The Better to Eat You With: Urban Fairytales, Book 2

by Lena Matthews

  Daniel shot the older woman a quick glance. She didn’t look any sicker than he did, but Yvonne had a soft spot for her grandmother and Daniel was learning to live with it. Slowly. “You want me to swing by and pick you up when I’m done with work?”

  “No, I’ll walk home.”

  Daniel frowned. “It’s a little chilly out there.”

  “I have my shawl. I’ll be fine.” Yvonne gave him a squeeze of reassurance.

  “Uh-huh.” Daniel dropped a kiss on his wife’s upturned lips. “Stick to the path, honey.”

  Yvonne rolled her eyes at the overused order. “I know.”

  “You know we worry.” Just as he knew she’d take whatever trail she wanted. Six months hadn’t turned their stubborn wildcat into a kitten, but Daniel was learning to live with that as well. “Love you, baby,” he said softly before heading toward the door.

  “Love you too,” she called after him.

  Daniel waited until he cleared the café completely and was next to his SUV before he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called Ezekiel. It took three rings before his friend picked up.

  “’Lo.”

  “In the mood to go for a run?” Daniel opened the door and climbed inside.

  There was a brief pause before Ezekiel replied. “She’s taking a walk?”

  “Yep.”

  “Did you tell her to stay on the path?”

  “Of course.” As if Ezekiel even had to ask.

  “Think she’s going to do it?”

  Knowing their wife as he did the answer was easy. “Not a chance.”

  “Crap.” Ezekiel’s dismayed tone made Daniel chuckle. “Fine, I’m going to change so I can follow her, but I swear if she goes off the trail even one step, when she finally makes it home, I’m going to spank her ass.”

  That was what Daniel was counting on. “See you at home.”

  “Bye.”

  Smiling, Daniel hung up the phone. Maybe having Yvonne’s grandmother around wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

  About the Author

  Lena Matthews spends her days dreaming about handsome heroes and her nights with her own personal hero. Married to her college sweetheart, she is the proud mother of two beautiful daughters, two evil dogs, and a mess of ants that she can't seem to get rid of.

  When not writing she can be found reading, watching movies, lifting up the cushions on the couch to look for batteries for the remote control and plotting different ways to bring Buffy back on the air.

  You can contact Lena through her website: www.lenamatthews.com.

  Look for these titles by Lena Matthews

  Now Available:

  Joker’s Wild

  Call Me

  Three Nights

  Stripped Bare

  The Wedding Dress

  Something Borrowed, Something Blue

  Head Over Heels

  You Can Leave Your Hat On

  Double the firepower, triple the heat…

  Light My Fire

  © 2010 Jodi Redford

  Aiden Fortune’s orders are clear: Find the woman, claim her as a sexual sacrifice—and share her with his horndog twin brother. Distasteful as it is, the Drakoni council insists the ancient custom be honored. Or Aiden will be banished.

  One glance at Dana Cooper, and Aiden is thrown into the dragon version of a tailspin. Claim her? Hell, yes, he’ll claim her. Problem is, she has no idea her father signed away her destiny at birth.

  Dana has dated enough whack-a-doodles to fill an insane asylum. Two gorgeous men claiming to be dragons? Par for the course. Until they give her a tantalizing glimpse of their inner beasts, which makes her think she’s the one headed for a padded cell—for actually considering their offer of the hottest sex of her life, for life.

  Her resistance melts away under the onslaught of two men who pack enough heat to set off smoke alarms in a six-block radius. Especially when she realizes she’s falling for Aiden. But with a town full of dragon hunters and an enemy lurking in the shadows, surviving a week of Aiden and Jace’s double-teaming will be the least of her problems…

  Warning: Contains two smokin’ hot dragons and their not-so-unwilling sacrifice. A few wardrobe malfunctions and inappropriate use of paintbrushes. You might want to have your local fire department on speed dial.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Light My Fire:

  Aiden sank behind her onto the sleeping bag, the nylon material whispering a sensuous sigh. His radiant heat reached her before his skin did. Pressing his chest against her back, he branded her with all that toasty warmth, coaxing a purr of pleasure from deep in her throat. His fingers wrapped in her hair—not exactly gentle but also not rough to the point of pain—and tipped her head back. She caught the briefest flash of fire in his irises before his mouth claimed hers in a hot, possessive kiss.

