Monday, August 26, 2013

Release Day: Heavenly Scent

HEART OF A MATE

Scent of a Mate 4
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[Ménage Amour ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]
Patch Mason is content to sit back and watch his brother be the new Regal Elder until one of the men coming to see him turns out to be the mate that rejected him and sent men after him to destroy his life. Forgiveness isn’t something he has in him, not anymore.


Otto Marshall has been looking for his missing mate for months. He gave the man up once to save him from a fate worse than death only to find out that in giving him up, he nearly destroyed him. Forgiveness is not something he has the right to ask for, but neither is losing Patch a second time.

Sam Holloway is sent to warn the Marshall brothers that their father has escaped prison. He never dreamed that he would discover not one, but two mates, or that both of them would be the targets of an insane alpha bent on revenge. If he can’t get them to come to terms with each other then he might lose them both.
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Finished & Submitted - Lucius: Spartan Warrior

LUCIUS


Spartan Warrior

Lucius is Spartan, a genetically enhanced soldier created for the sole purpose of fighting. But what is he to do when the war is over? Exiled with his unit to an island off the Pacific coastline, Lucius is shocked when he finds more than a deserted island when he meets Ari, a man determined to live by his own rules even at the cost of his own life.
Ari was just a teenager when he was abandoned by his family and exiled because he didn’t meet the new moral code. He does what he needs to do to survive. When he meets Lucius and the other Spartan, he finds that the fierce warriors need even more help than he does.
Emotions have been drummed out of the Spartans, deemed useless to men taught nothing but killing. Teaching them to feel just might be harder than Ari thinks, especially when he needs Lucius to be the killing machine he was born to be in order to save them all when the enemy attacks. But the cost might be the man he is falling in love with.

STORY EXCERPT
Ari tightened his fingers around the knife in his hand to hide the tremble that flickered through his entire body. The soldier standing before him was the biggest damn man Ari had ever seen in his life. He stood taller than the wooden doorframe.
Ari didn’t move other than to try and draw some much needed air into his lungs. He wasn’t stupid. He knew he was facing off against a Spartan warrior, one of the fiercest fighting machines ever created.
The three black tattooed lines on the side of the man’s face were a dead give-away. All Spartan had them. Each line was a mark of rank. Ari had no idea what this man’s rank was but he hoped it was high enough up that he could keep the others from killing him—assuming he didn’t kill Ari himself, which was a very real possibility.
Ari had seen the Spartan warriors in the cities during the war. He had seen them fight and seen them kill. He knew what they were capable of and he was fully aware of the fact that he didn’t have chance in hell of beating the one standing in front of him or the ones standing behind him.
“Who are you?” the man repeated.
“Ari.” Fuck, man this guy was huge. Ari swallowed hard, trying to bring some moisture back to his dry throat. “I live here.”
“No one is supposed to be on this island.”
Ari cocked his head to the side, a small frown of confusion working its way across his forehead. He slowly lowered the knife in his hand but didn’t let go of it. He would most definitely lose a fight with this soldier, but he’d cause a lot of damage as he died.
“Who told you that?”
“My superiors informed us that this island was uninhabited.”
“They were wrong.”
Ari gulped when the man’s lips thinned in obvious anger. He quickly held his hand up to placate the guy, and hopefully keep his head attached to his shoulders. “I’m sure they thought the island was uninhabited but it’s not. There are a lot of us here.”
Ari groaned when the warrior’s eyes narrowed at him. He knew he talked too much when he was nervous and a person couldn’t get much more nervous than he was right now. If he didn’t tuck his lips in he’d start spilling about every damn thing floating through his head.
“How many are here?”
Ari pressed his lips together and shook his head rapidly. He was in enough trouble. He wasn’t taking anyone else down with him. The next instant, Ari found himself disarmed and lying down on the floor on his back, his arms pinned down above his head and the biggest damn warrior in the group sitting on him.
“Speak,” the man growled, low and menacing.
Ari swallowed again, just knowing he was enjoying his last few minutes on earth, and then he shook his head. He might not like everyone that was stranded on the island, but he refused to divulge their numbers or whereabouts to a bunch of soldiers.
Nothing in the world could have prevented the squeak that fell from Ari’s lips when he felt the very sharp edge of a knife blade press against his throat.
Yep, he was going to die.
“Speak.”
Shaking his head was out. He’d just end up cutting his own throat. “No,” Ari said with as much bravado as he could muster up considering he was so scared he was about to piss himself.
“Then you will die.”
Ari almost rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I kind of figured that.”
“Then speak.” The Spartan sounded confused; almost as if he couldn’t quite understand why Ari wouldn’t speak if refusing to do so meant his life would be forfeit. And maybe he didn’t understand.
From what Ari had seen during the war, many people would give up their mothers for the right incentive. Ari’s mother had died during the war. Ari barely remembered her. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have people in his life that he cared about.
Ari refused to give the others up. He might not like some of them, but he had made friends with a lot of them. Besides, Ari had always known he would die at some point. It was kind of a fact of life. And he’d rather go out protecting his friends than from starving to death or getting a cold.
“No.”
 “Do you want to die?”
Ari’s lips twitched. He almost felt like laughing. “Not really.”
“Then speak,” the man said in a deep voice void of emotion. “Tell me how many others there are.”
“You might as well kill me now because I won’t tell you anything.”
“So be it.”
Ari braced himself, waiting for the killing blow. But instead of dying, Ari was yanked to his feet. He found himself spun around then he was picked up and tossed over the large warriors shoulder. The Spartan started out the door, pausing on the doorstep to look back at the other warriors.
“Burn it,” he said before carrying Ari out of the building.
“No!” Ari screamed as he started to struggle, visualizing all of his hard work going up in flames. “No, please, don’t—”
“Then speak,” the Spartan said as he dropped Ari down to his feet.
Tears blurred Ari’s vision as he glanced at his house. It had taken him nearly two years to get the place livable, to carefully cultivate his garden and get all of his food stores canned and in his pantry. He had worked so hard, often from sun up to sun down. He couldn’t watch it all go up in flames.
“No,” Ari whispered as his shoulders slumped. Even if it meant his home, he couldn’t betray his friends. His house could be replaced. His friends couldn’t.
A lone tear slid down Ari’s pale cheek as he watched the first flicker of flame come to life on the torch one of the warriors held. He knew once the torch was fully engulfed with flames, the Spartan would toss it on his house, beginning the process that would take everything from him.
He’d seen it before.
Ari jerked back when the large Spartan with onyx eyes wiped his tear away with a single finger. “Why do you cry?” the Spartan asked. “This is your decision. Tell me what I want to know and I will not order the building burned.”
Ari’s nostrils flared as he inhaled hard. “Fuck you!”


