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Here’s a fresh new excerpt to get you revved up 😉
Tempted by Her Trinity
Lucien seethed, self-hatred mixing with disgust and anguish, creating an awfully lethal concoction stirring inside him. Zandra pulled herself off the sofa and came to stand in front of him, toe-to- toe, her eyes brimming with sympathy.
I don’t deserve your pity, sweetheart. You have no idea just who you keep company with.
“I know,” Zandra whispered, pressing a hand flat against his chest. Her eyes narrowed with sadness. “I know loyalty that deep.”
“Do you?” Lucien loosened his fingers from the wineglass to keep from shattering the crystal. “Who is lucky enough to have earned your loyalty?”
“Someone who saved my life a long time ago. A man who took me into his care when I was certain I would die. He nursed me back to health and I’ve been loyal to him ever since.”
Tor came up behind Zandra. The shift in his brother’s demeanor helped him shed the putrid emotions long enough to realize what Zandra might be implying. His gut rolled unnaturally at the mention of another man holding precedence in this woman’s life. Lucien sure as hell may not deserve her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want her. Oh, he wanted her. Bad enough he would gladly tell her anything she wanted to know about him.
“If your loyalty is with another man, what are you doin’ here with us?” Tor asked.
Zandra looked at him over her shoulder, a crease between her brows. “There are males and females, Tor. One sex or the other. A man saved my life and for that, I am forever grateful. My loyalty is not of any romantic element. I have always considered him a father.” She laughed softly. “If a female had been the one to save me, I would possess the same degree of loyalty for her as I have for the man. I owe him my life, and I protect him with everything I have.”
“What happened?” Lucien asked, taking the edge off his voice. He raised a hand to her hair and slid down the silky strands, over the slender slope of her shoulder, down her arm, and came to rest against her hand. Her fingers folded between his on her own accord.
“A lover’s jealousy is not a pleasant beast to face. My lover did not approve of me speaking with other men in fear of losing me. One night, he decided that he would make certain I would never leave him, and almost succeeded. He stabbed me numerous times and left me for dead.”
Anger welled, pushing his canines down from his gums and squeezing a hiss from his lungs. Tor’s arm slinked around her waist as he drew up against her back, holding her tight. Zandra’s head rested against his brother’s chest.
“Who is this person who harmed you?” Lucien growled. Zandra lifted their locked hand and pressed a finger to his lips.
“It happened a long time ago, Lucien. He was dealt with.”
“Does that have anything to do with your refusal for an exchange?” Tor asked. Lucien didn’t miss the dark threat in his tone. This revelation struck them both intense and without warning. They may have only met this woman, but Lucien wasn’t about to toss the alien emotions aside.
“In a sense, maybe. I’ve never allowed myself to get close to anyone after that,” Zandra confessed. “I protect what is mine in hopes that one day, I can trust a man enough to give him myself without fear.”
A piece of Lucien’s soul cracked, and for the first time in decades, peace filtered through his eternal darkness. He and his brothers crossed paths with a woman who they believed would be a fun night, but with each hour of having her around, Lucien began to wonder if their meeting was purely coincidental or if something more powerful was at work.
Tor handed Lucien his glass and Lucien twisted, placing them on the table. He relieved Zandra of hers before gently pressing his fingertips to her breast. Her flesh was warm and soft. The beat of her heart was quick but steady, a reassuring pace that made him yearn for a beat of his own.
“Stay with us, Zandra,” Tor murmured, kissing the top of her head. Her lips parted, her lashes fluttering closed. Lucien dipped his head and dragged his lips over her cheek. “For as long as you can.”
“I can’t make any promises,” Zandra cooed.
“No promises needed, sweetheart,” Lucien whispered against her ear. “A simple request.” He wanted a promise, but knew better than to ask. They all knew at some point, this rendezvous would end. Giving up everything to relocate to one central place for the sake of a woman was not ideal. Why couldn’t it be? “To enjoy the company we may keep during our stay.”
Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging his head up enough to come level with her face. The smallest of smiles touched the corners of her mouth. “I would be honored to remain as long as I can.”
With Christmas quickly approaching, I figured I’d love to give one winner an early Christmas present. The contest is simple. All you have to do is share one special holiday tradition in the comments and you’ll be entered to win $15.00 Strandbucks to buy yourself a few books on your wish list at Siren-Bookstrand!
Contest will run through Christmas Eve (9:59 pm EST so I can choose a winner before midnight), and the winner will have a present from Santa for Christmas Day.
