by Sam Hall
He needed this, to take the edge off, so he could regain some control and be the man I knew him to be. One who focussed on what had to be done for the good of the group, not his own needs. I was gratified to hear his gasp as my hand wrapped around the base of his cock, his long drawn out groan was music to my ears as I licked the underside with my tongue. I traced the angry head, placing teasing kisses on the crown. He thrust instinctively, trying to force me to stop playing and swallow him whole. But I held him still, forced him to endure it when my lips parted so, so slowly over the head, stopping to twist and shift, rubbing them all over it. He was panting hard as I worked him in deeper, my tongue flickering like a snake along his rigid length. His hands came to rest so, so softly on my skull, almost a benediction.
“Oh, fuck, Jules….”
“Take pity on the man.”
I felt a hand on my hips, drawing me up to standing, but not dislodging me from Finn’s dick. I glanced back and saw it was Slade.
“Let’s work together, for the benefit of the pack,” he said with a wink, then spread my legs before dropping down between them. I yelped at the first lick along my seam, but he stopped too soon. “You stop, I stop.”
Finn began to hum as I buried his dick in my throat, his fingers a little firmer. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” he started to chant as I worked my mouth up and down his length. He was so hard, so ready, I could almost feel him flex. I gasped as Slade’s lips fastened themselves to my clit, something that had Finn pushing even further still. I gagged a little, tears streaming down my face, but closed my hand tighter around the base so I could control how much I was taking. It all started to blur, Finn’s pleasure, my pleasure, Slade spearing his fingers inside me as he licked furiously until…
Finn’s hips jerked forward as he emptied into my mouth, rope after rope of cum spurting as he sobbed his ecstasy. Slade disengaged, leaving my clit throbbing in the cool air, and he slapped me on the butt.
“Come on, princess. Time to get on your throne and be worshipped.”
“I hate it when you call me princess.”
“I know,” he said, sidling in close, then trailing his fingers through my wetness before licking it off his fingers. “It makes you fuck that much harder.”
“C’mon,” Finn said, taking my hand and then falling down onto the bed, dragging me with him. He shifted until he was half lying against the headboard and I was on him. “We’d all rather fuck, than fight.”
“Speak for yourself,” Slade said, but he dropped down between my open thighs, a hungry look on his face.
As he started to lay kisses against my inner thigh, the others crawled onto the bed. Finn tilted my head back, swallowing down my moans as I felt hands trail all over my body. His lips were like roughened satin, slow and sensuous, as hands traced the sensitive skin of my groin, raked across my ribs, then circled my breasts in ever decreasing circles until closing on my aching nipples.
God, this was less like sex, and more like being swept along on a tide. The sensory overload was intense. Sometimes during sex before I’d come to Sanctuary, I’d wished my boyfriends had had another set of hands. Like my nipples were aching for attention as he went down on me, or I wanted fingers inside me and rubbing either side of my clit. Well, this was something altogether different. Sensations warred, the soft tugging on my clit, the fingers working their way into me, the stinging suction on my nipples, the open mouthed and deep kisses. Pleasure was painstakingly drawn from every square inch of my flesh. I shivered as my mind fought to process each bit individually, but I couldn’t. It was a symphony of sensation, and I was being dragged along with it.
Surrender.
As soon as the word appeared in my mind, I felt myself go limp. This wasn’t about my pleasure or theirs, it was ours. Every single one of my lovers worked together as a team to give me this most amazing experience, and it was my job to enjoy it. My ribs rose up from the bed as the tension grew. Sharp stabs of pleasure flared hard inside me as my skin hummed with the gentler pleasure of touch. When Slade stood, positioning himself between my legs, I moaned, “Yes…”
“Hungry, love?” he said, rubbing his cock along my cunt.
I nodded.
“Open your eyes,” he said. “That’s right, look at me, stay with me.”
Heat warred with something painfully naked as he pushed his cock into me. His brows creased and smoothed, the skin tightening around his eyes, as if somehow that would protect him from what was being said wordlessly.
I could try to dismiss it as just a physical thing, his body intersecting mine, moving faster and faster, increasing that delicious friction we both craved. And yet, as intense as that was, there was so much more. He was giving me all he had. The flex of his jaw as he struggled to keep himself in check, the gorgeous shift and play of muscles in his torso as he moved, the shuddering rasp of his breath, the way he fought to give me his best. I struggled to hold onto his gaze. I wanted to throw myself into the dark, close my eyes where there was only the delicious ache of my clit and the hard thrust of his cock, but I couldn’t. It felt so good, he watched my teeth worry my lip, saw my squirms and thrust harder, pushing us closer and closer…
Until I reached up and pulled him down with me. He was no longer thrusting into me, we were moving together, a multilimbed organism, reaching out for something that was bigger than we were, until we caught it.
