CRANK'S CRAVING

CRANK'S CRAVING

Lady Blue Crew 6

By Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen

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Kidnapping your mate is wrong. Even Crank knows that. But when his mate's life is threatened, all Crank can think about is getting the little neon-green-haired man to safety. It's just too bad that Anok refuses to be mated.

Crank goes into mating heat the moment he scents his mate. With Anok refusing to be mated, Crank's only choice is to be sedated until his commander can decide what to do with him and Anok can be dropped off on the closest planet. Giving him up at that point is impossible, unless he wants to go feral and have to be put down for the safety of everyone, especially Anok.

Anok is confused about the emotions Crank creates in him. He's seen what mates do to each other firsthand, and he wants no part of it, but he can't deny the draw to the handsome cougar shifter. When Crank gets sedated and everyone starts blaming him, Anok decides he needs to know what being mated means. He can think of only one person that can show him, and he's unconscious. But is he brave enough to have Crank awakened?



STORY EXCERPT

Crank stared across the mess hall at Anok, the little neon green-haired man they had found on Paktil. The man was also his mate. The need to drag Anok off to a dark corner and claim him was overwhelming.

The only thing that kept Crank from doing just that was the angered scowls Anok kept sending his way. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have kidnapped Anok from Paktil, but they were in trouble at the time, and protecting his mate was the only thing in Crank’s head.

Unfortunately, it meant he was now dealing with a very pissed off mate. Crank didn’t think Anok would allow himself to be claimed anytime soon. But it would happen. Crank knew it deep in his bones. Anok was meant for him.

Unlike the other crew members on board the Lady Blue, Crank was a cougar shifter. That in itself came with a set of issues Crank wasn’t ready to face yet, but knew he would have to, and soon.

Now that he had smelled his mate, he had less than one full moon to claim him. If a month passed without tasting his mate’s blood while claiming him, Crank would go feral and have to be put down for everyone’s safety. Sometimes it really sucked being a cougar.

Other times it was magnificent—like now. Even standing across the room he could smell Anok’s sweet scent. It wrapped around him and sank into every pore of his body. Crank would be able to scent out his mate anywhere, anytime. Anok’s distinctive scent was ingrained in Crank’s very blood.

That was how it worked for cougars. One scent of their mate and they were hooked. No other being in the world—any world—would ever smell so delicious or arouse Crank as much as Anok did.

Crank growled when the ship suddenly lurched and Anok grabbed the table in a death grip. Anok’s face paled and his eyes started to dart around the room as if he were frantically looking for an escape route.

Anok suddenly jumped up from his seat and ran for the doorway Crank was leaning against. Crank stepped back and let Anok through. The moment Anok made it past the doorway, Crank spun around and grabbed the little man around the waist.

Anok started to struggle frantically. Crank could smell the fear and panic pouring off of the man in waves. He had to calm his mate. He just wasn’t sure how to do it. The only thing he could think of was taking Anok to his quarters. So, that was what Crank did. He picked Anok up, tossed the man over his shoulders, and carried him down the corridor to his quarters.

Once inside, he set Anok on his feet then reached back to lock the door. The moment he turned back, pain exploded in Crank’s jaw as Anok punched him. Crank shook his head and rubbed his jaw as he glared at Anok.

“What in the hell did you do that for?”

“Because I am not a fucking bag of potatoes!” Anok snapped. He jabbed his finger into Crank’s chest. “That’s the second time you carried me off, and I’m getting damn tired of it. You…don’t…own…me!”

Crank growled and clenched his hands. “Mine!”

“I don’t fucking think so.” Anok waved his hands back and forth in front of him as he started backing away.

Crank didn’t like the fact that his mate felt the need to back away from him. His mate should never leave his side. He stepped over and grabbed Anok’s arms and yanked the man against his chest.

“Mine!” he growled once again. Crank didn’t realize he had partially shifted again until Anok’s eyes widened and the man gently patted his chest. Fear was slowly beginning to fill Anok’s face.

“Okay, whatever you say.”

Crank frowned. That wasn’t right. His mate should never fear him. “Why do you deny me? You know we are mates.”

“Not in this century,” Anok snapped as he started to struggle again. “I’m no one’s mate.”

“You’re my mate!” Crank grit his teeth when pain suddenly radiated up his leg from his shin. “You kicked me in the shin.”

Anok’s eyebrow arched. “I’ll kick you higher up if you don’t let me go.”

As if to prove his threat, Anok raised his leg. Crank instantly turned to the side and Anok’s knee landed on his thigh. It wasn’t painful, so Crank didn’t think Anok was trying to hurt him. He just didn’t understand why the man was so insistent that he be released.

None of the other members of the crew had this much trouble claiming their mates, not even Tank. At least Tank knew Zackary cared about him while they waited to complete the Paktillian ritual that would allow them to be mated. They had even done more than their fair share of fooling around while they waited.

He shouldn’t be having this much trouble, not now that he had found his mate. “Why are you being this way?”

“Because you fucking kidnapped me!” Anok shouted. “You kidnapped me, and now you’re trying to force yourself on me.”

Crank’s nostrils flared as he instantly released Anok. The rage that suddenly flowed through him made his hand tremble as he pointed his finger at Anok. “I’ve never forced anyone in my life, and I’m not about to start with my mate. If you don’t want me, fine. I’ll have Remy drop you off at the nearest spaceport, and you’ll never have to see me again.”

