Love Me Hard Boxed Set—Out Now! Fifteen Stories of Sexy Passion and Desire! #EroticRomance #Anthology

Blurb: 

Romance Collections is proud to present these fifteen sexy and scintillating stories of passion, lust and desire. With each pulsating chapter, you will be pulled into these stories that will seduce you with every flip of the page.

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Featuring books by some of today's hottest best selling and award-winning authors, including:  Nicole Morgan, Whitley Cox, Lucy Felthouse, Aeris Lize, Lita Lawson, Jeanne St. James, Alyssa Drake, Marissa Farrar, Christina Rose Andrews, Erica Lynn, EmKay Connor, T.J. Loveless, Molly Alvarado, Celia Fay and Kathleen Lawless.

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Excerpt from Lottery Losers by Lucy Felthouse:

Susie Parmenter let out a heavy sigh and closed her book, then put it down on the table beside her. She closed her eyes and let her head loll back on her shoulders, enjoying the warmth of the summer sunshine on her skin, which was pleasant but not too hot. It wasn’t the book that was boring her—under normal circumstances, she’d have been riveted by the crime fiction novel featuring a hunky lead detective—it was life. Just lately, her world had become so dull, so predictable, that she just couldn’t summon any enthusiasm for anything.

The worst of it was, she couldn’t tell anyone. It was a problem so utterly first world it was embarrassing. Humiliating, even. Admitting her permanent state of apathy would be ridiculous, and she doubted anyone would understand where she was coming from, anyway. After all, how could you possibly tell your friends, your family, your husband, that you were bored out of your damn mind when you had, quite literally, everything? Since winning a lottery jackpot twelve months ago, Susie and her husband, Peter, had had their worlds turned completely upside down.

At first, of course, it had been amazing. They had won more than enough money to live incredibly lavish lifestyles for the remainder of their years—even if they lived to be very old indeed. So, once the cash was safely in the bank, they’d quit their jobs. Then they’d taken off on an incredible round-the-world trip, spending much of their travel time plotting and planning what else they were going to spend their winnings on. By the time they arrived home, they were ready to hire an architect to draw up plans for a custom-build home. Another two weeks later, they’d found and purchased the plot of land, and were talking to builders. Things moved fast—but then, Susie had found that was often the case when large sums of money were involved.

Now their dream home was complete. It was, naturally, stunning. The huge house stood high on a hillside in the Derbyshire countryside, with only a handful of other properties in sight. It was situated so that from one side of the house, you could watch the sun rise in the morning, and from the other, you could watch it set in the evening. There was a covered and heated swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, a sauna, a gym, a home cinema… everything a person could possibly need or want, and then some.

They employed a cleaner and a gardener, so aside from cooking meals three times a day—if they didn’t eat out or order takeaway, that was—there was nothing to do around the house. Susie had moved the furniture umpteen times, which was a novelty at first, given their old house had been so small that every single item had a place that it fitted into—barely, in some cases—and that was that. She now found herself swapping pictures around and tweaking the positions of ornaments on a regular basis, often putting them back where they’d been to start with.

She’d gotten into a routine of using the pool, gym, and sauna every morning, but that still left hours and hours of the day just waiting to be filled.

It was all right for Peter—he might have ditched his job, but these days his time was divided between playing golf, and being involved in a bunch of stuffy business boards. She didn’t really understand what he did at the meetings, if she was honest, but it didn’t matter. What did matter was that, only weeks after moving in to their beautiful new home, Susie’s boredom was at fever pitch. She was climbing the walls. Surely even board meetings were more exciting than this?


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Mistletoe & Menage (MFM) by Elizabeth Raines, Cheryl Brooks, Bethany Michaels, Mellanie Szereto, Niki Hayes #HolidayRomance #Anthology

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Sextet Anthology 5]

Are there visions of sugarplums dancing in your head? Or are you wishing for a package filled with hot, sweet love for Christmas? If so, then be sure to check your stocking for the latest installment of the Sextet Anthologies, Mistletoe & Ménage.

The Sextet elves have been making a list and checking it twice to include something for every taste, whether naughty or nice. They’ve got the man—or men—of your dreams all tied up with ribbons and bows and ready for delivery just in time for your Christmas enjoyment. These guys are guaranteed to jingle your sleigh bells, deck your halls, and take you walking in a winter wonderland of sensuous treats. So, whether you want one, two, or even three sexy Santas beneath your Christmas tree this year, curl up with a cup of steaming hot chocolate and let us fulfill your Christmas wishes like never before!

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Home for Christmas by Elizabeth Raines [M/F/M, contemporary] Childhood friends Jayne Reynolds, Steve Mason, and Matt Wagner were always The Three Musketeers, sharing everything. When the three of them become Yuletide lovers, will the consequences tear apart their lifelong friendship or lead them to a happily ever after for three?

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Angel on Broadway by Cheryl Brooks [M/F/M, contemporary with paranormal elements] 

Still mourning her late husband, Ariel Nathanson is drawn to the music of downtown Nashville. Alexei and Nico Tomaris are two Greek cousins playing in a country band. Alexei has carried a torch for Ariel for years, but Nico found her first. Sharing her isn’t an option—or is it?

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Thrice Upon a Yuletide by Bethany Michaels [M/F/M, historical] 

The best of friends since their youth, Anna, Stephen, and Phillip have always shared everything, including a marriage bed. But when Stephen, Viscount Avonmore, makes a desperate request of his oldest friend on Christmas Eve, the ties between all three lovers begin to fray and they begin to wonder if their unconventional love can weather the approaching storm.

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A Little Elfin Magic by Mellanie Szereto [M/F/M, contemporary, bondage, sex toys] 

When Noelle Merriweather's best friends ask her to play Mrs. Claus, she insists that they dress up too—as elves, complete with tights. Christopher Greene and Nick Slater claim the costumes will give them erectile dysfunction, but will they refuse her offer to test-drive their equipment after the party?

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Two Kisses Under the Mistletoe by Niki Hayes [M/F/M, contemporary] 

Julie Logan hasn’t felt much since her grandmother passed away, but she’s hoping for a Christmas miracle when she returns home to Iris Hills, where she reconnects with her high school friends John and Keith. Can these two sexy men help her find what she’s looking for under the Mistletoe?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance

The Sextet is a Siren-exclusive group.