I felt his throbs inside me as he came, my own orgasm spiralling along with it. We swallowed each other’s gasps, unable to pull apart even to catch breath, the swell in my chest part emotional, part oxygen deprivation. I didn’t care. It was as if I sought annihilation, as if continuing to operate as a separate organism was somehow an affront to the natural order of things. I cried out when he was pulled from my arms, but it was Brandon who took his place.
I didn’t need to be told this time, I kept my eyes on him as we moved, the sexual act now a series of tiny separations and rejoinings that shook something inside me. “Beautiful girl,” he said, tilting his head, and I saw the glitter in his eyes. The second orgasm caught us both by surprise. It was as if this suspended state of bliss was our natural one, and for it to come to some kind of crescendo was unheard of. He slid regretfully from my arms but then Shaun was next.
He reached out for Brandon, pushing him down between us, so the other man’s tongue flickered over my clit as Shaun shoved himself inside me. His hands went to Brandon’s head and my hand, linking us all. He wore an expression of tormented bliss, his eyes falling almost closed as he moved, but he drew the three of us along with him. A tug on my nipple drew my gaze away, and I saw Aaron bend down and suck it into his mouth. My fingers restively roamed across his close shorn skull. He released it with a pop and growled, “I can’t wait to get inside you.”
He got his chance not long afterwards. Shaun collapsed further down the bed, Brandon pulling away, but not too far when I put my hand on his arm. He smiled and flopped down beside me, placing a couple of quick kisses on my lips.
“You OK, love?” Aaron said.
I turned back to see that mountain of a man place a hand on my hip before moving any closer. I couldn’t miss the tension in his body, his abdomen a wall of rigid muscle, but he paused, checking if I was alright to proceed. I rolled up onto my knees and wound my arms around his neck. For some reason, that sheer mass of muscles made me smile. While he was gentle and considerate, the illusion that he could snap me in two with little effort was kind of sexy. This made the gentleness with which he cupped my face and kissed me all the more special.
I turned when I felt a weight shift behind me, and saw that Finn had joined us. He drew my head back, kissing me before releasing me to Aaron. The two worked together, passing me to and fro until I was half drunk from it all. It began to blur, was I looking into Aaron’s eyes or Finn’s? Who exactly didn’t seem to matter. A warmth rose as I was stroked, growing hotter and hotter until one of them slid inside me. I had given up on eye contact, lying with my head thrown back as they dragged c
ries from me, ragged and torn from my chest, filling the air. This is it, the end, the last one I have in me, I thought. And as if in recognition of that, the pleasure built and built. Past the point of simple bliss, past intensity and ecstasy to something altogether foreign. I should have come a million times by now, and I kind of did. My cunt spasmed, my clit throbbed, but it didn’t end. Nothing resolved, fell away. Rather, my nerve endings laboured on and on, sending wave after wave of heartbreakingly beautiful sensation through me, until this felt less like sex and more like a natural wonder or disaster, completely alien and devastating .
“Mmm…”
The purr was an unfamiliar one so my eyes snapped open. Instead of Aaron or Finn or any of my lovers, the black wolf pumped between my legs, his smile a cruel twist, but his eyes were heavy lidded with lust.
“Oh, no,” he said when I tried to scrabble back. All my new found Tirian strength deserted me as his fingers dug in like iron, holding me in place. The place his fangs had bitten into in my shoulder throbbed in time with my cunt.
I’d like to say that all the lovely feelings brought about by our group lovemaking dissipated, but perhaps in the final betrayal, my body kept responding, now a foreign sensation that ignored my mental and actual screams. Orgasm struck like a million knives, hitting me harder and harder, forcing cries from me until I came no more.
32
The women filed into the meeting room. They were all adults, only women who had experienced their first change were admitted to the council room, though some carried babies on their hips. They took their seats as Kelly moved to take the alpha’s chair.
She waited for quiet, something that came automatically, with the exception of one fussy baby. The alpha smiled as the mother tried to hush the child with a series of jiggles and pats.
“You know why we’re all here. We’ll need to admit the outsider soon, so things need to be clear before Julie takes her place within our numbers. I need to reiterate that it is expected that we all adhere to the agreed path of action.”
Not entirely agreed upon, which became evident. Kelly watched many of the women shift in their seats, turn to those next to them to pass comment. This was the lot of the alpha, to witness the concern and dissension, and then lead the group.
“More outsiders are coming. The scattering times are drawing to an end. One way or another, our peoples are going to become one.” The noise only grew louder, shriller at that. She heard their anger and their fear, and nodded, not speaking until it settled. “This is what our mothers and our mothers’ mothers have prepared us for, since time immemorial. We can do this. We are strong. We can reclaim our ancestral lands, and defeat those who would enslave us, once and for all.”
“Isn’t this a lot to put on one outsider girl?” Janice asked.
Kelly acknowledged that and leaned back against her chair. “It won’t be just one girl. We will all have our role to play, but in the new outsiders, there will be others who’ll play key roles.”
“Who will remain ignorant of their path.”