Crank saw Anok’s mouth drop open just as he spun around and unlocked the door. He hit the button to open the door and stepped through the doorway, turning to look over his shoulder at his mate—his ex-mate.

“You can have the room until we drop you off. I wouldn’t want to be accused of not being hospitable.”

Crank turned back around and stormed away. The anger he felt at Anok’s words was mirrored by the deep ache he felt in his chest. His mate, the man he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with, didn’t want him.

Crank had no choice now. Anok didn’t want him, and he would never force the man. He was going to go feral, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.



ADULT EXCERPT

Crank crawled up onto the edge of the bed then slowly climbed over the circle of pillows until he knelt between Anok’s legs. His breathing became labored as he ran his hands over Anok’s legs, from ankle to knee.

“So soft,” he whispered absentmindedly. Crank was intrigued by how soft Anok’s skin felt. His fingers seemed to just skim right over it as if it was made of pure silk. But, did it taste just as nice? Crank bent over and stroked his long tongue up one of Anok’s legs.

Damn!

Anok tasted just as good as he felt, just as good as he smelled. Crank wanted to consume his mate. He couldn’t seem to get enough. Crank continued to lick at Anok’s skin, trying to reach every inch of flesh his tongue could reach.

He frowned when he noticed that Anok seemed to be pulling away from him. Crank growled and jumped up to hover over Anok. He bared his teeth and growled again.

“Whoa, big guy,” Anok said as he patted Crank’s naked chest. “Just calm down. I’m not going anywhere. My legs are starting to cramp with the way you’re pushing down on them.”

Crank frowned and glanced down at Anok’s lower body. It was only then that he noticed his legs lying over the top of Anok’s, pressing him into the mattress below. Crank quickly slid his legs inward until Anok’s legs rested on the outside of his.

He rubbed his hands up and down his mate’s legs as he looked up at him, worried. He was much bigger than Anok. His job was to protect Anok, even from himself. To harm his mate would be to harm himself.

“I’m fine, Crank.”

Crank watched his mate for a moment longer until he was satisfied that Anok was telling the truth then he returned his attention to devouring Anok’s body, one silky inch at a time. He decided to start at the top this time, licking a path across Anok’s throat.

“Damn, you’re good at that,” Anok whispered as a soft tremble shook his body.

Crank ignored his words and continued to lick his way down Anok’s slim body. When he heard Anok’s breathing hitch just as his tongue stroked over the man’s brown hued nipple, Crank growled. Arousal was flooding his body like a tidal wave.

He reached under one of the pillows and grabbed the bottle of oil he kept hidden there. Popping the top, Crank liberally coated his fingers then closed the bottle and tossed it aside. He went back to licking at Anok’s nipples as he reached down between his mate’s legs and stroked his finger across the tight hole waiting for him, pressing in just a little.

Crank groaned, just catching the echo of Anok’s soft cry as his finger slid into the man’s ass. The sweet sound was music to Crank’s ears. He felt ten feet tall and phaser proof. Crank pressed in another finger then scooted down further to watch what he was doing.

Watching his finger sink into Anok’s tight ass was something he could do forever. If his cock hadn’t been so achingly hard, Crank would have done just that. But, maybe he’d save that for another time. Right now, he knew if he didn’t get balls deep into his mate’s ass, the show would be over before it began.

Once Anok was sufficiently stretched, Crank sat up on his knees. He grabbed Anok by his hips and flipped him over onto his hands and knees. The yelp of surprise that fell from Anok’s lips made Crank growl with satisfaction. Anok seemed way too calm for someone who was about to be claimed.

Crank pulled back on Anok’s hips then fit the tip of his cock into the man’s ass. He watched as he slowly sank past the first ring of muscles. It took everything in Crank to pause and give Anok a chance to adjust to his invasion as the power of being inside his mate for the first time swept through him.

Little by little, Anok’s body accepted him, and Crank slid in further until his balls rested against Anok’s ass. As soon as he felt he could fuck his mate without harming him, Crank began pounding into Anok’s ass. The sheer ecstasy of the moment overwhelmed Crank and he tossed his head back and roared his pleasure.

He could feel the spines at the end of his cock starting to extend and knew his orgasm was just moments away. He leaned over Anok, covering all of his mate’s smaller body with his own.

“Mine,” he growled low in his throat right before he struck, sinking his teeth as deep into Anok as he could get them. The deeper the mating bite, the better the mating mark would be. It would also create an instant erogenous spot for Anok.


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BLOOD CONTRACT

BLOOD CONTRACT

Wolf Creek Pack 8

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Danny Erickson knew things were bad when he got called to the dean's office at his university. He just didn't expect to see his estranged father when he arrived or the proposal his father offers him. Little does Danny know that by signing his name on the dotted line, he's agreed to become the personal blood donor to a vampire prince and there is no breaking this blood contract.

Prince Dominic Xavier Lucian Ruelle is dying. He needs a blood donor with pure blood. When Danny is brought to him, Dominic finds himself dealing with feelings he has never experienced before. Falling in love with his blood donor was never part of the contract.

When Danny's life is threatened, Dominic will do anything to save him, even break every rule of his kind. He's even willing to give up his life to save the man he loves. But will it be enough and will it be in time? More importantly, will Danny accept a vampire prince as his mate?


STORY EXCERPT

“Is he here?”