I’ll start. No, I’m not eligible for the prize 😉
One special holiday tradition we share in my family is watching Polar Express while enjoying hot chocolate. My husband and I first saw the movie in the theaters, despite the not-so-good reviews we read in the papers and online. We LOVED it! It was a different kind of movie, not filled with talk and action, but lent a wonderful experience and excitement in a subtle way. I don’t think there is anything I didn’t like about the movie. Sure, the characters didn’t have names. Sure, it wasn’t a musical like most children’s movies. Sure, it had a quirky sense of humor. To me, the fact that it was different made it special.
I bought it as soon as it came out on DVD. My son (who is now 9 and still loves the movie) and I watched it, and I’ve turned it into a tradition, something special my husband and I can share with our children. That same year, Santa brought my son a Lionel Polar Express train, and it goes up under the tree year after year (we’d do my grandfather good, a man who loved his planes, trains, and automobiles, and collected Lionel trains). This year was the first year my daughter watched it and is enamored by it. Previously, she’s been too young, but she loves it so much it’s on all the time. “Chocolate” has become a very common request, as well as “choo-choo train” and “elf”.
But this is what the holidays are all about. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanza, or any holiday, it’s about making memories that last a lifetime, and that can continue from generation to generation.
Here are some pictures of our Polar Express train 🙂
What a wonderful way to get this weekend started. Mandy’s Homebound Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 2 is now available at www.bookstrand.com/mandys-homebound-cowboys
Looking for a great way to kick back and relax, maybe heat up things a bit? Here’s a brand new excerpt to whet your appetite 😉
“It’s getting cool,” Mandy murmured, not wanting to move away
from the heat of Craig’s body. She felt leaden and complacent. Her
breasts reacted to the gentle friction Craig caused. Her pussy stirred in
the lazy pre-arousal state that often occurred when she spent time
alone with him. “I’m gonna get my jacket.”
She stumbled back, smoothing the skirt of her dress down from
the rumpled mess it had become from rubbing against Craig’s legs.
She swayed the short walk to the truck, all the while feeling Craig’s
gaze burning into her. The fiery trail scoured her as she leaned into
the truck and grabbed her jacket. Summer was brutal, but the nights
were cooling off a bit, leaving a chill in the air.
When she turned, she was surprised to see Craig standing a few
feet from her. Tentatively, she tucked her rebellious curls behind her
ear and tried her damnedest to force the sudden lump in her throat to
keep movin’ south. The hunger she sensed pulsed off him in
He moved closer. It didn’t matter what she tried to tell herself
about their friend-based relationship. Craig was scorching her with
that heady gaze of his, as he had been doing for years. A short glance
below his belt left her dizzy and her mind rolling while her body
acutely reacted. Like a switch, he turned her so far on, her startling
fantasy of jumping him and fucking him mad in this field didn’t seem
“That kiss, Amanda.” Craig stepped into her, his fingers sinking
into her hair and cupping the back of her head. “I’ve been wantin’ to
do that for years, but going to school in Arizona with you here…it
wouldn’t have been fair to you.”
Mandy tried to find her breath, but air only filled her lungs
partway. Despite the unusually clean night air, she found it hard to
breathe, hard to think, and so damn easy to imagine. Thank you, beer.
“What changed now?” she asked, her voice hoarse and sensual.
Her body hummed like the nighttime insects all around them. Her
pussy grew wet and tingly. Her clit pulsed a familiar rhythm that
called for more than clothed bodies and kisses.
“Time’s too short to fuck around. I’m a semester away from my
master’s, and then I plan to return to Ryder for good.”
“And the rodeo?”
“I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want to give it up, but I can
arrange to have you travel with me. If you don’t like it after a season,
then I’ll give up rodeoin’ and focus on the farm and the ranch.” He
tipped her head, bringing his mouth a breath away from hers. “I want
you so damn bad it’s been near killin’ me to stay away all this time.”
His words had no time to sink in before his mouth claimed her
with a hunger that lit her on fire from lips to mind to toes. He
controlled the kiss with each possessing sweep of his tongue,
plundering her mouth and feeding her breath. There was a tinge of
desperation behind the hunger, something dark and brooding and
quickly forgotten when his arm slinked around her waist and tugged
her flush to him.
