of me.  A certain individual, Codename: Twin, is responsible for me actually working on it as I should – so celebrate the joys of editing with me as I share this smutty bit of fun!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Yun has wanted to love her this way from the first moment he saw her, dancing in the dangerous night. He cannot decide if he wants her so terribly because of that moment…or because his need is for someone like her, someone full of innocence and desire in tension.

He is yao-guai, after all. Lust is half his nature…but only half. The other part of him is violence, darkness and barely-leashed destruction. The two sides of his nature are one thing in this moment, pulsing and furious within him.

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The moment does not remain frozen. The pain passes from Liuxing’s face and in its place grows a hungry, lustful curiosity. She can feel the weight of him and the hard, solid thickness of his erection pressed deep into her body.

She tastes blood, scents sex and sweat and the wild musk of her lover, feels heat where his skin is pressed against her and coolness where the night air sneaks against her nerves. The muscles of her pelvis tighten reflexively and she hears Yun suck in a breath; she does it again, purposefully, and then lets out a long moan of her own.

Yun is unyielding, his arousal rigid and still within her, almost uncomfortable – but when she squeezes those muscles the discomfort is overwhelmed by new feelings. When he begins to thrust, a slow rocking of his hips, it sends a glissando of sensation across all the awakened nerves within her, thrilling and terrible and lovely.

She wants more; it is is who she is, the core of her secret self. She is a seeker after sensations, an eager connoisseur of the roughest and richest of melodies, of exquisite tastes and complex rhythms.

Yun’s hands on her skin are finer and more caressing by far than the smoothest of silks. The pleasures he has already given her have set her desires burning higher. She wants more, anything more as long as it feeds that fire.

This is love, this must be love.

The thought comes to her wild, on the edge of wordlessness. What else can it be? It is more than lust, more than the heat; it is something so great and tender growing in her that she is afraid to touch it, can only wonder at it even as it burns into every new place Yun’s hands are touching her.

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Her hips hum in his hands, responding to his thrusts, quickening them, deepening them. The thrumming of her nerves is almost visible when he pauses. He pulls on her taut nipples and waits.  Her enjoyment is pleasing to him, but he needs more from her than sounds and gasps.

He needs words. He needs submission. He needs her active participation in her own defilement; he needs her to give what he so badly wants to take.

He watches the almost invisible trembling of her eyelashes beneath the blindfold, the twitching of muscles beneath the surface of her skin, a drop of red blood rolling to her chin from where she has bitten her lip – anything that might distract him from her body’s wet heat.

He can feel the bending of her will. He tastes her need in her breath, feels it in the curve of her feet, their pointed toes – in the taut muscles of her legs, and in the quivering, clenching, tightness that begs him to give in.

He steels himself, swallows dryly. Her face is dark in the shadow of her hair as she twists beneath him, but when the moment comes that he thinks he cannot restrain himself any longer he hears her voice, soft, pleading…

So much more than he had hoped for, but for reasons he cannot possibly dream

“Yun – Yun, please, I want – please, please, I need you, you can’t stop – you – you can’t-”

Like fire on oil, his hands climb her body, find her most sensitive nerves and stroke them with dexterous fingers. He gives in to the urge that has been taunting him, even as he makes her submit.

He thrusts into her again and again, closes his eyes and drinks in the sound of her heavy, squealing breaths, the begging below her moans. Her legs tighten around his hips and pull him deep, deep, deep. Yun feels the squeezing of her body become sharp, rhythmic pulses and smiles a smile of victory for no one to see.

He no longer even needs to move. Her hips lift to him; the wet depths of her body engulf the whole of his erection and he tightens his hands on her thighs, lets the pleasure wash over him, lets the bond between them complete itself at her instigation. He lets her damn herself with her words, and her not-words, and her writhing.

“Mine, xiaofan – you are mine.”

And in her lustful madness, utterly mindless, she can say only –

“Yes, yours – yes.”

The bond between them is sealed in that moment by her words and her willingness, her intentions voiced and unvoiced.

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Liuxing runs her tongue over her lips, tightens her legs around Yun’s body and presses herself up to him, arches her back.

