Thursday, November 13, 2014

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Cowboy Christmas

COWBOY CHRISTMAS

Blaecleah Brothers 7

Coming December 25th  
 
Life has settled down for each of the Blaecleahs. They’ve all found their legends and are living a life filled with love and happiness. But anything worth having is worth fighting for and not even the luck of the Irish can keep the Blaecleahs from having to fight to keep what they have when the past comes back to haunt them all.
In order to save Ma and Da, they may have to decide who they want to keep in their family, and who they don’t before that choice is taken away from them by someone they never expected.
When violence threatens them, aid comes from an unusual source but will it be enough to keep the Blaecleahs in Cade Creek or will the life they have built for themselves disappear before their eyes?

STORY EXCERPT
"That’s the last of them."
Alani Blaecleah turned to see her husband setting another green rubber tub down on the hardwood floor of the living room. She chuckled softly when Da grunted and rubbed his lower back with his hands as he stood.
"You’ll live, old man."
"Not if I keep lugging your holiday boxes around."
Miffed, Ma planted her hands on her hips and sent her husband her best ‘don’t make fun of me’ glare. "Now, you know it wouldn’t be Christmas without all my decorations, Donnell Blaecleah."
"Woman, I’ve been married to you for almost forty years. You could make Christmas happen with a shoebox and a ball of twine, and have." Da waved his hands toward the stack of tubs that held all of the Christmas decorations Ma had collected over the years. "You don’t need all this fancy stuff to make a holiday."
Ma smiled despite Da's flustering. "They hold our memories." She reached into the small box in front of her and pulled out a folded piece of faded paper. Ma set it on the table and smoothed it open with care. There was a lace doily that lay snuggled inside. "You gave me this on our first Christmas together," she said as she held the small piece of lace lovingly in her hands.
It was one of her most prized possessions.
"I remember." Da’s soft chuckle was as warm and light as summer's breeze. "We had nothing that year, barely a roof over our heads or potatoes in the root cellar."
"And yet you found a way to buy this for me." Ma still remembered how blessed she had felt when Da gave her the small piece of white lace interwoven with intricate purple flowers. "Lachlan was still in diapers and Neason was just a couple of weeks old. We put every spare penny into making their Christmas special and yet you made mine even better."
Ma felt tears prickle her eyes when weathered but strong hands settled on her shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. The warm body of the man that had stood by her side for so many years pressed gently into her back.
"It’s just an old piece of cloth, woman." There was a suspicious sheen in Da’s pale green eyes as he turned Ma and wiped his thumbs over her cheeks right under her eyelashes. "Didn’t cost me more than a couple of hours chopping wood for old man Walker."
"That man had two sons that could have chopped wood for him." Ma pointed a finger at Da, not in an angry manner, but just to make her point. Her Donnell had a soft spot whether he wanted to admit it or not. "He didn’t need you to do it."
"No, maybe not." Da’s smile was a beautiful as a sunrise. His eyes twinkled and were so full of love and affection that Ma felt like she could drown in them. "But he also had a wife. He knew exactly why I needed to earn a little extra money."
When Donnell looked at her like that, Ma felt like her husband's universe. He had been looking at her like that for nearly forty years. It had been the main deciding factor in her giving up a life of luxury back in Ireland and coming to the new world with barely a penny to their name.
"No one looks at me the way you do, Donnell Blaecleah." Ma’s voice hitched, emotion tightening her throat. "No one has ever looked at me the way you do."
Da let out a bark of rich laughter, a joyous sound that Ma had grown to adore over the years. "I fought the whole of Ireland to have you, Alani, me love. I would be very upset if someone else thought they could take you away from me."
Ma closed her eyes as she leaned her head back against Da’s solid chest, savoring the moment for what it was—a slice of time when everything in her world was perfect. Her soul mate held her in his arms, her sons were happy with their own partners, and the next generation was alive and well and adored by everyone.
A shiver of awareness slid through Ma when Da’s fingers threaded through her graying hair. She was grateful that Da was one of those men that was not afraid to show his affections. She, as well as all of their sons, knew that Da loved them, in word and in deed.
"Do you miss Ireland, Alani?" The words were whispered almost as if Da was afraid of the answer although he had asked the same question a hundred times over the years. Ma always gave the same answer.
Maybe this time, she should tell him the honest truth.
"I miss my Ma, Donnell. I always do around this time of year. Christmas was her favorite holiday. I miss watching her decorate the house, the smells that filled every room, the food, the sense of something bigger than us that seemed to take a hold of everyone."
Ma leaned her head back so that she could look up into the pale green eyes she had fallen for as a young girl of barely nineteen. "What I don’t miss is the way my father tried to run my life, to dictate my every move, right down to who I was to marry. I don’t miss feeling like I was a disappointment because I failed at something my father believed I should have mastered just because of the family I was born into. I don’t miss feeling like anything I did was never good enough or that everyone in my family felt they were better than everyone else because we had money and a family name that went back centuries."
Ma drew in a quick breath so that she could continue before Da said anything. "The Blaecleah name is an old and proud one, just as old and proud as my maiden name. But I’d much rather be a Blaecleah than the name I was born with."
The beginnings of a small smile curved up one corner of Ma’s lips as she smoothed her hands down Da’s chest. "There are things that I miss, Donnell, but I think the question you need to ask is if I regret coming to America with you and the answer is a resounding no. It will always be no. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made, one I have never regretted."
As his thumb gently traced Alani’s lip, Da smiled that sweet gentle smile he gave her when it was just the two of them. "You are the one good thing that has happened to me in my life."
Ma cocked an eyebrow. "What about your sons?"
"Without you, I would have no sons."
Ma chuckled lightly. "Touché."
"Because of you, I have six beautiful sons, all of whom have found that one person meant just for them." Da’s head cocked to one side, a funny little frown on his face. "Well, except for Seamus. He found two people. But the point is—"
"The point is that we are lucky."
Da chuckled. "We are Irish, Alani. We’re genetically predisposed to be lucky."