ADULT EXCERPT
Ari yelped when he was suddenly grabbed around the neck and yanked forward. Hard searching lips pressed against his…and that was it. Ari waited for something more to happen—movement, the slip of a tongue, anything.
He got nothing.
Lucius was frowning just about as deeply as Ari had ever seen when the man leaned back. “I am not sure I fully understand why everyone seems so excited by a kiss, Ari. While I find that my pulse increases and my penis grows harder, this kissing thing does not seem to be a good enough reason to be so excited.”
Ari’s jaw dropped. “That wasn’t a kiss, Lucius. That was just you pressing your lips against mine.”
“A kiss is the act of pressing one's lips against another person’s, is it not?”
“Yeeaahh, sorta. There’s a little more involved than that.” Ari chuckled as he pushed the blankets down and moved to sit on the edge of on the bed. He patted the mattress in front of him. “Come over here and I’ll show you why everyone raves about kissing.”
Well, Ari hoped he could show Lucius what was so exciting about a kiss. He was pretty sure that Lucius was interested in men if he gave the Spartan a hard on. That did not mean he would like kissing. Not every man did. Ari, on the other hand, loved kissing. He dreamed of making out with a lover for hours.
If he had a lover.
Once Lucius had moved into place, Ari when to grab him when he noticed the flak jacket he was wearing and the gun holstered at his hip. While the man was prepared to go into battle, this was not a battle.
It was a kiss.
“Can you take off the flak jacket and gun?” Ari gestured to the nightstand. “You can put them there within easy reach.”
Lucius looked hesitant, his jaw firming as if he was fighting his instincts, but finally, he unbuckled his gun belt and laid it down on the nightstand then pulled his flak jacket off, laying over the top of his gun holster. When he was all done, Lucius settled back down on the bed.
“Now what?”
Ari chuckled just because the situation was so fucking weird. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Please?” Ari would never admit to Lucius that he was too nervous to have the man watching him while they kissed. Lucius’s dark eyes assessed everything, looking for strengths and weaknesses. For once, he just needed to feel.
Ari’s stomach fluttered when Lucius’s eyes slowly slid closed, and that was a telling moment in itself. Ari knew that there had to be at least some level of trust for the man to close his eyes around him.
Ari held his breath as he cupped Lucius’s chiseled face between his hands and leaned forward, touching his lips to Lucius’s. His tongue stroked across Lucius's lips, caressing his mouth more than kissing it.
Groaning, Lucius opened to him, and Ari swept his tongue inside, exploring, conquering. Tasting the warrior that he had wanted since the moment he saw the strong man standing before him with a knife in his hand.
Ari started when he was suddenly crushed against Lucius’s chest, the man’s large hands fisting him his hair. Lucius pressed his mouth to Ari’s, claiming his mouth with a savage intensity that seared Ari to his toes. Ari returned Lucius's kiss with reckless abandon, wanting more, wanting Lucius.
Now, this was a kiss.
When the full weight of Lucius’s muscular body pressed into him, Ari fell back against the pillows. A deep growl rumbled through Lucius’s chest as he crawled up and settled over the top of Ari, the width of his hips spreading Ari’s thighs until they almost hurt.
The pain was worth it to feel the monstrosity of a cock Lucius was sporting press against him. Ari’s breathing sped up as he hitched his hips and wrapped his legs around Lucius’s waist, bringing their two cocks together.
Ari bemoaned the fact that fabric separated them when he so desperately wanted to feel Lucius’s naked cock against his own. He reached down, wiggling his hand until he could get it between them, searching for the buttons of Lucius’s pants.
The moan that fell from his lips came partly from the victory he felt when he found the buttons and got them undone, and partly from the lips that continued to devour his. Lucius kissed Ari with a hunger that rivaled his own, threatening to consume them both.
Ari slid his hand inside of Lucius’s pants. The very moment his hand wrapped around Lucius’s wide girth, the man’s head snapped up, breaking the kiss. Lucius stared down at Ari for what seemed like a million years, and then tossed his head back as he roared, bucking wildly as hot cum filled Ari’s hand.
Ari just laid there, stunned, his own cock throbbing, aching. After watching Lucius’s display, he was so close to release that a stiff wind would have sent him over the edge. He just needed a little more, a little…
Ari cried out, his entire body going ramrod stiff as Lucius’s lips slammed back down on his, the man capturing his lips in a kiss that showed who dominated who. Lucius’s hand wrapped around Ari’s throat and the underside of his jaw, tilting his head back. The other one moved down Ari’s body, sliding down under him to grab his ass.
He was so damn close.
Ari almost went out of his mind when Lucius’s single hand covered a fair amount of both ass cheeks. He ripped his lips away from Lucius and stared up into Lucius’s unfathomable eyes, the intensity of the man’s gaze making his entire body clench with need. Ari swore he could see flames leaping to life in Lucius’s dark eyes, an invisible web of attraction building between them.
“Lucius.”