“He is, sire. I’ve placed him in the adjoining room”

“I want to see him.”

“Dominic, I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Sully said. “He’s sleeping right now and—”

“I want to see him!” Dominic growled silently.

“As you wish.” Sully bowed his head and walked out of the room.

Dominic closed his eyes. That little bit of bravado had sucked the energy right out of him. His eyelids felt like they were attached to lead weights. He couldn’t ever remember being this tired, not even when he fought in the French Revolution, and that had been a bloody battle that lasted for ages.

Dominic opened his eyes and turned his head when he heard the door open. He watched Sully walk in, a man cradled carefully in his arms. Dominic’s curiosity was piqued when he got a good look at the tuff of sunlight-blond hair sticking out of the blanket wrapped around the young man.

“Is he okay?” Dominic asked when Sully laid the unconscious man down next to him.

“Yes, he’s just sleeping.” Sully grimaced and folded his hands in front of him as he stood up next to the side of the bed. “I’m afraid I had to give him a sedative.”

Dominic’s eyes shot up and met Sully’s for a moment then went back down to the man lying beside him. An unnatural concern for the human filled him. “Why?”

“I do not believe he was fully informed of the conditions of the contract by his family, sire.”

“What?” Dominic snapped. “He signed the contract, did he not?”

“He did, but I think he believed he was signing a contract between him and his father, not you. When I informed him of the contract between the two of you, he resisted. That’s when I had to sedate him.”

“He does not want to be a donor?” When Sully remained silent, Dominic turned to look at him. “Say what is on your mind, Sully.”

“I am unsure of what exactly Erickson told the boy, Dominic, but I do not believe he is fully aware of the situation.”

“What exactly did he think he was signing?”

“As I said, a contract between him and his father.”

“For what purpose?”

“Again, I am unsure.”

“Well, what do you know then?” Dominic snapped silently. He hated the silent communication he had to use due to his ill health. He’d much rather be stomping his foot and shouting to the heavens than having to use mental telepathy. It was too draining on him and didn’t have the same effect.

“He is a perfect match, Dominic.”

Dominic sighed and laid his head down on the pillow next to Danny’s. “Let me see him.”

Sully reached down and pulled the edges of the blanket back to reveal the sleeping man’s perfect heart-shaped face. Dominic inhaled sharply at the beauty laid out before him. He had not expected his blood donor to look so handsome.

“He is a beauty.”

“No one is to touch him.” Dominic growled, his eyes narrowing. He had a sudden urge to attack Sully. He just didn’t have the energy. “I will rip out the throat of the first man to touch a hair on his head.” Sully arched an eyebrow at Dominic, a gesture that very few men got away with in front of him. It was only Sully’s years of service and friendship that allowed him to get away with it unscathed.

“Don’t you think you’d better regain your strength before you start making threats?” Sully asked, arching a dark eyebrow at Dominic. “I doubt you could rip out the throat of a fly right now.”

“We must begin the process right away,” Dominic replied as he continued to stare at Daniel, ignoring Sully’s observation about his dwindling health. “I will need my strength to keep the watchers away from him.”

“You will.” Sully nodded his agreement, a slight grimace crossing his face. “Once they learn that Daniel is your match, they won’t hesitate to take him out.”

“I want the sentries doubled,” Dominic growled. He had an unfamiliar need to keep Daniel safe, something he wasn’t used to. “I am appointing you his Sàssari until I am able to protect him on my own.”

Sully visibly gulped. “Sàssari?”

Dominic started to chuckle at Sully’s shock but it quickly turned into a cough, shaking his body with the force of it. By the time Dominic was done coughing, Sully was standing next to him, a glass of water in one hand and a handkerchief in the other.

“You’re getting worse, Dominic,” Sully said as he gently wiped the blood away from the corner of Dominic’s mouth. “We must start the blood letting as soon as possible or we may be too late.”

Dominic nodded. He knew Sully was right. He was growing weaker by the hour. He already couldn’t walk or sit up on his own. Soon, he wouldn’t be able to lift his hands or turn his head. Dominic was most worried about being able to use his fangs. If he didn’t have the strength to drink blood, he’d die.

“How soon can we start?” he asked Sully. “I’m growing tired.”

“I can draw some blood for now or give you his wrist, your choice.”

“I am not so weak that I cannot drink from the source,” Dominic growled, curling back the corner of his upper lip, showing the tips of his fangs. “Give me his wrist.”


ADULT EXCERPT

“Please don’t kill me,” Danny whispered as he turned his head and brought Dominic’s face up to his neck. He squeezed his eyes tight and waited for the pain he knew was coming. How could it not?

Dominic had fucking fangs!

“Ahh,” Danny moaned when he didn’t feel excruciating pain instantly. Instead, he felt Dominic’s tongue stroke across his skin. A moment later, there was a small bit of pressure then all Danny felt was an overwhelming bliss as pleasure exploded through every nerve in his body.

His cock filled and exploded in a matter of seconds, giving Danny the most intense, and quickest, orgasm he had ever experienced. Danny could feel Dominic continuing to suck the blood from his neck as he sank back against the pillows, panting heavily.

He was totally freaked. It happened so fast that Danny barely had time to register the fact that he was aroused before he was coming in his pants like an untried schoolboy. That had never happened before, and it was quite embarrassing.