ADULT EXCERPT
"Harder!" Lachlan squeezed his eyes shut as he dug his fingers into the sheets. He spread his knees and tilted his ass up even further into the air, needing the pounding Asa was giving his ass. No one fucked like his Asa. The man gave new meaning to the term ecstasy. No matter what Lachlan had asked for over the years, Asa provided it.
"So tight, Lany," Asa groaned, the deep needy sound music to Lachlan’s ears.
Lachlan spread his legs farther apart as he rocked his ass back and up, wanting Asa to fuck him until he was unconscious. Lachlan’s fingers curled into the sheets as Asa hammered into him. It was raw, fast, and made Lachlan’s head swoon. He keened and mewled, begging his lover to take him harder.
Asa didn’t disappoint.
He moved faster and faster with each deep thrust, achingly deeper. Fingers dug into Lachlan’s hips as Asa switched his position, tagging Lachlan’s prostate on every damn stroke. Lachlan’s body tingled and buzzed, his heart beating faster as he felt an all too familiar tingling shoot up his spine.
Lachlan was getting close. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body. He knew he only had mere moments before he flew over the edge with abandon. His cries and whimpers filled the room, overshadowing their heaving panting. The harder Asa rammed into Lachlan, the louder his cries became. Sweat dropped down both of their bodies, the sounds of their flesh slapping together with the cries of pleasure.
"Harder, damn it," Lachlan growled. "Fuck me like you mean it."
He arched his body toward Asa as his orgasm roared up his spine and down to his groin, and then his cock exploded, wetting the bed with his seed. Lachlan cried out, his entire body throbbing with his release.
"Lachlan!" Asa shouted as he slammed into Lachlan’s ass, his fingers digging in so deeply that Lachlan knew he was going to have bruises. Lachlan felt a series of short thrusts and one long one where Asa drove up into his ass and stayed there. Hot liquid filled his ass, each powerful spurt shooting against his sweet spot, making Lachlan’s vision dim as even more pleasure continued to weave its way through his body.
Lachlan rocked back and forth, bathing in the release that had had him hazy and sated. Little tremors rocked through him, prolonging his pleasure until Lachlan thought he was going to pass out.
He closed his eyes and laid his head down on the bed, unable to do anything but breathe, and even that was taking effort. He smiled weakly when he felt Asa plant a small kiss on his temple.
"Thank you, babe."
Lachlan opened his eyes and grinned up at the man that had become his husband just a few years earlier. He leaned up and brushed a small kiss across Asa’s lips. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he replied, "My pleasure."
Asa chuckled as he slid from Lachlan’s body and rolled to the side of the bed. He quickly went to the bathroom and then came back a moment later with a washrag to clean Lachlan up. After chucking the washcloth back into the bathroom, Asa sat on the side of the bed and reached down to thread his fingers with Lachlan’s.
"We need to get up, babe," Asa said. "Da is waiting for us to help him with the cattle."
Lachlan groaned and rolled over to bury his face in his pillow. He could lie all day in bed with his husband—and he wanted to. "Don’t wanna."
"You’ve tried that excuse before and we ended up with a wet mattress after Da took the hose to you. I’d really prefer to keep this one dry." Lachlan smiled into his pillow and the smile grew wider when Asa’s hand came down on his ass. Lachlan pushed up, silently begging for more. He would never get enough of the gorgeous man.
He loved having Asa’s hands anywhere on his body.

Monday, November 10, 2014

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Forever and a Day

FOREVER AND A DAY

Wolf Creek Pack 11

PRE-ORDER TODAY!

AVAILABLE: Thursday, November 20th

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires, HEA]

Samuel Erickson, a human and former blood slave, hates vampires with a vengeance.  He doesn’t trust a single blood sucker, except for maybe Sully, the vampire that saved him. But trusting someone and giving in to the desire that burns within every time he’s around the handsome vampire are two distinctly different things. When their lives are threatened and they have to fight side by side just to stay alive, the hatred Samuel harbors seems less important.

Sully Buckley, a vampire, despises humans just as much as Samuel hates vampires. Nothing good could ever come of their association. Sully has been telling himself this since he first set eyes on the frightened human. To his dismay, he was finding it harder to remember those reasons the more time he spent with Samuel.

Despite the issues between them, nothing can prevent Sully from running to the rescue when they are attacked by soldiers sent by Samuel’s father. When betrayal comes from within their ranks, Sully knows he has to put aside his hatred and fight for his mate or lose him forever, and he desperately wants forever and a day.

http://www.bookstrand.com/forever-and-a-day-glenn

Friday, October 31, 2014

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Farmer in the Dell

FARMER IN THE DELL

Cade Creek 2
Coming February 5th
Mitchell Walker never wanted anything other than the simple life of a farmer—until he met Elliot Foster, and then his dreams changed. Elliot seemed to want the same thing until the day he disappeared without a word. Two years later, Elliot is back and Mitch has to decide if he’s willing to put his heart on the line again for a man that is afraid to commit.
Elliot Foster found heaven in the arms of a farmer. Family obligations tore him away and put him in hell. When the devil himself seems to have it out for Elliot, he does the only thing he can to protect himself and his family—he runs into the arms of the one man that means more to him than his own happiness.
But the devil has a long reach. When Elliot’s stepfather comes for him, will the men of Cade Creek be able to stop a man who believes he’s above the law or will Elliot pay the ultimate price for loving the farmer in the dell?