 

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Note To My Readers

As many of you may by now, Noble Romance Publishing is permanently closing their doors. As such, my books are being pulled from the Noble Romance website as well as its distributors. Until such time as they can be revised and extended and more storyline added to them, they will be unavailable. Please be aware that I am working on them when time allows and I hope to have them revised and released again soon.
Thanks,
Stormy
 
Books that will no longer be available in any format until further notice:
Call Me Sir
Call Me Sir, Too
Dark Side of the Veil
Monte’s Marines
My Eternal Love
Picture Me Perfect
Sammy Dane
His Dirty Little Secret
Spank Me Once: New Year’s Resolutions
Forbidden Love: My Outlaw
Bite Here: The Vampire’s Assistant
Bite Here, Too: Blood Sacrifice
Flogger’s Holiday Sale: Hot Dom, Cold Sub
 

Monday, July 29, 2013

Retro eBook Release

These titles are offered at a 50% discount for a limited time
 
       
    
 
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Finished & Submitted: Beloved Fate

BELOVED FATE
Hands of Fate 1

Coming Soon

When lightning strikes the road ahead of his limousine, CEO Nikos Papadakos has no idea that the hands of fate are about to change his life forever. Finding a naked man in the middle of the road was odd enough, but the horns and wings took things to a whole new level of crazy. Before he can discover if he’s lost his mind or not, he’s claimed by a creature that insists they are long lost soul-mates.

