Rapid Pulse: A Limited Edition Spicy Romance Collection

by Gina Kincade

  “His pulse is good. He should be fine.”

  Julia fell to her hands and knees. “Thank God.”

  “How are you?” Will asked. “I think Lynn’s submissive might be able to give you some if you need a little more.”

  Julia shook her head. “I’m all right, for now. I will need to interview for my own submissive tomorrow.” She rose slowly, crossing over and kissing Justin’s brow.

  “You bit him there!” Will said in shock, fingering his pet’s penis.

  Julia looked away, abashed. “Yes. Not hard!” she exclaimed, quick to defend herself.

  “Obviously not, which is even more impressive. Didn’t he taste good?”

  Julia’s eyes closed at the memory. “Divine.”

  Will smiled and hugged her shoulders, keeping one hand on Justin. “Can you ask Jocelyn to come here, please? I think he might need an IV.”

  Julia cringed but nodded. “He will be okay?”

  “I’m sure he will. Though he might not come back to me,” he said with a smirk.

  Julia snickered with him. “I doubt that. I can’t be nearly as demeaning as you,” she bit back.

  “Touché,” Will replied.

  Julia found Jocelyn upstairs and hated to pull her away from Lynn and Nicholas. “Justin might need an IV,” she said before she’d fully stepped into the room.

  “Uh,” Jocelyn grunted. “That means you have to let me go, Lynn.”

  “Yep,” Lynn said between licks, “I know.”

  “Stop,” Nicholas said with a laugh, pulling Lynn away.

  “Come, take her place, Julia,” Lynn called as Jocelyn left.

  “Don’t worry,” Jocelyn told her as she passed. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  As Julia approached, Nicholas rubbed his hands together. “She hasn’t been touched yet. Harry’s going to be mad he missed this.”

  Julia’s eyes went wide, remembering what she’d been told, but the vampires didn’t give her long to think; Nicholas molded his lips to hers, his hands around her waist, turning her slightly to the side. She didn’t even try to hold onto her balance, instead gripping his shoulders at the pure joy the sensation gave her. It was warm and tingling and intimate. Holding on against the pleasure his kiss brought her, she didn’t notice Lynn’s hands on her ankles right away. It was only when she was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling the smoothness of the satin sheets, she realized she hadn’t walked there.

  Chapter Eight: Donovan

  Julia entered her room, still a little surprised to find a man kneeling there, naked. Closing her eyes, she mentally shifted away from all of her memories of this room, focusing on the man before her, Donovan. This would be their first session since he’d contracted as her submissive, the first time she’d be able to feed from him without fear of him spreading word. His experience was her primary concern now.

  She closed the door with a soft click. His shoulders, deep and dark in color, moved very slightly. He’d been waiting for her and heard. Julia rested her hand on top of his head, the short, tight curls under her palm.

  “You remember your safe word?”

  “Tapioca, Mistress.”

  “Very good.” Julia ran her nails over his scalp and down his neck and back. His deltoids tensed and goosebumps broke on his forearms. Even kneeling, the large man’s head was only a little below hers. It was just enough for her to look over his shoulder and see his fingers, pale where they clutched his thighs. She also saw his thick dick rise slightly between them.

  Releasing it from her thigh, Julia secured a collar around his throat–their first time using this symbol.

  He sighed at the soft touch on his neck.

  She put her lips near his ear, not quite kissing it, and breathed into it.

  His jaw tightened, as did his fingers.

  “Rise,” she ordered. “What is the one instruction that lasts outside this house?”

  “I must never tell anyone what happens here.”

  “Correct. Do you know why?”

  Donovan scowled. “That isn’t something anyone has told me.”

  Julia nodded. “Soon, Donovan. Face the wall.”

  He turned obediently.

  “Box.”

  He gripped his elbows behind his back.

  It was a command his previous Domme had used and Julia had found this particular way of securing his arms, the ropes forming a box from across the shoulders between his upper arms and lower, very convenient. The red, silk rope was stunning against his dark arms and made her thirsty, reminding her of the blood she craved. He needed tonight’s meal to prepare, though. She had to resist for one more night.