STORY EXCERPT
“Who’s the cutie?” Mitchell Walker asked as he watched the sexy little blond across the burning fire pit from him. He didn’t know if it was the way the flames seemed to highlight the sandy blond curls that bounced around his face when he tossed his head back and laughed or the simple joy the man seemed to take in just sitting with some friends around the fire.
Whatever it was, Mitch hadn’t been able to look away since the man sat down.
“Dude, could you be a little bit more specific?” Russell Bozeman, Mitch’s best friend since kindergarten replied as he waved his beer bottle toward the bevy of beauties sitting around the fire. “There’s a lot of cute out there.”
Mitch chuckled, his beer bottle hovering just inches from his lips. “The cute little blond sitting next to your brother.”
“Ah, that cutie. That’s Elliot Foster, Adam’s new roommate. I guess he doesn’t have any family to speak of so Adam invited him to come spend his vacation here with us. Mom adores him.”
“So, he’s just here for a couple of weeks?”
“Yep. They have to head back to the university in ten days.”
“That’s too bad.” Mitch kept his eyes locked on the cute little blond as he tipped his beer bottle up and took another swig. “I’d tap that.”
“Yeah?” Mitch could hear the curiosity Russ’s voice as the man gazed out across the fire. “He’s cute enough, I suppose.”
Mitch snickered. “He’s fucking adorable.”
Russ’s head snapped around. “I thought you didn’t do twinks.”
Mitch grinned wickedly. “There’s always a first time.”
He quickly downed the rest of his beer then scooted off the tailgate of his truck. Mitch walked over to the cooler someone had brought for the party and grabbed himself another beer and a coke for Elliot. Mitch hadn’t missed the fact that Elliot was not drinking alcohol.
Mitch took the long route, walking around the outside of the fire line before stepping over the log Elliot was on and sitting down beside him. He tapped Elliot’s empty soda can with the new one, holding it out to him.
Elliot’s eyes widened for a moment and Mitch almost felt like preening under the man’s clear astonishment. “I’m Mitch Walker.”
“E-Elliot Foster.”
“Yes, I know. I asked,” Mitch said, nodding toward the coke in his hand. “I thought you might be ready for a new one,”
“Um…” Elliot’s eyebrows drew together in confusion as he took the soda from Mitch and popped the tab on the top. “Thanks.”
Mitch hid his grin behind his beer and quickly took a sip. “I hear that you and Adam are roommates at the university.”
Elliot smiled as his eyes went to Adam. “Yeah.”
“What are you studying?” Mitch asked, wanting Elliot’s eyes back on him. He liked the shy way the sweet little man looked at him.
“Same thing as Adam,” Elliot replied as he looked back. “That’s how we met in fact, in school.”
That surprised Mitch enough that his eyebrows rose up. “You’re going to be a veterinarian?”
“Yep.” Elliot smiled as if he was proud of that fact.
“That’s cool.”
“What about you?”
“Naw, the university isn’t for me.” Mitch chuckled lightly as he shook his head. “I barely made it through high school.”
“Oh.”
“I’m a third generation farmer. Always have been, always will be.” Mitch wasn’t sure if it was curiosity shining in Elliot’s green eyes or distain at his chosen profession. But he wasn’t ashamed of what he did. He loved it. “I’ve been working the farm since I was old enough to ride on my daddy’s knee. I’ll do it until the day I die.”
“You like it?”
“I love it.” Mitch took a sip of his beer, turning his gaze toward the roaring fire. “There’s something very satisfying about watching your hard work grow right before your eyes and knowing that at some point, it’s going to feed your family or your neighbor’s family.”
Elliot’s head tilted, a quizzical smile crossing his lips, making him go from simply cute to astonishingly handsome. Mitch knew he’d have to get the guy to smile some more. He wanted another one of those devastating smiles.
“You really do love it, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” Mitch hid his nervousness at the question by taking another sip of his beer.
In this day and age, not many people understood his love of farming. It was a lost art as far as he was concerned. Most people either bought their food at the supermarket or owned large commercialized farms that produced product for mass markets.
The individual farmer was a thing of the past.
“That’s cool.”
Mitch glanced at Elliot out of the corner of his eye, not sure if the guy was laughing at him or not. The earnest look on Elliot’s face surprised him. “You think being a farmer is cool?” Mitch had heard weirder things, but not many.
“I don’t know much about being a farmer but loving what you do is cool. I think if more people did what they actually wanted to do instead of what they were told to do or thought they had to do, there would be a lot more happy people in the world.”
“Yeah.” Mitch took another sip of his beer, watching Elliot. He was a strange little dude, cute, but strange. “So, you always wanted to be a veterinarian then?”
“Oh yeah.” A wide grin spread over Elliot’s lips. “When I was around six years old, a couple of baby birds were born in a nest outside my bedroom window. I was fascinated by them, watched them for hours every day. When one of them fell from the nest, my mother said I was hysterical. She brought the baby bird inside and put it in a box.”
Elliot chuckled as his gaze dropped down to his hands. “I think she thought the bird would die and was preparing it to be buried in the backyard. Instead, I took the bird down to our local veterinarian. I went down every day, taking out the trash and sweeping the floor to pay the bill. Several weeks later, the vet and I freed that baby bird. As I watched it fly off, I knew that I wanted to be able to do that, to keep animals from dying and set them free.”
Okay, it was definite now. Mitch was totally intrigued.


ADULT EXCERPT
Mitch rolled to his back, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest as he laughed. Elliot soon joined in the laughter. He was really beginning to adore Elliot. The last week spent with the man was turning out to be one of the best he could remember in a very long time.
Mitch reached over and pulled on Elliot until the man was draped over his chest, looking down at him. He groaned and grabbed Elliot’s hips as Elliot squirmed around, their cocks brushing together through their jeans.
“I want to fuck you, Elliot.”
Elliot’s eyes widened, and he nodded after a hard swallow. “Okay.”
Mitch was a little shocked. There had been some kissing and light touching between them since that night at the lake, but nothing more than that. Mitch was pretty sure that Elliot was inexperienced or close to it. No matter how horny Elliot made him, he didn’t want to do anything the man was uncomfortable with.
But he had to ask.
He reached into his pocket, grabbing the lube and condom he had stashed there before leaving his house that evening. He wasn’t exactly planning on getting laid but he had been raised to always be prepared for anything.
And he had a lot of hope.
“Get naked.” Mitch could barely remember to strip his own clothes off as he watched Elliot get undressed. Short the man might be but small he was not. Apparently, god had made up for Elliot’s smaller body by giving him a very impressive cock.
Mitch wondered if Elliot had ever topped and if he could talk him into it at some point. Mitch liked it both ways. And he would love to feel that bad boy pound into his ass.
But first…
“Turn around. I want to watch you stretch yourself for me.”
Elliot’s entire body flushed at Mitch’s request. He bit his bottom lip and then turned around, giving Mitch a beautiful view of his ass. Mitch flipped the lid on the lube and squirted a small amount down Elliot’s crease.
“Give me your hand.” Elliot reached back, giving Mitch his fingers. Once he lubed his lover’s fingers, Mitch set the bottle aside and guided Elliot’s lubed hand toward his hole. “Have you ever done this before, Elliot?”
“No,” Elliot admitted as his fingers felt around his tight entrance and then one of the digits pushed past the ring of muscles. Mitch’s cock hardened even further at the sight. He groaned as he watched. Elliot slowly pushed another finger inside of his ass.
Mitch reached between their bodies, grabbing the base of his cock to stop the orgasm threatening to erupt at the sight. After Elliot inserted a second and then a third finger, Mitch reached up and massaged his pale mounds, kneading them in the palm of his hands as he watched the erotic sight right before his eyes.
“I’m ready.”
Mitch moved his hands out of the way as Elliot turned back around. He started to climb off of Mitch, but he stopped Elliot from going anywhere. “I want you to ride me.”
Elliot bit his lips as he glanced around.
“I’ll show you, honey.” Mitch repositioned Elliot while holding the base of his cock. When the tip of his shaft touched Elliot’s hole, Mitch had to breathe out. “Go slow.”
Elliot placed the palms of his hands on Mitch’s chest as he slowly lowered his body, impaling himself onto Mitch’s aching erection. Mitch tensed and groaned, his cock aching in ways it never had before.
“You feel so good, Elliot. You’re so fucking tight.”
Elliot blushed at Mitch’s words. It was cute as hell.
Mitch grinned up at him and then gripped Elliot’s sides. “Tell me when you’re ready to move, honey.”
Elliot took a few breaths and then nodded. Mitch braced his feet on the ground and then tightened his hold on Elliot’s sides as he thrust upward.
“Oh god!” Elliot shouted as he fell forward. “Do that again.”
Mitch wrapped his arms around Elliot and began to drive up into the man’s tight ass over and over again. His head was swirling and his body was humming as his cock took pleasure in his lover’s body.
Elliot leaned forward and captured Mitch’s lips. The kiss sent new spirals of ecstasy through Mitch as he thrust harder. Mitch broke the kiss, nipping Elliot’s ear. “Am I hurting you?”
“No,” Elliot grunted as he pushed back, sitting up straight and planting his feet on either side of Mitch. Mitch lifted his hands up, giving Elliot something to hold onto as his lover took over and rode Mitch like a pro.
“Oh, this feels so fucking good.” Elliot’s head rolled back onto his shoulders as his lips slightly parted. He bounced on Mitch’s cock, taking Mitch straight to the edge. Mitch released one of Elliot’s hands and wrapped his fingers around his lover’s bobbing cock, determined to make Elliot come first.
“Oh damn!” Elliot shouted as white ropes of seed shot from the head of his cock.
He shuddered and his rhythm faltered as his orgasm took over. Mitch grabbed Elliot and thrust a few more times, shouting Elliot’s name as his seed spilled into his lover’s hot channel. Elliot collapsed onto Mitch’s chest, sweaty and gasping for breath. Mitch wrapped his arms around Elliot as he pulled the blanket over them, settling them back in the hay for a long nap.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Happy's Ever After