Danny felt his face flush when Dominic extracted his teeth and licked the bite mark on his neck. He could feel that little lick shoot through his body and settle at the base of his cock. Danny groaned and turned his face to the side when he felt his cock try and come back to life.

The contract said blood donor, not complete and utter slut. Danny had no idea what Dominic must be thinking of him but it couldn’t be good if the little growls coming from the man were any indication. When Danny tried to roll away, Dominic’s growls grew louder.

Oh fuck, he hadn’t died before but it was looking like a distinct possibility now. Danny tried to freeze, to not make a single movement that would draw Dominic’s anger. And that would have been a great plan if he could stop shaking.

“Dom–Dominic,” he whispered. He awkwardly patted Dominic’s sweat-slickened chest and prayed he wasn’t about to die. “Hey, man, are you feeling any better?”

Danny was shocked down to his toes when Dominic nuzzled into his neck and licked at the bite mark again. Those weren’t the actions of a man bent on harming him. He hoped. Danny raised his hand and smoothed back the black hair from Dominic’s face.

“Okay, now things are getting really weird,” Danny murmured when Dominic leaned into his hand and started making small purring type sounds. “One of us has lost his ever-loving mind.”

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ADWAKA'S BLADE

ADWAKA'S BLADE

Lady Blue Crew 4

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Adwaka can’t stand to be away from Blade. The mating bond has begun, but Blade has yet to claim him. Adwaka knows that Blade merely tolerates him, so he begins to self-medicate in order to deal with the pain.

Blade must leave for a short mission and leave Adwaka behind. When he returns, he finds his mate has been sedated after an episode. Blade knows something is wrong with Adwaka but has no clue how to help him.

Blade decides sending Adwaka home may be the best solution, but can Blade selflessly let his mate go even though his heart is breaking in two?

The two find their way through the murky waters of mating to discover a bond unlike anything they have ever known as the crew fights to get away from the Elite Force that’s hot on their trail.

STORY EXCERPT

“You can’t go with me, Adwaka,” Blade said as he pulled a phaser out of the weapons storage unit and pushed it into the holster on the side of his heavily muscled thigh. He added a couple of knives as well, placing them in hidden sheaths on his dark black uniform.

Adwaka felt his stomach coil into knots as he watched Blade tuck the knives into various pockets. He didn’t like that Blade needed to be armed to the nines when going on a mission. It scared the crap out of him how easily Blade walked into danger. His mate wasn’t even batting an eye at the possibility that he may not return. He looked like a warrior standing next to Adwaka. Although this made him proud, it also made him want to beg for his mate to stay and let someone else go in his stead.

“I promise not to get in anyone’s way,” Adwaka pled as he wrung his hands in front of him. The thought of Blade leaving the Lady Blue nearly had him throwing up. “I’ll stay on the shuttle.”

Blade shook his head as he locked the weapons storage unit then looked down at him. Adwaka hated when Blade looked at him that way. He could see the frustration in Blade’s eyes. He had a deep need to please the coyote shifter and obey, but Adwaka was terrified of being left alone.

“You can spend time with Pax and Gigi while I’m away.”

Blade cupped the side of Adwaka’s face, his thumb playing over Adwaka’s cheek. Adwaka leaned into the touch. He needed Blade to stay with him and not go off on some mission on Beta Five, but Adwaka knew the shifter was going to leave him regardless of what he said.

Adwaka didn’t like Blade leaving his side any more than he liked leaving Blade’s. The coyote shifter was the first person he had seen when he opened his eyes in this new place, and he immediately clung to him. They hadn’t stayed glued at the hip, but Adwaka felt the separation deep in his soul every time Blade left him. He was terrified he’d never see Blade again.

Adwaka knew his obsession with Blade was just that—an obsession. Being away from the man almost made him go into panic mode. Blade represented everything that was strong and safe to Adwaka, and he was afraid of losing him.

Adwaka also knew that the feelings that welled up inside of him for Blade were not returned. Blade tolerated him. There wasn’t a soul-deep need inside of Blade to hold him close and never let him go. Blade put up with him because there really wasn’t any other choice.

Adwaka had heard the whispered rumblings between the other crew members of the Lady Blue. He knew he was supposed to be Blade’s mate. He also knew that beyond keeping him safe, Blade had never made a single move toward him. There wasn’t any of the cuddling and closeness he’d seen between the other mated couples on the ship. Blade kept him safe and made sure his basic needs were seen to—and that was it.

The one and only time Adwaka had tried to take things further—a kiss, a simple kiss—Blade had pushed him away and told him no. There had been no explanation for his gesture, but Adwaka wasn’t stupid despite what anyone else might think. Blade didn’t want him like that.

Adwaka was almost surprised that Blade didn’t drop him off on the nearest planet. He assumed it would happen eventually. No one wanted to care for someone long-term without getting something in return, and the only thing Adwaka had to give Blade, Blade didn’t want.

Adwaka sighed and stepped back when Blade started for the door. He trailed behind Blade, wishing with everything in him that he didn’t feel the need to follow the man around like some lost puppy looking for a home. He just couldn’t bring himself to find one that didn’t involve Blade.

“Blade, maybe I ca—”

“No, Adwaka.” Blade turned and reached for Adwaka, drawing him under his arm. “It’s safer for you if you stay here on Lady Blue. I won’t be gone long. I promise.”