Mandy moaned, delighting in the solid frame of his body against
her own soft dips and curves. His hands moved over her, exploring
her with no resistance, his kiss deep and desperate. His palms slid
down her side and curled around her ass. She moaned, and her arms
wrapped around his neck, and her fingers tangled in his soft hair,
feeding into his kisses until the very air she breathed came from his
He hoisted her up with a soft groan, fitting the hard bulge in his
jeans against her wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as
her back hit the side of the truck, forcing him tight against her.
“Amanda,” he whispered, cupping her head between his hands
and finally unleashing his restrained hunger. His hips rocked into her,
and she whimpered, the rough friction releasing a series of tremors
that threatened to rip her apart.
“I want you, too, Craig,” she whispered between possessive
plunges of their tongues. “I want you.”
* * * *
Craig held nothing back. He’d restrained his true feelings for
Amanda far too long to warrant caution tonight. He wanted her, all of
her, and he’d forever be thanking god if she wanted him in return. His
emotions were on the fritz, his only salvation coming from the sparse
time he spent with Amanda. She helped him clear his thoughts,
making one thing frighteningly clear. He loved this woman and would
not risk losing her for any schooling or rodeo.
The flavor of beer still lingered in her mouth, igniting a throb in
his jaw and a pounding ache in his cock. She tasted great. He bunched
up the skirt of her dress and pulled it over her head, tearing her mouth
away from his for a brutal moment.
She didn’t allow him the chance to soak in the sight of her flesh,
those wicked hips of hers rocking against his, the hot center of her
body sliding up and down his hard cock. She clawed his shirt up his
back and stripped it off his body, casting it aside.
When she arched against him, the warm, soft curves of her body
caressing the feverish flesh of his chest and stomach, he groaned,
grabbing her ass in his hands and spinning her away from the truck.
The swells of her breasts rubbed over his pecs, her quiet moans
echoing each slight movement.
Craig stumbled through the knee-high grass, blinded by the heady
desire flowing through their hungry kisses. Her hands splayed over
his back and trekked on either side of his spine, molding over every
small crevice in his muscles and each vertebrae of his spine, spears of
raw heat jolting in the wake of her path.
His toes hit the pads with the sleeping bags. Carefully, he knelt
down and settled back on his heels, coasting his hands along the
smooth planes of her back. His fingers tangled up in her hair, bringing
his hands around to cup her face. He eased back, delighting in stealing
nibbles from her bottom lip. His breaths came sharp and shallow, the
throb in his cock resonating through his body. Amanda’s hands
gripped his shoulders, her legs tightening around his waist as she sat
firmly against his dick. Her supple breasts rose and fell rapidly, her
pants expelling from her parted and swollen lips.
Her shoulders shrugged as she leaned closer to him. The soft,
sweet fragrance from the silky strands of her hair filled his nostrils,
laced with the underlying hint of her arousal. Even in the darkness lit
only by the dazzling display of stars and a half moon hanging in the
sky, he felt the heat radiating from her skin and saw the deepening
color that painted her cheeks.
“Craig,” she whispered.
Happy Sunday everyone!
Tomorrow is the exciting release day for Wild Mates: Dark Moon Redemption, BML 4. For those of you who’ve been waiting for Jordan’s story, it’s almost here! It is available for pre-order at Siren (www.bookstrand.com/wild-mates-dark-moon-redemption), and will be available for 15% off the original price. Don’t miss out!
In anticipation for WM’s release, I’m going to give away one copy (e-book) of Wild Mates tomorrow 🙂 Here’s the contest: Leave a comment to this blog post by noon EST tomorrow, February 25th, telling me what you love to read in a paranormal romance. Are you looking for sweet, happy love, or something a little more gritty and hard to earn?
I would love to hear from you if you’ve read any of the previous BML books (if you haven’t, it will NOT affect your chances of winning 🙂 ). Which was your favorite story? Why?
So I leave you with a brand new excerpt from Wild Mates, just a small taste of the battle Jordan faces between the evil inside him and the woman who he blames for it.
I look forward to hearing from everyone!
“May I use the bathroom?” she asked, the hyper-timid tone of her
voice pulling him up short. He took a drink of his beer and cast her a
masked glance over his shoulder. Her fingers knotted against her lap.
Her eyes fluttered toward him and just as quickly lowered to the floor.
He gave her credit. She knew how to play submissive very well.
“You haven’t been home all day,” she reminded quietly.
Jordan let out an exasperated sigh and turned to her. He eyed her,
banishing the urge to release her from the constraints. Cautiously, he
allowed his nudging wolf the chance to brush alongside hers for a
better understanding of her game. To his disappointment, he sensed
no deception. Instead, an unexpected tinge of innocence flowed
through her spirit. He narrowed his eyes on her, curiosity rooting deep
in his soul.
