by Kane Jewell Ruse McCall Anthony McKay Sax Slayer Michael Burke Logan
Cassidy McKay
Welcome to Cassidy’s house -- where weird is normal and sarcasm is a food group (so is chocolate).
Cassidy McKay lives near the beaches and rain forests of western Washington. When she’s not drowning in the ocean or trying to hang herself swinging from vines, she writes romances.
Known for her humorous & engaging characters, sizzling hot sex scenes and engrossing tales, you’ll often find Cassidy scratching out new ideas on pizza boxes or the back of her hand when she runs out of paper. (Usually not while swinging from vines.)
Fueled by Diet Coke and dark chocolate, she works in the dark of the night when the muse dances and twisted voices sing to have their stories told.
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Clothing Optional
Cynthia Sax
‘Tis the season for running naked.
Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector. Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of the planet.
Or so he thinks…
When Otho arrives at Prism’s house three hours early and spots his blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.
Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.
Chapter One
Otho twisted his wrist to glance at his watch. It was three a.m., and the demon council clearly stated that the fairy protection shifts didn’t start until six a.m. on the twenty-fourth. If he showed up at her door three hours early, Prism would ask why, and then he’d have to admit he’d been counting down the days to seeing her again.
She’d raise those thin eyebrows.
He’d feel like a jackass.
So Otho stayed outside in the freezing cold, leaning against his winter-inappropriate 1957 Corvette convertible, sipping hot black coffee, contemplating his attraction to the most uptight fairy on the planet. She was a librarian, for fuck’s sake, and around him, her lips were constantly pursed with disapproval. God, they were soft lips though. He could imagine them pursed around his --
The door opened, and Otho ducked behind the car. A beautiful face peeked out, looking from side to side, her dark blue hair pulled back in a ponytail. He watched her with lust and keen interest.
What the fuck was she doing?
Prism stepped outside. She was wearing that white terrycloth robe he’d often seen hanging on the coat rack by her front door. On her feet were gleaming white sneakers, with matching socks folded neatly down to her ankles.
She took another look about her and nodded to herself as if mentally confirming a fact she already knew. Prism then turned around until she faced the open door, removed her robe, tossed it inside, and closed the door.
Otho’s mouth dropped. His eyes widened. His entire being stilled.
She was gloriously, wonderfully, buck-ass naked.
Sure, she’d been naked with him before, when they fucked last Christmas, after imbibing one too many glasses of spiked eggnog, but that had been a fast and furious fuck in the dark, under layers of concealing cotton sheets. He hadn’t had a good look at her body. He did now.
Her breasts were small and firm, tipped with indigo nipples that tightened to mouthwatering peaks as they came into contact with the cold air. Her stomach was flat and indented with muscles he never thought he’d find attractive on a female. Her hips were shapely, with a triangle of closely cropped blue curls nestled between them. And those legs… He licked his lips. Those legs should be classified as a weapon. Normally concealed under loose black trousers or ankle-length skirts, they were long and lean and perfectly designed for wrapping around a demon’s thick torso.
His cock showed his appreciation for her fit physique, pressing painfully against the zipper of his dress pants. Smoke curled out from his flared nostrils. He stepped toward her.
And then she was gone, running along the street in a flash of blue.
Every demonic cell in his massive body screamed to follow, to chase her, hunt her, claim her as his. “Fuck, yeah.” His brain agreed with that plan. Otho plunked the cup down on his car’s newly waxed hood, coffee splattering on the impeccable paint job, and he hauled ass after her.
She’d lost her mind, she must have, and he should have stopped her within minutes because his prim and proper fairy would be mortified when she finally came to her senses.
She was such a good being.
And he was so not, which was why Otho ran behind his pint-sized streaker, keeping one eye on any possible threats and the other eye on her bouncing bare buttocks. She ran with confidence and strength. Her shoulders were thrust back, her spine was straight and proud, and her stride was even. Fuck. He wanted her, the thrill of the chase escalating his desire.
Otho shifted into demon form as he ran, his already large form growing in size, his horns curling up from his forehead, a long tail protruding from his ass. His clothing shredded until he was naked, his feet bare, his soles melting the snow with every step.
The cold winter wind bit into his skin, and he sucked in his breath, inhaling crisp air and Prism’s intoxicating fragrance, a mixture of berries and hot, sweaty female. He veered when she veered, shadowing her small body, allowing her scent and heat to sensuously flow over him.
They hurtled down the snow-covered sidewalk in tandem, dodging the few pedestrians awake at three a.m., moving too quickly for the humans to track. Only the paranormals turned their heads to stare, their expressions ranging from prudish outrage to hungry leers.
The hot body they were leering at belonged to his girl, and that knowledge made Otho even harder, his massive cock bobbing with each stride.
He waited until she turned off into a quiet, secluded street to make his move, swiftly closing the gap between them. Prism looked over her shoulder. Her eyes widened with fear and awareness, and she burst into a hasty sprint, her arms pumping, wings unfurling from her back.