“I wish there was another way, really I do. But in the end, all we can do is trust the messages the seers left us. May the line remain unbroken.”
“May the line remain unbroken,” the women all repeated.
Acknowledgments
As always, love and appreciation to my partner, Matt. He had to back away from this one, especially when I was writing M/M and multiple partner scenes, but as always, he wholeheartedly supports my creative endeavours, encouraging me to get this out earlier rather than later and asks no questions about why I’m writing pervy stuff.
Editing was done by the lovely Meghan Leigh Daigle. She was able to wrangle my bloody tense shifting habit into a much more readable, grammatically correct form.
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Cover was created by the amazing team at Mibl Art
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Thanks to Katie for reading what I thought was a rubbish story and believing in it. Also to Andrea, Amber and Bekah who took over alpha duties, pointing out errors with an eagle eye. All of your feedback was heartening and invaluable.
Andrea pulled double duty, also beta reading the book, along with Kathryn, Charlotte and Teresa. We’ve had a ton of hysterical, blunt, saucy, intense and incredibly inspiring conversations over the development of this book. All of you are the lifeline this author needs to keep on keeping on!
About the Author
I grew up in that bit of Australia you saw in Crocodile Dundee. Yup, I have seen saltwater crocs in the wild, have held a koala (the 70s, when stressing wildlife for the kiddies was still cool) and have swatted an insane number of hand sized spiders (they think I am their queen and are always wherever I am!). I have a gorgeous child with ASD, a super supportive, truly awesome partner and so, so many animals. Seriously, there are double the pets to people.
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Book Lover 1: Not My Fantasy
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When Ash and her sister inherited their grandmother’s magic shop, they figured they’d be selling crystals and smudge sticks to ageing hippies. Instead, they find themselves dealing with a failing business and a revolving door of tinsel-haired elves and fairy-tale princes.
And that’s not even the weird part.
Cursed in some sort of freakish loop, Ash wakes up every morning next to her sister’s latest book boyfriend, or fangirl crush. Frazzled by her unwanted nocturnal visitors, Ash fights for the focus needed to save the shop from bankruptcy. Then, in walks Gabe. Looking like a biker wet dream, Ash immediately dismisses him as another of her sister’s lusty manifestations. But this hottie is real and may hold the key to saving their business.
Things appear to be looking up, until an inter-dimensional gateway is discovered in the store that allows characters from every multiverse imaginable to cross over. Can the sisters learn how to control the portal before it destroys the line between fact and fiction?
If you love paranormal romance and urban fantasy tropes, but want to have a bit of fun with them sometimes, this is your book. If you watched a lot of bad 80s fantasy with papier-mâché props, noticed all romance guys have massive wangs or checked the back of a wardrobe to see if there was a portal to another realm, this is your book. If you like snarky, sex-positive female characters, this is your book. If you still have a total soft spot for talking animals and really wish you could have one of your own, this is your book.
Book Lover 2: As You Wish
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Tess is over being a sidekick.
After experiencing life as a dragon rider, doing inventory at the shop is a mundane nightmare. Unfortunately, Ash continues to insist she live a normal life, staying safe on their side of the inter-dimensional portal.
Of course, Flea could be a welcome distraction... if he would speak to her. They shared one truly amazing night and then dark-haired hottie popped through an inter-dimensional portal to save her, but now, he barely manages a hello when he comes into the shop.
As if responding to her unspoken need for a little action, dragon riders suddenly appear and demand her presence before their court. What she thought was going to equate to a traffic fine for having an unregistered dragon quickly morphs into a life-or-death journey.
Join Tess and the gang as
they rampage through the land of Aravisia, on a quest to discover the truth behind Nan’s curse!
Book Lover prequel: Read You Like a Book
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Everyone wants to wake up next to a hot book boyfriend, right? Well, not Ash.
Her grandmother has just died and she knows the service tomorrow is going to be a hard one. She has to say goodbye to the one member of her family who always had her back and her mother’s perfumed steamroller tendencies seem to get out of control each time there’s some kind of family emergency.
The last thing she expected was to wake her was the Big Bad Wolf, particularly one as hot as Fenrir Vanguard. Big, muscular and ready to eat her all up, it becomes very difficult for Ash to focus on the fact he thinks she’s his fated mate and a woman called Red. Oh, and the fact he’s the lead character in her sister’s favourite paranormal romance.
What will Ash do with a sexy beast who’s ready to bond with her, promising an eternity of hot paranormal sex and his whole heart? How will Ash break it to those she loves that she has a fictional character who can’t bear to be more then two feet away from her in her life? How will she deal with her own fear of being hurt, by him and by the passing of someone she loved?
In the Lap of the Gods 1: The Bottom Rung
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I may have been born in the Quarter, but I refuse to die here.
I live in the Quarter, the societal cage where all of Cremorne’s paranormals have been locked up, but I’m neither vampire, werewolf nor witch. I’m the lowest of the low, doomed to be one of two things: junkie or vampire’s pet.