HAPPY’S EVER AFTER
Cade Creek 1
Coming January 1, 2015
Happy O’Brian spent the better part of his life isolated from the rest of the world. He was told he was evil down to his soul. It was physically beat into him on a daily basis. He lived with it, believing that his ultra conservative religious grandparents were right until the day his mother was attacked. Seeking help changed Happy’s life in ways he could never imagine and showed him a world he didn’t know existed.
Answering a disturbance call, Deputy Marc Walker meets a man that shocks him with his gentleness. When he discovers Happy’s true nature, Marc wants to know everything about the man. He wants to show him the world.
When the past rears its head, and their lives are put in danger, Happy tries to do the right thing and distance himself from his handsome deputy. But Marc has other plans for his gentle giant and he’s not going to let a little thing like getting shot or having escaped prisoners gunning for them interfere with those plans. Happy will get his happy ever after.

STORY EXCERPT
“Deputy Walker, we have a report of a disturbance down at the feed and seed. Gus says there’s a bunch of hoodlums harassing one of his employees out in front of the store.”
Deputy Marc Walker rolled his eyes. “I’m on it, Agnes.” He put his truck into gear and pulled out on to the street, heading through town to the local feed and seed store.  It was more than likely a couple of teenage boys hollering at girls or something.
Considering the small size of the town of Cade Creek, it didn’t take Marc more than few minutes to get across town. When he pulled up in front of Fletcher’s Feed and Seed he discovered that the disturbance was a little bigger than just a couple of teenagers fooling around.
Marc slammed his truck into park and jumped out, running up to the fight happening in the street in front of the store. “That’s quite enough!” he shouted as he pulled Jeff Murkily and his brother Brad off of another man. He stepped between the three men, pushing them apart. “Enough!”
“He started it!” Jeff said right away, pointing to the other man.
Marc’s mouth dropped as he looked at the other man, and realized he was looking at the man’s chest. He had to raise his eyes up several inches to see his face.
Damn.
“What happened here?”
“We were just minding our own business when this meathead came up and started shouting at us,” Jeff said. “When we told him to leave us alone, he started throwing punches.”
“We were just defending ourselves,” Brad insisted.
Marc turned to look back at the biggest damn man he had ever seen outside of a wrestling event. “What do you have to say?”
The man’s lips thinned as he pressed them together but that was his only response. Marc wasn’t even sure he blinked.
“See?” Jeff said. “He knows he was in the wrong.”
“Is this true, sir?” Marc asked. “Did you start the fight?” Marc wanted to grind his teeth together when the massive man just stood there. “Sir, you need to answer me.”
Jeff laughed snidely. “Maybe he doesn’t hear you, deputy. Maybe he’s one of those—”
Marc pointed a finger at Jeff. “Say it and I’ll lock you up for the next month.” He hated bigots.
“You can’t do that!” Jeff’s eyes blazed. “I didn’t do anything.”
Marc leveled a stare at Jeff. He had known the man since high school and he was nothing but a bully, one of the reasons Marc hadn’t automatically believed him when he arrived on the scene. Jeff had been a bully in high school and he was still a bully.
“Try me.”
“Just wait until the sheriff hears about this.” Jeff’s face flushed red as his voice rose. “I’ll bet he’d be real interested to hear his new deputy is threatening to lock people up for defending themselves.”
“I heard it,” said a deep voice from behind Marc. “And I agree.”
Jeff grinned as if he had won that argument.
“Say one word out of place and I’ll lock you up for a month.”
Jeff’s jaw dropped. “You can’t do that.”
Sheriff John Riley’s grin was even bigger than Jeff’s had been. The man crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Jeff with an expression hat dared the man to argue with him. “Try me.”
 Jeff sputtered for a moment then fell silent.
“What seems to be the problem here?” John asked as he turned his attention to Marc.
“I’m still trying to figure that out, sheriff,” Marc replied. “Jeff and Brad say that this man attacked them and that they were merely defending themselves.”
“Is that true, Happy?”
“No, sir,” came the quiet reply.
Marc’s eyebrows shot up. He wasn’t sure if it was from hearing the man speak or hearing his name. Or from the fact that the eyes that finally rose up enough so he could see them were the most stunning blue eyes he had ever seen in his life. It was like looking into someone’s soul.
“Tell me what happened, Happy,” John directed.
“I was sweeping the sidewalk just like Mr. Gus told me to and then these two came and started kicking dirt up on it.” A wrinkled frown worked its way across the large man’s forehead. “I didn’t hit anyone, Sheriff.”
“He didn’t, sheriff.”
Marc glanced up to see Gus Fletcher standing in the doorway of his shop with a couple of customers.
“Jeff and Brad started the whole mess. When Happy ignored them, they got pissed and started shouting at him. That’s about the time I called the station. Happy just held his arms up in front of his face.”
“Mama gets mad when they hit me in the face.”
Marc felt a growl burn deep in the pit of his stomach. “This has happened to you before?”
Happy shrugged.
“As I’m sure you can understand, Happy has had a few problems due to his size,” John said. “People tend to either be intimidated by him.” John waved his hand toward Jeff and Brad. “Or they think they need to fight him to prove themselves.”
Marc could see where that could be an issue. He stood at six foot two inches tall, not a short man. Happy stood at least half a foot taller than him, and a good hundred pounds heavier. The man was simply massive.
“Do you want me to lock them up?”
“No, but we’re not going to have any more trouble, are we boys?” John cocked his eyebrow at the two men. “Because if we do, not only will I be going to have a talk with your pa, but I’ll be locking you to up for a good long while.”
“Now, look here, sheriff—” Jeff began.
“Do we need to take this down to the station, Jeff?”
“You can’t do this!”
Marc was waiting for the man to stomp his foot.
“Shut up, Jeff,” Brad said as he started pushing his brother toward the other side of the street. “You want him to call pa down here?”
“Fine!” Jeff shouted. “But this isn’t over.”
“It had better be,” John said, “or you and I are going to have a serious difference of opinion.”
Marc stood with his boss and watched Jeff and Brad climb into their pickup and then spin their tires as they took off down the street. “You want me to follow them and give them a ticket for speeding through town?”
“No.” John chuckled as he turned toward the feed and seed store again. “I’ll give their father a call later and let him know those two are up to no good again.”
Marc nodded even as his eyes strayed back to Happy. He was intrigued by the unusual manner in which the man was watching him. It was almost shy in nature as if he wanted to look but was afraid to get caught. It wasn’t something he could have expected from such a large, intimidating man.
“Happy, how’s your mother?” John asked.
Marc inhaled sharply when a smile spread across Happy’s face. It changed the man’s whole demeanor. Marc suddenly realized that he was dealing with a gentle giant. He doubted Happy had a mean bone in his entire body.


