by Gina Kincade
Tamara did as he asked, looking over her shoulder as she placed her hands on the tile in front of her, “Why? When we’re only going to have to clean up again after we give into our desires? I think you should just hand me the soap, my love.”
Declan laughed, giving her a quizzical look, “Oh that naughty mind of yours is working again, I see.”
Holding out the soap he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “Go ahead and take it, dear heart. Show me what your naughty mind has thought up now.”
She took the offered soap from his hands and worked up a nice lather, reaching for his hardening cock, “I think you’re going to like what I have in mind, my heart.”
Declan’s head fell back as Tamara stroked him to life. Her soft hand mixed with the slickness of the soap felt so good that he was having a hard time staving off the orgasm that had begun building almost the minute she touched him.
She leaned closer to him and whispered, “Does that feel good, my love?”
He nodded his head, afraid to speak as if that would somehow break the spell that was being woven in the bathtub under the pulsating water. When Tamara stopped and let go of his throbbing cock, Declan moaned in protest.
She laughed in delight, “You really liked that, didn’t you?”
He didn’t answer her, instead stroking himself under the spray of water as he continued to stare at her making sure not to lose his erection as he watched her gaze move from his face to his moving hand. Declan enjoyed the sensation of his hand moving for a few moments longer before gripping Tamara’s shoulders and turning her around.
He pressed her against the tile of the shower and growled in her ear, “I’m going to mark you, Tamara. You’re mine and I want the world to know it.”
She leaned her head back against his chest as she pushed her ass back into him, feeling the hardness of his cock resting between her ass checks, “Then claim me, Declan. Claim me so there is no mistaking who I belong to.”
Declan felt a warmth start from his chest and spread throughout his body as his lover told him to claim her. He ran his hand down her back and smacked her ass playfully, watching the water spray over the red hand print he had left.
When Tamara arched her back and let out an encouraging moan, Declan let out a hungry growl and gripped her right breast roughly, his arm the only thing keeping that side of her body from the cold tile, “Let me know if I hurt you and I will stop but I can’t hold myself back any longer. I have to give into my animal side and mark your body. By the time I am done with you, every Were who comes within three feet of you will know that you are my mate.”
He gripped his cock with his left hand and pressed closer to his mate, pausing to take in the woman pressed against the shower tiles waiting on him to make his move. Declan let go of Tamara’s right breast and reached between her legs, searching for her clit and pressing her even closer to the shower tiles. Finding her pleasure button, he began stroking it, enjoying the seductive moans she began making.
When Declan was sure she was slick enough to enter her without causing too much pain, he pinned her to the shower wall and slipped his cock inside of her, “So ready. You’re always so wet for me, dear heart.” He sucked in his breath as he entered her slowly, her pussy gripping his cock like a vise as she met his thrust with one of her own. When she moaned her encouragement, Declan quit holding back and took her the way he had wanted, but had been so afraid to since he had returned home from Madagascar with his infliction; fast, hard, rough. He bit her shoulder, breaking skin enough to taste blood. The flood gates opened as Tamara lost hold of the control she prided herself in as the waves of pleasure swept her away.
Chapter Three
Tamara was grinning like the Cheshire cat as they got dried off.
“What are you grinning at?” Declan asked her as he pulled his T-shirt over his head.
She shook her own head, a satisfied smile on her lips, “Nothing. Nothing at all. You just took me by surprise, is all.”
He pulled his pants on as he watched her, trying to gage her tone, “Was it bad? Did you not like it?”
Tamara grabbed his hand as she let the towel drop, “Oh no! It’s just you’ve never taken me that way before. I was beginning to wonder if you even knew how to be rough. Make no mistake, I loved it. You know, a girl likes to change things up a bit.”
Declan let out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding his body sagging with the effort, “That’s good because I have a feeling there’s more where that came from.”
He walked into their bedroom across the hall and glanced at the clock, “We’d better hurry. It’s six-thirty already and we still need to figure out what you’re making for dinner.”
She walked into the room behind him and straight to the closet, flicking through the clothes hanging there, “You go on down to the wine cellar and see what we have while I find something to wear. I’ll be down in two minutes.”
Declan gave her a knowing smile as she continued to go through her clothes, “Yeah sure you will. I might as well go through the food while I’m taking inventory.”
Tamara turned around and gave him a glare, “I’m serious! I’ll be down in two minutes. Now get.”
She could hear him laughing as he went downstairs, What’s he thinking? That it’s gonna take me twenty minutes just to slip on this dress? Puh-lease.
He made his way down to the wine cellar and looked over their choices of wine. He flicked the cork on the bottle of wine closest to him in frustration. It looked like he was going to have to take a trip to the store whether he wanted to or not because the only wine they had on hand was white and his mate had said that a red wine would be a better match for red meat.
As Declan emerged from the wine cellar he was pleasantly surprised to see Tamara going through the food in their pantry, “We only have white wine in the cellar so I’m going to have to go to the store after all. Is there anything else we need?”
