Golden Dancer by Tara Lain

Excerpt ADULT: Golden Dancer by Tara Lain

Available Sept 27 from Loose Id

A reporter and the thief he’s investigating fall for a golden dancer forging a ménage of love and lies that could send one to prison and one to the morgue. Uncovering secrets requires baring more than just the soul.

He half believed the reason his investigation was going nowhere was because he didn’t want to succeed. Now that he knew Daniel -- in more than the Biblical sense -- he didn’t really want the man to be guilty. Or, at least, he was having a tough time with the idea of bringing him down. Shit! What kind of a fucking reporter was he? But it was possible that Daniel didn’t do it. It was possible!

On top of a boatload of frustration over his stalled investigation, Mac was also crawly with sexual frustration. From celibate to addict in a week. He stalked around his little house like a caged animal, thought about the Laguna gay bars, and rejected the idea as too scary and kind of repulsive. He’d even thought of trying out the boy-toy service he used for Kizwalski, but that qualified as full-on creepy. What he wanted was Trelain. Trelain’s ass, yes, but also those turquoise eyes looking at him like he -- what did Debbie call it? -- hung the moon. He missed the dancer with an ache he would have thought impossible just weeks ago. Yeah, and to be honest, he kind of missed the damned billionaire too. Crap.

One more tea. Pouring the dark liquid over yet more ice, he heard a car door slam. It was early afternoon. Not many people coming and going at this hour.

Feeling nosy, he carried his drink into the living room and peered out the window. Holy shit. Daniel stood in the middle of his little yard looking around like he’d never seen how the other half lived, but his chauffeur was pulling the big limo away from his house.

Talk about conflicting emotions -- a weird combo of horror and delight. Before one emotion could win, the doorbell sounded. He set down the tea and walked to the entry. First he needed to know why the hell Daniel was here. Deep breath. He opened the door.

How could he forget Daniel’s beauty? Six-three or -four of slim, broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped masculinity. That silver hair had grown a bit since Mac had first seen him, and it curled a little around his ears. Those deep midnight blue eyes went on for eons. Right now, those eyes looked uncertain. Dimples flashed in the lean cheeks. “Hi.”

Breathing was difficult. “Hi.”

Mac couldn’t move. Daniel didn’t. Finally, Mac shook himself mentally. Get a grip. “Did you want to come in?”

“That would be nice, yes.”

Mac stepped aside, and Daniel walked past him into the cramped, messy cottage. Mac followed the bigger man as he walked into the little living-room/office combo. Shit. He walked over to the computer to check that only his water article was up on the screen. Yeah. Good. “Do you want some iced tea?”

“Thank you.”

Mac walked into the little kitchen, poured a new glass, and refilled his own. What the hell did the man want? When he went back to the living area, Daniel was looking at photos on the wall. He extended a glass. Daniel took it, and their eyes met.

Daniel seemed to take a breath. “I miss you so much.”

“What?”

“I miss you. I can’t stand that Trelain being gone means we have nothing left between us.”

Mac knew his mouth hung open. “I didn’t think you even liked me.”

The dark eyes looked back at him, and then he got the wry smile he knew so well. “I didn’t. I even tried to hate you because Trelain cares for you so much, but I can’t seem to do it. I want you, Mac.”

Mac shook his head, trying to clear it. What was this about? This was so not in character for the cool billionaire. Yeah, he’d seen Daniel play at bottoming for Trelain, but this was…well, not Trelain. It was him, MacKenzie MacAllister. WTF? A lot of people were acting strangely lately, including him. “There are a million guys who would lie down in the road to be with you…”

Daniel grabbed his arm, sloshing a little tea onto the old wood floor. “Don’t want them. Want you. Fuck me, Mac. Please, fuck me.”

This wasn’t happening. Daniel Terrebone, billionaire, art thief, and nemesis, was not really standing here begging to be fucked. Sweet Jesus, his head was going to explode. Mac backed up, pulling his arm from Daniel’s grasp, surrendering more tea to the floorboards.

Daniel closed the gap in one step, flipping the glass from Mac’s hand. He barely heard the crash as Daniel’s mouth closed over his. Instant flashback to that night in the hallway at Daniel’s house, the night Mac’s whole life changed. Mac felt that hot tongue pressing into his mouth with no pause for permission, and every ounce of frustration boiling just under his skin for days poured out his throat in a deep moan, a moan echoed by the big man holding him. Mac’s arms wrapped around that tall body of their own accord, and he tangled a leg around Daniel’s thigh trying to get their cocks closer. Daniel was big, but no way he could lift Mac’s tall, lanky frame around his waist like they both loved to do to Trelain. Instead, the man grabbed that thigh and pulled it high until Mac’s erection pointed straight at the big lump in Daniel’s shorts, and then he pulled Mac’s butt with his other hand and ground them together. Oh shit, it felt good.