“But—” Adwaka clenched his hands when Blade started shaking his head. He had promised himself he wouldn’t beg, but it was on the tip of his tongue to do just that.

“No, Adwaka.”

Adwaka shivered at the harshly spoken words. He pressed his lips together to keep from begging. He hated feeling needy, especially when it was obvious that Blade didn’t like it. He kept trying to make himself less clingy, but that went right out the window every time he saw the strong shifter. All Adwaka wanted to do was curl up in Blade’s arms and let the world fade away.



ADULT EXCERPT

Adwaka could feel his mate smiling against his skin. He moaned when Blade rolled him to his stomach, kissing the top of his spine and then leaving a wet trail down his spine as Blade kissed his way down Adwaka’s back.

Adwaka wiggled under his mate as Blade got closer to his mounds. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when Blade inserted a finger into his ass. “Blade,” Adwaka murmured into the pillow.

His mate nipped both cheeks as he added another finger. “I’m punishing you for scaring me.”

Punishment? This was a punishment? Hell, Adwaka was going to run through the ship naked and hit every single damn emergency button if this was going to be his punishment. He stuck his ass out a little further, wanting to feel Blade fuck his ass with those large fingers. Gods, it felt so damn good.

Blade nipped him again.

“What was that for?”

“You’re not supposed to beg for more with your tight little ass.”

“Sorry,” Adwaka said as he jutted his ass higher. He smiled when Blade chuckled. The sound was pure liquid sex.

Adwaka grabbed the bedding when Blade straddled his hips. What in the hell was the crazy coyote doing? Adwaka jerked when he felt Blade’s fingers separate his cheeks, and the blunt head of his cock nudged at Adwaka’s hole.

He bit his bottom lip as Blade’s large cock split him wide open. Adwaka cried out in pleasure as Blade’s cock fully impaled his ass. Adwaka began to pant at the erotic feeling sizzling through his body, making his ass clench, trying his best to keep his mate exactly where he was.

“Ow!” Adwaka jumped when Blade smacked one lone ass cheek. “What was that for?” It didn’t really hurt as much as it stung.

“Your punishment, baby.”

Adwaka closed his eyes and smiled. Blade could use his body however he wanted if he kept making Adwaka feel this good. He bit his bottom lip when another hand landed on the opposite cheek, the sting vibrating throughout his lower half.

“I think you like this,” Blade growled.

“Nu-uh.” Adwaka shook his head as he tried his best to hike his ass higher.

“Yes, you do.” Another hand landed on his bottom. Blade skated his hands up Adwaka’s skin, his fingers tracing every ridge on Adwaka’s back, circling around his shoulder blades and then around his shoulders. Adwaka’s body shuddered at his mate’s touch. His ass clenched a few times with the fullness as Blade’s fingers teased the shell of his ears.

Adwaka could feel Blade’s heart beating with his, beating for him as his nails lightly scraped over Adwaka’s jaw. Adwaka began to pant, never having had someone love him so thoroughly, so gently. Blade leaned forward, his breath tickling the nape of Adwaka’s neck, sending shivers through his blood.

“I love you.” Blade laid a soft kiss on Adwaka’s nape before leaning back. Blade’s fingers ghosted up Adwaka’s arms and then he entwined his large fingers with Adwaka’s smaller ones. Adwaka was blanketed with Blade’s strength as his mate began to move his hips.

“I love you, too, Blade,” Adwaka cried as Blade rocked his hips in a lazy manner. Adwaka could see the punishment now. Blade was going to go so slow that Adwaka was going to lose his mind. Yeah, this was so torturous that Adwaka wasn’t going to fracture another law, ever….right.

Adwaka could feel himself getting lost in Blade as his mate tightened his fingers, thrusting a little harder as he nipped at Adwaka’s flesh. There was no way in hell Adwaka was going to survive this. It felt too good, too surreal.

Adwaka kicked his ankles out, twisting them around Blade’s as he pushed back, meeting Blade’s cock with his ass. Blade was his home, and Adwaka planned on building a fire and curling up inside of his mate.

“My Adwaka, my mate, my ...life.” Blade nipped his skin as he spoke.

Adwaka gasped when his cock began to rub against the bed, giving him the friction he needed and craved. He could feel the large wet spot beneath him and moved faster, trying to reach his release.

Blade bit a little harder. “Slow down.”

Adwaka gulped in air as he nodded, feeling Blade’s cock gliding in and out between his mounds. He shivered, goose bumps speckling his skin as he lifted his head, his lips parting as Blade lapped at Adwaka’s flesh.

“Bite me,” Adwaka begged.

Blade nipped a little harder but didn’t break the skin. Adwaka tilted his head to the side, exposing his shoulder to his mate. Blade growled low as he lapped at Adwaka’s tender skin. His canines scraped from Adwaka’s ear to his shoulder.

Adwaka whimpered. Blade pulled his cock back and then rammed forward as he bit into Adwaka’s giving flesh.