Otho roared with the heady invigoration of the hunt. His prey would not escape him. He retracted his claws and leaped as her feet left the concrete. They collided, his chest slamming against her back. He folded his giant hands over her shoulders, securing her. Her wings beat frantically, and for one glorious moment, they were airborne.
Then his weight grounded her, and she pitched forward. He rolled with her, protecting her soft skin from the harsh, cold surface of the sidewalk, shifting back to human form so as to not crush her smaller form.
They came to a stop in a tangle of naked limbs, his body on top of hers, pinning her to the ground. He stared down into her beautiful face, his chest heaving, his cock lodged between her silky smooth thighs. She panted, her lips parted, her taut nipples brushing against his skin with every breath.
“Otho.” Her blue eyes were framed with fluttering navy eyelashes. “I can explain.”
“Later.” He covered her mouth with his, tasting tart raspberries mixed with scintillating fear and overriding desire. Capturing her full bottom lip between his teeth, he pulled, sucked, devoured her flesh, kissing her the way he’d always wanted to kiss her, with full demon desire, not in the fairy-light way he thought she wanted to be touched.
He jabbed his tongue into her open mouth, piercing her moist heat with sharp stabs, and she obediently tilted up to him, submitting to his domination. Velvety smooth palms slid up his forearms, over his biceps, resting on his shoulders, her fingers spread on his muscles as though declaring her ownership.
She did own him. As he greedily fed on her mouth, his hips moved of their own volition, his cockhead rubbing between her thighs, searching for her heat. She spread her legs, cradling his hips, and his tip connected with warm, moist flesh. God, she was wet, wetter than a female had any right being.
He broke their kiss to grin down at her. “You’re one kinky fairy, Prism.”
“I love it.” Otho swallowed her trepidations, pushing into her mouth with his tongue, and into her welcoming pussy with his hard cock. While buried deep inside her, he kissed down her neck, following her pulsing jugular, down, down, over her collarbone, brushing his lips against the swell of her right breast.
“Otho.” She arched, offering up her firm, sky blue curves to him, and he gladly accepted her gift, latching his mouth over her nipple, sucking on her tit. “Yes.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him in place. “This is how I want it, hard, punishing, demonic.”
He suckled until her flesh was red, and raw, and her pussy juices gushed around his rigid shaft. “God, Prism.” He dragged his lips across her skin to her left breast. “All these years, and we could have been doing this.” He nibbled over her nipple before drawing the tight peak into his mouth.
“Bad… so bad…” She panted, writhing under him.
“I do have it so bad,” he agreed, drawing his hips back, his cockhead sliding along her pussy walls. “So I’m going to fuck you until you scream.” He drove into her, thrusting up to his base, his balls bouncing against her ass, and she gasped. “And then I’ll fuck you some more.” He rode her deep and hard, releasing all his harsh, primitive desires onto her willing, suppliant form, free finally to reveal his darkness, his edge, his unyielding passions. “You’ll never be free of me.”
Steam rose from the concrete as the snow around them evaporated, melted by his rising demon heat. He thrust into his fairy again and again, gazing upon Prism’s beautiful face while he ravished her. Dewdrops glistened on her skin, hanging off her long eyelashes, blue wisps of hair stuck to her cheeks.
“More, more, more.” Fingernails raked his back. Sneakers dug into his ass, the rubber pressing on his spine, driving him to heights he’d never before climbed. He struggled, he fought for her satisfaction, determined to give her what she wanted, what she needed.
Her pussy tightened around him, and his balls drew up, hugging his base. “Fuck, Prism. Fuck.” He grunted.
“Otho.” She moaned, clutching him to her. “More. Harder. Need more.”
She was so fuckin’ wild. Otho rammed into her with all his demon strength, driving her ass into the concrete, and she bit his shoulder as she came, her teeth breaking flesh, the pain puncturing his control. He roared, propelling his hips forward, filling her with his hot cum.
“Fuck.” Otho shuddered, his climax sweeping over him in waves. His arms shook, threatening to collapse, so he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Fuck.” He held her close, her cheek resting on his chest, her breath caressing his pecs, and he stared up at clouds heavy with snow. His oh-so-proper fairy had become the clothing-free lover of his dreams. “What the fuck was that?” He rested his chin on the top of her blue hair.
He felt her swallow, her throat moving against his skin. Silence stretched. Otho’s worries grew. “Prism?” Was she having regrets about this, them, him? He raised his head to read her expression.
She turned her face away from him. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Her words held quiet dignity.
Otho frowned. “You said you were going to explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain.” She stared into the snowbank, her cute little jaw jutted outward. “Because nothing happened.”
Otho stared at her. “Nothing --” He stopped talking, and she opened her mouth. “Shhh…” He laid his index finger over her lips. “Someone’s coming.” The crunch of snow grew louder, the tread heavy like that of a giant or a demon, a fairy-killing demon.
“Fuck.” He’d forgotten about the dangers and had put his female at risk. Self-directed rage surged through Otho as he slipped his body out from under hers and rose to his feet. He had to be more cautious.