He gives her no warning but increases his pace. It is more than enough to send her careening wildly across the wave tied to his snarl of pleasure and release, tied to the heat inside her. The ball of furious pleasure wound up tight beneath his touch breaks and bursts.

This is all that is sacred, the unspeakable truth. This is pleasure, its most principle form. It is unlocked within her, a howling beast never again to be silent, never again to be secret.

All that is sacred.

The sacred beast within me.

Week Nine – Holy

This bit  of erotica comes from Holy – a last excerpt before I put Matti and Artemio on the back burner to focus on Sophie In September and book five of Eight Kingdoms!

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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“Hey, sleepy. Angel?”

Matti sat up abruptly, turned and stared at him for one moment before he leapt out of the sheets, down off the end of the bed and onto him. He wrapped his arms around Artemio’s neck, his legs around his waist and nuzzled his face into the curve of Artemio’s cheek. Despite himself he laughed, reached one hand up into Matti’s hair and tugged gently.

“What the hell are you, a fuckin’ monkey? Christ, Matti -”

“Master. I -”

“Hey. What’d I say about that?”

“I – sorry. Ar…tem…io…”

“Better. Now, what were you gonna say?”

“I missed you.”

“Yeah? You’re an idiot, huh?” But he grinned, then shrugged his shoulders under the pressure of Matti’s arms, turned his head to one side. “You gonna let go anytime soon?”

“I don’t want to. Do you want me to?”

“Let’s try…legs down, and less strangling. Grab my chest if you wanna hold on to me, not my neck, and…and…Matti.”

He obeyed promptly, easily, and Artemio sucked in a breath as Matti slid down his body. He hadn’t thought this through. He had not thought this through. Matti was wearing his shirt and nothing else, and as he slipped down it opened and shifted until far too much of Matti’s skin was pressed against him.

He was so hot in Artemio’s arms, squirming just a little – a little too much. It was easy to forget, because he made himself so small so easily, but he was almost exactly as tall as Artemio was and that meant standing like this –

It was too perfect of an embrace. It gave everything away.

“Artemio…Artemio…Master. You want me. Oh – ohhh -” Matti rocked against him, and Artemio felt the extra heat of his cock against the length of his own erection as he leaned up on his toes and then back again. “Master, tell me it’s because of me, tell me you want me, please, please.”

“Goddamnit…goddamnit, Angel, what’d I say? I -” But Artemio couldn’t make himself let go, held tighter instead. He slipped his hands down Matti’s back and grabbed his ass with both hands, a sweet curve of bare skin under the hem of his shirt. “Fuck.”

“Mast-”

He bent his head and shut him up with a hard, hard kiss, then jerked back and sucked in a breath when Matti gasped against his mouth, bucked his hips forward in Artemio’s grasp and groaned. So hard. So hot. And his cock was leaking against Artemio’s belly, wet enough that he could feel it through his shirt, against his skin. “Matti…Matti.”

Artemio kissed him again, and again – god, kissing Matti was like drinking coffee and whiskey at the same time. Intoxicating. Maddening. Not enough and too much and – and – “God. Yes. Yes, I want you, I want you so bad – been wantin’ you so bad. Wantin’ you since I found you, since I – God’m gonna. Gonna fuck you right now. Gonna fuck you right against the wall.”

“Master!”

“’S your own damn – your own damn fault.”

“Please. Please. I don’t know why you, I don’t know why now, but I’ve been waiting, wanting, waiting. Please…please take me.”

“You – goddamn. You’re wearin’ my shirt.” He closed his eyes, brought his nose down to Matti’s throat and breathed in the richness of his skin, the mingled warmth of his own scent with it. “Your own goddamn fault. Kept on – askin’ for it, and askin’-” Again he kissed him, and again. “You got that? Your fault.”

“Yes, Master.”

Matti was laughing at him, laughing between every hard kiss, rocking against him and  moaning and laughing still.