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HOME FOR CHRISTMAS by Elizabeth Raines

Everything inside her tightened at the thought of having Steve’s erection in her mouth at the same time that Matt fucked her. Her heart was slamming in her chest, and she feared for a moment that she would come again before they even got started. Thinking of mundane things didn’t help much, so she surrendered, drawing Steve’s cock between her lips and swirling her tongue around the mushroom head as she heard Matt ripping open the wrapper and unrolling the condom over his dick.

The gentle prodding of his erection against her cunt made her whimper and suck hard. Steve tugged on her hair, the sting only adding to the sensations ripping through her.

“Jaynie? Honey?” Matt asked, his voice squeaking enough to make her heart smile.

Not wanting to stop the pleasure of blowing Steve, she wiggled her hips and pressed back against Matt, hoping he’d understand that not only did he have her permission, she needed to feel him inside her. A heartbeat later, that enormous cock filled her completely, making her truly happy for the first time in her life.

Her men loved her. She could feel it in every touch, hear it in every word. That thought sent her senses soaring.

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ANGEL ON BROADWAY by Cheryl Brooks

Alexei chuckled. “We’ll let you drive next time, but right now, your teeth are chattering. Better let Nico kiss you and warm you up.”

Nico acted on this suggestion without hesitation. As soon as his lips touched hers, blood rushed to her core, flooding it with heat. Hands that had been chilled and nervous now found solace as her fingers threaded through his thick hair, pulling him closer. Luscious kisses rained down on her face, blazing a path to her neck. Just a few short hours ago, Ariel couldn’t even remember having met this man before, and yet she had no fear of him, no distrust. Arching her neck, she exposed it to him like a vampire’s willing victim.

Only he didn’t bite. A swipe of his tongue marked the beginning of a different path, one that returned him to where he began. Sucking her full lower lip into his mouth, he teased it gently before delving inside to caress her tongue. His hands held her face and then pushed back her hood, allowing his fingers to thread through her hair.

Anxious to learn the contours and textures of his skin, she sought to reach more of it, her fingers finding their way beneath his jacket, touching briefly on the chain around his neck before slipping under his shirt. Need forced her words out in a hoarse whisper. “I want you naked.”

Again, he didn’t hesitate. Stripping off his jacket, he pulled the shirt over his head and then unbuckled his belt. In seconds, his jeans were around his ankles and his stiff cock stood like a sentinel between them. He leaned back against the door with his knees spread wide. His masculine scent drove her mad, and the soft light from the dashboard cast its glow on a nude male form that was nothing short of… “Perfect.”

“Touch me, Ariel,” he begged. “Put your hands all over me.”

He shuddered as her fingertips traced patterns across his chest and arms, skimming down his abdomen until they brushed the slick head of his cock. As she ran a finger over the slit, his muscles contracted, sending more moisture flowing down over the smooth glans. Suddenly, touching wasn’t enough. Bringing a hand to her lips, she licked his salty fluid from her fingertips. “Mmm…you even taste good.”

Nico drew in a ragged breath. “Then suck me—please.”

As she leaned toward his cock, a hand on her back reminded her that she and Nico were not alone. Alexei groaned as his hand slid down over her ass. “You’re making me wish this was July, rather than December. You need to be naked, too.”

Ariel quivered as he cupped the fullest part of her bottom and squeezed. His touch sent tremors of excitement coursing through her clit until it was so tightly engorged it hurt. She unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down to her knees. Pulling up the back of her coat, she knelt on the seat, offering herself to Alexei. “How’s that?”

His startled gasp told her all she needed to know. “Holy shit. You expect me to fuckin’ drive with your gorgeous ass aimed right at me?”

“Uh-huh. Keep your eyes on the road and your left hand on the wheel while I suck the cum out of Nico.” She aimed a wicked grin over her shoulder. “What you do with your right hand is up to you.”

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THRICE UPON A YULETIDE by Bethany Michaels

“God in Heaven,” he breathed. “Come here.”

“And if I do not?” she said, teasing him. It had always been so between them. Love, laughter, companionship, and desire. Always there had been desire. She would hate for anything to cause the easy way between them to change.

“If you do not,” he said, undoing the buttons at the high waist of his trousers, “I will be forced to take matters into my own hands.”

“Perhaps I might like to see such a thing,” Anna said, moving closer.

“Would you?”

She nodded. “Perhaps.”

“You are a naughty wench tonight.”

Getting to her knees before him, Anna watched as Stephen opened his trousers and raised his shirt a bit, revealing his thick, hard cock, already glistening at the tip in evidence of his need for her. He unfastened his braces from the buttons at the top of his trousers and widened the opening so that his cock was framed nicely in the V of dark fabric.

Anna could not take her eyes off his sex.

“Do you see anything you like?” He stroked himself once, root to tip, and Anna felt her body flush with need, rather than embarrassment.

She licked her suddenly dry lips and forced her eyes back to his. “Perhaps.”

He smiled, with love and desire shining from the green depths. “I quite like what I see.”

Anna brought her hands to her bare breasts and massaged, tugging at her nipples until they were hard, sensitive points.

Stephen stroked himself a little faster, his eyes glossy and dark, fixed on her breasts. Anna raised a little and stroked one hand down her ribcage to her belly. She circled her navel with one fingertip, then went lower, her flat palm gliding over her sex.

Sensation exploded between her thighs, causing warmth to flood the lower portion of her belly and spread outward. She groaned and closed her eyes for a brief second before fixing her gaze once again on her husband.

He stroked himself a little faster now, his face flushed and perspiration dotting his brow. “Touch yourself, Anna.”

Needing no encouragement, Anna slid her fingers through the slick heat and into her sex.

“My God,” Stephen breathed, the air hissing between his teeth. “You are amazing.”

Anna moved her fingers in and out of her sex, stroking herself faster. She added a second finger and brought her free hand back to her sensitive nipples. Pressure built deep within her, coiling her muscles tight.

Breathing raggedly, she focused on her own pleasure and on Stephen’s large, sure hands handling his cock, squeezing and stroking himself. Suddenly, her own fingers were not enough.

“I want you inside me, Stephen,” she said, getting to her feet. He slid a little lower on the settee and she climbed atop his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs.

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A LITTLE ELFIN MAGIC by Mellanie Szereto

“Time to suit up.” Tearing off a package, she tossed the rest of the condoms on the end table. She ripped open the one in her hand as she rounded the couch and sank to her knees in front of Nick. Then she rolled on the latex.