  She’d sensed the beast lurking within Aiden, but he’d always kept it in check. This time the dragon would not be denied and made its presence known. She felt its dominance, its mastery, in the hands holding her hostage. In the tongue plundering her mouth. And she loved it.

  Dear God, how she loved it.

  Writhing against Aiden, she bit at his bottom lip, a strange desperation clawing at her to please both man and beast. He groaned, and giddy triumph raced through her. Their tongues rasped together, a marked contrast to the soft flicker Jace was employing on her nipple. Friction taunted every pleasure point in her body. Even Aiden’s thigh and the crotch of her jeans did their part to add to the torment, forcing her damp panties to ride against her clit, making her squirm.

  Emboldened by the fever lust rocketing through her veins, she groped around blindly until she encountered their rock-hard erections. She stroked the velvet-sheathed steel of the twin shafts, earning a guttural groan from Aiden and Jace. Her fingertips swirled over the silky heads of their cocks and encountered the pre-come weeping from both slits. Taking advantage of the natural lubricant, she slicked up and down their lengths, pumping faster. Almost in unison, they clamped onto her wrists, halting her. She groaned in frustration.

  “Patience, baby.” Ducking his head, Jace traced the bow of her mouth with his tongue. “I want to watch my brother sink balls-deep into your sweet pussy while you suck me.”

  Aiden’s harsh inhale ruffled her hair and she felt the rapid thud of his heartbeat against her shoulder blade. Both were strong indications that he not only liked Jace’s suggestion, he was fully on board with making it happen. But was she?

  Her clit throbbed in anticipation. Guess that answers that question. Reluctantly, she released their cocks. “I—” She struggled to moisten her suddenly dry mouth. “I want that too.”

  Jace’s eyes darkened and Aiden’s heartbeat pounded faster against her skin. She reached for the button on her jeans but Jace brushed her clumsy fingers aside. His tongue parted her lips, delving inside while he freed the button and eased her jeans down her hips. She scooted onto her rump so he could remove her tennis shoes and pull her pants the rest of the way off. Aiden leaned over her. Feathering a lock of her hair aside, he kissed her with exquisite tenderness as Jace slowly dragged her panties down her legs. Jace’s finger dipped inside her and she gasped, arching her back.

  “So wet and tight. You are one lucky bastard, bro.” Jace crooked his finger, hitting her G spot while his thumb brushed over her swollen clit. A strangled cry lodged in her throat and she clutched frantically at Aiden’s bulging biceps. Lifting his head, Aiden revealed a face flushed dark with determination and passion. A muscle twitching in his jaw, he glanced at Jace. Without verbalizing a single word, Jace ducked beneath the edge of the sleeping bag and picked up a small foil packet. He flipped it toward Aiden.

  She stared at the condom wrapper before glaring at Jace. “Presumptuous much?”

  He hitched his shoulder with a chuckle. “More like hopeful.” Grasping her hands, he helped her up, not quite distracting her from the sound of foil ripping behind her. She imagined Aiden smoothing the condom over his co
ck. Imagined that thick cock sliding deep inside her pulsing core. Her breath quickened.

  Jace sat back on his haunches and stroked his erection, reminding her that he was the proud owner of a very nice package of his own. She licked her lips.

  “Sweetness, you giving me a preview of what you can do with that tongue?”

  She gave a coquettish bat of her lashes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He leaned forward and nibbled her bottom lip. She paid him back by capturing his tongue and sucking it between her teeth, providing a mock demonstration of what she had in store for him. A drawn-out moan that was too sexy for words shuddered from Jace. They broke the kiss and he stared at her. “Damn.”

  Poking a finger in the center of one of Jace’s sculpted pecs, she scooted him backwards. “I need a little working room here, fella.”