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Why My Intern Is Starting To Reply To My Emails…by Joyee Flynn

Why My Intern Is Starting To Reply To My Emails…

***Please don’t read this if you offend easily, aren’t a fan of sarcasm, or already think I’m a bitch. This is all meant in good fun and I’m writing this at 1am because I can’t sleep.***

1- I’m an author… I’m supposed to be a little “off” and some people don’t get that.
2- No matter how sane someone is or how normal the question by the 50th time you answer you start wanting to mess with people. i.e. “Are you there?” “Nope!” And I never said I was even sane…
3- I’m born and bred Chicago-ian. I don’t beat around the bush, am blunt, and most people think I’m a bitch.
4- Sarcasm flows in my blood. I don’t just tip the scales… I push it over the cliff, giggling and wave as it plummets.
5- Dane Cook and I have a lot in common, one of which is we’re both Catholic and have wanted to screw with the priest during communion by grabbing the bowl and running away with it. (Yeah, I really almost did once.)
6- If I was fit to be around the general public I wouldn’t work by myself, from home, up in my cave… I mean office.
7- I spend most of my time in fantasy land, coming back out into the real world can be a shock to my system.
8- No matter when I go to reply to messages the first one is always one that just chaps my ass and I swear it affects my answers to the rest.

That being said… here are some of my normal, reasonable questions (and some not) I get in emails and my very smart ass replies that I want to give sometimes.

Have you thought about writing any of the other Marius Brothers stories?
Nope, thought I’d leave the last three hanging and laugh at them or maybe just kill them off.

When is (insert book I’ve not even started writing yet) coming out?
Sometime after I write it & submit it.
Reply I’ve actually gotten several times: Why haven’t you written it yet?
I’m busy working on other projects.
When are you going to get to it?
Hell if I know? I’m still wondering what I’m going to eat for lunch.
Why don’t you work on it now?
That’s about when I stop replying…

Is (insert series) ongoing?
Yes. It’s on my website that all series other than Hounds of Hell is ongoing. Other questions can be answered at www.joyeeflynn.com
Oh, I don’t have time look that up, it’s easier if you just answer my questions.
Easier for who?! The whole reason I set up the very time consuming webpage is so people can see what’s going on and don’t have to wait for my reply. Every time I get emails like this I get unmotivated to even work on it, which is why it’s so far behind. And honestly I set it up also so I can keep writing and not spend hours replying to emails. If you can’t take the time to click on the link and read what’s there, why should I take the time replying? Plus, it would just be quicker to click the link…

I’m interested in reading your books. Send me the blurbs to all of them and your excerpts.
Seriously? Not even a please or thank you? Do I look like McDonald’s drive thru? I didn’t see “order here” on my forehead this morning…. And I washed my face. I currently have 39 books out… that would be one long ass email with all the blurbs and excerpts… and they’re all on my website.

Are you going to write (some minor female character)’s book?
I have 39 books out, 48 written currently… M/M, M/M/M, M/M/M/M, and M/M/M/M/M/M… there’s a theme there, I swear there is.

How could you end (insert title) that way? Are you nuts?
Yep, and I take evil pills every morning just to make sure I’m well rounded

How much did you make on your last book?
F*&* @#()*&*& @#&(*&@(* #@*)()&$ none of your business.

Why are all your books the same and so predictable?
Why the F do you keep reading them then if they all suck? If they’re all the same why do I bother changing the names…

Are there going to be anymore (one of my series)?
Nope, I killed off the rest of the characters even though I have on my website that the series is ongoing and I left the ending of the last one open ended.
*yeah, I get that one a lot, at least 3x a day, and I start to get creative. It’s a normal question but again, I’m not fit to be around people*

Why the fascination with male pregnancy? It’s obviously impossible and takes away from the story.
I have one series with male preggos and two characters in other series… and no kidding it’s impossible, but I write FICTION. If it takes away from the story then how can you read the ones without it, you know, with the vampires, werewolves… all that REAL stuff.

Why do you keep writing ménages? They’re unrealistic and I hate them.
Right, let me cater just to you. That’s logical to expect.

I don’t think I set up my Kindle right. Can you tell me what I’m doing wrong and set it up?
Do I look like Amazon? I can’t see what you did. How do I know what you did wrong? Read the instructions! I don’t email Brad Pitt when my Blue Ray player is confusing me….

And last but not least, but my favorite I get asked in my personal life ALL the time….

You’re an author! Have I ever read anything you’ve written?
How the HELL would I know what you’ve read? I’m an author, not a telepath!

If I pissed anyone off and they want to email me complaining… please don’t. This was my way of sharing some fun sarcasm. It was this or bang my head against the wall. =0)

Joyee Flynn

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Cheetah in Charge by Joyee Flynn

CHEETAH IN CHARGE

Purrfect Mates 6

By Joyee Flynn

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[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Ménage a Trois Paranormal Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, vampires]

Cass Cowell struggles with his past, which he desperately wants to keep from his family. Even though they destroyed some of the Hunters, Cass remains empty of feeling and full of nightmares. The only remedies for these afflictions are his two mates—if he can let them in.

Logan is a vampire thrown into a dilemma when he encounters Cass. He is thrilled to finally meet his mate, but that means he has to end a relationship with the man he has been dating for hundreds of years.

Merrick Roman is the brother of the man that killed himself. He desperately wants everything to work with his new mate despite the horrible damage that was done to Cass prior to their meeting.

Will Cass, Logan, and Merrick be able to overcome their problems and become true mates even with the danger of a new evil?


STORY EXCERPT

“No more, Cass,” Raz snarled and grabbed my arm. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I’m fine,” I slurred and tried to pull away.

“Settle your tab, and let’s go,” Rash said firmly, and he gave the pretty bartender the signal that I wasn’t having any more drinks.

“I’m the oldest,” I replied angrily, falling back onto the stool when I tried to stand up too quickly.