“Feel good, Mac? Have you been missing this as much as I have?” Daniel stared relentlessly into his eyes as he purposefully ground their two big rods, separated only by thin summer cotton. Daniel pulled Mac’s butt harder, shooting sparks straight through his cock. “Tell me, dammit!”

“Yes, shit, yes, I dream about it. I wake up covered in cum thinking of your mouth on my cock.” And damn him to hell, it was true.

Daniel pulled their bodies closer and rotated his hips. Holy crap, it was like heaven and hell at once. Daniel pushed his lips next to Mac’s ear. “And did you ever dream about fucking me, Mac? After you saw Trelain do it, didn’t you want to just a little bit?” When all he got from Mac was a moan, he upped the grinding. “Tell me; I want to hear. Tell me!”

“Oh God, yes, I wanted to fuck you right then, but you didn’t ask me. I’ve wanted to every day since; I want to…”

“Now. You want to now.”

“Yes, God, yes.” Crap, what was he saying?

Daniel pulled Mac in for a searing kiss. “Where?”

Mac nodded toward the bedroom.

The crazy big man picked Mac up by the waist. Mac was only a couple inches shorter and maybe twenty pounds lighter, so the overall effect was not graceful or suave. In fact, the marked contrast to having the sinuous Trelain wrapped around him made Mac laugh. Daniel looked at him askance for a moment, then joined in. This had to be a sight worthy of a Saturday cartoon, but it got the job done, and Daniel carried Mac, stumbling, down the short hall, tossed him onto his bed, and fell down on top of him.

The laughing turned to gasping. Daniel dug into a pocket and produced a bottle of lube. He pushed himself up off Mac’s body and dragged his denim shorts off a very erect cock with no underwear in between. The man came prepared. Breathing hard, he poured lube into his palm, knelt up, bent over unceremoniously, and started shoving lube into his ass. He glanced at Mac. “Get those shorts off, man. You got work to do.”

Holy crap. He was about to fuck Daniel Terrebone. That this might be true in more ways than

one was not something he wanted to think about.

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Lady Blue Crew by Lynn Hagen and Stormy Glenn

END OF THE LINE

Lady Blue Crew 1

By Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen

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Giovanni Gallardo is on the run. With only a knapsack in his hands, he boards a ship to get as far away from earth as he possibly can. When he arrives at End of the Line, things go south fast.

Remy Vystal is the commander of the Lady Blue. Kicked out of the Elite Force for something they didn't do, Remy and his crew travel the galaxy taking on missions to survive.

When a stowaway is discovered aboard, the fun has only just begun. Remy has found his mate in the little human, but Gigi is more than the crew is used to handling.

When they discover Gigi’s secret, the crew must fight to keep Gigi alive. Keeping Gigi safe from a replicator that’s possessed may be easier than keeping him safe from the one man who has called a bounty on all of their heads.

STORY EXCERPT

The End of the line… Giovanni Gallardo shook his head. When they said end of the line, they weren't kidding, he thought as he watched out the porthole. The ship he rode on was docking at a spaceport of a backwater planet. He was at the end of the line for sure. He was practically at the end of the universe. Spaceships didn't even fly beyond this point, not unless the pilot was totally loco. Giovanni wasn't a pilot but he also wasn't so sure he wasn't loco either. He had to be out of his mind to come to the edge of the known universe in the hopes of starting a new life away from earth. And who in the hell named someplace The End of the Line? What kind of name was that for a city? Granted, it wasn't a large city, and it was kind of creepy, but still. Who came up with this shit? Of all of the places he could have picked to settle in he had to choose this one? Yep, he was definitely loco. But desperate times called for desperate measures. No one back on earth would ever think to look for him here—he hoped. Blending in with the local population was Giovanni's best hope of not being discovered but as he watched the inhabitants of the planet scurry around the spaceport, he was having his doubts. He'd never even seen some of the alien species walking around, much less heard them described. Giovanni had hoped to travel as far from earth and his former owner as he could possibly get. He had thought coming to this planet would do the trick. But he was seriously beginning to rethink that plan. There was no one here to help him, not that there was back on earth either. But this place went so far beyond bizarre, even he seemed to stand out. Men with blue skin and antennas drank foaming green liquid at what seemed to be an outdoor bar. Standing next to them was a person with a flat head. Giovanni blink. The guy, at least he assumed it was a guy, literally had a flat head. He could have carried a drink on it and not spilled a drop. Giovanni's eyes were rounded with shock as he disembarked from the spaceship. He clutched his small bag tightly to his side as he stared with wide eyes at everything he passed. This was definitely not earth. Aliens were segregated back on earth. They did not mix with the general population. They were only allowed inside the red zones. Giovanni had seen a few, mostly on the vid-screen and in magazines. He'd never really seen one in person. He was astonished at the variety. "Hey, watch it!" someone snapped when Giovanni walked into them. "Sorry." Giovanni quickly back peddled, fear spiking through him. He needed to watch where he was going. Giovanni wasn’t sure what the aliens’ customs were, never having known a single alien in his life. Could bumping into someone be considered a deadly offense? He stiffened and clutched his bag tighter to his side when the thing snorted and blue smoke blew out his… snout? Giovanni was rethinking that whole escape from earth and you'll be safe plan he'd come up with. He just might have stepped out of the frying pan and took a nose dive right into the roaring fire. People were starting to turn and watch him. Giovanni felt like a bug under glass. He wanted to blend in. He felt like he stood out like a sore thumb. He tightened his grip on his bag and lowered his head as he made a hasty retreat and tried to find some dark hole to hide in. As much as he had hoped he'd be able to hide on this planet, if too many people saw him, word would get back to Drake. Once that happened, even hiding at the edge of the known universe wouldn't save him. Giovanni found a small hiding place between two large crates against the back wall on the loading dock. He squeezed his small body in between them, for once thankful that Drake barely fed him. Hardly anyone would be able to get to him where he was hiding. The space was tight, but it hid him from prying eyes. If he could just stay hidden for awhile then he could work out the rest of his plan. Right now, he had none. His only thought had been escaping. Beyond that, he didn't have a clue. Giovanni knew he'd needed a job or some way to support himself. Being a sex slave to the biggest boss in New Chicago wasn't exactly something to put on a resume. Well, not unless he planned to peddle his ass on the streets and Giovanni was really hoping to avoid that. He'd had enough of being used and abused and never being able to say no. He wanted to try something different—like free will. Giovanni clutched his bag tightly to his chest and hunkered down between the two wooden crates. For now, this seemed like the safest place to be. Besides, he'd had a long trip. Being on a spaceship filled with other people didn't exactly make him comfortable. Giovanni couldn't remember the last time he'd slept and he was exhausted. Maybe, for just a few minutes, he could get a little rest. He'd decide what to do with the rest of his life once he got a little shut eye. With that thought in mind, Giovanni closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the side of the crate. Maybe when he woke up things would look a little better because so far, the End of the Line was looking almost as bad as Earth.