Week Eight – Sophie In September

This bit  of erotica comes from a new smut short, Sophie In September, the second story in Luka’s Pack and sequel to Anna In August

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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“Relax. Sophie, beautiful Sophie.” Luka’s voice was a quiet murmur, and his fingers slipped along the fastening of her clothes. The bright sun dress she’d worn was the only splash of color on the black sand, and she flushed when she saw her bra beside it.

Luka’s hands reached around from behind her, lifted the weight of her breasts, and he rolled her nipples, already puckered from the cool breeze off the water, between his thumb and his fingers. Her nipples had always been sensitive, and she sucked in a breath as he plucked at them.

“I’ll let you choose, Sophie.” He let go of her left breast, slipped his hand down the front of her body and into her panties. “Which one do you want to lick you here?” With the rough tip of one finger, he started to tease her clit.

“Ohhh…”

“Which one, Sophie? Alexandre loves the taste of a woman – Ares wants to fuck your ass so bad he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Blond or brown or black hair between your thighs, Sophie? Blue or brown or hazel eyes looking up at you?” While he was talking, he had trapped her clit between his fingers, was squeezing it while he rubbed over it with another finger.

Sophie bucked her hips against his hand when he pinched her nipple again, then dragged her eyes along the line of men in front of her, stripping now, revealing hard muscles outlined by moonlight. Hungry faces, hungry gazes, one licking his lips, one already stroking his cock.

The sight reminded her of Luka behind her, stronger, broader, bigger than all of them, his cock pressed against her ass. And she wanted Ares, wanted him touching her, but if Alexandre was the one who liked to –

“I don’t – I don’t know, I don’t care, any of them, all of them -”

“No, Sophie, we don’t have time for that. There’s too many other things to do to you. Choose.”

“I – ohhh – I -” And then her eyes locked with a brown and hungry stare again. “You. Ares – please -”

He grinned at her, and she felt Luka laugh against her back. Ares took one step toward her, and Luka’s hands curled around the backs of her thighs simultaneously, sprawled wide and lifted her straight up in his arms. She gasped and dropped her head back against his shoulder, felt the tautness of his muscles against her back, her arms, and shivered.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands, and then Ares bent between her thighs and she sank her fingers into thick brown hair and moaned at the touch of cool air as he spread her open, lapped over her clit and shot a hot glance up her body.

“Tell me what you like, Sophie. Won’t you?”

 

Week Seven – Anna In August

This bit  of erotica comes from a new smut short, Anna In August, just like week five! (So if you haven’t yet, read That One first!) This particular bit is where the smut starts to get really steamy…so enjoy! 

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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Anna tried to think, but she could barely breathe. Luka was – a wolf? A werewolf. They were just a myth, but this myth had a tongue with which he lapped up her throat again. This myth had a body that was muscled and broad, hot and hard, all man, and she heard herself moan.

I’m going insane. That had to be it. She didn’t care. She wanted him to kiss her again, was suddenly certain that no man was ever going to kiss her like Luka had. She wanted him to do more than kiss her, wanted him to touch her, fuck her, and even as she had the thought he bent to her mouth. Luka bit her bottom lip and sucked on the tip of her tongue, and she lifted her hips and felt his cock pressed against her, huge and hot and hard. She shuddered, moaned. He was going to put it inside her, he was going to fuck her with it, she knew it – she wanted it.She wanted it so bad –

“More, Anna?”

“Please.”

She felt heat against her back without any warning, and knew it was another man. No – another monster. He was as hard and hot as Luka, naked abs burning Anna’s skin through her shirt and his cock pressed tight against the curve of her ass. Luka tilted her head back until she was forced to break eye contact with him and met a dark brown gaze instead, then slid his fingers down her throat to her nipples and thumbed them through the lace of her bra.

Luka pulled at them, and her gasp let brown-eyes’ tongue into her mouth as he licked at her lips. So different from Luka, this kiss, but almost as good. Whatever fire had been lit in her was burning brighter, hotter, and she didn’t protest when the man behind her pulled her shirt down her shoulders and off, then slid his fingers to the clasp of her bra and undid it. He slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped it on the ground, cupped her breasts with both hands and started to tease the points of her nipples.