Yannis was a guardian gargoyle. It was his duty and honor to guard the Temple of Zeus. It was his heartache that he couldn’t seem to find his Beloved. When he finds Nikos, Yannis gives in to his need to claim the man, not understanding until it’s too late that the man he claimed doesn’t believe in the hands of fate—or soul-mates.

When the sisters of fate discover that sorcery has been used to keep two soul-mates apart, they band together with other Gods of Olympus to bring the two men together, but those that fight to keep them apart won’t stop until one of them is dead.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Release Day: Heavenly Scent

HEAVENLY SCENT

Scent of a Mate 3

AVAILABLE NOW!
 
Jude Mason and his identical twin brother are ocelots. In the paranormal world, that means that they are less than everyone else. They are considered abominations, chased from one pride territory to the next, never knowing if someone is going to attack them. When Jude stops off at a local bar to get a glass of milk, he finds the one thing he thought he’d never have—his mate. There’s just one problem…his mate is human and knows nothing of the shifter world.
Tripp Van Buren never imagined he’d fall for a geeky little guy with glasses and a surprising giggle. But after meeting the strange man, he can’t stop thinking about him. It’s almost an obsession. And so is the need to keep Jude protected from everything. When Tripp goes back to the bar for Jude, he discovers a world he never had a clue about—shifters, mates, claiming, mating heat, and a something different about Jude that takes them all by surprise. Tripp knows that if he wants to stay in this odd world with Jude, he’ll need to learn everything he can about it. But will he still want Jude after he learns just how unique Jude really is?
 
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Monday, June 24, 2013

BRAY'S BOUNTY

Bray's Bounty
Wolf Haven 3

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AVAILABLE: Tuesday, June 25th

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

Sentry Bray Buchannan has known who his mate was for over six years. He had to watch as Lany was held prisoner by the Senate, unable to free his mate or even acknowledge the connection between the two of them. Now, if Bray can rescue Lany from the Sentries guarding him and reach Haven before they are caught, there might be a chance at freedom, a chance for the two of them to finally be mates.

Lany has waited forever for Bray to come for him. When he does, the fear of being caught is overshadowed by the simple touch of his mate’s hand. Lany would rather have an hour in the arms of his mate than a lifetime without him. And if they can’t reach Haven in time, he just might get his wish.