ADULT EXCERPT

"Are you playing with yourself under the table?"

Remy froze. That’s exactly what he had been doing and hearing Gigi talking about it was edging him ever closer to an orgasm of epic proportions. He squeezed his cock tightly to keep from shooting.

"Um…"

"I can see your hand moving and I know you're naked. I saw you in the kitchen. You were hard as a rock." Gigi shrugged just as Remy glanced up. "It's no matter to me. I mean, if you want to play with yourself, that’s your business. I just wondered."

"Uh…" Remy frowned. "Thank you?"

Gigi took another bite of his food. He looked up as he chewed. When he started waving his fork around, Remy knew he was in trouble.

"Of course, if you're going to fuck me, I'd prefer that you waited. I saw how hard you were in the kitchen and I'd rather have a hard dick in my ass than a soft one, you know?" Gigi waved his fork some more. "It just kind of adds something to it when the fucker is hard when fucking the fuckee."

Remy blinked. His head was starting to hurt—both of them. One from denying himself the bliss that was Gigi's body and the other because Gigi was speaking and confusing the hell out of him.

The only thing he really understood from all of that was hard dick and fucking. Maybe the trick was to keep Gigi occupied so he couldn't talk while getting what he wanted at the same time. "I plan to eat every last bit of this steak so if you want me to keep my hands off my cock then I suggest you play with it, suck it, or ride it. Hell, I’m not that picky."

Remy started coughing roughly when Gigi grinned and slid under the table. A moment later, wet hot silk enveloped the head of his cock. Remy dropped his fork and gripped the edges of the metal table as Gigi began licking him. He spread his legs and Gigi scooted closer.

Oh hell, he was going to die, right here in the mess hall of his very own ship. And he couldn't have cared less. His arm swung out, the dishes flying across the room, shattering against the wall as Remy reached under the table and grabbed Gigi by his arms.

“Get your ass up here.”

Gigi giggled as he climbed up Remy’s lap and then onto the tabletop. He wiggled his beautifully shaped ass in Remy’s face. Remy growled as he curled his fingers into Gigi’s waistband and yanked, the material shredding under his sharp claws.

Remy shook his right hand, concentrating on making the claws retract, at least slightly. He was anxious to sink deep inside of Gigi, but he didn’t want to purposely scar the man for life. Remy leaned back, allowing a string of saliva to escape his mouth and fall between the crease of the little man’s ass.

His saliva would act as a relaxant and prepare the human for his very large cock. Remy thanked the gods that his species had this ability because if they hadn't, he would have had to find another way and at the moment, patience wasn’t a virtue in his book.

“Holy hell, what is that?” Gigi panted as he looked over his shoulder.

“Natural lube. Just relax, Gigi.” Remy wasn’t sure how he could be telling the little man this when he was far from relaxed himself. The need to strike quickly, to claim, and to dominate where riding him hard. Remy had to take a deep breath to tamp down those urges so he wouldn’t hurt the human.

