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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.

Broken Glass

Another bit of Holy, for your reading pleasure, which includes the lines I shared from this WIP for today’s #1lineWed theme on twitter: Sound! This time,  the words come from scene one, draft two! 

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It had been a quiet night. Now, there were too many lights flashing, and the noise of too many heavy, booted feet. The old brick and concrete behind the new installations of Wall-ads and neon signs hovered in a vague haze of too many colors, too much bright. It was the part of the city Artemio didn’t come to, not any more, not even though he’d been born here. They’d called it Old Boston but it wasn’t the Boston he remembered. Just a reflection, gone blurry and eye-catching on wet asphalt. He stubbed out his cigarette against the door of the van.

“Too many goddamn lights.” What was the point of calling his team in if the regulars were gonna fuck it all up before they had a chance to get started? He heard the wet slap of Taj’s boots against the pavement as he rounded the back of the van and came up beside him. Artemio threw an expectant glance at his second, but Taj was already shaking his head.

“No dice. We’re gonna have to go with the info and blueprints we got out of storage, Luca’s got nothing. No access in or out, this place isn’t even hardwired to the old surface ‘net so there’s nothing to patch in on.”

Artemio grimaced, shrugged. “Guess we’re gonna have to do it the hard way, then.”

“You wanna wait for the girls?”

“Can’t. How long’ve the regs been out here like this? Anything serious inside’s gotta know they’re out here by now, and we’ve been here five minutes – five more’s too many. We’re goin’ in – take out those east windows, blow the whole inside of the ground floor flat and clean.”

“Got it.”

“Get Jer at the rear, I want you on point with me and Marina’n Luca in the middle.”

He didn’t turn to make sure his orders would be followed, he knew they would be. He waited twenty seconds, then raised his fist, dropped it. At the signal, Luca tossed a pair of crackers, and the world dissolved into a flash of shattered magic and the sound of breaking glass.

Artemio swung himself into the window, dropped and turned to the cover the room while Taj slipped in beside him. Something was…off. The sound of the sirens had faded out of his awareness as soon as he was inside the building. He could still hear the glass breaking, but only where it crunched on the floor under his feet, and then Taj’s. “What the hell? Taj -”

“Yeah, I feel it. I can see it. Something strong. Dunno what, I’ve never felt anything like this.”

Artemio felt magic moving on his skin, itchy-tingling, already strong enough to make him tighten his fist and run the fingers of his other hand back through his hair. He drew his gaze along the walls, peered into dark corners, then glanced at the windows and noticed the way they failed to let in light, as well as sound. More glass crunched as Luca dropped in and crossed to stand beside Taj, and Artemio watched Marina drop in behind him, cat-quiet. Jer came last, face scrunched in irritation as his vestments caught on the glass.

He signaled them all out to check the rest of the downstairs, because this room was sure as fuck empty, and despite the noise they’d made busting in there was nobody on the stairs. Artemio turned his attention back to the windows. Reflections from the lights on the building across from them spilled toward them, but just like the sound nothing entered.

Artemio  scoped out the room around them again with sharp eyes. That was the other thing bothering him – not a single shadow was disturbed, though there should be many. He filed the thought away with all the other things that already stuck out as wrong about this place.

It was right at the edge of the worst of the blasted district that still had buildings standing, but this one was untouched. There wasn’t a boarded window or a cracked brick in the whole place, at least not that he’d seen. And the silence, when outside there was the beginnings of rain and the sounds of sirens, crackling speaker-static, tires on wet pavement, boots tramping and conversation? All of that was loud enough that the noise should have been spilling in, flooding the whole of this downstairs room. The shadows didn’t move because the outside lights went dark at the line of the window, as if they didn’t dare come in.

Artemio stared at the broken pane of glass for a second – yeah, just what he’d been afraid of. The line of dark and light was sharp, unnatural, cut off just where the glass should be.

“Somebody fortressed this place up real good. Best goddamn barrier I’ve ever seen.”

And that’s not good.

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!

Inspirational Omens

For reasons unknown to me, the last three days have seen me use this particular bit of the Genji Monogatari Sennenki OST  as inspiration for EVERY SINGLE WIP.

That means book five of Eight Kingdoms got some words out of this (Macsen is being tortured. He likes it. Don’t ask, don’t ask. Yet.). Holy got some words out of this too, although I’m having issues keeping a poor, innocent waiter alive now because of that. Even Gorgoneion, a short story from the perspective of Medusa’s severed head, got words! I thought perhaps it was an omen, and decided that the best use of omens is to share them wildly, widely, and without restraint.

So! Here, have my inspiration – and if you’re feeling up to it, share some of yours!