At the same time Anna felt Luka’s fingers inside her panties again, spreading her open to his touch. He toyed with her clit, the tips of his fingers almost too rough when he squeezed it, rolled it around. She groaned again, rocked against the body behind her, then almost jumped at another touch on her side. That was too many hands! Not just Luka’s, not just another pair, more. Who? All of them?Were they all going to – to –

Luka slid two fingers inside her, kept rubbing her clit with his thumb, and for the life of her Anna couldn’t think any more why it mattered. She looked to one side through half-shut eyes and saw a pair of dark haired men stripping, staring at her as Luka fucked her with his fingers. Together, they closed their fists around their cocks, and she shuddered, squeezed tight around a third of Luka’s fingers and wondered if he would fuck her now if she begged, or if he was going to make her wait.

The hands on her were stripping her again, distracting her, and she felt, not just hands, but more. Someone’s mouth was on her thigh as he pulled off her jeans, kissing, teasing, and she looked down and met the eyes of one of the two she’d seen stripping.

Someone’s tongue was on one of her nipples, but Luka growled in the next moment, and whoever it was retreated so that Luka could lower his mouth and suck instead. Anna pressed her breasts up toward his tongue and two pairs of hands settled on the waistband of her panties. They started to slip them down her legs, and she spread her thighs to make it easier.

Luka chuckled against her skin and slipped his hands back around her hips and down to cup her ass.

A wet finger slipped between her buttocks, started to press inside her, and Anna gasped, bucked up against him and felt his other hand back where it had started, two fingers deep in her pussy again, twisting, stroking inside. She jerked, started to fall, but the man behind her caught her, and more than one pair of hands stroked her arms, her legs, and held her up off the ground. She felt hard muscle against her back, someone’s chest again, and reached up and back to wrap her arms around his neck.

Luka started to fuck her with his fingers again, three in her pussy now, two in her ass, and she stared down at him with her mouth open, couldn’t make a sound.

“You’re so tight, Anna. So tight for us.”

Us.

“Luka, Lu-ohhh.”

One of their mouths was at her throat. Someone’s hands were teasing her nipples, someone’s tongue on her neck, licking at the bruises Luka had left. Anna heard a low, begging whine, then flushed. That was her noise, and Luka laughed, then pulled his fingers out of her and stepped back between her thighs.

He unbuttoned his jeans, kicked off his boots and stared at her as he stripped out of the denim. There was nothing under them, just Luka, more cock than she’d thought even, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care, she wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her, and then she wanted him to fuck her ass, and then – what then?

But he stepped around her instead, up toward her face, and she knew what he wanted before he said it, was already opening her mouth.

 

Week Six – Holy

This week, I’m sharing from the first draft of Holy once again!  (And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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“Gonna make me fuck you right against the wall.” It came hoarse and hard and quiet against Matti’s mouth, but Artemio kissed him before he could say anything in response, then kissed him again. “Wanna do it – fuck I wanna. Cause I can, cause you – but not now.” Every other word he almost lost in a kiss, but Matti didn’t complain, pulled him closer, tightened his fingers against Artemio’s scalp and pulled deliciously.

“Love that, Matti. When you – when you – mmmm.” Words went to silence against Matti’s mouth again, but this time Artemio moved away from the wall, maneuvered around the bedroom door, thankfully open, and let Matti go onto the bed.

He made to move back, but Artemio was too quick for that, darted over him and pinned him down against the mattress. “All mine, so goddamned lucky and you’re all mine. Want you – god I want you. Fuckin’ stupid how much I want you. And you think – goddamn. Wake up wantin’ you, go to sleep wantin’ you, dream about fuckin’ you. Like a fuckin’ teenager. Want you more than anything.”

“Master -”

“No.” He kissed Matti hard, pressed his mouth against those soft lips until Matti was panting for breath every time he pulled back. “No, don’t you call me that. You know what to call me.” Matti sighed against his mouth, and Artemio licked his lips, his tongue, caged him against the bed with both arms, both legs. “What do you call me, Matti?”

Broken, husky, the sound came obedient from Matti’s lips. “’Temio. Oh – oh ‘Temio.”

“Yeah. Yeah, Matti. That’s good. So good, you – you’re so good. So good.”