ADULT EXCERPT
Happy worried the corner of his lower between his teeth. “You really think I could learn this stuff?”
The corner of Marc’s mouth curved up. “I do.” There was pure confidence in that response, enough that Happy started to believe Marc’s words might be true.
He leaned his head down and pressed his forehead against Marc’s. “Thank you.”
The other side of Marc’s mouth curved up, the man grinning. “Any time, Happy.”
Happy started to move back when he realized he stood between Marc’s legs, his groin pressing against Marc, and the man was hard. Happy licked his suddenly dry lips as his eyes dropped.
Oh man.
When his eyes flickered back up to Marc, the man was watching him with hooded eyes. Something burned in their blue murky depths that Happy was unfamiliar with, but he sure wanted to know what it meant.
“I’m going to kiss you, Happy.” Marc’s hand curved around the back of Happy’s neck, pulling him closer. “If you don’t want me to, say something now.”
Happy pressed his lips together, refusing to say anything. He wanted to be kissed. He dreamed of being kissed. But only by Marc. He didn’t really want anyone else kissing him. Well, maybe his mama but not like he wanted Marc to kiss him because that would just be icky.
Marc started to lean closer, paused and let out a small chuckle and then closed the rest of the distance between them. Happy wasn’t sure what to expect when Marc’s lips brushed against his. He had been kissed before, but only by his mother, and then only on the forehead or the cheek.
This was nothing like that.
This made Happy’s toes curl and his body start to sing. He groaned and leaned closer, wanting whatever Marc offered him. There was a burning lust in his eyes that left Happy speechless.
The hand Marc had wrapped around the back of his neck tightened and pulled him closer as Marc’s tongue slid over his lips. Happy’s body tended with need when he felt Marc’s other hand grab his hip then slide around to the small of his back.
Happy’s lungs burned for oxygen but he refused to pull away. He opened his mouth when Marc’s tongue pressed against the seam between his lips, the man’s tongue plunging in, sweeping and exploring.
Happy grabbed Marc’s hips when his head began to spin. He started to move, thrusting his aching dick against the apex of Marc’s thighs. Marc pulled Happy closer, grinding against him as their tongues dueled. He lightly bit Happy's bottom lip. Happy gasped, returning the careful nip.
Marc consumed him with one kiss that seemed to go on forever. Happy didn't want it to stop. Marc’s tongue flickered over Happy’s lip, teasing, tantalizing.  He murmured Happy’s name, sending Happy into a wild craze.
He began to thrust against Marc in earnest, feeling his hard cock sliding against Marc’s over and over again, the only thing between them was the thinness of their pants. His thigh muscles quivered, his legs threatening to give out as his balls drew so tight to Happy’s body that they actually hurt.
Happy cried out as his back arched, hot jets of seed ripped from his balls and filling his jeans. White lights exploded behind his eyelids, stealing his breath. Happy gasped for air, unsure of what exactly had just happened. He glanced at Marc.
Marc’s blue eyes dominated his face as he stared at Happy. “Did you just come?”

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER: Pleasing Master

PLEASING MASTER 

Sir Series 4
AVAILABLE: Thursday, November 6th
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, November 13th
[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Jackson Davis is considered a gay man’s wet dream but he’s tired of finding lovers that only seemed to want him for his looks and not a real relationship. One night at a bar, Jackson discovers a man watching him. The man never approaches him, never speaks to him. When Jackson finally confronts the man, he is astounded by his reaction. Thus begins Jackson’s obsession with pleasing Michael.
And what follows is a story of frustration and confusion for Jackson as Michael commands and dictates to him, rewarding Jackson when he’s good and punishing him when he's bad. Jackson is confused that he lets Michael dominate him, wondering if it makes him less of a man. Can Jackson accept the fact that pleasing Michael makes him happy or will he lose the best thing that ever happened to him?
NOTE: This book was previously at 13,000 words published as Pleasing Michael with another publisher. This version has been extensively revised and expanded to 29,249 words.
 

Sunday, October 26, 2014

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: The Major's Warriors (Terra Nova 2)

THE MAJOR’S WARRIORS
Terra Nova 2
Coming December 18th
Erotic, SciFi, Paranormal, M/M/M/M, Romance
Major Jacob “Jake” O’Connell is a career soldier. He did as he was ordered. When he was brought in on Project Alliance, he never dreamed it would lead him to another world. But as the mission he’s sent on turns into something he wants more than his next breath, Jake has to decide if turning his back on everything he has ever known is worth accepting the three catmen that want to claim him as their own.
When Terra Nova is threatened, taking him back to Earth, Jake has to fight for his freedom and the freedom of the world he now considers his home. But the betrayal is deep and comes from an unexpected source. Can Jake and his warriors work together to defeat their enemies or will Jake be forced to choose between earthlings and aliens?
 