He crossed the room, drawing out the key to the padlock. After
separating the collar from the chain, he motioned to the bathroom.
Lilia ducked her head as she passed him.
“Door open,” he growled when she began to close it. Her gaze
lifted to him, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He arched a
brow, lifting the beer to his lips. “You stole modesty from your
victims. You deserve none here.”
He didn’t take his eyes off her, making a point that he watched
every damn move she made, until she lowered herself to the toilet.
Even in his state of turmoil, he couldn’t bring himself to invade every
aspect of Lilia’s privacy.
Turning away, he began picking up tufts of foam and tossing them
onto the mattress, trying to ignore the faint throb haunting his cock.
The longer he ignored the attraction to his enemy, the calmer the beast
“I can help you clean up,” Lilia offered, stepping into the room.
Jordan flashed her a perturbed glance and pointed to the chain on the
wall. Lilia frowned. “I’m not going to try to escape.”
“I don’t want your help.” Jordan swept an arm across the room.
“This is what your help created.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the corner, making
quick work of securing her with the chain leash. Her stomach growled
as she lowered herself to her knees on the scrap of a blanket he
must’ve cast aside during the night.
Jordan kicked the roll toward her with the toe of his boot and went
about cleaning up the mess of his room.
“There are more wolves roaming the forest. They’re ruined
wolves, dangerous and feral. Eva didn’t finish reprogramming them.
They’re broken. They have no control. All they know is the hunt, the
bloodlust that consumes them until it’s slaked.”
Jordan tucked the splintered pieces of wood into the gaping
mattress, giving into his wolf’s curiosity about Lilia’s claim. He,
however, wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of lending her an ounce of
his physical attention, despite the growing desires churning in his gut.
He scented her musk, the subtle hints of her arousal after her acute
perusal of his backside. Her fucking wolf slinked closer to his, her
head bowed in submission. She knew her alpha and knew her place
with him. What disturbed him most was the reaction his spirit had to
His wolf coaxed her closer, offering her the comfort he did not
want to give her in physical form. When that damn beast reared up,
jowls pulled back from sharp white teeth, Lilia’s wolf quivered but
did not back down.
The spiritual standoff shook his thoughts.
“I’m not sure what Eva did to them,” she continued, her words
heavy with concern. “These are different than the originals. They’re
uncontrollable, which makes them extremely dangerous. Eva wanted
them to hunt the whites, but I think these will hunt anything.”
Jordan rested his beer bottle on the floor and gathered the fan
motor with its dangling wires and broken blades. He shoved it deep
into the mattress with a grunt.
“My sister has deceived me in the past. I wouldn’t be surprised if
she was creating a new breed of were.”
There was an edge to her words, a tension that made his wolf
bristle in response to the beast threatening Lilia. Everything in this
moment wound together, making little sense to him but causing an
unnerving reaction within his soul. He stopped himself from turning
and giving her his full attention, jamming more foam between the
“I wish you would speak with me,” Lilia said quietly.
Jordan scowled silently to himself. Yeah, he wanted to say a few
things to her, things that he had no right to say after everything she
caused for him and Kasa. He wanted to acknowledge her arousal,
slake his own hunger, and forget the past.
Lifting the mattress onto its side, ensuring none of his deeply
packed contents came loose, he slid the mattress through the doorway,
lending the only sounds to the room other than her breathing and the
occasional rattle of her chain leash.
Jordan didn’t spare her a glance on his way out. He feared his own
sanity would be lost if he looked upon her pitiful expression. These
short stints in her presence wore on him more than the war with the
beast. His wolf recognized a sign so primitive that even he couldn’t
deny it, but he would.
He plucked out the two bundles of rope he’d bought earlier and
turned his attention away from the tumultuous thoughts long enough
to haul the mattress into the bed of his truck and tie it down.
There would be plenty of time to wage a new war between wolf
I’m hard at work finishing up the last little details on CC 2 and hopefully will have it in this evening. Yay! The exciting news is that Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys, Casanova Cowboys 1 is due out January 28th from Siren (www.bookstrand.com/lexis-untamed-cowboys). It is available for pre-order, and there’s a 15% discount from now until February 4th (don’t miss out!). What better way to steam up pre-Valentine’s Day than with hot cowboys lovin’ a hot city gal in a hot menage romance? Umm, I’ll take some of that snow over here! Need something to keep the temperature down 🙂
I do not have a release date for Wild Hunts at this time, but will let you know as soon as I do.