“Then act like it,” Ragu said coldly as he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me so our noses were touching. “Someday we will learn what happened to you, Cass.”

“Do you want me to leave? Is that what you want?” Their faces paled, and I ignored them as I signed the credit card slip the bartender was holding for me. I added a fat tip and thanked her. My litter-mates stood there frozen as I stormed out. Well, I would have if my body was working right then. Instead, I was stumbling all over the place and trying to keep upright.

“You want to leave?” Rash asked as they caught up to me outside the club. He lifted my arm over his shoulder and helped me walk. “What happened, Cass? Why won’t you tell us? You hide it all so well that the younger litter has no clue that you even went through anything. It was never our place to tell what we were feeling from you when we all shifted, but if you don’t stop this shit, that will change.”

“And that’s the way it stays,” I growled and went to one of the waiting cabs. I opened the door but didn’t get in. “And yes, I want to leave. I’m tired of always being responsible for everyone else. I should not be in charge of anyone or have their lives in my hands.”

I wanted to say, “So I can’t fail them like I did Rolf.” But then they really would pester me to know.

“We’re adults, Cass,” Ragu growled and spun me around to face them. “You take charge, and we let you, but we’re more than capable of taking care of ourselves.”

“So be it,” I said with a nod and pulled my arm away. “Then I’m going home to pack.”

“Cass, no!” Raz gasped as tears filled his eyes. I shook my head and crawled into the cab, closing the door on their faces.

“The Bellagio, please,” I said and slumped down in the seat. The driver had heard all of that but wisely didn’t say a word. Good man.

I stared out the window at the lights and glamour of Vegas and wished I was alone on a deserted island. At least that way I could choke on my memories and pain without hurting my family. But then again, if they ever found out what had happened with Rolf, they wouldn’t love me anyways and wouldn’t care.

I made it about halfway to the elevators I needed to ride to our rooms when lo and behold there was more family of mine in my face.

“Cass, are you drunk?” Sari asked, his jaw just about hitting the ground. “Where have you guys all been tonight?”

I glanced over at Cam, the youngest of our litter, and blind, as he looked down at his shoes. Yeah, since he couldn’t see, I was pretty sure he was just hiding his reaction to the conversation. He knew where Ragu, Raz, and Rash had been but hadn’t said anything. What was there to say? They didn’t know anything about my life really, or my pain, just that something had happened.

“Yeah, what of it?” I snarled, sounding more cat than man. “I’m going to pack.”

“Okay, but we’re here a few more days,” Curtis said slowly. They were all standing around one private craps table. And of course, it was all of them. “So there’s no reason to pack.”

“I’m leaving,” I replied and went to stumble away. “I’m leaving. I’m packing up my shit from Curtis’s, and leaving.”

“We weren’t done talking to you,” Raz called out as they raced over to me. Great, just fucking great. “This ends tonight, Cassiel Cowell, or so help me god—”

“Or what?” I shouted in his face and shoved him hard. If I’d been sober, he would have gone flying, but instead I almost landed on my ass. “What are you going to do, Raz? Tie me down so I can’t ever leave? I want some fucking peace for once, and I’m leaving.”

“Why would you want to leave us?” Shem asked quietly as he moved closer to me. My other brother was blind, too, but since I was yelling like a madman, it wasn’t hard to figure out where I was. The problem was Shem, more than any of my siblings, pulled at my heart strings. I loved them all, but Shem was so sensitive and helpless at times that I’d do anything for him.

“I just have to, Shem,” I whispered and backed away. “I can’t keep doing this anymore. My litter won’t leave me alone, you and your litter have no clue who I really am, and I never get any peace.”

“Because you never sleep?” he asked so only I would hear. “Why do you never sleep, Cass?”

“You knew?” I gasped. “What else do you know?” I shook my head and took another step away. “It doesn’t matter what you know. I’m leaving.”

“Why won’t you tell us, Cass?” Ragu begged and grabbed my arm. “It can’t be as bad as you think it is, brother. Just tell us and let us share your pain and help you.”

“You-know-nothing,” I ground out in between clenched teeth. He dropped my arm as if I burned him. They all stood there with their mouths open in shock, so I took the advantage and booked it. The confrontation had been enough for me to sober up some.



ADULT EXCERPT

“And that time will come, but you’ve got some claiming to do.” I watched Merrick as he leaned over the bed seductively and presented his ass to me. “I think we were about here, right?”

“Yes,” I hissed and practically pounced on him. I pulled back the cheeks of his ass as I shifted, ready for the pleasure instead of the hurt serious talking could bring. Lining up my cock, I pushed over half of myself inside of him. I wasn’t a small guy when in human form, but in my half-and-half form I was even bigger, so I had a good nine inches to give my mate.

“Claim me, Cass. Make me yours,” Merrick cried out. I felt a thrill go through my body at the idea. Mine. Someone that was all mine. Well, mine and Logan’s, but the sentiment was the same. I thrust hard, my control gone, and bottomed out inside of him.

“So hot,” Logan moaned. I glanced at him and realized he had moved. He was now sitting on the green, plush comforter with his legs spread wide as he stroked his cock. I was wondering why he wasn’t joining in when he answered my question before I’d even asked it. “I like to watch. I really like to watch before I get in the mix.”

“Voyeur.” Merrick snickered.