STORY EXCERPT
“I will only agree to this if you volunteer, Jake,” the colonel stated as he called Jake by his first name, bringing his attention back from the strange men in the other room.
Jake looked at the colonel. “The service has been my family for nearly fifteen years, sir. It has given me a home, training, even companionship with my fellow soldiers. It has given me purpose when I really didn’t have one. If the army needs me to volunteer for a project that could potentially save our world, consider me a volunteer, sir.”
Col. Brighten chuckled. “Somehow, I knew you’d say that Jake. Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good. I’ll have someone go to your quarters and pack your belongings. In the meantime, come out and meet your new commanding officers.”
Jake followed Col. Brighten out into the other room and across to the small group of people standing together in front of the wormhole entrance. It was only as he got closer to the three tall tawny haired warriors that he realized that what he thought was dark golden tanned skin was actually a light covering of tawny colored fur.
Jake curled his hands in to quell the urge to stroke his fingers through it.
 “General Marten, I have spoken with Maj. O’Connell and he has volunteered for the project.”
General Marten nodded. “Very good, Colonel,” he said with obvious relief. “Maj. O’Connell, these are your new commanding officers, Commander Rhada, Commander Ruvia, and Commander Rayed. You will be answering to them from now on.”
“Yes, sir, General, sir,” Jake replied, standing at attention. He turned towards the three warriors and saluted. “Major Jacob O’Connell, at your service, sirs.”
The tallest and biggest of the three warriors stepped forward. His voice was low and deep with a raspy gravelly sound to it when he spoke. “Me, Commander Rhada. You, me, Ruvia, Rayed, matelotage… yes? You understand, yes?”
“I believe so, sir. Col. Brighten explained matelotage to me and I have agreed to it, sir.”
The large warrior stared down at Jake for several more moments before nodding his head. “Good. We continue now, general.”
The general gave a relieved sigh before turning to the men beside him. “Open the wormhole.”
Commander Rhada and the other warriors took several steps to the left, Jake joining them and standing behind his new commanders at attention as the wormhole began to swirl again. Several moments later a number of large warriors stepped through.
They walked to stand in formation in front of the three Commanders until all of them had come through the wormhole. Commander Rhada began talking to them in a language that Jake had never heard—it sounded much like Old Russian—before nodding and stepping back to stand beside Jake.
Jake watched as the warriors walked up to the line of volunteers in sets of three and picked one soldier until nearly all had been chosen. There were only three volunteers left unpicked by the warriors.
Commander Rhada turned to the general. “General, these no good. More please.”
The general looked startled for a moment. “There are no more.”
“Commander, sir, if I may?”
Commander Rhada turned to look at Jake, making him feel slightly nervous for having interrupting. He nodded for Jake to continue.
“I believe I know of several well trained soldiers that might be willing to volunteer.” Jake knew of several fellow soldiers that he had worked with in the past that he believed would be willing to volunteer for this mission. They were good, honest men that he trusted with his very life.
Jake looked to the general for permission to continue. Upon receiving a reluctant nod from the general he went to a nearby phone and dialed his barracks. Several moments later he hung up and returned to stand next to the commanders.
“They will be here momentarily, sir.”
Jake felt really uncomfortable as the three warrior Commanders stared down at him for the next fifteen minutes while they waited for the other soldiers to arrive. He could read nothing in their facial expression or body language. Being able to hide their reactions to things, either mental or emotional, was a good trait in a soldier. Every soldier desired being able to mask his emotions during battle. But, in this situation, it was kind of spooky.
At six foot three, Jake stood at over a foot shorter than the three warriors and had to crane his neck to look up at them. For one as tall as Jake, that was unusual for him. He also had no doubt that he was at least a hundred pounds lighter than the massively built commanders.
Finally, the guarded doors opened to admit five soldiers who quickly marched forward to stand at attention in front of everyone. They snapped their legs together and saluted their superior officers.
Before anyone could say anything, nine of the Talamachait warriors stepped forward and appraised the new human soldiers for several moments before turning back to nod at their commander. In sets of three, they went to stand behind one of the soldiers until only two were left standing alone.
Jake, understanding that these three had been chosen, directed that the other two could leave. He looked briefly at the general then Commander Rhada. “Commander, if I may?” Once he received permission, Jake turned back to the three remaining, and slightly confused soldiers.
“Gentlemen, you have been asked here to volunteer for a particularly interesting mission, one of which, I have already volunteered for.” Jake went on to explain the situation, as told to him by Col. Brighten, to the three soldiers before asking them to volunteer. It was no surprise to him when all three agreed. They were all good soldiers.
When all was done, Jake stood back in line next to his new commanders, the three other warriors standing behind him as they waited. There was a lot more discussion between the Talamachait warriors and the men in suits. During that time, duffel bags with their personal belongings were delivered to Jake and his fellow soldiers.
Finally, the general reached over and shook Commander Rhada’s hand, then Commander Ruvia’s, and finally Commander Rayed’s. Well, seemed things had been settled between them to everyone’s satisfaction. Jake nodded to Col. Brighten, a man he respected, before turning towards the alien commanders.
“Come,” was all that Rhada said as he started towards the wormhole.
Jake took a deep breath and followed him through the swirling gray mist, Commanders Ruvia and Rayed following him in. It certainly wasn’t what he expected. Not that he knew what to expect.
He was heading to an alien world.