And here, a brand new excerpt from Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys!
Lexi’s Untamed Cowboys
She lowered her gaze from Brent, trying to figure out the best way
to word her next nagging thought. “Um, how did you and Travis…”
“Ah, that.” Brent chuckled, a deep, husky sound that rippled
through her body and strummed her aroused core.
“Travis was under the impression I struck something in you last
night, but if you two are…well, you know—”
He pressed a finger to her lips, quieting her with a soft “shh.”
“You caught his attention when he picked you up off the side of
the road. First time I heard him piqued since we started our
relationship.” His hand smoothed back her bangs and cupped the back
of her head. Her heart stammered as he angled her face up to his.
“The moment I laid eyes on you, I could see why.”
“I would never have guessed that either of you held that type of
interest. You’re both so…masculine. You certainly have your pick of
“Doll, we’re as masculine as they come. Our relationship is not a
typical one. Nor is it a public matter. Miss Bess may have a suspicion,
but we try to be caught with a woman in town every now and again.
Most women are after Travis’s name and money. Me? I’m a bit jaded
when it comes to the fairer sex.”
Lexi’s hopes suddenly fell flat. “Oh. Is it about that time again?
I’d make an easy fling, being that I’ll be leaving when my car’s
Brent’s eyes narrowed on her. His face hovered a few inches over
hers, those kissable lips of his drawn taut. “Now what would make
you think you’d be a fling? I wouldn’t indulge in stories, and certainly
not my private life, if I wanted a fling.”
“The timing of the comment had me wondering.” She tamped
down the foolishness that rose heat in her face.
“If I were to kiss you, would the timing be off?” The hand resting
against her lower back slid to her ass and cupped one of her cheeks.
“Because I’ve been wantin’ to taste that mouth of yours since dinner
A split second passed before she felt the heat of Brent’s lips brush
against hers. The tease of a kiss tugged every cord in her body tight as
wire, vibrating in her womb. She slung her arms around his neck,
pressed her body flush to his, and opened her mouth to his kiss.
Brent explored her mouth with slow, lazy sweeps of his tongue.
He kissed away the soft moan that rolled up her throat, filling her with
the masculine, hot taste of him. She drank in the subtle flavor of
sweetness as the strength in his kiss consumed her mind.
Her body reacted like a set of fireworks lit in concession with
each other. She arched into him, pressing her heavy breasts against
the hard planes of his chest. The whisper of friction against her
nipples sent a spray of tingles straight to her clit. Moisture filled her
pussy, the warm itch spreading from her labia to her lower gut.
Pressing up on her toes, she tilted her hips, seeking a semblance of
relief in his cock bulge.
The skirt around her thighs bunched. Brent’s rough, callused palm
slid against her skin, a deep, rumbling groan escaping him to resonate
in her chest. His hand was strong, masculine, the hand of a capable
man. The unsteady release of his breath gave away his tenuous
control, his fingers splaying along her thigh, drawing closer to the
hem of her panties.
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Wild Nights, Blood Moon Legacy
Ayasha White knows she is different, even for a wolf. When a fire burns her house to the ground, killing her uncle, she flees to Wolf Creek and into the arms of Lenox Carter. Her body awakens with passion and her wolf spirit rises in the presence of her mate. But Lenox holds disturbing knowledge of her past and a cold truth about her other mate.
Riley Tormel, Lenox’s friend-turned-foe, leads the rebel pack hot on Ayasha’s tail. He won’t stop until she’s dead. When she unleashes a powerful surge of emotions within him, he’s left questioning his motives and unable to shake a foreign desire to protect her.
Time is running out. Ayasha’s life lies in Riley’s unpredictable hand. Can she and Lenox convince Riley his place is with them? Or will the untamed rebel wolf rejoin forces with his pack and hunt them to the death in the wild night?
At last, the rift of tension dissipated around them. Lust, and the fiery desires that coiled deep within her womb, engulfed her once more. She dipped her head and licked him, slowly drawing her tongue from the crease between his staff and his sac straight up to the tip of his crown. He sucked in a sharp breath. Salty sweetness lingered over her tongue, and she purred with the pleasure of his taste. She followed the same path once more before she swirled her tongue over his crown.