His canines extended further when Remy grabbed the base of his cock and slowly sank in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he had an urge to howl. Although Gigi seemed to be all for the sex, he wasn’t trying to scare the man.

Remy laid his hands on Gigi’s sides, careful of his claws, as his hips began to rock in and out. His body quivered from the restraint he was using to be gentle. He was trying to fuck the little man, not put him through the table. His legs began to shake as his wolf instincts demanded he take Gigi harder.

“Harder, Remy. Fuck me like you mean it,” Gigi begged.

Remy had to shake his head. The lust was building into a blinding fog that would soon make him forget he was holding a fragile human under him. He needed to concentrate on going slow and easy, even if his angel just asked for what his wolf form wanted.

Remy pushed forward slowly. He hadn't even sunk all the way in. Fear of hurting Gigi made him hold back. Sweat began to break out all over his body as his hands shook. His race was used to fucking like madmen. Using the amount of control he was forcing his body to use was taking its toll.

“Damn it,” Gigi growled as he slammed back onto Remy’s cock, taking all ten inches into his ass.

A howl of pleasure ripped from Remy's chest as Gigi shouted out his name. If the little human could take it, Remy wasn’t one to deny. His wolf howled in agreement, the sound echoing throughout the mess hall. He pulled his hips back and slammed into Gigi, a growl climbing up his chest and making his lips pull back in a snarled curl. Remy picked Gigi up, the little human’s arms circling back around his neck as he bounced Gigi on his cock.

“Hell, yeah," Gigi screamed. "Harder, faster.”

Remy wrapped an arm around the little angel as his hips snapped, giving Gigi exactly what he was crying out for. He could feel the tingling clawing its way up his spine as Gigi pulled at his neck.

“You’re mine!” Remy declared as his balls drew tight to his body. “Mine, do you understand me?”

“Whatever you want, just don’t stop fucking me,” Gigi cried out.

Remy leaned forward, putting Gigi back onto his hands and knees as he blanketed his back and sank his canines into soft flesh. He shocked himself with the move. To bite someone while having sex was to claim them as your mate.

Sparkle and Purr by Stormy Glenn

SPARKLE & PURR

Midnight Matings

by Stormy Glenn

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The Gathering is called. The spell is cast. There is no escaping the Midnight Matings.

Elder Davan Solaris has secrets, the most important being the love he still harbors for Manuel Tejarda, the man he bonded with four years ago at the last Great Gathering. Some days, thoughts of Manuel are the only thing that keeps him going. Other days, the anguish of being abandoned brings him to his knees. Manuel will always hold his heart. When Manuel appears at this year's Great Gathering, Davan panics. He's given up too much to let Manuel rip his heart apart again. Besides, he has an even bigger secret to hide, and this one he needs to hide from Manuel.

Manuel knows Davan betrayed him. He has the proof. But he can't help but seek Davan out when he attends the gathering. A cloud of rage fills him when he discovers the plans of the elder council, and he takes that anger out on Davan, claiming the man as his mate. When his mind clears, Manuel's only thought is to guard his heart from the one man that has the power to destroy it, even if that means not having Davan as his mate. Destroying the forces bent on keeping them apart might be easier than giving Davan up, especially when Manuel discovers the secrets Davan has been keeping from him.

