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Week Eleven – The Shadow Road

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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.

Friday Fun

Week Nine – Holy

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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.

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This  Lick comes  from The Burning Season, book three of Eight Kingdoms available here! Remember, Licks are NSFW excerpts, so read carefully – and look forward to another erotic excerpt on the smutty seventeenth of next month!

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Bran lay quiet, his eyes closed and his breathing growing slowly steady.

“When do you have to go? How soon?”

“Soon, but not now.”

Bran’s hands wandered across Macsen’s chest, up to cup his jaw, drew him close so Bran could kiss him, skimmed the sides of his body. “Good. Good.” Bran reached across his hip to run his fingertips along the underside of Macsen’s cock.

“Again, Bran? Impatient and insatiable.” There were heat and amusement both in Macsen’s voice as he turned against Bran’s body, reached over to close his fingers around the swift thickening of Bran’s erection.

“Yes. I want to still be feeling you when you leave.”

Macsen pressed his lips to Bran’s throat, licked the stinging punctures there, stroked him slowly. Bran turned his head again, lifted one leg over Macsen’s thighs behind him and shifted so that Macsen’s cock pressed between his buttocks.

“Please.” Macsen pushed , and Bran let out a broken moan. There was no discomfort now, his body still stretched and more than ready. There was only pleasure with every inch of Macsen’s penetration. “Want it harder, Macsen—” One slow thrust after another filled him with rigid thickness, then pulled back.

If Macsen kept to this pace, slower than before, Bran might die. He tilted his head back, exposed the vulnerable curve of his throat and met Macsen’s eyes. There was more red in them than violet now, red of blood, red of fire, and beneath those things, the swirling of a winter storm.

“Harder, Macsen. Please—cock in me, teeth in me, harder please.”

The more Bran begged the more he felt Macsen tensing behind him, coming closer to an edge he rarely crossed. As if he were afraid. Now, as always, Bran could tell he was holding back, and that was the opposite of what he wanted.

“It’s too much, Bran. I’ve already taken too much.”

“I want too much.” Bran rolled his hips and felt the sharp heat of Macsen’s exhalation against his back, the tightening of Macsen’s fingers at his hip. “Give me what I want, Macsen. Give me what I want, you know you can’t say no.”

In a moment, Bran was flat on his back again and empty, so empty. The glare of Macsen’s eyes blazed down at him through the fall of his hair.

“I can’t say no. I can’t, I can’t.” He spread Bran’s legs with warm hands that went cold without warning. “That means you should be careful what you ask for.” Wholly, fully, Macsen thrust deep, pulled himself forward over Bran’s body and set a pace that was fast and hard.

 

 

 

Friday Fun

Week Six – Holy

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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.”

 

Friday Fun

Week Four – Holy

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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!

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Lick By Moonlight

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This  Lick comes  from Wolf of the West, a standalone novel currently available here! Remember, Licks are NSFW excerpts, so read carefully – and look forward to another erotic excerpt on the smutty seventeenth of next month!

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Just Marcas’ kiss was almost enough to bring Connor over the edge. When Marcas pulled back again, Connor was glad, not wanting to make a fool of himself, but the next moment he thought it might not matter. He felt a single one of Marcas’ fingers moving over the entrance of his body, circles that teased with a dip inward, never really penetrating, stimulating nerves new to sensual sensation. His other hand gripped Connor’s cock at the base, stroked slowly.

“Marcas—Marcas, please, I’m—”

“Close?” The word was a growl that came close to his skin. “Good. You like when I touch you, Connor?”

“Yes.”

“You like when I touch you here.”

Slowly, the finger penetrated, and there was both pleasure and faint burning. “Yes…“ Marcas pressed deeper, and Connor let his head fall back against the ground. “Oh yes.” The feeling was wholly new, different from any way he’d ever touched himself or been touched by any lover. “Please, Marcas, more.”

He felt more stretching him, knew it was two fingers inside him now, but the slow pace of Marcas’ stroking didn’t change. Gods. He’d been wanting for so long that it was all he could do to keep himself from really begging, but Connor’s body wouldn’t obey like his voice did. He moved his hips against Marcas’ fingers, into his fist, reached up to grip Marcas’ shoulders with both hands.

He had been teasing himself before Marcas came—what Marcas was doing now was driving him to distraction. Connor slipped his hands down Marcas’ sides, pressed his palm against the rigid throbbing of Marcas’ cock.

“Want you, Marcas. Want more—want you—”

The fingers moving in him thrust faster, sharper. The fist wrapped around his cock squeezed tighter, sped its strokes, and Connor lost his words to gasps and moans. He stared up into Marcas’ eyes and felt another surge of heat. So good, the fingers inside him, the fist wrapped around his cock—and the way Marcas’ looked at him, hungry, panting wolf in the back of his gaze, as if he would swallow Connor whole—

So good.

“Marcas, you—you—please—“

The words were barely coherent, but Marcas laughed at him still, his voice almost hoarse with wanting.

“No, Connor. No more than this. Not now.” He flicked his gaze up to meet Connor’s eyes. “Not unless you want more fingers inside you.”

“Yes—anything, yes—”

Connor heard Marcas groan, then gasped as he pulled two fingers away and pushed three back inside. It was almost too much, slow burning stretch, deep feeling, but too much wasn’t enough.

“So tight, Connor. So tight around my fingers, how will I fit my cock in you?”

Connor squeezed the thickness of Marcas’ cock under his hand, felt his fingers inside touch something hot with pleasure. He groaned and bucked up twice into Marcas’ fist, fire spreading everywhere inside him, a shattering ecstasy. He felt the wet warmth of his own essence on his chest, his belly, and over him Marcas trembling—trembling so that Connor was able to pull himself back, away from fingers and hand and the heat of his body, and tumble him back onto the grass.