Lenox squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks until a cool breath of air slid over her nether region. She gently pumped Riley’s cock with her fist, lapping at the underside of his shaft. He twitched and seeped beneath her assault, pleasing her as she pleased him. She drew his wide head into her mouth. She took as much of him as she could. His crown hit the back of her throat, and she moaned at the taste of him, the fullness of him in her mouth.
Lenox slid his fingers along the cleft of her ass. They glided with ease, and in their path, cold moisture lingered that made her cream.
“We’ve agreed to share,” Riley added, his voice strained. Aya pumped him with even strokes, pulling back until she nearly crested his tip, then sucking him back in. He tried to thrust deeper, but she held him down with her fist around the base of his cock. She rolled his heavy sac in her other hand. Oh, how she delighted at the sensation of his velvety skin molding and shifting beneath her touch. “Starting tonight… Fuck, Aya, stop. I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Aya chuckled, the hum causing him to arch into her mouth.
When Lenox eased a finger into her rear entrance, she gasped. Her head snapped up, and she tried to pull away, but he held her around the waist and continued his slow probe of her rear entrance. Riley straightened onto his knees and lifted her chin to meet his gaze.
“We’re gonna start fresh, remember?” he cooed. Aya locked her arms around his neck for support and closed her eyes as she absorbed the unusual sensation of Lenox’s finger in her nether hole. The gentle invasion was soon accompanied by a more pleasant stroke to her clit. She dropped her head to Riley’s shoulder and sighed. “We’re putting aside the past and building a future from this moment on.”
“She’s tight,” Lenox growled. Aya tilted her hips to gain better friction against her clit. Riley left a trail of kisses down her neck. “Ayasha, love, relax.”
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy this tremendously,” Riley assured. He reclined, pulling Aya over him. Lenox guided her hips over Riley’s. She glanced up at Riley’s handsome face through heavy-lidded eyes and relaxed. His cock slid through her sopping pussy until his crown came to rest against her vagina. She lowered herself to take him into her body. Lenox caught her before she slid too far down his dick.
Aya hung in a maddening limbo, aching to be filled by Riley, throbbing for release, when a new sensation struck her. Lenox ran the head of his cock along the slit of her ass, tantalizing her nerves. She clenched down on Riley and watched him stiffen beneath her.
“Oh, my…” she purred. “This is torture. You must do something.”
“I’ll be gentle,” Lenox murmured. His cock pressed against her tight rear entrance. Aya’s first instinct was to pull down, but instead, she was surprised by her own curiosity. She arched into Riley, spreading herself more for Lenox, and pressed back onto his penis. With excruciating slowness, Lenox slid into her as he and Riley guided her down Riley’s dick. Lenox’s weight pressed against her back, forcing her flush against Riley. Her lost wolf whipped his hands up to her head and crushed his mouth against hers.
Aya swam in the hunger of Riley’s kiss, the fullness invading her cunt and ass, and the erotic strokes of pleasure that accompanied each gentle motion. Lenox’s cock slid with ease, filling her rear with his thickness. He held a steady pace that taunted her swollen nub with each rock over Riley.
Riley plundered her mouth with his tongue, and she found breath from his lungs. The man filled her chest with his essence, her body with his cock, and her spirit with completion.
Lenox’s mouth hovered over the nape of her neck, his hot breath splaying over her cool skin. One of his hands cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between two fingers. He tugged, the spears of pleasure shooting straight down to her clit. Her pussy was so wet, so twisted with the need for release that the slightest brushes made her tremble. Her womb coiled and thrummed. The sensation of being filled completely by two men, the stretching and friction, consumed her. Her skin zinged with sensitivity. Each light touch, each loving stroke, each caress, it threatened to undo her.
Her moan drew a growl from Riley. He thrust his hips up. The sudden motion of him filling her to the hilt sparked the break of her coils. She rocked over him, seeking the last bit of friction she needed. Lenox held still inside her rear, his swollen erection pressing into Riley’s shaft.
Her arms buckled, and she fell on top of Riley. Her body quivered with a blinding ache that thumped hard in her womb.
“Too much, little wolf?” Riley groaned. She barely shook her head before Lenox’s arms encased her and pulled her straight up. She whimpered as Riley’s fullness left her. She dropped her head back on Lenox’s shoulder and moaned her delight as he assaulted her throat with hungry kisses and light scrapes of his teeth.
“I think so. Perhaps we should stop?” Lenox teased. He kneaded the mounds of her breasts, keeping her sitting on his dick. There was no pain with his intrusion, only a new, heightened pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.