STORY EXCERPT

"Hello, Davan." Davan Solaris closed his eyes for a moment as he heard a voice he never thought he'd hear again. He drew in a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves before opening his eyes and turning around. It would never do for anyone to see an elder freaking out, even if he was freaking out. "Hello, Manuel," Davan said as he folded his hands together in front of him, hoping that Manuel didn't see how much they were shaking. "It's been a long time." And Manuel was just as gorgeous now as he was four years ago. It wasn't fair, really it wasn't. Davan wanted him to be old and ugly. He wasn't. He still looked tall and muscular and sexy as sin. If anything, Manuel had just grown sexier in the passing years. "Four years," Manuel replied. "Not since the last Great Gathering." "How have you been?" It was agonizing for Davan to stand there and converse pleasantly with the one person that had almost destroyed him. It had been four years since they had seen each other. And Davan felt every second of it like a knife in his heart. Manuel crossed his muscular arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. "Is that all you have to say to me after all of this time?" "I'm not sure we have much to say to each other." Davan certainly didn't have anything to say to Manuel. He felt everything had been said when he woke up in bed alone. He hadn't seen Manuel since. There had been no explanation, no note, not even a phone call. Manuel was just gone, along with all of his possessions. He had packed up and left in the middle of the night without a word. That pretty much said it all for Davan. "I'm needed in the grand ballroom," Davan said. "It was… interesting seeing you again, Manuel." He quickly turned away and hurried down the long hallway before Manuel could say another word or stop him. Davan had envisioned seeing Manuel again. Somehow, despite the pain he suffered nearly every day, he never thought it would be this hard. He wanted to scream at Manuel, to demand answers. He wanted to know why Manuel had left him in the middle of the night. He wanted to know why the man threw away all that they could have had together. And yet, he didn't. He was afraid of the answers. Davan paused at the entrance to the grand ballroom and drew in several calming breaths. He didn't know how he was going to lock away his emotions when they were so close to the surface. He just knew he had to. He was an elder now. He had come a long way from the gangly young man Manuel knew four years ago. He had poured all of his anguish into becoming the elder of fae clans. It gave him purpose and usually kept him too busy to think about Manuel. And now the man was here. Davan shook himself out of his deep thoughts when he saw the other elders gathering on the dais. He was required to be up there with them. Tonight would either make or break the paranormal community. The Great War between the Paranormals had decimated them all. Hundreds had been killed, entire clans wiped out. In the twenty five years since, things had settled between the different paranormals to a large extent but there was still a lot of fighting going on—something the elders planned to end tonight. The humans had become aware of the paranormals during the Great War. While they were pretty content to let the paranormals live in relative peace, they would not put up with discord, fighting, or the million other stupid things the younger people insisted on doing in the name of their kind. The elders feared interference from the humans. They had a right to be. Enough of the paranormals had been killed during the Great War that they would not be able to defend themselves if the humans attacked. The fighting had to end, hence, tonight's little gathering. The Gathering was called every February 29th, on leap year. This year, invitations had gone out to every unmated person of mating age in the paranormal world. Even if attendance was mandatory, not all had shown. Still, the next few minutes would be interesting. Davan truly believed that a mating shouldn't be forced and that the council's decision would create more problems than it would fix. He was outvoted. Davan stepped into the large room. He nodded to several people as he made his way up onto the dais to stand with the other elders. Even if he had been outvoted, he would still stand behind the decision of the council. He tensed when Elder Burke walked to the front of the dais. The shit was about to hit the fan.

ADULT EXCERPT

"No!" Davan screamed as Manuel reached for him. He held up a hand as if that would ward the large jaguar shifter off. It wouldn't. The big man took Davan down to the floor and hovered over him. "No, Manuel, you don't want to do this."

It was already too late. Davan cried out as he felt Manuel's teeth sink into his neck. Tears of sorrow fell from his eyes when he felt the mating bond snap into place. He slumped against Manuel, knowing that nothing he did would stop what was happening.

There was a small part of Davan that gloried in the bond he now had with Manuel, something he had dreamed of having for years. But it was a small part, a part he kept buried deep inside.

The other part, the bigger part, knew that this was all some terrible mistake. He would never be able to escape the memories now. He'd live with them every day for the rest of his life. Worse yet, he'd be living them with Manuel.

Being an elder, Davan knew what Manuel did not and when the man discovered the rest of the council's mandate, he would hate Davan—something Davan already lived with on a daily basis but buried each day so he could function.

Davan prayed that this wasn't happening, that it was all some horrible nightmare. He knew it wasn't when one of the council guards stepped toward them and Manuel growled while clutching Davan to his chest.

Davan had researched jaguar shifters. He knew they were a possessive species. Mating was taken very seriously by jaguars. They only ever had one mate. They guarded those mates with a fierceness that was unparalleled in the paranormal world.

It had been a strong bone of contention between Davan and Manuel ten years ago. Fae were a little freer about things. They mated but it was often in groups of three or more. Very rarely did fae mate with just one person.

It wasn't that Davan planned to be unfaithful or to even bring someone else into their relationship. He had cared about Manuel too much. It was the possessiveness that was so hard. Manuel didn't like Davan out of his site for any reason.

It had caused many disagreements between them, and Davan knew it was one of the reasons Manuel left. The anger he could now feel through their bond told Davan that the road ahead wasn't going to be any easier. Manuel blamed him.

Davan started to struggle when he felt Manuel's clawed hands start tearing at his clothes. He knew under normal circumstances that Manuel never would have even thought of fucking him in a room full of people but there wasn't anything normal about tonight. Manuel was mindless with mating heat. He wouldn't be stopped.

But he could be moved. Davan grabbed at Manuel's hands as he tried to scoot out from under the man. Manuel growled. Davan inhaled sharply. He knew he wasn't in danger, not anymore. He was Manuel's mate and would be protected at all costs. But everyone around them was in danger of losing their lives.

"Not here, Manuel," Davan said carefully. He knew of only one way to get through to Manuel in his current feral state. "Please, not in front of everyone else. I don't want anyone to see me."

Manuel's jaw clenched when he pulled his teeth free of Davan's neck. He glanced quickly around as if he expected someone to try and take Davan away from him. Davan grunted when Manuel's arms tightened possessively around him. Manuel growled and stood up, cradling Davan in his arms.

The softly painted blue walls of the ballroom flew past Davan as Manuel carried him out of the room. They quickly turned to stone as Manuel hurried down the hallway. Davan barely had time to register the fact that they were heading into a room before the door slammed closed and he was tossed onto the bed.