  Cupping a buttock, she smiled at it as it tensed, so firm. She pulled back her hand and slapped with just shy of her full strength.

  Donovan groaned and his knees wobbled. “Th-Thank you, Mistress.”

  “Save them for now. Your ass is so dark, it’s hard to color it.” She spanked the same cheek twice more. Pausing, she switched to the other once he’d straightened his knees. Julia could smell the blood rising to the hot skin. She caressed both cheeks, feeling the change as much as she saw or smelled it.

  She circled the room, grabbing two items. The first, she secured around Donovan’s cock, preventing it from rising completely and binding it. The second was much smaller, and she poured its contents onto her hand. Squatting very slightly, she spread the gel between Don’s cheeks.

  He grunted.

  This was a soft limit, one his previous Domme hadn’t exploited at all. From Don’s descriptions, most of their sessions had involved him pleasuring her while completely bound.

  Julia had punished him three times during their previous session for breaking a non-physical bond she had set. He’d told her afterward how much harder those had been to maintain. He had enjoyed fighting himself more than the ropes, which was why she used only simple ties. He had to keep himself upright, although, she could help, holding his legs when they shook too badly.

  They weren’t shaking, now; they were tense. He wasn’t looking forward to what she was about to do.

  Using her index finger, she circled his asshole while kissing one of his buttocks. Then she spanked the same cheek. His pucker relaxed slightly in his surprise, and Julia’s fingertip slipped in.

  “Ah,” he groaned, tensing again, nearly pushing her digit out.

  “Breathe,” she ordered, remembering Lynn’s instructions to her. “Breathe through the pain. Breathe through the pleasure,” she reminded him. He knew, of course, but the reminder helped.

  Julia peeked around him to his caged cock. It had sagged a bit, another sign of his anxiety. Worming her finger in a little further, despite his grunts, she knelt behind him and licked his shaved sack, hanging between his legs.

  Donovan gasped in surprise before grunting in pain. He wasn’t sagging anymore, Julia was sure. She licked the sack again, nibbling over the skin toward his ass. Her tongue flicked the tendon that pulled tight as he grew harder, groaning and bending. There was a thump, and Julia sprang back and up, not withdrawing her finger, using her vampire speed to make sure her charge wasn’t harmed.

  She smiled when she saw he had braced his head on the wall, breathing through his teeth. His expression was wonderful, his nose and brow twitching in the war between pleasure and pain.

  Rather than duck between his legs again, she worked her finger deeper, twisting and curling it. She pushed past the smooth column and touched more inside him.

  “Shit. Ow.” Donovan’s eyes began to tear over. His cock pressed rigidly to the limit set by the cage. “P-please,” he begged her.

  “I thought you didn’t enjoy this?” she asked, stroking through him. “The cage shouldn’t pain you if—”

  “P-please!” he pleaded more loudly, white teeth revealed as his dark lip curled back. “It’s good.... I need...” He gasped and bit down again.

  With one hand, Julia unfastened the cage. The trapped cock leapt up and Don's backside squeezed her finger, h
is face tightening further as blood suddenly flowed freely through the length of his dick. Julia gripped him tightly, trying to stem the impending flow.

  “Ugh,” Don grunted, releasing the tension he’d held. His ass pulled in time with the pulsing of fluid.

  Julia smiled as he straightened, wobbling slightly.

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “Let me clean you.”

  When she pulled her finger free, he let out a gasp. She squatted again, in front of him this time, to take him into her mouth. Too late, her tongue registered what her nose had dismissed. Not all the blood was under the surface. She sucked until the pinpricks from the cage yielded no more, and then continued to suck, still desperately thirsty, until Donovan began to whimper.

  “Tap.. i... oca.”