He shivered, tensed, and Artemio felt Matti’s fingers twitching against his back, tightening in the fabric of his shirt. “’Temio won’t you – won’t you fuck me, please, please -”

“Fuck. When you talk like that-” Artemio kissed him again, nudged his head aside, kissed his throat, his collarbone, bit gently then forced himself back. “I’ve been a bad influence on you. Listen’a you. Such a dirty mouth – but I’m not gonna fuck you, Matti. Not tonight.”

“Not..not…no – please -”

“Gonna make love to you, Angel. Gonna love you nice’n slow, give you all the cock you want – but I’m not gonna fuck you tonight.” Matti blinked up at him, confusion mingled with the softest delight.

“’Temio? Temio, what’s – I don’t -” But Artemio shut him up with a kiss, then pulled back and stripped off his shirt, his sweatpants. “’Temio?”

“Undress myself first, so you don’t get distracted tryin’a do it for me.” Matti opened his mouth to protest, but Artemio kissed him and whatever words he’d been going to make turned into a moan instead, warmed his mouth. “Wanna take my time with you, Angel. Wanna make you understand – ” He knelt on the bed over Matti again, kissed him, then his throat, peeled the t-shirt he was wearing up over his skin a little at a time.

He traced meaningless patterns on Matti’s skin with eager fingers, brushed his mouth with his lips with just enough pressure to make it a kiss and laughed deep in his throat when Matti moaned even at that, lifted his hips to press his erection against Artemio’s body. “Need it so bad already? But I’m not gonna let you come until I get my cock in you, Matti.”

“Nn…Mas…’Temio.”

“Cock dripping already, look at you. Look at you. Makin’ a fuckin’ wet spot on my sweatpants.” He leaned back and grasped the shaft of Matti’s cock through the cotton, rubbed his thumb over the leaking head and grinned when Matti rolled his hips up into the touch. “Feels good?”

“Ohhh…yesss.”

“Bet I could make you come just like this, huh? Rubbin’ your cock like this, barely even touchin’ you, not even got your pants off yet but you’d come for me, wouldn’t you? Come if I told you to. If I just kept doin’ this.”

“Yes, yes -” He lifted his ass up off the bed, tried to roll his hips into Artemio’s grip, but Artemio only smirked at him and let go.

“Maybe next time.”

“Oh ‘Temio. Not fair – not fair.”

Artemio chuckled and reached for the knot he’d tied in the looped up drawstring, untied it and let it drop. “I know. Didn’t say I was gonna be fair, said I was gonna make love to you – and I love teasin’ you, Angel. Love watchin’ you get all worked up for me – ”

He leaned back, then tugged at the shirt still pulled up around Matti’s ribs. “Take this off.”

 

Week Five – Anna In August

This bit  of erotica comes from a new smut short, Anna In August.  This particular bit is part of an encounter between Anna, suddenly alone on her vacation, and Luca – the Alpha of his werewolf pack. Not that the pack stays on the outskirts for long…

(And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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The road went up into the mountain, and then stopped being a road. The woman clung more as they bounced over the rough dirt path, roared up into the trees and then stopped, suddenly, in a clearing where the moon was bright. They all got down at once, the whole pack around him, and they stood waiting, watching, until he finally he got up himself.

He slung down the kickstand, stood and felt the woman’s hands slipping from around his waist. Luca saw her eyes moving, darting, the rabbit-presence returned – and her awareness of him, the predator truth, was moving outward to include the rest of the pack.

They were already close. He shifted closer to her, spoke so that his mouth hovered only an inch from her mouth and their breath mingled as he spoke. “What’s your name?”

In that same, mingled breath, the word fled from her. “Anna-”

His mouth descended on her lips, and she groaned her way out of silence and into his mouth, reached up and held to his arms with both hands. When he lifted his mouth she stared at him, that dazed expression on her face that meant the wolf was winning her over. “I’m Luca, and this is my pack. Anna, you’re ours now.”

He saw her eyes dilating, her lips moving, and she mouthed the word with some confusion. Ours? But his hands were already undoing the buttons of her shirt, then the zipper of her jeans. He didn’t bare her skin, not yet. When she was flushed and coming undone, he’d save the sight of her for then.