Manuel was on him before he could roll over, tearing the remaining clothes from his body. Davan swallowed hard at the untamed glow in Manuel's dark brown eyes. The man was feeling every effect of the mating heat.

Davan just prayed there was enough sanity left in the man to not hurt him during their coupling. Anyone could be rough when it came to mating. A Jaguar in the midst of a mating heat could be dangerous.

If Davan made the wrong move, Manuel might take it as his refusal to accept the mating, and then all hell would break loose. Davan knew he would have to be very careful so he didn't set Manuel off.

Manuel's face was flushed when he looked down at Davan. His eyes held an insane glint in them. Strangely, Davan didn't detect a hint of the hatred he was sure Manuel felt. Instead, Manuel's look was filled with desire.

"Manny," Davan whispered as he reached up to stroke the side of Manuel's face.

Despite everything, he still cared for the man. Davan's heart almost cracked when Manuel grabbed his hand and kissed the palm. It was a gentle gesture, one that was at odds with the fierce warrior that Davan knew Manuel to be.

"Don't do—ahhh!" Davan cried out as Manuel struck hard and fast, sinking his canines into the soft skin of Davan's neck.

Davan knew what Manuel was doing. He was reasserting his claim on Davan. He'd do it every time he felt his claim was threatened. That’s what jaguars did. Davan imagined he'd be bit a lot in the future. Manuel had possessiveness down to an art form.

Misery and elation warred inside of Davan when he felt Manuel's hands move down his body. He had ached to see Manuel again for four very lonely years. He dreamed of the man at night, crying out in the mornings when he woke without him. To be touched by the man again was a dream Davan never thought he would realize.

But the pleasure he knew was to come was a small comfort for the pain he knew he'd suffer the moment Manuel regained his senses. Davan wasn't sure he would survive it when Manuel left again or told him to his face that he wasn't good enough to be a jaguar's mate.

Because of that, when he felt Manuel's slick cock slide into his ass, Davan's cry didn't come just from the exquisite pleasure that movement produced but also from his soul crying out in denial.

The intense shocks shooting through Davan at finally being claimed by Manuel overshadowed everything for several moments. Manuel's large hands stroked his heated skin as the man pounded into him. His larger body pressed down on Davan but it was a welcome weight, letting Davan know it wasn't all a dream. Manuel really was here. Davan was truly being claimed.

Davan cried out as his body ignited in a maelstrom of pleasure so intense that he felt his world tilt. He couldn't hold back the pixie dust that would renew his bond with Manuel when his wings extended. Brilliant colors filled the air around them, dusting both of them until their skin glowed.

Davan's wings fluttered wildly between his back and the mattress as awe in the moment grew. Manuel tossed his head back and roared out his release. He felt the cock in his ass pulse then fill him, further cementing Manuel's claim.

As Manuel lowered his head and looked back down at him, Davan let his eyes fall close and exhaustion take him away. He didn't have it in him at that moment to see the anger in Manuel's eyes when the man figured out what happened.

He just wanted to dream a little longer.

Kade and the Captives by Gale Stanley

Kade and the Captives

Symbiotic Mates: 5

A MMM Shape-shifter romance

Blurb:

A drunken bet with his boyfriend leads Noah to the Wolf Den and a night of wild sex he'll never forget. But he gets more than he bargained for when he ends up in the middle of a war between Lycans and vampires.

The pack Alpha has plans for the human male drinking in the Wolf Den and he orders Kade, his enforcer, to seduce Noah. Noah is easy on the eyes and Kade agrees, but sparks fly and the Lycan finds himself wondering if he's the one who's been seduced. When the Alpha finally reveals his plan for the blue-eyed blond, Kade knows he'll never be able to carry it out.

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EXCERPT

Noah's heartbeat raced as two big hands came around to rest on the bar, effectively trapping him. He recognized the ring on the man's left hand; it was the hot bartender, back from his break. Kade leaned over Noah's shoulder and whispered. "You're not leaving already." Hot breath against Noah's ear turned up his core temperature and he practically melted into the man. "We haven't had a drink yet." The bartender nipped his lobe.

Noah's cock filled. Tongue-tied, he could only sit there with his mouth open as Toby got up and the man at his back replaced the redhead.

He placed a possessive hand on Noah's thigh. "I'm Kade."

"Noah."

Two more shots appeared in front of them.

"Drink up, Noah. I want a dance."

The next thing he knew, they were on the dance floor, and Kade was grinning seductively, his hands on Noah's hips holding him firmly in place. He made a note to tell Jesse everything he'd heard about werewolves was true—they were sexy as hell.

"Put your arms around me, Noah," Kade murmured as he pulled Noah a little closer.

Noah shuddered; he had consumed just enough alcohol to loosen his inhibitions, and he circled the Lycan's waist. Sweat and animal musk filled his nose and the music lulled his brain.

Kade nuzzled his neck. "You smell real good and you have such pretty lips." He hauled Noah in for a kiss. An insistent tongue stabbed at the seam of Noah's mouth until he surrendered and opened to it. Stop, Noah, now. He forced himself to pull back. "Oh… Geez, Kade, let's have another drink."