STORY EXCERPT
Frigid cold night air numbed his body and heightened his senses to a near hypervigilance. Bray Buchanan lifted his nose into the air and scented the breeze that blew gently through the night.
He carefully scanned the area around him as he moved silently through the forest, going from one tree to another, then to a pile of rocks and some bushes, whatever would hide him as he made his way toward the small cabin off in the distance.
Bray carefully slid around a large outcropping of rocks and pressed his body back against the cold hard stone of the cliff wall. He had learned early on when not to breath, when not to move a single muscle. He could even slow his pulse to almost nonexistent. It enabled him to blend easily with his surroundings.
No one would know he was coming until he was already there.
But someone knew.
Bray could feel it, sense it. There was a presence in the woods tonight, one that Bray believed was waiting for him to move and show himself. Bray almost laughed at the anticipation that sizzled along his skin.
It had been so long since he had faced anyone that had presented him with a true challenge. It was making the game boring. Bray itched to face someone that could truly be a threat—someone who could present him with a real challenge.
His senses had been honed to perfection by years of brutally intense training. Bray could sense the slightest of movements and detect the smallest sound. Scenting the presence of another in the air was child’s play for him.
There.
A tree branch snapped in the brush off to his left. It was a single twig, but it was enough to tell Bray that his pursuer was getting closer. A grin tilted up the side of his mouth as he turned, using his toned muscles to climb effortlessly up the side of the cliff wall he had been pressed against.
Bray moved with a stealth that was belied by his large stature. He moved like a creature not of this world—which made sense as he was not human by any means. He was Loup-Garou, a wolf-shifter.
He was also a Senate Sentry, trained to kill without remorse, to bring those that broke the law to justice, and enforce the rules set down by the Senate. His entire life had been geared toward serving the Loup-Garou Senate—from his training, which began at a very early age, to his mission tonight.
He had learned to live and breathe his duty…until tonight.
Every step he made was measured and sure as he made his way higher up the cliff and then into a small crevice. Bray crouched down low in the rocks and waited. The sun wasn’t due to rise for several more hours.
He could wait.
Patience was something he had learned years ago. He had been sent out on a hundred missions, most were more deadly than this one, but none more important. He would fight with every fiber of his being to stay alive and complete this mission, even if it meant becoming the prey to whatever was hunting him.
The flutter of a leaf became two then three. Then the bushes off to his left moved, and a small figure stepped out onto the edge of the small clearing. Bray stilled as he regarded the dark-haired man, noting the way he lifted his face into the breeze and sniffed at the air.
Omega.
If he had allowed himself movement, his lips would have curled up in a grin. The guy hunting him was good. Bray couldn’t help but admire his abilities as he sniffed the air then smiled, glancing in Bray’s direction. Bray saw the slight curve of an eyebrow and knew that while the man might know which direction he lay in wait, he didn’t know exactly where Bray was located.
Bray slowly lowered his hand, centimeter by centimeter, until he could reach the knife strapped to his thigh. There was going to be a battle. Bray could feel it in his bones. He would have to confront this man before he could continue with his mission.
As he watched the man move effortlessly across the meadow, he couldn’t help but be impressed by him. The guy moved with a grace that spoke of someone well used to their body and what it could do.
He might be a worthy adversary.
Bray slowed his breathing to a mere whisper. He didn’t move a single muscle when the man paused under the small ledge he was perched on. He inhaled slowly, deeply, scenting the air for any others.
The man was alone.
“I know you are here.” The man’s sweet voice rumbled through the night air, and yet it was almost silent at the same time as if he spoke but only to Bray. “I can smell you.”
Despite his rigid control, Bray’s lips twitched with the need to smile. He knew the man could smell him. He had known that for quite some time. But the guy still didn’t know exactly where Bray was hiding.
Bray’s fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife, and then he readied himself to drop down onto the man below. But as he squatted there, watching the smooth way the omega moved as he walked a few more steps, it was as if an unseen hand was keeping him rooted to the spot.
When the man’s head began to turn, Bray’s breath locked in his lungs.
Eyes as white as moonstones zeroed in on him, and a wicked smile turned up the side of the man’s gorgeous face. The tip of one of his canines shone brightly in the moonlight. “My, my, you are a handsome one, aren’t you?”
Pushing himself back into a crouch, Bray schooled his features. “Flattery will get your throat cut, omega.”
The man’s delicate hand reached up and rubbed at his long swan-like throat, but the amusement in his eyes told Bray that he wasn’t in the least bit concerned by the threat. “Come down from there, Sentry, and we’ll see who gets their throat cut.”
Bray snarled as he swung down with practiced ease, raising his knife into the air at the same time. The man was lightning quick. He dodged the attack as Bray landed in a crouch on the hard ground.
Bray’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. The extensive training he had gone through since early childhood kicked in as he leapt toward the man. He moved in a circle, his knife clutched tightly in one hand, watching the omega’s every move.
“Don’t tempt me, omega,” he cautioned. As Bray looked into the man’s milky eyes, he saw the deep hunger and aching need in their white depths. An unfamiliar flutter rippled through his body. “Why are you hunting me? How did you know I was here?”
The man’s eyes turned stormy, almost swirling in different shades of white. His hands fisted at his sides. “This is my territory. Do you really think you can come here and I wouldn’t know?”
Bray gave him a smirk. “Yes.”
The omega bared his teeth. “Try again, Sentry.”
With lightning-fast moves that he didn’t see coming, Bray found himself on his back, his knife knocked away. The breath whooshed from his lungs, but Bray was on his feet again with his knife in hand before the man could do any more than damage his pride.
“You will pay for that, omega,” Bray ground out.
“Hmm,” the omega mused, light amusement lacing his tone as he cocked his dark eyebrow once again. “Foreplay?” 