As she started to stand, he snagged her lacy thong and dragged it down her incredible legs. “I want you naked, honey. Gotta have a taste of those gorgeous tits.”

Chris couldn’t agree more. He’d seriously considered hiding her overnight bag in the shed to keep her undressed all weekend, and two luscious mounds of flesh meant he and Nick could easily share those parts of her at the same time. “Do you want some help taking that corset-thing off? I’ll be glad to give you a hand.”

Ready to be completely skin-to-skin with her guys, Noelle knelt on the couch, straddling Nick’s legs and leaning forward to lick a drop of leaking fluid from Chris’s slit. His salty, tangy flavor beckoned her to come back for more. “Yes, help.”

His fingers smoothed over her neck and down her shoulder blades to the long line of hooks holding on the body-hugging piece of lingerie. The pressure on her ribs eased as he flicked open one hook after another, but the heaviness in her breasts and the wetness in her pussy increased, especially when Nick brushed aside the lace cups and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Tingles raced to her clit with each pull on the puckered tip.

She moaned against the rock-hard erection tempting her to nibble, lick, and drain it dry. Kissing her way downward, she opened to take a lightly furred ball into her mouth. The musky scent of her own desire mixed with the aroma of aroused males, and she couldn’t resist rubbing her cunt along the crown of Nick’s cock. It teased her entrance, triggering a need to be filled by the only two men she loved.

Surrendering to her body’s wants, she gave Chris’s testicle a last tug of gentle suction before letting go to swallow his length and lower her aching pussy onto Nick. Their simultaneous groans sent a ripple of pleasure through her veins to accompany the tremors from having a beautiful curved dick rubbing her G-spot.

Impatient to give them ultimate sexual satisfaction, she set a frenzied rhythm of in and out. With every forward rock of her hips, Nick glided deep inside her while his tongue fluttered over her nipple. Chris slid to the back of her throat, with his fingers tangling in her hair. A scream built in her chest as both cocks swelled inside her.

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TWO KISSES UNDER THE MISTLETOE by Niki Hayes

His hand urged her legs further apart while she continued licking Keith. John began stroking her clit, while his lips kissed her butt cheeks.

She found it hard to concentrate on Keith with John behind her. His magic fingers quickly stirred a fire within her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus her attention back on Keith’s erection. Her tongue circled the tip of his cock and his body lifted off the bed when she blew a wisp of air over the dripping tip.

Nervous excitement ran rapid through her body as her lips slowly covered the head of Keith’s cock. He lifted his hips up off the mattress, allowing her to take him in fully. Her teeth scraped over his skin, and he hissed.

Feeling Keith’s cock pushing against the back of her throat, she began to suck, tasting more of his fluids with each stroke of her tongue. Her fingers played with his balls, then toyed with his anus while she continued to sucking him.

“Julie. Fuck…”

She swallowed, enjoying every drop that he gave her, only to find herself suddenly on the edge as John’s tongue and fingers latched onto her clit. He licked and sucked and had her panting and shuddering within seconds until she fell upon Keith’s sated body.

“God that was hot,” John whispered in her ear. “But not near as hot as you will be when we’re both inside you.”

Julie was a little surprised by John’s comment, but she trusted both men and wanted to be with them. Once her breathing returned to normal, she took the condoms that Keith handed her. Up on her knees, Julie slowly rolled the first condom on John. He grabbed her hand, grimacing when she gave him a squeeze.

“Fuck, Julie. I’m ready to explode right now. If you touch me like that, I’ll never make it.” His voice was gravelly, and it turned her on even more.

Keith was lying back on the bed, his cock already standing at attention for round two. Julie rolled on the condom and looked at both men, unsure what to do. Keith told her to stay up on her knees, but pulled her down into a kiss while John began probing her anus with his finger and lubricant.

“Just relax, Julie,” Keith whispered when he felt her body tense.

Keith’s hands began to knead her breasts, again distracting her from what John was doing behind her. It was a new sensation of pain and exhilaration that grew even more erotic when he started to slide his finger in and out of her.

Julie wasn’t sure she could support herself as her muscles began to quiver, but when John stopped pushing against her, she suddenly felt empty.

“Just need to reposition,” John whispered.

Keith moved up to his knees, still in front of Julie, and sucked in one of her breasts, twirling the tight nipple with his tongue until she moaned loudly. Julie fell back against John, her arm wrapping around his neck for support as Keith thrust inside her drenched pussy. “Oh…oh…yes…” she cried out.

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Procured by Pia Manning-There Are Few Females And This Male Has Finally Found His Mate #RomanceNovel #Futuristic

[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Science Fiction Romance, M/F, HEA]

Blurb

Will he ever find her? Night after long lonely night, starship commander Dachar despairs over finding his mate. Once he spots beautiful, innocent Anis Warner, Dachar knows he must have her. He'll do anything to claim Anis as his bride, even pay an enormous sum to procure her.

Anis Warner is a woman who knows what she wants. And Commander Dachar is not it. Passionate about building her career, Anis jumps at the chance to enter the 'Study Among the Stars,' or SAS, program. Only problem—SAS is just a way to lure young women to the ship, so they can be mated to an Apochian warrior.

Can Dachar convince Anis that her future lies with him? It won't be easy, for Anis's independent streak isn't the only challenge facing Dachar. A racial purity movement is dead set against Earth brides, and Anis's future mother-in-law is a true believer.

 A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT

Dachar finally found Anis preparing multiple nourishments, or trying to. Various foods decorated the small counter. Some had been nibbled, some almost totally consumed, and a few, set aside from the others, not touched at all. Anis stood with her back to Dachar, considering the next series of buttons to push.

“Maybe if I try this, this, and that one…” she muttered to herself, not realizing Dachar stood behind her, amused.

“If you try the top two, the middle one, and that last on the right, you will make brueschl,” Dachar informed her laughing.

Anis spun around quickly, her cheeks bright red. “Oh! I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I was just going to try a few combinations to see what they did, and I got carried away. I’ll clean all of this up right away.” Anis reached for the closest dishes to begin the clearing process.

“Did you not like these?” Dachar asked, pointing to the plates on the far side of the counter. Dachar laughed as Anis bashfully shook her head no. “I hated that as a child. My creatora made me sit until I had finished all of it. Sometimes I sat for a very long time!”