"We will." Kade pressed his hands on the small of Noah's back, forcing him closer still. "Later." Noah's head spun. It could have been the alcohol, or Kade's erection grinding against his own, but he had no will to argue.

"Feel what you do to me." Kade's hard length pressed against him, and Noah suppressed a shudder. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Oh, God. Noah felt his face flame and moaned into another hot kiss.

"I want to touch you." Kade whispered against his cheek.

Noah could no more stop him than he could stop breathing.

Kade's hands slipped past the waistband of Noah's jeans, gripped his ass, and squeezed. Long fingers traced his crack, and one circled his hole. Noah's knees buckled and he let out a moan. Oh, God. Don't stop. "Fuck, Kade, you need to stop."

Kade held him up and murmured in his ear, "You don't really want me to stop, do you?"

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RECKONING by Gabrielle Evans

Reckoning (LoveXtreme)

Fatefully Yours 9

What started as a simple night out with his warriors quickly turns into one of Echo’s worst nightmares. If being kidnapped and assaulted isn’t bad enough, no one is prepared for the revelation of who is behind the attack.

More questions arise. Echo’s mother is strangely absent, and when he meets his father, it’s not the happy reunion he’d anticipated. Even more disturbing is the reasoning behind his conception and the newest task entrusted to him. Will he have the courage to see it through, though?

Delving into Hex’s memories opens more heartache and pain, but finally gives the demons some of the answers they seek. When everything comes out in the open, only one thing is clear to Echo—the gods are not to be trusted. Having all the answers wrapped in a pretty, red bow still doesn’t prepare him for the twist that no one saw coming.

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is the conclusion of the Fatefully Yours collection. These books are not stand alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. The final book contains a happily forever after for the beta hero and all his men.

http://www.bookstrand.com/reckoning

ADULT EXCERPT

The wet heat wrapped around the head of his cock brought Echo out of a peaceful sleep. He didn’t open his eyes, though. Maybe he was asleep and still dreaming. Either way, he didn’t want it to stop.

The soft lips clamped around his rigid shaft, moving up and down in a steady rhythm designed to drive him out of his mind. His hands skimmed down his bare chest before plunging into strands of silky hair. He moaned softly, arching his hips up and pushing his prick farther into his lover’s mouth.

Another set of lips trailed down his throat and over his collarbone before moving on to torture one of his erect nipples. Rough hands smoothed over the sensitive skin of his hip as another warm body pressed against his other side. Strong fingers gripped his knee, pulling it back toward his chest and opening him to further exploration.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Syx breathed against the shell of his ear.

Echo moaned in response. The wet heat engulfing his cock was frying his brain, and anything resembling coherent speech was currently beyond his ability. It had been too long since they’d touched him like this. He wanted it, craved it, and demanded they give him more.

Thankfully, his mates aimed to please. A slippery finger brushed against his exposed entrance, ringing the muscles twice before dipping inside his clenching channel.

“More,” Echo pleaded, rocking his body to impale himself on the thick digit. The finger pumped inside him a few times before a second joined alongside it. When three fingers were sawing in and out of his needy hole easily, they disappeared.

Echo’s cry of protest was short-lived when he felt something cool and hard nudge against his opening. Blinking open his eyes, he stared down his body, unsurprised to find Myst bobbing happily on his hard cock. Fiero knelt between his spread thighs, his brow wrinkled in concentration as he worked the silicone phallus into Echo’s passage. Dropping his head back to the pillow, he closed his eyes again, turned off his brain, and let his body take over.

Fiero worked the dildo like a pro, pumping in into Echo’s ass with just the right amount of force and speed. The hard tip pegged his prostate with unerring accuracy just as Myst deep-throated him, swallowing around the head of his aching cock.

One more brush of the toy against his sweet spot, and Echo went off like a bottle rocket. He whimpered his release, pouring his seed down Myst’s throat as his body jerked and shuddered with his orgasm.

The dildo disappeared, replaced with someone just as hard, though very much real. Myst popped off his dick a heartbeat before Fiero rammed into him with another force to scoot him up the mattress. “Been too long,” the warrior grunted. His hips snapped forward, his pulsing cock driving into Echo’s ass at a demanding pace.

Myst moved behind Fiero, licking and kissing at the man’s neck, and Fiero’s thrusts faltered. Then he stilled completely, groaning as his eyes rolled back in his head. When Myst was finally seated, they began a slow tempo until they slipped into a rhythm they’d used a hundred times.

Hex rolled away from Echo’s side and stood on the bed, straddling Echo’s face with his feet planted beside Echo’s ears. Echo had only a second to wonder what the big alpha was doing before Syx’s knees came to rest beside Hex’s feet and the tip of his long cock brushed over Echo’s lips. “Open up, baby.”