ADULT EXCERPT
Lany groaned as he woke up and rolled to his side. He ached. His muscles ached. The aches on his muscles ached. But hot damn, he could only grin when he remembered exactly why he ached. After only a week of waking up every morning wrapped in Bray’s arms, Lany couldn’t imagine waking up any place else.
“I can feel you smiling, Lany love.”
Lany rolled onto his back and turned toward the warm body cuddled next to him. He slowly brought his hand up and settled it against the soft skin at Bray’s throat. From there, Lany stroked his hand up until he could touch Bray’s square jaw and chiseled cheekbones.
“I have a good reason to be smiling,” Lany replied through their bond. He inhaled deeply when a rough chuckle rumbled through Bray, shaking his chest. The muscles rippling against Lany’s body quickened his pulse and made his dick hard. 
Someone had once described Bray to Lany as a dark figure of a man, big and powerful, but Lany knew differently. His well-muscled body moved with easy grace. His shoulders were a yard wide. He stood inches above other men.
And yet, Lany knew that he held the man’s life in the palm of his hand. There wasn’t anything Bray wouldn’t do for him. The Senate Sentry had devoted his entire life to Lany’s well-being and happiness, his safety.
“My mate made love to me for hours last night,” Lany whispered reverently as he moved his fingertips over the bristly stubble he could feel on the side of Bray’s face. “He claimed me again and again for everyone to see.”
Lany just wished he could see Bray. Even if the man had been described to him, and Lany had mapped out every inch of Bray’s body, there was a part of him that forever wished that he could really look at his mate.
He understood what the color red was, and even associated it with hot just as he associated blue with cold, and so on. People could explain colors to him until they ran out of breath. That didn’t mean Lany would ever understand them. It was hard to miss what he had never known.
But gunmetal-gray eyes and short-cropped black hair were two colors Lany craved seeing with every fiber of his being. His visions were more like impressions of things that were going to happen or people. They were never the perfect little pictures everyone assumed he had when they learned he had visions.
“I wish I could see you, Bray,” Lany murmured, closing his eyes when he felt tears flood them. He had seen visions of Bray, impressions of who the man was, what type of man he was, but those had all ended when they grew closer. Lany had impressions of what Bray looked like but nothing concrete to base his imagination on.
“Do you know what you would see if you could look into my eyes, Lany love?”
Lany pressed his lips together, shaking his head. He turned his head when he felt Bray cup the side of his face, pressing into the warm callused hand that slid against his skin.
“You’d see me looking back at you,” Bray said. “You’d see how much you mean to me, how happy I am that we’re together at long last, that you are finally my mate.”
Lany laughed instead of giving into the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. “I’ve been your mate for six years,” he insisted.
“True, but now I can tell the entire world that you’re mine. There will be no more sneaking around darkened hallways to get a look at my mate or stealing a kiss when no one is looking. Now, I can kiss you whenever I want to.”
As if to prove his point, Bray claimed his lips in a magnificent kiss filled with passion and desire and a need so great that it singed Lany’s lips. He felt the explosion of heat from Bray’s mouth to his. His body, of its own accord, melted into his mate’s.
Bray’s hands roamed over Lany’s body freely, as if they had been lovers for years instead of just hours, softly caressing him, arousing him, driving him to a fever pitch.Bray took his time, his hands and mouth leisurely mapping Lany’s body.
Lany let his head fall to the side, giving his mate room to claim him again. Bray thrust his cock up into Lany, making him scream as his nails dug into Bray’s shoulders. He knew he was a goner with that large cock shoved in his ass. The man knew exactly what he was doing. There was no doubt about that.
Bray knew how to use it and make Lany scream with pleasure.
Bray dipped down lower and thrust his cock harder into Lany’s ass, making him cling to the man as his damn eyes rolled to the back of his head. Bray powered into Lany, making his ass sore and happy at the same time. Lany wanted to grab his own cock, but was afraid to let go.
“Your body fits mine so perfectly.” Bray’s deep voice rumbled right down through Lany’s body and wrapped around his cock, bringing it to full attention. Oh god, he just might be able to come from that sound alone. “I could stay inside of you forever.”
“Okay,” Lany teased.
It felt good to let go of his worries, even if it was just for this moment. Lany was tired of worrying about what would happen if the Senate caught them. He was tired of constantly watching over his shoulder. He wanted to settle down with his mate.
“Fuck me harder, Bray,” Lany begged as his mate curled his hips, snapping them so hard that Lany cried out, his cock exploding, cum splashing between them.
“Lany!” Bray shouted as came, filling Lany’s ass with his release.
Lany cried out once more when he felt Bray’s fangs sink into the soft skin of his shoulder. The bond between them shuddered and strengthened, renewing itself as they connected again on a soul-deep level.
By the time Bray lifted his head and licked the bite mark closed, Lany felt like a wet noodle. He wasn’t so sure he could handle having sex with Bray a few times a day. The man was going to wear his ass out, literally.