She turned from the pantry shelf she had been studying to give her mate a considering look, “If you can get us some potatoes that would be good. And the only steaks we have are completely frozen so you’re going to have to pick up some more of those so I can get to cooking.”
He moved to the pantry, blocking her in with a crooked grin on his face, “So you’ve decided what you’re going to make.”
It was a statement not a question so Tamara nodded as she looked around the small room she was being pinned in, pulling things off of shelves as she found them, “I sure have. Steak with baked potatoes and all the trimmings with a side of corn on the cob. We have some ears of corn in the fridge that need to be used soon so I figured it would work with this throw together meal. And for dessert I was thinking strawberry shortcake. How does that sound to you?”
Declan took the onions and mushrooms out of her hands and set them on the counter next to the stove, then turned back to his beloved, “That sounds amazing. My mouth is already watering.”
He pulled her to him and gave her a passionate kiss, curling her toes and almost making her change her mind about sending him to the store.
She returned the kiss with just as much passion before pulling away and laughing, “If you keep kissing me like that nothing productive is going to get done and there will be no food cooking when your friend arrives. Now get your ass to the store and pick up those ingredients. I’ll start what I have here while I wait for you to get back. And don’t forget the wine.”
Declan laughed with her, letting her go reluctantly, “All right, all right. If Christian gets here before I get back, which is starting to look pretty likely, just invite him in and make him feel comfortable. He’s a great guy. A little warning though; he may want to talk your ear off about our animal science class or our zoological expedition.”
Tamara moved out of the pantry and made her way to the living room to grab a pen and some paper, an excited look on her face, “You mean the expedition that you refuse to talk about?”
She smiled as she started jotting
things down, “You know what? Why don’t I just make you a list so that I can be sure you don’t forget anything? Let’s see, we need red wine. Do you remember the list I rattled off earlier when we were on our way back from the woods?”
He gave her a confused look causing her to sigh and continue as she wrote furiously on the notepad, “Look for a nice Zinfindel, I think that wine will be appropriate for tonight. Hmm, we also need some butter, sour cream, and chives. Maybe get some bacon so I can make homemade bacon bits for the baked potatoes. Other than that I believe we have everything we need here so I can whip up this dinner.”
Tamara moved closer to Declan as she pointed out some items she’d written down, “I’m going to need these items to make a strawberry shortcake for dessert. Make sure to pick me up some fresh strawberries, if you can find some. If not then frozen will work in a pinch. Oh and some heavy whipping cream. I know how much you prefer my homemade whipped cream to the store bought stuff.
About the Author
Elvira Bathory is a succubus who preys on the strongest of men. In her 35 years on this Earth, she has seen some of the most carnal acts of passion committed by man, some she has caused herself.
Having spent so much time consuming the energy that came from other couples enjoying each other's company, she decided that it was time for her to enjoy someone's company on a more permanent basis.
Traveling the world, she chose to settle in a small town in the state known as New Mexico. Still in search of that perfect man, she spends her nights inventing him from her mind onto the pages of her steamy erotic stories.
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Sleeping in the Dragon’s Den
By Lexi Thorne
Copyright © 2017 by Lexi Thorne
Dedication
I dedicate this book to all of you looking for that special person that makes your heart skip a beat and drives you crazy all day long and keeps you awake at night wishing they were by your side.
Lexi Thorne
She woke up with that growled word still in her ear. Her body was sweaty, and she had thrown the covers off sometime during the night. But Lucy was alone in her bed. As alone as she had always been after these dreams. As alone as she had been ever since the dream started when she turned eighteen. She stroked her hand across the tattoo over her heart. The intricate tattoo on his back was branded into her mind. It was the only thing she knew about him. The sad part of it was, she had never screamed like that for anyone else. It had ever only been him, the phantom man of her dreams. She had never told anyone about it, though. Though, she thought Con might have his suspicions.
Prologue
At 24, Lucy is a self-taught aspiring tattoo artist. When her design for a Tattoo Convention doesn't win her an award, she is frustrated. She meets Andrea at the Convention. Andrea happens to be the adopted sister to Ryan "Jazz" Milton; the one name in the tattoo industry that everyone whispers in awe. He founded "Inked Up!" the biggest Tattoo parlor in New York. He even started having franchises. Then one day, he just sells it to a big name design company and retired from the scene. He only came out of retirement once; to be a one-time guest Judge on Ink Master.
Chapter One
“I like your work!”
Lucy Sanders gave a small grimace, as she glanced at her work, then at the perky, cheerful brunette smiling at her. This morning, when she had first set up her space for the Cyprus Tattoo Convention, she being fairly bubbling with excitement. Her twenty-four-year-old body had felt like it had been tossed into a 10-year-old’s on his birthday. Now, like a soda drink, most of the excitement has fizzled out. Most of the day, people had been coming to view her stands, but they had moved on to other stands as well, none of them staying for long.
“Thanks, I think. I just wished the judges would feel the same.”
The little brunette stared at her work for a moment, then said, "There's something raw about your work. It's a little rough around the edges though. That might be why you're not winning any awards yet."