Tease the woman, tease his pack. The scent of her was already enough that a hushed whine at the lowest end of the night howl’s spectrum was rising from them, one after another.

He slipped his fingers over her nipples until they became tight, sensitive peaks, drew tingling lines of sensation over them, over her breasts and the smooth, sensitive skin below them. His lips made warm passage from her mouth to the lobe of her ear and down along the smooth, curving column of her throat. Then he stepped back and shucked his jacket, pulled his shirt off over his head. She reached out for him, hungry for bare skin and more contact. Her hands tightened themselves against his shoulders.

This would be torture, he knew it would, but he would endure because this was only the first step, and because he knew that after this, she would not be able to deny him. She would know – and the knowing would make her his. His. Ours.

Pack.

Their awareness was humming inside him, their hands his hands, and he knew it was time to touch her now. He slipped one hand past the narrow elastic of her panties and felt dampness, then more than dampness as he pressed his finger past the soft lips of her sex and against her clit.

Luca heard Anna’s sudden, indrawn breath with a growing smile.

Week Four – Holy

This bit  of erotica comes from a work in progress, the infamous Holy. My apologies for the lateness, because of course if you hadn’t noticed this bit of Friday Fun is coming on Tuesday. But…better late than never!  (And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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“Matti.”

“No. No – I – I’m not Matti. I’m Matti for you, but I -”

Artemio stared at him, then reached out with his other hand and brushed blond hair away from his eyes, sucked in a breath and let it out on a long sigh. “Yeah. I know. ” He took another breath and smirked faintly. “I know who you are, Sraosha.”

Not for the first time, Artemio tasted incense, the serenity and the sacrifice of some ancient offering long vanished. Then he dragged Matti close with the grip he had around his throat, kissed him bruising hard and shoved him back against the wall.

“You wanna be broken? Fine. Fine. God knows I’m not gonna let anyone else do it.” Matti pushed forward and kissed him, impatient, testing, and Artemio growled against his mouth, stepped back and jerked him tight against his body. “You know better than that.”

He gave in to an impulse that had been tormenting him for weeks, slipped his mouth from Matti’s lips and down to his throat, his shoulder, bit hard and sucked blood to the surface. Matti bucked against him, cock suddenly rock hard, his whole body vibrating with his moans, and Artemio chuckled, pulled his mouth away and admired the dark bruise he’d left. “Fuck me, but you do want it. What’d I do to deserve you, huh?”

He slid his lips further up Matti’s throat and did it again, sucked at the gleaming skin, twisted his fingers in Matti’s soft blond hair and pulled hard. Matti pushed up against him again, begging for friction, groaning, muscles wiry with tightness and desire.

“Gonna mark you up, Matti. Next time somebody sees you on the street with me, know what they’re gonna say? Know what they’re gonna ask us?”

“Wha – what?”

“Nothing. Cause you’re mine, all mine, and it’s gonna be all over you.” Artemio bit him again, further along his shoulder where he knew the collar wouldn’t cover, sucked heat to the surface, then moved his mouth lower. He pushed Matti’s vest back off his shoulders, bit the burnished skin again and again, then lifted his head and nudged Matti away.  Artemio put his own back to the wall and reached down to undo his belt.

Matti went to his knees without even being asked, lifted his hands to unzip, unbutton, tugged Artemio’s pants down around his hips and reached for the waistband of his boxers. “May I – may I -”

“Gonna ask now? When you’re already touching? That’s no good.”

Master. Sorry, I’m sorry-”

“You can be sorry later. Finish what you started…since you started.”

Matti bit his lip, half-worried, half-eager, slipped his fingers under the waistband and tugged them down. He leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek against Artemio’s cock, stared up at him, waiting, waiting …but Artemio could wait. Now – now, he could wait, because it was making Matti crazy, his fingers trembling against Artemio’s thighs, breath quickening, body leaning forward while he licked his lips.

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For more from the first draft of Holy, try Accidental Master!