  He happily complied and she dropped onto all fours. For a moment she suffered a bout of self-consciousness about giving Aiden a bird’s-eye view of her generously proportioned butt. Oh, hell with it. Pushing her female insecurities aside, she contemplated the gorgeous cock bobbing in front of her face. Using only the tip of her tongue, she traced the prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft. Aiden had seemed to really like it when she did that to him, so odds were good that Jace would too. Reaching the mushroom-shaped cap, she delicately licked the glistening drop pearling from the slit. Jace’s abdomen quivered and tensed.

  Oh yeah, he most definitely liked it.

  She took Jace all the way into her mouth, the fat knob of his dick hitting the back of her throat just as Aiden eased two fingers into her. The sensation was so unexpected and breathtakingly good that she inhaled hard and almost choked on Jace.

  “You okay, sweetness?”

  She barely registered Jace’s concerned tone. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the fingers stretching her open, making her ready. Wet, succulent noises came from her pussy, verifying that she was more than ready for everything Aiden had to give her. She pushed backward, mindlessly riding his hand, wishing it was the thickness of his cock filling her instead. Sliding her mouth off Jace, she sent Aiden a desperate stare over her shoulder. “Please. I—I need you to—” She swallowed, trying to focus, trying to shove the words past her lips. “To take me. Now.”

  Aiden’s eyes glowed with an intense blue fire. Growling, he fisted his cock and rubbed its latex-sheathed head against her slit. He skimmed along her labia and prodded her sensitized clit. Her entire body jolted at the contact. “Ooh.”

  Jace cupped her jaw, bringing her attention back to his waiting erection. Disoriented, she bobbed at him and missed. Steadying her, he guided his shaft past her lips. He tasted wonderful, musky with a slight salty tang from the pre-come flowing freely, but all she could think of was Aiden and his wicked taunting.

  Panting, desperate and needy for the first thrust she knew was coming, she waited.

  And waited.

  Impatient, she reached for Aiden. His fingers cuffed her wrists, holding her immobilized. The sense of powerlessness sent a shock of excitement careening through her. Aiden nudged at her opening again, this time with obvious intent. The delirious grunts coming from her throat probably should have embarrassed the hell out of her. Thank God she was too blindsided by lust to care.

  Aiden’s furnace-like heat blanketed her back, his tongue tracing each vertebrae of her upper spine as his cock teased her slippery folds. His lips reached her shoulder and his teeth grazed her skin. A love bite to mark his territory? He released one hand and briefly danced his fingers across her clit before he eased inside her in agonizingly slow increments. She bucked wildly and he canted his hips back, denying her silent plea. The bastard was bound and determined to drive her insane.

  In sharp contrast to Aiden’s leisurely conquering of her body, Jace’s movements sped up, the silky gland of his cock tunneling toward the back of her throat. On his retreat, she lightly scraped her teeth over the plump head.

  A hiss broke from Jace. “Fuck. Sweetness, you’re killing me.”

  She hummed around Jace and he jerked in response. He tightened his hold on her hair, his grip sending a tiny sting through her scalp before his fingers flexed and relaxed. Aiden chose that moment to thrust the final few inches of his shaft into her, filling her completely on one languorous glide.

  Oh God.

  Animal attraction is the essence of their power.

  Shifters’ Captive

  © 2009 Bonnie Dee

  Magical Ménages, Book 1

  Waitress Sherrie Stolz never thought she’d need her chatting-up skills to play along with a hot, sexy kidnapper who rants about were-animals and psychic possession. Then he proves his story by changing into a wolf before her eyes.

  Human contact never interested John Walker, but his mission is desperate. The pack seer insists Sherrie is the only one who can save his pack from a rash of mysterious comas. His connection with Sherrie is instant, powerful and beyond rational explanation…until a third piece of the puzzle enters the picture.

  Grant Perron follows his instincts only to find his prize in the hands of his rival. He’s poised for battle—until he learns his panther shifter clan suffers the same fate as John’s pack. And there’s more. When the three of them touch, the primal, erotic power surge swells like the waves of an earthquake.