Smiling a little, Anis replied, “It smells horrible. Like Brussel sprouts. Ugh!” She grimaced.

Not wanting to ruin the lighthearted mood or break this fragile connection, he pointed to a dish. “What about the agath? Did you like it?”

“Oh yes, a lot. Just like spaghetti. I was trying to find the meatball button.”

Chuckling, Dachar asked, “Meatballs? What are meatballs?

“Well, they’re like…” Anis launched into an explanation of meatballs.

More than an hour later, Anis and Dachar, both stuffed and laughing, moved into the living room area. Settling, Dachar invited Anis to sit beside him. Hesitantly, she perched next to him. Tapping a few buttons, he opened the viewing window and lowered the lights. For a moment, Anis sat rigidly, clearly uncomfortable. Once the viewing window opened completely though, she leaned forward eagerly.

Spread before her lay Earth curving gently into space, while white clouds swirled, changing shape as they traversed the planet. Stars twinkled in an inky background tapestry. Anis noticed silvery flashes falling toward Earth.

Placing her hand on Dachar’s arm, she asked breathlessly, “What are those? The silver streaks?”

Afraid to move and ruin the moment, Dachar replied, “They are smaller vessels from Talat. Some are delivering supplies to your planet, others transport people back and forth.” Very slowly, Dachar began rubbing Anis’s back. Without realizing it, she relaxed under his ministrations and leaned back, sighing contentedly. Dachar edged closer, his hand sliding around her shoulder. Anis stiffened.

Unwilling to retreat and lose his hard-fought gains, Dachar quickly asked, “Anis, would you like to see more of the ship? There are any number of places I think you might enjoy. And there are many more opportunities to eat.”

Anis, eyes sparkling, shifted to face Dachar. “Really? We could do that?! Yes! I would love to go!”

“Yes, Anis, I will take you on an excursion. I will enjoy exploring Talat with you.” Dachar looked at the floor as he considered how to explain his concerns. “But,” he began seriously, “you must promise to stay close to me and not wander off somewhere on your own. It would not be safe for you to do that.”

“Ookay, why isn’t it safe? This is a spaceship, right? It’s not like a big city or something—it’s a closed environment. This might sound like a dumb question, but is there crime here?”

“Periodically there are disputes, especially in the merchant area, but that is not what I mean.” Hoping a brief explanation would satisfy Anis, Dachar continued, “The unmated males of all species will be interested in you.”

“Why?”

“I think the drive to find one’s mate is an almost universal imperative. Many worlds have few females. Sometimes just fewer are born, or sometimes it’s the result of disease or war. In many cases, the problem lies with the harsh nature of newly colonized planets—worlds in the early stages of colonization are often harsh places in which to live. The struggle to survive is even more difficult for pregnant women and young children. Later, these males find themselves without mates. So, they search.

“On Talat, no male may approach a mated female. Unmated females are an entirely different question. That is why newly arrived creatrix are seldom found out on their own.”

“So any male whatsoever can grab me and force me to have their babies? That’s barbaric! What if I don’t want to do that? Or want a particular male?” Anis exclaimed, incensed.

Dachar realized he had explained far more than he intended to, but plunged ahead anyway. “A female may, after a suitable time period, be reassigned.”

“Reassigned! To whom? And after what time period? Who decides all that?”

Wishing he had never spoken, Dachar replied, “That is the law, but it rarely happens.” Seeing Anis’s disbelief, Dachar continued, “Males of my planet care very much for their creatrix. They take good care of their mates and try their best to keep them happy and satisfied.”

“How would another man know if I was mated or not? I’d be with you, wouldn’t I?”

“That is why it is so important for you to stay near me. A warrior would never allow his unbonded mate to go about alone. On Vora, my home, there is more freedom to move about unaccompanied, but especially on Talat…so, if you would like to go out, I must have your word that you will stay with me and place yourself in my protection.”

“What would happen if someone didn’t believe we’re really, you know, together?” Anis asked, blushing as she gazed at the floor.

Amused, Dachar considered his answer for a moment, and then gently tilted her chin upward. “Anis, I will fight, and if need be die, to protect you.”

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ADULT EXCERPT

Dachar stepped into the shower and stopped, seeing Anis naked for the first time. Transfixed by her beauty, he could only stare. Long honey-colored silk framed a startled face and flowed over creamy shoulders. Anis’s hands cupped her ripe breasts while plump nipples peeked from between her fingers. The evidence of her sexual arousal, an engorged pink clit, peeped out from between her pussy lips.  “Dachar! I need to get dressed. Please leave—” Anis licked her lips as she gazed at his bulging crotch. Dachar’s cock stiffened and pushed against his uniform as he saw the desire gleaming in her eyes.

Exhaling in frustration, Dachar reached for Anis. Slowly he pulled her to him. Ignoring the fright shining in her eyes, Dachar covered Anis’s mouth with his own. Coaxing and teasing her lips with his tongue, he gained access to her mouth. Sweeping his tongue inside, he moaned softly. Anis arched into Dachar, opening her mouth for his invasion. Dachar plunged his tongue  in and out of her mouth mimicking what he would soon do with his cock. Her creamy skin felt soft and warm as he cupped her firm ass.

Shivers of anticipation flitted along her spine as he squeezed and kneaded the flesh he found there. Dachar skimmed Anis’s throat, lingering in the hollow of her neck, where he nibbled and tasted. He licked and kissed his way to her breast. Covering the raspberry-colored nipple, he pulled it firmly into his mouth. Taking it deeply inside, he rubbed his tongue across the engorged bud, pulling even harder when Anis groaned. Slipping past Anis’s ass, Dachar’s two fingers slid along the crack into the wet opening hidden in her pussy. Bending her backward, Dachar slowly inserted one long, thick finger, penetrating as Anis gasped in surprise. Holding her firmly, he continued to thrust in and out with his finger, waiting for her to adjust to his invasion. He added a second finger, stretching her opening before encountering her virginal barrier. Withdrawing his wet fingers, he found her clit. Using her moisture, he slowly circled the swollen flesh, then slid past it and back into her. Each pass into her vagina brushed against her clit. Mindlessly, Anis threw her head back and groaned as she rubbed her pussy against Dachar’s hand.

“Anis,” he growled. “Now.”