Week Three – Wolf Of The West

This bit  of erotica comes from Wolf of the West,  and continues where the Lick from the smutty 17th left off!  (And of course, remember, this sort of Friday Fun is NSFW!)

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“Connor—don’t—”

But Marcas’ voice was rich with groaning, and his cock twitched under Connor, where it was pressed against his belly, hot and hard.

“You want me to leave you like this?”

“I’m not going to take you—not now—”

It was Connor’s turn to laugh at him. “But what if I wanted something else?” He pushed Marcas’ tunic up to his chest, then further, until Marcas leaned up under him and pulled it the rest of the way off. “What if I want to taste you, Marcas?” He bent and kissed Marcas’ throat, licked at his pounding pulse, sucked warmth to the surface, then bit his shoulder.

Marcas bucked under him, and Connor grinned, lifted his head so Marcas could see it. “Fair’s fair.” But there was no pain in Marcas’ expression, just heat upon heat, and Connor sucked in a breath. “Or maybe not.” He slid back onto Marcas’ thighs and reached between them for his cock, wrapped his fist around it and stroked slowly.

Marcas groaned and reached out to grasp his thighs, tried to hold Connor still, but he slid back and back, until he was between Marcas’ legs, not on them. He pressed his lips to the soft skin of Marcas’ inner thigh, then leaned up and wrapped them around his cock.

Marcas jumped under him, then lay back groaning. His hands crept up to tighten in Connor’s hair, pulled on it, urging him onward. Connor experimented with the speed of his tongue, the pressure of his lips. This was something new—the taste of Marcas, the smooth skin ridged with veins under his tongue, but he liked it. The way Marcas moved under him, the way he grasped at Connor’s hair, his panting groans.

Marcas’ fingers in his hair guided his head, tightened against his scalp when he found a particularly sensitive place. Connor used his tongue to trace that spot again and again, soft strokes while Marcas thrust into his mouth, until he cried out and Connor tasted salt and bitter heat, felt Marcas’ cock pulsing on his tongue.

The fingers wrapped in his hair relaxed, and Connor pulled back and crawled up to lie by Marcas’ side, licking his lips and grinning widely.

“Connor…hmm.”

Whatever Marcas was going to say faded into his yawn. He reached out and pulled Connor close to his side, onto his chest, yawned again and closed his eyes.

Connor lay quiet, uncomplaining, listened to the heartbeat pounding under his ear and wondered how long this golden time would last.

Week Two – Undone

This teaser of smutty goodness comes from Undone,  to celebrate the end of the blog tour, and because it’s smutty goodness. (And of course, as it’s smutty, that means NSFW!)

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You’re perfect.”

The words slipped out of Tighe’s mouth and Faelan relaxed at the sound of them, some of the tension dissolving and what remained, all sensual tightness. Tighe kicked his trousers the rest of the way off his legs and waited only for an instant. Then Faelan was over him, on him, .

Faelan’s thighs sprawled open across his hips and the length of his cock pressed tight and hot against the rigid thickness of Tighe’s own erection. Faelan pressed down, leaned forward and rolled his hips so that the slick head of his cock rubbed back and forth against the pulsing nerves in Tighe’s.

His mouth moved across Tighe’s chest, over his collarbone, licked at the red bruises he’d left. Pleasure made his eyes dark and darker, the shining flecks deepening from amber to mahogany dusk, the green near-black, barely distinguishable from Faelan’s dilated pupils.

Tighe let his head fall back against the grass and traced the lines of lean, slender muscles in Faelan’s arms while he moved over him. Faelan braced himself on one hand, reached out with the other and entwined their fingers. He leaned up again, a shift of pressure and angle that let him kiss Tighe’s mouth even as the movement of his hips drew out a gasp. Faelan moaned faintly, breathed hot words close to Tighe’s ear.

“How much more. How much more will you give me? Prince, how much more?

More. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. It’s too good to stop.”

Perfect friction, perfect touch. Tighe gave in to his own urges, reached his fingers into Faelan’s hair and pulled him down against his mouth, kissed him again and again. The fire that lived inside him was seeping to the surface of his skin, and around them he saw the air rich with luster.