  Sherrie’s hands—and bed—are suddenly full, figuring out how to manage two snarling alpha males without giving in to the urge to knock their heads together. And channel her new-found power before a villain uses it to destroy them all…

  Warning: Contains abduction, m/f/m ménage, oral & anal sex, rough sex, wilderness sex, astral projection sex and plain old sex in the bedroom—times three.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Shifters’ Captive:

  “We’re trapped.” Sherrie stated the obvious as she craned her neck to look up the wall of rock. Somewhere at the top was the cave where their nemesis lived. Was this avalanche a coincidence or had he meant to kill or capture them?

  John moved around the perimeter, pacing the limits of their enclosure. Perron got to his feet, tossing the bloodied T-shirt aside and scaled a pile of stony rubble. He attempted to climb over the boulder that had nearly crushed him.

  “Damn it!” he roared in frustration as he fell back and landed on his feet.

  “I told you rushing into this was a bad idea,” John said. “Now we’re trapped. I’m sure it’s no accident.”

  Grant scowled and started to take off his shirt. “You can stand here and complain about being stuck. I’m shifting and finding a way out.”

  Without another word, Walker followed his example, quickly stripping. Once again their bodies rippled. Charged static electricity lifted Sherrie’s hair and made her arms prickle. Suddenly, she longed fiercely to be able to shift too. Into what form she had no clue, but the idea of releasing the primitive animal inside her to howl and run was deeply seductive.

  She pressed back against the stone as the two wild beasts ranged around the pen in a similar way to their human counterparts. The wolf nosed the ground and whined as he searched for a break in the rock pile big enough to squeeze through. The big cat gathered its weight and sprang with a powerful thrust of his hind legs, but the leap carried him only halfway up the boulders. His nails scrabbled on stone before he fell back into the debris with a howl of rage, tail lashing.

  There’s no way out, but feed me their energies and I’ll release you. The voice sounded in Sherrie’s head as clearly as if she wore headphones. She clapped her hands to her ears. It was one thing to receive silent communications in a dream, but shocking in her waking life.

  Join me, and together we can have limitless power.

  Get out of my mind! She shook her head, clearing it of the seductive haze that had settled over her like morning mist. She was beginning to understand how this guy worked—a chance meeting, mesmerizing eye contact and next thing he was inside your mind, manipulating it. Well, she was too strong to give
in to that.

  Besides, her animal companions were starting to squabble. Perron brushed past Walker in his furious pacing to and fro, and the wolf bared his teeth and growled. In response, the giant cat roared. The pair faced off, hackles raised, their bodies tensed to attack.

  “Hey!” Sherrie shouted. “Stop it!”

  They ignored her and continued to stalk in a circle around each other, gazes locked together. John’s menacing growl rumbled louder. Grant’s ears were laid flat. He hissed and sprang at John, his huge body bowling him over. They wrapped around each other, teeth flashing, claws ripping, tumbling over and over. The wolf managed to grip the cat’s throat and pin him for a moment, but a heartbeat later, the much bigger panther was on top.

  “Shit!” Sherrie could see John was going to get the worst of it since Grant outweighed him and had razor sharp cat-claws. She scooped up a rock and threw it at the fighting animals. It didn’t slow them down. They continued to bite and claw at each other with a ferocious noise that made gooseflesh rise on her skin.

  Sherrie picked up a larger rock and heaved it at the panther’s head. It crashed into his shoulder and knocked him sideways. The panther released his opponent and turned toward her, showing sharp fangs. Her heart pounded. At that moment, she was terrified for her life. These were two dangerous animals who might not remember their human side in the heat of battle.

  “Stop fighting,” she yelled. “This isn’t helping.”

  The wolf crawled from beneath Perron’s body and staggered to his feet, whining and shaking his head. One ear was bent and bleeding. The panther backed off, still hissing, before turning to lick his wounded flank.

  “We have to work together to get out of here. Stop acting like idiots.” She felt like the idiot, talking to a pair of animals as if they’d understand her. She wondered how much of their intellect was functioning. Moving closer, she held out a hand toward each beast, palms open. She touched John’s muzzle, the top of Grant’s head, and stroked both soothingly. Soft fur caressed her palms and, once again, an electric charge entered her from contact with the two shifters. Lust, power, strength and awareness flowed through her.