  That was when Julia realized how heavily he was leaning on her. His cock hadn’t hardened again but would be overly sensitive. Clicking her tongue at her own folly, she rose quickly and took him by the shoulders, guiding him to the bed. Once seated, she unwound the ropes from his arms in a flash.

  “Lie still. I will bring you food. You must eat and drink all I bring,” she told him. Then she kissed his cheek in apology and removed the collar.

  Before going to the kitchen, she stopped at Justin’s room. She could hear Will barking at him between an odd creaking noise. She knocked once and entered, head bowed.

  Will chuckled as soon as he saw her. “Can’t wait? Well, I’m sure Justin could use a little something more.”

  Justin was gagged and stretched tight with arms and legs bound to a rack. Julia hadn’t known Blue Moon House had such a thing.

  “Where?” Julia whispered to Will. He pointed to Justin’s middle. Kneeling beside him, Julia bit into his side. Justin screamed against the gag, but it wasn’t a word, not raspberry. Julia stroked him as she drank. The scream became a whimper, then a scream again as a whip cracked on his tethered thigh.

  The bite wasn’t deep and began to close. Licking wildly, Julia tried to infuse as much of her saliva into the wound as she could.

  Will’s hand covered hers on Justin’s cock. “I’ll take care of that,” he told her. “Going to soil yourself again, aren’t you, Scum?” Will shouted before slapping Justin’s thigh.

  Julia bowed her head in thanks and backed out. She met Sophia in the kitchen, her sub washing a large pot.

  Sophia grinned and flicked a switch on the control in her hand. The girl jumped and gasped.

  Smiling back at Sophia, Julia turned on the flames beneath the grill section of the gas range and transferred a slab of beef from marinade onto the grill.

  “Tomorrow?” Sophia asked quietly, turning the vibrations down again.

  “Yes.” Julia filled a pair of mugs with water and juice. Then she flipped the steak and sought out the steamer, which still held warm vegetables. She heaped broccoli on Donovan’s plate.

  “You’re doing well?” Sophia asked.

  “I think so.” She grinned at Sophia while flipping the meat onto the plate. “He has been happy, praising me over his last Domme.”

  “Good.” Sophia hugged Julia’s shoulders before flicking her switch again. There was a splash as her submissive dropped the pot into the water.

  Julia turned to see the girl clutching the sink rim while thrusting her hips back and forth.

  “Back to work!” Sophia ordered, merciless. “You haven’t finished.” With a squeaking gasp, the young woman straightened herself and plunged her hands into the water.

  Donovan sat up as Julia entered and began to swing his legs off the bed. Julia raised a hand to stop him.

  “Don’t get up. Here. While you eat, tell me how it was.”

  He stopped in the process of biting into a slice of steak. He finished the motion, chewing carefully.

  “Better than I expected,” he said after swallowing.

  Julia grinned, encouraging him both to eat and to talk more. After a few more bites, he licked his lips and met her excited gaze.

  “If it weren’t for that spanking,” he paused, “I don’t think I would have enjoyed it at all.”

  She nodded. “You like that. The spanking. Better than flogging?” She’d done that in their last session.

  He nodded and the sheet began to tent behind his plate. “You hit so hard,” he murmured in disbelief. “It feels like my skin might split.” His voice was louder and steadier, even a bit light.

  Julia continued to grin.

  “You’re so small,” he continued after a few more bites. “I’m always amazed when you blow me.” He made a motion, seeming to bite his fist.

  Julia laughed at it. Donovan chuckled with her. Then he passed an arm around her and kissed her temple.

  He stiffened, as if surprised at his own action. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  She laughed and kissed the tip of his nose. Then she traced a finger down his throat, passing where the collar would be. “I’m not your mistress now.”

  He dropped his fork and knife with a clatter on the plate and seized her shoulders. His mouth fell heavily on hers, prying it open.

  She glanced at the plate. Only a sliver of the beef remained. It should be enough; she just had to restrain herself. She had just drunk from Justin; it shouldn’t be too difficult. She welcomed the kiss, biting his tongue just enough for her to sip his blood.