Dachar stripped off his uniform as Anis watched, wide-eyed. Naked, he stood before her, magnificent. Thick, well-muscled arms joined wide shoulders. A powerful core tapered to a slim waist and hips. Long strong thighs framed a thick cock. Anis could not help herself. She stared at Dachar’s cock. The broad expanse of his head had her licking her lips, wondering what it would be like to run her tongue along the length of his shaft and play with him.

Scooping her into his arms, Dachar deposited Anis in the middle of his huge bed. As she struggled to her elbows, Dachar dropped to his knees. Grasping her ankles, he pulled her toward him until her ass stopped at the edge of the bed. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he gripped her hips firmly. Dachar’s eyes held hers as he lowered his head and began to softly kiss her pussy lips. Anis watched, fascinated, as he kissed first one side, then the other. His warm breath made her clit ache and throb, her womb clenching with each brush of his tongue. She cried out as incredible new feelings tumbled through her body.

Dachar circled her clit with his teasing tongue, never quite touching it. Slowly it slipped lower, until he found her pussy. Gently he tickled her opening, inserting just the tip of his tongue into her pussy. Anis gripped his forearms, trying to keep herself from hitting the ceiling. As he pushed deeper inside, her hands found his hair. She twisted the dark strands between her fingers.

“Oh God, Dachar!” Anis cried. And then whispered, “I want, you…oh, I want!”

“What do you want, Anis? Tell me.”

“All of you.  I want all of you,” she moaned.

Dachar rose, Anis’s juices shining on his face. His cock glistened with its own juice. Taking his great cock in his hand, he guided it to Anis’s entrance. Nestling just inside her pussy, Dachar leaned over Anis and thrust forward. Anis felt herself stretching to accommodate him. Pleasure bordering on pain seared her.

Needing to feel him against her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. He groaned as her nipples brushed against his muscled chest. Taking her into his arms, he slowly pushed himself inside her. Encountering her barrier, he hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth with his own. Gathering himself, he plunged past it. He felt Anis shudder and writhe beneath him. Dachar waited for a few moments, allowing her body time to adjust to his size.

Moments later, she relaxed against him and wrapped her legs around his while her body rocked in rhythm with him. Dachar enlarged even more inside Anis, intensifying her pleasure immeasurably. Small ripples and spasms grew ever larger until muscles in her womb and ass clenched. She climaxed, toes curling. Dachar’s thrusts quickened then, until he found his release, hot cum coating her womb’s entrance.

They clung to each other, panting. Dachar kissed Anis softly, brushing silken hair from her face.

“Are we bonded? Is that it? I don’t feel any differently. How does that happen? The bonding, I mean.”

“The bonding process has begun, Anis. In a short while, we will belong only to each other.”

“What does that mean, Dachar?”

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He finished loading their bags into the truck and walked over to her and kissed her. She leaned into the kiss. It was both sweet and sexy, filled with the same passion he showed her the night before. She gave in to it, his heat, scent, and licorice taste. Heat surged through her, setting her nerves on fire. Her nipples puckered against her shirt and her pussy dripped moisture, wetting her panties.

“Mmmm,” Callum said, pulling away with a hiss. “I can taste your arousal.”

“I guess the alpha can wait a while longer,” she replied in between nipping his lips.

They chuckled as they ran inside the house. Stopping in the bedroom, they hurriedly undressed as their mouths hungrily kissed. She reached her hands out and grabbed his shoulders. She leaned onto him as her legs quaked beneath her. She blinked up at him and almost gasped at the glance he directed to her. His gaze was so intense, it glowed. Her skin prickled from her arousal. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. His wolf had power and that was so hot. Her breath shuddered. He kissed her shoulders and her neck, then sucked where he had kissed. Her nipples pebbled because of his touch, while her pussy gushed.

All rippling muscles and hard angles, he was a work of art. Her gaze traveled down his body, toward the stacks of defined muscle covering his abdomen. Her mouth watered at all that tight toned flesh. Her teeth ached to bite into the wall of hard muscle, to nip into the dense flesh.

He took the tip of each of her nipples, suckling them and pulling moans out of her. She fisted her hand around his cock and pumped. His body stiffened as pre-cum coated her fingers. She knelt down and took his cock into her mouth. Thick and long, she ran her mouth up and down its length, savoring his spicy taste.

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Samantha Dixon rescues a wounded wolf shifter in the woods near her home … and unwittingly gets drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse with a murderer. Callum Blake is on the trail of an evil man who would be king of all wolf kind, no matter the cost … it’s up to Callum to stop him. How can Callum fulfill his duty to protect his pack and save the woman who is destined to be his mate?

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Caleb's Avenger by Sydney Lain

Blurb

Laird watched his family die. The tragic event turned him into a man obsessed with revenge. Determined to reach beneath the surface, Caleb tries to learn Laird’s secrets, but he ends up in mess after mess after Laird leaves him in the middle of different disasters. Will Caleb see through Laird’s lies in time to save his life?

Story Excerpt:


He took a deep breath and forced stiff muscles to loosen. He needed to keep a low profile. That reminder helped him focus. Ready to face the stranger head-on, Laird looked up and froze.

None of his thoughts connected to his brain. It was like the bridge was blocked by a handsome face that made all those around him look like sad, wilting weeds. Those strong, chiseled features belonged more on a statue. This stranger was a prime specimen of warrior. Laird’s heart beat faster as his throat became dry. Nerve endings sizzled to life, stirring his cock awake. He swallowed. No one had ever elicited such a response from him.

“How about we go somewhere and talk about your hobby?” Mixed within the words was a promise for something more than a conversation.

Standing on the street and being shocked by the turn of events almost had Laird nodding, then following behind the warrior like some pet shop whore. The confusion wore off and he remembered the reason he was waiting.

“No. I don’t go anywhere with strangers.” This time he forced a glare. Laird just needed to keep reminding both of them that they were nothing more than strangers.

The stranger nodded in approval, which only annoyed him more. Like he needed this man’s approval for anything, but that’s not what bothered him. Laird had liked receiving it. How long had it been since someone complimented him?

“I’m Lieutenant Caleb Crestforth, the Defiant’s first officer.” He held out a hand. “And you are?”

The hand edged closer. He cringed back, acting like the approaching arm was a flaming torch that wanted to set his body on fire.

“Someone not interested in exchanging names with you.” His response met another of Caleb’s nods of approval.

“Good. Not a pushover.” Caleb gave him a half smile.