ADULT EXCERPT
“It’s time to claim you, asıka.” Ruvia wrapped his arms around Jake, leaning in to nuzzle the side of his neck. He had to lean down quite a ways to get there but it was worth it when Jake’s heady scent filled his senses.
He lifted his head when Jake grunted, afraid he had done something wrong until he saw the bliss on the human’s face. Further investigation explained it. Rhada stood on the other side of him, his hand down the front of Jake’s pants.
Rayed was peeling Jake’s clothes off, slowly revealing a visual feast to Ruvia’s eyes. His people were covered in a fine layer of fur. Jake had no hair. His skin was all slick and tanned and silky to the touch. He was glorious.
Once Jake was naked, Rhada lifted him up and carried him to the bedding alcove, placing him in the middle of the large mattress. Ruvia climbed onto bed beside Jake, scooting close to him. Rayed climbed up onto the bed on the other side of Jake. Rhada stood at the end of the bed.
Ruvia laid one hand carefully over Jake’s stomach, leaning on the other one. His gaze filled with affection and worry as he watched the rapid rise and fall of Jake’s chest.
Ruvia raised his eyes to Rhada’s. “Brother, I don’t think Jake believes that we are going to claim him.”
“Doesn’t matter.” Rhada shook his head. “He accepted us and the lights danced for us. He’ll believe us soon enough.” 
Ruvia rolled his eyes as he climbed over to lay between Jake’s legs. He rested his hands on Jake’s chest as he gazed down into his dark blue eyes.
Asika,” he moaned again as he moved his hands up to pull at Jake’s nipples. Jake arched, pushing his chest up. His groaned ripped through the bedroom when Ruvia took up the invitation, his lips clamping around one of Jake’s nipples.
Rayed dropped down onto the bed on his back and scooted underneath Jake. A moment later, Jake’s high pitched cry filled the room. Even without looking, Ruvia knew from the way Jake’s hips started humping that Rayed had taken the man’s cock into his mouth.
“Rayed,” Jake groaned again, “If you don’t stop that I’m going to come.”
“Good,” Ruvia replied. Ruvia wanted Jake to come, and then come again and again. He wanted Jake mindless with pleasure.
His declaration was met with a deep chuckle from Rhada as he reached over and pulled the lube out of the nightstand drawer. Rhada held up the bottle of lube for Ruvia, his grin mischievous. “I think we’re going to need this.”
Ruvia eagerly grabbed the lube, squirting some out on his fingers. He knelt back on his legs before reaching down between Jake’s thighs. He pressed his fingers between the man’s ass cheeks. He groaned when his fingers instantly slid right into Jake’s ass. He groaned as warm silk enclosed his fingers, gripping him like they never wanted to leave.
Jake was humping his hips into the air then moving back, impaling his ass on Ruvia’s fingers. Ruvia knew from the desperate sounds falling from Jake’s mouth that the man was enjoying what was happening.
Ruvia moved a third finger into Jake’s ass the next time he thrust them in. He pounded his fingers in and out of Jake’s tight hole. Knowing he was bringing his mate pleasure was beyond anything Ruvia had ever felt in his life. He felt strong, powerful.
Arousal beat like a drum inside his head. Ruvia could barely function. He couldn’t think of anything but how good it was going to feel to sink his aching cock inside Jake’s tight ass. It was the one thought in his head, overriding everything else.
Once Jake was stretched, and significantly more aroused, Ruvia grabbed the washcloth Rhada handed him and cleaned his hand off before smiling down at his mate. “So, asika, which one of us do you want first?”
Jake blinked up at him. “I get to choose?”
“Of course,” Ruvia replied, shooting his brothers a quick look. Why wouldn’t Jake get to choose? What sort of world had he come from that he even had to ask that?
Jake looked at Ruvia, then Rhada and Ruvia, his forehead wrinkled as if he was trying to figure out the logistics of having all three of them. Ruvia knew they all needed to claim Jake in order for their bond to form. He was just worried that Jake’s human body couldn’t take it. It almost started to suggest they took turns at different times when Jake started speaking.
“I get all three of you?”
Ruvia nodded.
“At the same time?”

FINISHED & SUBMITTED: Capturing Cas

CAPTURING CAS
Terra Nova 1
Coming December 4th
Erotic, SciFi, Paranormal, M/M/M/M, Romance
Escaping from a general intent on forcing him into a life he doesn’t want, Cas crash lands on a planet that was supposed to be inhospitable and desolate. It was anything but. Captured and mated before he even understood that the barren planet teamed with life, Cas finds himself living in a compound filled with warriors and families and three brothers who state that he belongs to them. Made a pet, Cas learns what it means to be loved by three warriors blessed by the goddess.
When trouble arrives, Cash as to decide if he will make the ultimate sacrifice in order to save the way of life for his mates or will he allow the general to take everything from him, maybe even his life?

STORY EXCERPT
Cas jerked awake suddenly, sitting straight up. Something had disturbed him enough to wake him up. He quickly and quietly scanned his immediate surroundings, his darting around as he looked for danger. Cas wasn’t real familiar with what kind of life forms were on this planet but he knew some sort of predator was out in the darkness watching him.
He could feel hungry eyes roaming over him, watching him, waiting.
Cas made sure that he had his knife close at hand then reached out and added another handful of twigs to the dwindling fire. Hopefully, whatever animal was out there would be scared off by the growing flames.
The snap of a twig off to one side of him had Cas swinging around, the knife held high in the air. His heart started beating a little faster in his chest, his palms sweating as fear climbed up his spine and wrapped around him like a blanket.
Cas swung back around when he heard another twig snap, this time from the other side of the small clearing. He peered into the darkness, trying to see what was there but all he saw were shadows.
“Who’s there?” Cas’s voice was barely above a whisper, fear and apprehension stripping away the rough tone he had hoped to use. He wasn’t a small man but he wasn’t huge either. If he could intimidate whatever was out there, maybe he could scare it off.
The sound came from his left again as if whatever was taunting him moved quickly from spot to spot, circling Cas, studying him. Or maybe there was more than one. But more than one what, he didn’t know.
Cas swung back around when the sound came from behind him. He was going to start to get dizzy here pretty soon if he kept swinging around in circles. And he probably would because there was definitely something moving through the trees.
“Go away!” he shouted, hoping whatever was out there would be scared off if he yelled loud enough. Cas did not expect the thunderous roar that he heard or the blur of cinnamon colored fur as something bigger than life rushed out of the darkness right at him.
Cas glanced down at the knife in his hand then up at the massive beast running toward him. He glanced at the small, pitiful knife again…
And ran for his life.
He barely had time to take more than a few steps before he was hit from behind and taken to the ground with a painful thud. Whatever had him, shook him until his fingers went numb and he dropped his knife.
Cas screamed as he tried to fight, tried to hit out with his fists, but his arms were quickly pinned over his head. He tried to kick out with his legs, but they were pinned just as quickly as his arms had been. He struggled as he was rolled over, a heavy weight blanketing him from behind.
Every movement ceased when he heard a low rumbling growl in his ear. The sound was so close that he could feel hot breath blowing out over the side of his face. Cas gulped, just knowing he was about to die.
He had gone from one hell right into another one.
Cas closed his eyes, not wanting to see his death coming. A long, sandpaper like tongue licking up the side of his face was not what he expected—unless he was about to be eaten. Gods, was that a tongue?
Was he being tasted?
Cas refused to open his eyes, not even when he felt something soft and furry rub against his cheek. The fur was buttery soft in some places and course in others. Under normal circumstances, Cas wouldn’t have minded rubbing the softness all over his body.
These were not normal circumstances.
Cas started to open his eyes to see what was pinning him to the ground until he heard another low growl. It was a primal sound, one that made Cas shiver with fear and dread and something he really didn’t want to examine at the moment—because there was no way in hell he was getting turned on by something growling in his ear. 
He snapped his eyes closed again.
Cas felt something sharp move against his skin. It was so close that he could feel the impression of it against his flesh but it didn’t cut into his skin. It cut into the regulation gray bodysuit he wore.
When Cas started to struggle, he heard the low growl again. Cas swallowed hard, not having a fucking clue what was going on but slowly coming to the conclusion that whatever had him was some sort of humanoid. And that meant maybe it could be reasoned with.
“Uh, my name is Cas,” he said as he opened his eyes and turned his head just enough to see movement behind him. Cas pressed his lips together when the growl grew louder. Apparently, talking was not a good thing.
Cas tried not to cry out as his bodysuit was shredded strip by strip, and pulled from his body. He tried not to struggle when hands as big as boulders moved over his flesh. The touches were gentle, as if whoever had him was curios and didn’t want to hurt him, but they still freaked him the hell out.
Cas even tried not to struggle when he was flipped over onto his back and stretched out onto the ground, the large form of whatever had him moving over the top of his body until he was covered from head to toe in soft fur.
He waited several minutes for it to move or bite him or do something, but when nothing happened, he slowly opened his eyes. Cas eyelashes fluttered wildly as he tried to make sense of the fact that he was staring up at what could only be considered some sort of cat man. The guy had a light layer of cinnamon colored fur over his face—hell, his entire body—a slightly protruding nose, pointed ears, and teeth.
Really big, sharp looking teeth.
“Nice kitty.” At least, Cas thought it was a kitty…cat...feline…whatever.
The damn thing was purring.
Cas swallowed again as his head was forced back. He heard a small chuffing noise then a wet nose pressed against his skin. “Okay, the sniffing thing is a little weird. I’ll admit that, but it’s better than—Hey!” If Cas had been in his right mind, he would have thought twice before smacking the beast on the nose. Obviously, he had lost his mind. “No biting.”
The deep, chest rumbling growl that followed that small swat made Cas wish that he had kept his hands to himself. He squeezed his eyes closed when hot breath blew out across his face and the upper side of his chin.
Oops just didn’t quite cover it. Cas didn’t think saying I’m sorry would work either. He didn’t even know if the creature understood him. He just hoped if he kept his mouth shut and didn’t smack the beast again, he wouldn’t have his throat ripped out.
“Hey!” Cas shouted when he was suddenly flipped over, totally forgetting his promise of a moment before about keeping his mouth shut. “I’m not a frigging rag doll. Don’t toss me around like—whoa!” Cas’s eyes suddenly rounded. “Dude, that does not go there.”