Lucy bristled at that comment, and nearly responded with a sarcastic comment, but Little Brunette, as Lucy had dubbed her in her mind, was not done.
“Do you know who Ryan Milton is?” She asked.
Lucy blinked. Who did not know Ryan Milton? Jazz, as he was called by his friends was one of the biggest names in the tattoo industry. He had started as a freelance artist and graphic designer. His work had been simply signed, "Jazz," hence, the nickname. Soon after, he had founded "Inked Up!" the biggest Tattoo parlor in New York. He even started having franchises. Then one day, he just sold it to a big name design company and retired from the scene. He only came out of retirement once; to be a one-time guest Judge on Ink Master.
Lucy nodded, and immediately Little Brunette’s face brightened. Smiling, she extended her hand towards Lucy. “I’m Andrea, Ryan’s sister.”
Lucy’s hands had automatically extended when Little Brunette-Andrea had offered hers. Now, her hand hung limply in the air as she stared at the smiling woman.
“Andrea Smythe?”
Andrea grimaced giving Lucy’s hand a gentle pomp before letting it go, “Yeah. I’m the adopted sister.” Then she blinked, “How did you know my surname?”
Lucy felt the blush spread across her skin, and she cursed the fact that she had just dyed her hair red. She must look like a tomato. Her knowing Andrea’s surname was basically too much curiosity and a tiny bit of stalking. When she had first taken interest in tattoos, she had been 15. Her step-brother, Jake, though, not a tattoo artist, had been into tattoos and was a phenomenal artist. At a point, he had considered been a tattoo artist. It was during that time that he became a big fan of any “Jazz” work. By the time Jake’s interests moved to something else, Lucy had already been hooked on tattoos and all things Jazz. It was something she still looked back on with a little embarrassment. Her friends had been into boy bands while she’d been into Jazz Milton. Her step-mum never liked going into her room, because, according to her, it was only candles short of being a creepy shrine.
Lucy sighed as all those memories flashed through her mind.
“Let’s just say that there was a time that I was a big fan of your brother’s work.”
Try, like, his biggest fan ever.
“I followed his career quite closely at a particular point.”
I mean, I stalked him on every social media platform and followed every information I could find online.
“Awww, that’s actually sweet,” Andrea replied smiling. “Do you have any tattoos? I don’t see any on you.”
Lucy blinked at the sudden change in conversation. “Uh...”
Why on earth had she thought that dying her hair red had been a good idea? It had always been a bone of contention between her and her best friend, Con. He didn't think she would be considered a serious tattoo artist if she didn't have any on herself. Considering that he worked in a prominent tattoo parlor, and not a single one employed there was unmarked, he did know what he was talking about. But there was also this fact to consider; he had been pursuing her relentlessly to be the one to ‘break her virgin skin,' his words, not hers. For some reason, Lucy had been quite reluctant to get a tattoo. It had to mean something, and it had to be done by the very best. When she had said that, Con had snorted and said, "Unless you're hiring the Jazz himself, it doesn't get better than me." Lucy had laughed at that, for it was true. Con was a prodigy. He was so good that he could have started his own tattoo business and been better than even "the Jazz" as Con liked to call Ryan Milton, but he claimed to be too lazy to be bothered with the business side of things. "I just want to do my art."
Finally, Lucy had given in. But she had designed the art herself. When Con saw it, he had gasped. You have to understand that Con was a 6 feet 4 inches teddy bear, even with shaggy brown hair to go with it. So, when a man like that gives a soft gasp, it should look ridiculous. Only, he hadn’t. He had looked at her with understanding eyes and solemnly p
romised to make it the best tattoo work he had ever done.
Looking at Andrea now, she contemplated showing Andrea the tattoo right over her heart. There was something about the woman that drew her. She seemed such a happy person like nothing could get her down. Lucy wished she had that optimism.
“I do have one,” Lucy finally said, making a decision. She slipped the shirt she had on off her left shoulder, then pulled down the neck of the tank top she had on underneath. She pulled it low enough for Andrea to see the heart shape drawn over her left breast. Entwined in it where a naked couple. The face was obviously hers, and she blushed at this. Her face was raised in ecstasy, while only the man’s back profile was all you could see, his face buried between her neck and breasts. Her legs were wrapped around him, just bordering the lower part of the heart shape. The one and only distinctive feature on the man was a dragon tattoo spanning across the length of his back.
Andrea gasped, putting her hand to her mouth.
“That is beautiful,” she whispered. Lucy had always been very sensitive about this tattoo, hence the reason she had always kept it hidden. When Con had asked her for the inspiration for the design, it had taken his pestering her for days, to finally confess that she had seen it in a dream though she never told him the details of the dream. She had not been able to see his face, but the tattoo had been branded into her mind. Watching Andrea’s face now, she began to get an inkling, perhaps for the first time, of what Con had been trying to tell her.
“If you’re going to be the best, the price is your heart. It’s the work that is tattooed over your heart that will get you the recognition you want,” he had said once to her.