Now he was even more annoyed, not something he thought possible. “Look here. Others might appreciate your approval, but not me.”

Muscles flexed before Caleb folded both arms over his chest. Laird took a step back and waited for the fist, ready to drop to the ground to avoid it before running away.

“You think I’m going to hit you?”

He rolled his eyes. “I put nothing past you, stranger.” He let the word stranger roll slowly off his tongue. Laird might know this man’s name, but that wasn’t enough to make him anything more than a stranger.
Just before Caleb could reply, heavy footsteps stopped him.

“We found you.”

Laird froze. He recognized the cruelty without having to see the man’s face. He’d been so preoccupied with Caleb that he forgot to watch for the real bad guys. Three men approached from behind, and with Caleb blocking his front, Laird felt trapped.

This was all Caleb’s fault. He shook the blame away. Thinking like that wouldn’t help him. Besides, this stranger was a warrior and most likely Warsarian. Unlike Laird, if it came down to a fight, Caleb could take care of himself. Warsarians had a reputation of cold ruthlessness. They were the deadliest warriors in the universe. That gave him a wicked idea, but his survival always came first. He had two important reasons to get out of this mess alive and, hopefully, unharmed.

“Boss, they found us,” Laird said as he turned to face Caleb. He batted his eyelashes at the Warsarian. The shocked expression on the warrior’s face made him a little more devilish. He gave the warrior a mischievous wink before turning to the men that worked for Taurus.

“Go away before my boss”—not sure if the men were as stupid as all of Taurus’s lackeys, he pointed his thumb at the man behind him—“Caleb Crestforth gets angry. You don’t want to see him angry,” he warned, knowing full well that these men would be drawn in by his words and not chased away by the threat of death. Some people had no survival skills. Caleb was a fierce warrior. His mere physical appearance would’ve sent smart men running away.

The men stared at his “boss.” Their eyes narrowed as they ignored him and surrounded Caleb. Laird took a step back and placed Caleb between him and his would-be attackers. Men this stupid couldn’t see the dangerous warrior ready to rip heads off. Laird slowly backed away. He never wanted to face Caleb’s anger, and right now, he was the only one that Caleb should be angry with. Rather than wait for the warrior to figure that out, Laird continued backing up.

“What are you planning?” Caleb asked.

He gave Caleb a sad smile, but the warrior only had eyes for the threat looming closer. Laird liked the handsome, overfriendly stranger, but Caleb needed to learn not to talk to strangers. The world was full of men that would screw a man over like he’d just done.

“I’ll head back to our ship.” Then he added a larger nail to Caleb’s coffin. “The Defiant has everything onboard. Take your time and play.”

Caleb turned briefly to glare at him, but Laird wasn’t sure what made the warrior angrier. It could’ve been the way Laird tossed him to Taurus’s goons without explaining the situation, or perhaps it was giving away the name of Caleb’s ship.

Since the Warsarians had arrived with the Elvarian king, warships floated in space, orbiting above the atmosphere, and docked on the planet. Taurus’s men would look for the Defiant, but they had to search through a lot of areas to find it. If their attackers managed to escape, they’d go after Caleb’s ship. No matter the outcome, these men would spend more time trying to get the better of each other while Laird focused on fixing his ship and destroying Taurus.

Laird slowly backed up. He met Caleb’s glare and smiled. He mouthed the words thank you. The warrior rolled his eyes and nodded. Caleb wasn’t angry. He seemed to want him far away from the fighting. Now, he wanted to stay. Under normal circumstances, he might have done just that, but his two reasons for getting away were more important than anyone or anything else. As Laird turned the corner, Caleb, strong and magnificent, readied for battle. Taurus’s men didn’t stand a chance.


Adult Excerpt: 

“What are you feeling?” Caleb asked.

When he looked up, the warrior’s eyes had turned from warm honey to the color of blood. “I’m not feeling anything,” Laird said. The lie tasted like lemon juice on his tongue.

Caleb arched an eyebrow. “So if I were to lean in, what would you do?”

Caleb moved closer. Laird found it hard to breathe. He turned his head and Caleb pressed his nose against Laird’s neck.

“Do you like this?”

Caleb’s warm breath tickled his skin. Then lips pressed into the crook of his neck.

“You have a lifemate,” Laird said, trying to remind his brain why this couldn’t go any further. “You’re not free to pursue more.” While Laird wanted to spend his nights getting to know the warrior, his heart would get too attached. The attraction sizzled between them. He needed to sever the bond before it ripped out his heart.

“Yes, I do have a lifemate.” Large hands pushed back his hair. “The color is beautiful, almost white, and so soft.”

The gentleness in Caleb’s tone seemed so alien coming from such a strong man. His heart thumped painfully inside of his chest.

“The moment I saw you on the street, I needed to know more. When I got closer, I knew that you were mine.”

Laird froze. It couldn’t be true? He shook his head, refusing to let the dream grow into something real.

“Ask?” Caleb’s voice lost a little of the gentleness. The commanding tone forced Laird to look into the warrior’s blood-red eyes.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No. If I’m wrong, I don’t want to know.”

“What if you’re right?”

Laird shook his head. “Can’t take that chance.”

“Yes, you can. Now, ask.”

He was helpless against Caleb’s intensity. “Who is your lifemate?”

Caleb’s hands pressed into the sides of his face, holding it still. “You are, Laird. I protect what’s mine. No one will ever hurt you.”

Caleb leaned closer. Their lips touched and Laird forgot how to breathe. The warmth penetrated him and he felt it down to his toes. Just when Laird thought he would never find his way back, the lips were gone. He groaned out a weak protest, but before he could voice his objection, Caleb was pushing him back toward the bed. Laird went like an eager student ready to learn everything he could about the warrior that walked into his life and gave him hope.

Hands pulled off his loose tunic.

“I want your clothes off.”

Laird nodded in agreement. Skin-to-skin was what they both needed.

“I want you so bad my cock aches for relief,” Caleb admitted.

“Then there’s no problem. I want you deep inside, opening my ass up, and filling me.” Laird was being brazen, considering he wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. Oh, his body wanted to be claimed, but he still had unfinished business on Elvarian. Until Taurus paid, he couldn’t be selfish. But it was only one night. Before he second guessed his decision, Laird’s back landed on the bed. Then Caleb was on top of him.