  Donovan fell away from her to the headboard. “Whoa.”

  “There’s a reason I haven’t kissed you. It isn’t only that I’m your Domme.” Her toes pushed the plate and sheet back until she straddled his lap. “You mustn’t tell anyone. They can’t know I’m... different.” She kissed him again and leaned back onto him at the same time.

  “What is that?” he asked, holding her hips.

  He filled her, thick and hard. She was still adapting to being able to feel so much, so clearly. She could tell where she stretched to accommodate him. She could tell exactly where he stopped inside her. She could feel the exact point where she squeezed.

  Eventually, she answered him, unable to wait longer to taste his blood. “Something that came with this.” She broke the skin on his neck, drinking deeply, so he couldn’t miss her actions. His hand twisted in her hair, nails skimming her scalp. She felt him twitch inside her, knew exactly where he rubbed and throbbed.

  “You’re... You’re really a...a vampire?” he asked. His voice not only raised in inflection, but clouded with the lust and passion he felt. Julia lifted and dropped her hips as she drank, hoping the wound closed soon and yet wishing it never would.

  It did, and she ran her tongue up his throat to his ear, waiting for the eruption she knew he couldn’t hold off forever.

  “I am,” she whispered in his ear. “I need you. I need you to sustain me. I need you to trust me not to kill you. Do you?”

  “Yes. Absolutely. Can you drink more? Should I drink that juice first?”

  Julia nearly purred with satisfaction. “Yes, you should drink.” Stretching, she reached for the mug on the side table. Donovan closed his fingers on it first, lifting it to his lips, gulping. Julia watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

  Her staring wasn’t lost on him. He drained the last of the mug and slapped it down, breaking off the handle.

  “Sorry,” he mumbled.

  Julia didn’t notice. She already had her teeth in his shoulder.

  About The Author

  Angelica Dawson is the USA Today bestselling and award-winning paranormal romance author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months, as well as its prequels, Blue Moon House: Kitten, Blue Moon House: Gentleman, Blue Moon House: Slave, Blue Moon House: Investor, Blue Moon House: Vampire and Blue Moon House: Harlot

  She has also written Not Your Bitch, Switching Up, Ethereal Protector, Women's Best Friend and numerous short stories included in anthologies and boxed sets.

  She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found
on her blog: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com/

  She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother, and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

  Wicked For You

  Westmore Wolves Book One

  By Erzabet Bishop

  Published by Naughty Nights Press LLC

  http://naughtynightspress.com/

  Second Edition January 2017

  ISBN: 978-1-926514-96-3

  Copyright © 2016 Erzabet Bishop

  All rights reserved.

  Wicked For You

  Erzabet Bishop

  True love awaits. Passion burns bright...

  Carrick is an Alpha werewolf preparing for the annual Pack Gathering. Pack law dictates he must have a mate by his thirty-sixth year or forfeit his rule. But what if he’s already found her and lost her in a swirl of cinnamon-scented dreams? Can this Alpha brave a sea of single wolfy females to find the one woman who enchanted his heart?

  She’s a kitty girl, in a wolfy world...

  Sage is the curvy owner of the Hot Whips Café. Bound by pack law, even as an adopted cat, she must attend the Gathering for the Alpha to select a new mate. Heading to a wolf ball isn’t high on her list of fun activities, but damned if she can’t get the image of a certain amber-eyed wolf out of her head.

  Dedication

  To my husband and my furry pack of kiddos. I love you to the moon and back.

  Prologue

  “Keep your wits about you.” Mogul, Carrick’s father, crouched low, his gaze filtering down the dark hallway of Westmore House. “The other wolves should be subdued by now. Justin knows I’m coming for him. And his cronies in office. Their vile abuse of the pack has gone on long enough.” The older wolf scowled, his salt and pepper beard cropped close to his face. His full mane of hair matched his beard but when he shifted, his beast bore only the black fur of a much younger man. Mogul wore only a loose fitting pair of sweats, ready to shift at a moment’s notice.