Echo complied with a happy hum, straining his neck up to capture the leaking tip between his lips. Syx groaned and his hips jerked, making Echo feel like a king. Staring up his mate’s perfect body, Echo took in the wide expanse of Syx’s chest, the smooth column of his neck, and right up to Syx’s mouth as Hex pushed his hard dick through Syx’s plump lips.

Groaning at the sight, Echo sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue along the throbbing shaft. Reaching between Syx’s massive thighs, he gripped his own prick and jerked it quickly to the wild thrusts of Fiero’s cock pounding into his ass.

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Daria's Heroes by Cooper McKenzie

Daria's Heroes (MMF)
Men Out of Uniform 1

[Ménage Amour: Erotic BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, sex toys]

When Daria Tate loses everything—house, job and best friend—Gage Mulligan and Roman Foster step in. The two firefighters had promised their foster mother not to declare their love until Daria turned twenty-five. But their girl needs heroes, and they are just the men for the job.

Daria has loved Gage and Roman since the first time she’d met them. But Gage and Roman were gay and totally devoted to each other, or so she thought.

When they tell her the truth of their relationship, Daria thinks her dream of being with them has come true. Then they share the secret of their Master/slave BDSM lifestyle.

Will Daria be able to accept them and join in their fun and games? Will they be able to help her over the guilt of not being home the night of the fire? Will their feelings fizzle or blaze into a firestorm of love?

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A Siren Erotic Romance

ADULT EXCERPT

Raising her gaze as far as his crotch, Daria licked her lips. Rising up on her knees, she took the head of Roman’s cock between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head before he reacted.

He grabbed her hair and jerked her head off his cock. Her lips made a popping sound as they released the head. “Did I tell you to suck my cock, wench?” he growled.

She blinked and met molten chocolate eyes that were filled with the fire of hunger combined with anger.

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, but…”

“Don’t try to make excuses for your disobedience. Stand up and get into position.”

Standing, she turned, and as she bent over and pushed her ass out toward Roman, she looked for something to hold on to. She would not be able to maintain her position in the gently rocking boat during what she figured would be a quick, hard spanking without help.

“Slave, feed her your cock. Keep her still and quiet during her punishment.”

Gage took her arms and wrapped them around his hips as his cock brushed against her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked him in as Sir began her spanking. The strokes came fast and harsh, spread over her ass so that the whole of her ass burned instead of just one or two spots.

By the time the punishment ended, Daria’s thighs were slick with her juices and Gage’s hips were beginning to rock back and forth, gently fucking her mouth. She whined, and Gage sucked a breath when Roman pulled her back until Gage’s cock left her mouth.

“Hush, wench. Or do you want me to continue your punishment?”

Daria swallowed hard as she shook her head. “No, Sir.”

Knowing what she was to do next, she turned and knelt in front of Roman, her back straight and her head bowed low. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Forgiven.”

With that Roman tilted her head back so he could kiss her deep and hard, causing them both to moan with the arousal that flared higher and hotter than ever. Breaking the kiss, he helped her to stand again.

“Slave, on your back so our girl can play cowgirl.”

Gage lay down on the seat that he had rearranged so it made a flat bed. As soon as he was in position, Roman handed her a condom. She gently unrolled the latex sheath down the big man’s erection before kissing his belly. His breathing hitched as his hips canted upward.

“Okay, wench, climb on your stud, but do not mount him,” Roman ordered, gently running two fingers down her spine to gently pat her ass.

She moaned as she crawled on top of Gage. She straddled his hips with her parted pussy lips and clit pressed into the base of his cock.

“Slave, hold on to her because this is going to be quick and she’s going to buck.”

Roman ran his left hand down her spine from neckline to the top of her cleft. As that hand moved back up her spine, two cold, wet fingers gently stabbed through her back hole, twisting as they forced their way all the way in.

Daria did indeed try to buck as her muscles were forcefully stretched, but Gage held her firmly. Roman’s fingers fucked in and out several times before he added more lube and a third finger, stretching her fully.

She could not help the growl that escaped when Roman pulled his fingers free. When the broad head of his cock replaced it, she sucked a deep breath and fought to keep herself relaxed as he slowly pushed forward until his entire length filled her.

“Good girl, wench. Damn you feel so hot and tight. Slave, you can release her now.”

As soon as Gage’s arms left her, Daria pushed up, needing to feel closer to Roman. He wrapped his arms around her chest just under her breasts and lifted until her upper back pressed against him. Her back arched, and she fought an ever-growing need to move. Then Sir shifted them, lifting her high enough for Gage to fit the head of his cock to her pussy entrance.

A moment later, Roman released her body, and she fell forward, catching herself by her hands on Gage’s chest. With that, Gage slipped fully inside her. Daria heard a high keening noise as the two men filled her painfully full. It took a second before she realized that the cry came from her.

“You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock,” Roman praised her.

“Oh, God, please. Move, dammit,” she demanded, earning a slap on her hip from Roman.

Cooper McKenzie
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