The warrior’s weight was a comfort that left Laird longing for more. He wrapped his arms around Caleb’s neck and pulled the warrior closer. Warmth nibbled along his ear and Laird was panting. His arms landed at his side on the mattress. Fingers moved down his chest, rubbing at his nipples. He threw back his head and tried to suck in air. Breathing had become nearly impossible.

“That’s it. Show me how much you like to be touched.” Caleb’s voice had Laird arching off the bed. “For days, you’ve wanted this. Every morning, I smelled your desire.” Caleb pressed his lips to Laird’s neck before moving up to his ear and whispering, “I’m going to ride your ass and drown on your moans.”

He let out a low groan and a whispered, “Please.” He needed Caleb like he needed air. He rubbed his fingers over hard muscles and purred in delight. This man was all power, and he belonged to Laird.
As if sensing his thoughts, Caleb’s teeth bit lightly down on his chest. It hurt a little and brought Laird back down.

“If we do this, you will be mine. Not for one night, but forever.”

A part of him hoped that was true, but the cynical part knew forever didn’t exist. People died, betrayed, and left him. Still, no one had ever made him feel this wanted. Not trusting his voice, he nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. Caleb’s red eyes demanded a verbal response.

“Yes, please.” He felt his skin darken. When Caleb chuckled, Laird relaxed. Fingers ripped at his pants, and he heard the fabric tearing at the seams.

“Now, I’m going to have to walk the corridors flashing my naked ass.”

Caleb growled and he shivered in response. That sound would have frightened him coming from anyone else, but this was Caleb above him. His cock jerked at the possessive tone, as it demanded to be owned. Little bumps danced across his skin as his body readied for more.

“‘Lifemate’ means you’re mine. I’m the only one that will see your naked ass.” Caleb’s hands slid beneath him. Fingers grabbed his ass and squeezed before pulling him onto the warrior’s lap. Those fingers continued to knead his rear, turning him on even more. Caleb pulled both cheeks apart. Cool air danced across his opening. Then a finger rubbed against the sensitive entrance.

“I’m going to be in here soon, claiming you.”

That’s what Laird was hoping for. He nibbled on his bottom lip as Caleb pulled him closer. He lay against his mate’s chest while still straddling Caleb’s muscular thighs. One of them was overdressed, and it wasn’t him.

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Stefan's Scandal, A Historical Menage Romance by Josie Dennis

[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois, M/M/F, HEA]

Blurb

Scandal has dogged Stefan Hawk, Viscount Constantine, all of his life. He learns his father was the late Earl of Hawksfell and is warmly welcomed by his brother, the new earl. He finds another brother and the family he never knew he wanted.

Madeline Crowley wants excitement in her life. More than that, she wants the love and passion her brother and cousin Millicent have found. When she goes to Hawksfell Manor she finds all that and more with the newest Hawk and handsome footman Hugh Stanhope. Though untried, she wants them both.

Hugh was forced to trade on his looks in London before becoming first footman at Hawksfell. He doesn’t want to lose his position and tries to fight his attraction to both Stefan and Madeline, but the three of them ignite.

Will they find the strength to risk everything to be together? Or will scandal rear its head and pull them apart?

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STORY EXCERPT

Madeline Crowley pouted as she held in an exasperated gasp. Talk at the dinner table was excruciatingly boring tonight, but she shouldn’t be surprised. Crowley Park wasn’t known for its animation these days. Not since her brother Michael and their third cousin Millicent went on that fateful drive through Yorkshire last summer. They’d found adventure and romance, something sorely lacking here in Scarborough. She missed them both most keenly.

Her mother droned on about an upcoming assembly to their guests, the reverend and his wife, but she only paid the conversation scant attention. Balls and assemblies in the village were very dull indeed, despite the fact that her mother was eager to marry her off. She was only twenty-one, for goodness’s sake! Millicent had been given far more leeway regarding a husband hunt, but then again her future had been all but set in stone. Madeline was not that fortunate.

“Michael and Millicent will not attend, of course,” her mother said.

“What is that?” Madeline asked, at last drawn out of her thoughts.

Her mother sighed, patting her golden curls so like Madeline’s and Michael’s. “Your brother and Millicent, Madeline. They will no doubt stay in Yorkshire with Millicent’s earl. It won’t do to have talk bandied about.”

Madeline nodded absently, her mind already on Millicent’s husband, the mysterious and enigmatic Earl of Hawksfell. She’d heard tales, of course, from the servants when they thought she wasn’t within hearing. That was one benefit of living in a large estate house, the opportunity to eavesdrop and overhear the most delicious tales. And oh, these were quite delicious indeed.

Dark tales of the handsome Hawks’ unrelenting urges. Stories of the earl prowling his ancestral manor on the gloomy moors as he demanded his pleasure from his well-paid and eager staff. She stifled a shiver as she imagined what Millicent must feel with all of that masculine attention focused squarely on her now. She had both the earl’s passions and Michael’s devotion.

“How fortunate for Millie,” she murmured.

Her mother gasped. “Really, Madeline! Your brother was affianced to Millicent. People are still talking about her defection to Yorkshire! She had no business straying from her destined course.”

“Her destined course to marry Michael and keep her money in the family?” Madeline countered. “Really, Mother. She had the right to marry where she wished.”

Her mother eyed their guests, who pretended to study their coffee cups very closely.

“And what of Michael?” Her mother harrumphed. Her eyes, a much cooler blue than hers and Michael’s, rounded. “Why does he stay in Yorkshire with the both of them?”

Madeline could wager an answer, but she feared her guess would turn her mother’s blonde curls quite white. She could only imagine what their guests’ reactions would be. As talk continued at the table she pondered just what kept her brother in Yorkshire.

She’d witnessed the passion between her brother and Millie one night last spring, when they’d thought her abed. True, it had been just the once, and she hadn’t seen much, but she’d heard her brother make sounds she’d never heard before. And hadn’t Millie looked quite pleased with herself the morning they’d left for their fateful drive into Yorkshire? Passion like that didn’t fade away. In fact, perhaps Millie…Her head spun as the most illicit images filled her mind.

“No, that can’t be!” she gasped aloud.

“What is that, Madeline?” her mother asked.

The reverend and his wife both gaped at her.

“Your face has gone quite pale, dear,” the reverend said.

In a flash, heat suffused her cheeks and she knew that condition had changed.