ADULT EXCERPT
When something long and wet pressed between his ass cheeks again, Cas tried to scramble away on his hands and knees. He was simply grabbed around his hips and dragged right back. Cas tried to roll over but all that happened was that he received a hard smack on his ass for his effort.
“Hey!” Cas snapped again. He was starting to get the feeling that he was going to be objecting to a lot of stuff in the near future. When he tried to crawl away again, he received another smack on his ass, this one a little harder. “Would you knock that off?”
Cas’s eyes narrowed when he heard a low chuffing rumble. The beast was laughing at him. He just knew it. However, encouraged by the fact that he hadn’t been eaten yet, Cas tried to roll back over.
“Okay!” he growled as he slapped the ground with his hand. He wanted to smack the creature that kept smacking his ass but he was pretty sure that would just get him more of what he was already protesting. “You have got to stop doing that.”
Hands that were soft and hard at the same time moved over his skin. Cas couldn’t help but wonder just how many hands the beast had because it felt like he was being touched everywhere at the same time.
There were gentle touches to his back, his hip, the curve of his ass. He felt light, sensual caresses to his throat and down his chest to his stomach and abdomen, caresses that made him feel like rolling onto his back and begging for more.
His entire body was flipped this way and that, moved around wherever the beast wanted him to be. Large, muscular hands moved over him, touching, caressing, squeezing… there was even some sniffing and licking.
Cas almost came unglued when a line was licked from his balls to the top of his ass. The beast pressed his hands against Cas’s hips, holding him down to the ground as he continued to lick every bit of smooth skin he could reach.
“Seriously, dude, you need to—oh great gods and goddesses!” Cas felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, his skin shivering with goose bumps as something decidedly thick pushed into his ass. “That really isn’t supposed to go there.”
Cas clawed at the ground as something bigger than anything he had ever experienced before was pushed into his ass then pulled out. It felt like a tree branch, only not as hard. Whatever it was, the beast seemed to like what he was doing.
The purring grew louder.
When something even thicker started to push into his ass, Cas had had enough. The guy hadn’t even bought him dinner. “Okay, that’s enough!” he shouted as he scrambled to get away once again, digging his fingers into the dirt for leverage. “Stop!”
Cas blinked in surprise when all movement stopped. He wasn’t even sure that the beast was breathing. He glanced over his shoulder and instantly felt his jaw drop when he realized that the tree branch in his ass were the beast’s fingers.
“Friggin hell,” he whispered.
The beast arched a thick dark eyebrow and smacked Cas on the ass.
“Hey, what’d you do that for?”
Cas’s eyes rounded when the beast lightly tapped him on the mouth. He stared for a moment, and then cocked is head to one side. “Can you understand me?”
The beast nodded.
“Oh, thank the gods and goddesses.” Cas moved, trying to pull off the fingers embedded in his ass. “Hey, look, could you—oh!”
There went the fingers again, in and out, in and out. Cas’s eyes were starting to cross again. He didn’t know if it came from the fact that the beast could actually understand him or the fact that he was being fucked by something bigger than any toy he had ever used before.
Cas could feel himself getting more aroused with each passing second, his cock hardening, throbbing. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about that, or even if he should do anything about it.
The beast seemed to have other ideas, though.
Cas yelped when he once again found himself flipped around. Only this time, instead of yanking him back, the beast wound his hand in the long braid of snow-white hair that fell down the center of Cas’s back. The other hand gripped Cas’s hip—his entire hip from ass crease to groin.
When Cas was pulled back this time, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that whatever was pushing into his ass was not a finger, no matter how damn big that it felt.
He had graduated to a freaking tree trunk.
“Whoa, okay, um…let’s…yeah, let’s just…um…sl-slow down.” Cas’s words stuttered through his throat.
He drew in a deep breath, trying to gain control. Earthy, male, pure testosterone filled his senses. Cas’s mouth watered at the heady scent. Strangely enough, he felt like he inhaled a lungful of pure masculine pheromones. He shook his head, nostrils flaring at the heady scent of the beast pressed so close to him.
Intoxicating
 It was the only way to explain the undeniable urge he felt to press back against whatever was pushing into his ass. He was probably making a huge mistake having sex with the beast, but Cas couldn’t muster up the emotions to care right now—or the brain cells. His libido was in control, telling his mind to shut the hell up and enjoy this.