“Come, Prism.” He swung his bewildered fairy into his arms. She weighed nothing and fit against him perfectly, a part of his body he couldn’t live without. “We’ll talk about this later, and we will talk, I promise you, but not now. You’re not safe here.”
Chapter Two
Prism buried her face into Otho’s neck, pressing her breasts against his chest, her ass covered with his large hands. It hadn’t happened, the spontaneous last-minute streaking, the hot, steamy sex in the snow, none of it. It had all been a dream. She sniffed, inhaling the scent of sulfur, sex, and male.
Angry male.
Otho stomped up the steps to the front door of her duplex and swung open the front door. “Fuck, it would be unlocked,” he rumbled. “What you’re doing is dangerous, fairy.” He slid her down his big, broad physique until her running shoes touched the floor. “Anyone could have followed you. Anyone could be waiting inside.”
“Nothing happened.” She snatched the robe from the coat rack, and his handsome countenance darkened even more, his gaze fixed on the offending prongs of wood. “I didn’t do anything.” She wrapped the terry cloth around her and then pulled the tie tight, concealing everything that should be concealed.
“And how often do you not do anything?”
She delayed her answer, making a show of untying her running shoes. They were wet and smudged with disgusting black marks. “Once or twice.” A week, she silently amended. That would have to stop. She was trying to stop.
“I don’t want you doing it again,” Otho ordered, his hands on his hips. He was magnificently naked, in human form, his toned stomach rippling with ridges, his cock flaccid and limp yet still impressively large, dangling down from brown pubic hair.
“I won’t.” She knew she shouldn’t streak. She slipped her shoes off, arching her feet. Running naked was wrong, disgraceful, bad.
But the sensation of cold air flowing over her skin… There was nothing quite like it. She closed her eyes, recalling the experience, the way she ran uninhibited by clothing, the startled glances of passersby, the feeling of pure rebellion.
“It’s dangerous,” Otho repeated, locking the front door with a loud click.
“I know.” The danger of being found out was foolishly high, and she had been found out. By him. Prism’s cheeks heated. That hadn’t happened. She had to pretend that hadn’t happened. She couldn’t handle it, this, him, otherwise.
He pivoted on his bare heels to face her. “Look at how easily I caught you.” His eyes glowed red.
“Yes.” Her breath hitched. The chase had been exciting.
“No matter how you tried to shake me, I pursued you.” He stepped closer, waves of heat rolling off his body. “It’s dangerous, Prism.” He rubbed her arms. “I’m dangerous.” His cock twitched against her thigh. “If it had been any other demon…” His mouth flattened into a grim white line. “When you do this again --”
“I won’t,” she swore. She’d contain her wild urges. She would.
“You’ll do it with me,” he finished. She stared at him, stunned, unable to believe her ears. “You run. I’ll chase.” He breathed deeply, his cock hardening, pushing into her stomach, his grip on her arms tightening. “And when I catch you…”
“You’ll force me to do bad things,” she whispered, placing her hands tentatively on his chest, his skin scorching her very soul.
“Force you?” His body stiffened. He was so stiff and hard, all over.
“Yes.” She studied the hollow at the base of his neck. “You’ll force me to do naughty, wanton things, carnal acts no respectable fairy would ever want.” His heartbeat jumped under her palms, and she lifted her gaze to meet his. “And I’ll have no choice but to do them because I’ll be your captive, your slave.” She licked her lips.
His gaze tracked the movement. “What sort of naughty things?” Otho stepped forward, closer still, bumping into her with his big body, forcing her to back away.
“Decadent things.” Prism couldn’t think with him so close, so she fled, moving toward the bright lights of the heavily decorated Christmas tree standing in the middle of her
living room.
“Like what?” He followed her, his face set with determination, his hands clenched into fists. “What will I force you to do?”
“I…” Images flashed through her mind of what she wanted to happen, but she couldn’t communicate that. He’d be shocked, dismayed. Her face heated. She had such dirty, bad thoughts.
“Tell me, Prism.” He growled the command, his voice deep and sexy. “Tell me what your demon will do to you when he catches you.” He advanced. “What wicked things does he have planned for you?”
She retreated, putting the tree between them, hiding behind its branches. If he couldn’t see her, he couldn’t read her lips, and he wouldn’t know for certain that the words were coming from her. “You’ll bend me over and place my hands against a building.”
“And?” He circled the tree.
She moved with him, maintaining the same distance between them. “And…” She inhaled deeply. She could do this. When she released her breath, the wants and needs burning inside of her spilled out. “You’ll force me to take it up the ass.”
The tree shook, and an ornament fell, bouncing off the hardwood, the tiny wooden elf freed from the sleigh he’d been straddling, his painted smile wide, his eyes sparkling with glee.
“Take what up your ass, Prism?” Otho’s voice had deepened even more, the low rumble sending tremors of excitement down her spine.
She smelled his male musk through the fragrance of pine. She felt his body heat increase. “Your cock, your long, thick demon cock,” she whispered.
He stopped moving. She stopped breathing. Had she shocked him? She must have. She was so bad. Her thoughts were so bad. Unnatural.
“You should run now,” he instructed quietly, his tone level, calm, controlled.