“It’s nothing,” Madeline rushed out, waving her hand. “Please, do not attend me.”

“Are you ill?” her mother asked.

“No, no.” She came to her feet. “I am a bit tired, however. Would you all excuse me?”

The reverend and his wife nodded vigorously, making sounds of sympathy as they stared up at her. Her mother, however, narrowed those Crowley blue eyes on her. Dipping her head, Madeline hurried from the room and into the very library where she’d witnessed Michael and Millie’s love secondhand. She could run and hide in her rooms, but even her gothic novels held little appeal tonight. Her heart was just too jittery to let her mind settle.

She sat herself at the little desk set near the fireside, staring at the settee where Millie and Michael had their rendezvous. Her chin resting in her hand, drumming her fingers against her cheek, she wondered about passion, like she did every day of her dreary life here at Crowley Park. She longed to feel a touch of the heat she’d seen that night.

No young men in the village, or in London for that matter, held her eye for more than a moment. Was she destined to end on the shelf or to marry a man who failed to rouse as much as her temperature, all for the sake of keeping more talk away from the lauded Crowley family?

She had to get away, but it was the dead of winter. Her mother would never agree to go to London for the little season in any event. The woman abhorred the city when it was clogged with soot and ice. Well, there was no way on God’s green earth that Madeline could wait until Easter to get out of Scarborough. If she didn’t find a way, she would just bust!

Snapping her fingers, she brightened. She would appeal to the one man who never failed her. She opened the center drawer and withdrew some paper, then grabbed a pen from atop the desk. She would write to her devoted big brother, Michael.

Her pen scratched swiftly over the paper as she wrote her entreaty. Her brother and his Millie would take her in at Hawksfell Manor. They just had to. She was nervous about meeting the dark earl, but no matter. Like a heroine in one of her beloved novels, she would seek romance and adventure on the moors, and perhaps find her own adventure in the process.



ADULT EXCERPT


Hugh nodded, his eyes focused on Madeline’s cunt. He breathed in as he came close and Stefan knew the scent he relished. Madeline’s sweetness. Joining them on the bed, he came up and kissed her neck, her throat. Hugh must have been very good with that lovely mouth of his, for she was soon writhing and mewling with pleasure. Stefan closed his mouth over one of her nipples again, sucking and nibbling as Hugh brought her closer and closer to climax.

“Oh, my!” she cried. “I’ve never imagined…Yes!”

He teased both her nipples now, licking and tweaking as Hugh skillfully ate her. She came hard, bucking in his hold as Hugh moaned his own delight. Breathing heavily, Hugh came up and kissed her.

“So sweet, Madeline,” he said.

Stefan couldn’t wait another moment. He came up on his knees and unfastened his trousers. “I have to fuck you, Maddie.”

She slid her clouded gaze in his direction and nodded. “Mmm, yes.”

Once his pants were thrown to the floor, Stefan covered her. Her pussy was hot, wet from her juices and Hugh’s kisses. His cock’s head brushed over her swollen flesh as he held himself up on his hands. “You feel incredible.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hugh standing close to the bed now. His trousers were open and he caught a glimpse of Hugh’s pretty cock. Hugh fisted his hand around himself as Stefan began to sink into Madeline.

Her maidenhead was a thin barrier that couldn’t force his retreat tonight. No. Tonight he plunged in deep. She was tight and perfect and he began to move faster.

“Stefan!” she cried, grabbing onto his arms.

“Am I hurting you?” he managed to ask between thrusts. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“N–no,” she said, her head thrashing to the side. “It’s…Oh, it’s heaven!”

To his surprise she grew even tighter around him. He squeezed his eyes shut at the added dimension of pleasure and heard her cries of completion as if from far away. His blood pounded in his ears as he lost the battle with his own release. He’d meant to pull out of her but he couldn’t keep himself from holding her close as he poured his seed into her.

“My God.” He collapsed to one side of her. “Forgive me, sweet. I meant to withdraw.”

“No matter,” she sighed. “I’m certain I’m safe.”

He couldn’t question her on the matter. There was nothing he wanted to discuss less than her last monthly bleeding. Nodding, he reluctantly pulled away and kissed her.

“You are amazing, Maddie.”

“The sight of the two of you,” Hugh said with a moan. “I’m about to burst.”

Stefan came up on his knees again and wrapped his fingers around Hugh’s thick shaft. Watching Madeline eye him with keen interest, he closed his mouth over the head of Hugh’s cock. He seldom gave a man pleasure this way, preferring a quick fuck as he jerked his partner to completion. He’d been sucked often enough, however, by maids and serving girls and grooms and footmen. To taste Hugh’s passion just moments after riding Maddie to his own? It was beyond anything he could imagine.

Hugh tossed his head back as he moved ever so slightly back and forth. Stefan grasped his very firm buttocks and squeezed as he sucked with more vigor. He dipped a finger into Hugh’s ass and was rewarded with a low moan.

“Oh, my,” he heard Madeline gasp. “Hugh. Stefan. Oh, the two of you…”

Stefan pulled back, leaning to allow her full view of Hugh’s ready cock. “Lick him, Maddie.”

Her mouth fell open and Stefan felt his own lusts stir again.

“I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Hugh fisted his hands in his own hair. “My God, I’m so close.”

Stefan gave the head of Hugh’s cock a long, slow lick which earned an anguished groan from him. Winking up at him, he turned to Madeline. “Come, sweet. Use that beautiful mouth of yours.”

She came up on her knees and wriggled closer. Stefan held Hugh’s shaft, stroking gently to ratchet up the pleasure, as Madeline’s sweet little pink tongue flicked over the cockhead.

“Ah!” Hugh shivered and groaned.

Stefan chuckled and brought his mouth to where she was licking gently and maddeningly. “Deep, Maddie.”

He kissed her, then closed his mouth around the head. Hugh was close. Madeline squeezed closer and took over when Stefan withdrew. Together they took turns sucking and licking until Hugh was trembling. Again and again Stefan plunged his tongue into Madeline’s mouth before running it up and down Hugh’s cock. She must have learned quickly, because she was holding him and moving her head rapidly as she engulfed the head again. Another first for Stefan, loving a man with a woman. Their tastes mingled and he’d never tasted anything so delicious.

“Come, Hugh,” he rasped, licking down around the base. “Come into Maddie’s pretty mouth.”

He saw Madeline’s eyes widen, then fill with heat.

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