“If you can talk, then I’m not doing my job right,” I said as I pulled out of him slowly. I thrust back into him so hard I knew he’d have a bruise on his ass tomorrow. But he didn’t seem to care, because he went wild under me.
“Oh yeah, Cass. Pound into his sweet ass,” Logan groaned. Him watching while pleasing himself moved up the erotic nature of our joining to another level. My hips started snapping harder than I ever thought possible. I was grunting, Merrick was grunting and then some, and I swear Logan was whimpering. If there was no other pleasure or stimulus, I was ready to blow just from the sounds Merrick was making under me.

“Gonna come,” I panted as I leaned over Merrick’s back. “Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Fuck yes,” he hissed and tilted his head to the side. I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. Seeing his sleek neck stretched out for me, with its corded muscles straining and his jaw ticking as I plowed into him, undid me. I licked once over the soft skin where his neck met his shoulder and sank my canines into him. “Oh, sweet mercy!”

I grunted as he came, his ass clamping down on me. I drank him down, feeling our mating bond snap into place before lifting my head and roaring out my release. I pumped my seed deep into my mate as my hands convulsed on his hips from the intensity of my orgasm. His tight hold massaged my dick perfectly, milking everything I had to give him.

He collapsed onto the bed, and I didn’t have any strength left to keep myself up, landing on top of him. Merrick groaned and squirmed as I gently licked my bite to close the wound.

“Fuck,” Logan gasped, and we both turned our heads to watch as he came, pumping his cock faster than any human could ever move their hand. He shot all over his chest and even hit his chin.

“I think he really likes to watch.” Merrick chuckled, and I felt the vibrations throughout my body.

“Oh god, don’t do that,” I moaned as his muscles tightened around me. My whole body spasmed at the attention to my sensitive dick. Logan crawled over when he was spent and kissed Merrick gently.

“Was it as good as it looked?” he asked as he gasped for breath.

“Probably better,” Merrick moaned as I rolled off of him. I felt pride that I’d sent my mate into such bliss, and it turned me on to see him lying there completely spent and debauched. I turned to Logan with a feral grin on my lips.

“Your turn,” I purred as I crawled over to him.

“Give me a minute,” Logan panted, but I wasn’t having any of it. He lay flat on his stomach, and I climbed behind him, straddling his thighs as I rubbed my claws gently over his ass. “Or not.”

“I vote for not.” I pulled one cheek of his ass to the side and rubbed my now painfully hard cock against his hole.

He’d been stretched out earlier before we started talking, but I didn’t worry about him not being slick enough since my dick was covered in my own cum from being inside Merrick. Logan went to push himself up, and I firmly kept him in place as I pressed the head of my dick past his tight ring.

“Shit,” he hissed in pleasure as he tried to push back and take more of me into him. “I’ve never done it at this angle.”

“Makes you so nice and tight,” I purred as I slid in farther, working my cock into him as slowly as I could without dying of need.

“I might end up becoming a voyeur, too,” Merrick whispered as he watched where our bodies joined. “I can see how it’s appealing.”

“See, and I just felt left out when you guys were kissing and stretching each other.” I froze and felt Logan go stiff under me at the confession. I panicked and thrust hard into him to distract them from what I said. I so didn’t want to talk about that right now.

“I don’t like to bottom, but I think I change my mind on that,” Logan whimpered as I held still and gave him time to adjust to the penetration. “Or maybe it’s who I was doing it with.”


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White Paws and a Dream

White Paws and a Dream

Midnight Matings

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

When Ifan Vashnikov is summoned to the Great Gathering and learns of the plan set up by UPAC, he decides he'd rather go feral than be forced to take a mate. Before he can voice his decision to the elders, he finds himself mated.

But his mating is not the usual mating. For one, he didn't drink the spiked champagne like everyone else, so he isn't in heat. Two, his mate is being protected for his own safety. Misha is a dreamwalker, the most powerful dreamwalker in over a thousand years. Because of that, he is being hunted. People want to use his powers for evil.

Misha just wants to settle down somewhere quiet with his dream mate. When he's rescued and taken to the UPAC headquarters, he finally meets the man he has been sharing dreams with for over a year—the man he fell in love with—but Ifan doesn't seem to know him. When danger comes, Misha doesn't know whether to turn to Ifan or run for his life.

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Mr. Right by GA Hauser

Mr. Right
By: G.A. Hauser Other books by G.A. Hauser
Published By: The GA Hauser Collection LLC
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Twenty-five year old Shawn Valley loved the internet chat sites and hooking up with older men. When he met Glenn Avon, a man thirty years his senior, he thought his life had changed for the better and it was time to settle down. What Shawn didn't expect was for Glenn to die after only living with him for three years. On the heels of his partner's death, Shawn begins to slide back into his old habits until he is persuaded to seek counseling.
Elliot Downey worked in Vacaville, California as a therapist. When a woman leaves him a message, asking him to call Shawn Valley to make an appointment, Elliot never expected to become enamored with a patient. It was taboo, it was against the rules, and it was inevitable.
The first few moments Shawn and Elliot were face to face, Elliot knew he was in trouble, and Shawn wondered if he could rebound into a wonderful new man.
Once before Elliot had loved someone and ruined his career. Was history going to repeat itself?
How much is a man willing to risk when he thinks Mr. Right has walked right to the door? It's Shawn's job to convince Elliot, they were meant for each other.

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