A Changeling For All Seasons 5 (Box Set)

by Kane Jewell Ruse McCall Anthony McKay Sax Slayer Michael Burke Logan

  Luc leaned back, breaking the kiss. “Not for everyday, but that’s really hot. Maybe we should buy a gag for you.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Taygan licked the slipperiness from the candy, rolling his tongue around the length and massaging it as if it were Luc’s cock.

  Luc shivered and grinned. “Tease.”

  Tay released the candy with a pop and placed it on the nightstand. He blew cold air into the room to force Luc into his arms. Luc raised his face to the cool air and closed his eyes. “Feels perfect.”

  “Merry Christmas, Luc.” Tay yanked Luc down into his embrace and nuzzled Luc’s neck. “Love you.”

  “Best Christmas ever, even if you are a tease. Just promise me you’re not blowing out of town in a week.” Luc snuggled tighter against Tay. The echo of laughter came from the window. “Did you just hear…?”

  “Santa? Yeah, we’re tight. I begged for a ride, and he brought me here for Christmas.”

  “You rode in the sleigh? I’m so jealous.”

  “I’d go any length to get to you, Luc. And besides, for my troubles he brought me exactly what I wanted for Christmas. You.”

  “Jolly old elf, indeed.”

  Megan Slayer

  When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.

  When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.

  Megan can be found at:

  www.menagerieauthors.com (Megan’s current site)

  http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com (Menagerie blog)

  http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com (Megan’s personal blog)

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  www.facebook.com/#!/pages/The-Menagerie-Authors/180690948613536 (Menagerie authors Facebook fan page)

  http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=161 (Changeling Press)

  Stranded

  Sean Michael

  Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?

  Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that’s exactly what’s happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn’t get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger, Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he’s willing to share.

  Chapter One

  Gretchen stared at the little man across the counter. “You are not fucking serious.” She was not going to be stuck in fucking Las Vegas over fucking Christmas.

  No way.

  No. Way.

  “I’m sorry, ma’am. All flights to the northeast are grounded. There’s simply nothing we can do.” He gave her an apologetic but harried look.

  She looked over at Russ, tears in her eyes. “Russell!”

  He slid his arm around her shoulders and tugged her close to his strong body. “Relax, baby. We’ll figure something out.”

  “Russell, it’s Vegas! It’s Christmas Eve!” They should never have agreed to come out here to this stupid convention, showing off their holiday wares. Only Russ would have come up with Christmas-tree-shaped butt plugs and snowflake nipple clamps.

  “Having a bird at the little man behind the counter isn’t going to change that. Just breathe.” His hand rubbed up and down along her back as another stupid announcement came over the airport speakers, informing them that all northern airports were closed due to inclement weather, which translated to no flights out.

  Gretchen stomped her foot, and her stiletto snapped, right off, and she just burst into tears. No. No way. Not her new Maddens.

  Russell wrapped around her, tugging her out of the line. “We’ll get a hotel, and we’ll have the most amazing holiday. Imagine the sales they must have here on Boxing Day.”

  “We’re in Vegas! Cheesy, neon, fake…” She stumbled on her broken shoe, their luggage dragging along behind them like a woebegone dog.

  “We’ll make it work for us, baby. We will make it work for us.”

  Before she could answer, something big fell over their luggage.

  “Oh, fuck,” said the something.

  She squeaked and almost fell, but Russ’s muscular arms wrapped around her, supported her.

  “Damn, I’m sorry.” The most beautiful guy, aside from her Russ of course, stood up and started wiping himself off. “I didn’t see your luggage.”

  She waved her hand at him, trying so hard not to just have a meltdown. God, go away.

  “It’s okay, man.” Russ propped her up against a wall and went to right their luggage.

  “Are you sure?” Tripping Man peered at her. “You okay, miss?”

  “I’m fine.” Her eyes closed as her suitcase popped open and dildos went rolling across the floor. “Just kill me now.”

  The guy made a noise and Russ, the asshat, nearly choked trying to swallow his laughter. Tripping Man began to laugh.

  She snapped the heel off her other shoe and growled. “I’m going to… Fuck.” She headed right out of ticketing and out to the festively lit cabstand. There had to be a hotel on the Strip somewhere she could drink at.

  She was still waiting for a fucking cab to show up ten minutes later -- how could there not be one there? -- when Russ and the guy came out, pulling the now sedately closed luggage behind them.

  “Baby, this is Dave.” Russ put his arm around her shoulders. “Dave, this is Gretchen.”

  Dave held his hand out to her.

  “Hey.” Thank God for waterproof mascara.

  “Russ was telling me you guys are in the same boat as me. In Vegas for Christmas.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, we are.” She was going to cry again, which was stupid, but it was Christmas.

  “Dave here has a hotel room. He’s willing to share, babe.”

  “There’s got to still be rooms here, right?” Christmas Eve with a stranger?

  “We can try if you want to, baby. Let’s go get food and see, yeah?” Russ wrapped around her, held her, and Dave just lifted one hand and a cab stopped right in front of them. This was no fair.

  “It’s the Mandalay Bay.” Dave gave her a warm smile. “Best hotel on the strip.”

  She felt herself blush. “I bet the owner of the Bellagio would argue.”

  Russ’s swat to her ass was sweet, sharp. “Be nice, Kitten.”

  Dave laughed, and held the door to the cab open for her. “They’re fully booked. I checked.”

  She slid in. How on Earth? It was Christmas, for God’s sake. Russ slid in beside her on the left, David on the right.

  “There’s like a million people stranded here.” David told the cabbie where to go. “The whole northern half of the country is snowed in. I got in yesterday, but my luggage didn’t. I came down to pick it up but apparently it’s still stuck in Chicago or something.”

  “Yeah. At least we’re stranded here together, huh, Kitten?” Russ’s voice was low, soft, teasing, and she nudged him with her shoulder. He only called her that when they were playing.

  “I can’t imagine Christmas without you, Russ.”

  “Sweet.” Dave grinned at Russ, the look a little wistful.

  She cuddled into her man. “Are you here with someone or missing someone back home?”

  “I wish. Either option would be better than single. Especially this time of year…”

  “Oh.” Suddenly she felt like the worst sort of bitch. At least she had her Russell, right here. “I’m sorry.” She reached out, squeezed Dave’s hand.

  His hand turned, fingers curling with hers. “I have a suite. There’s more than enough room, and then none of us have to be alone on
Christmas morning.” His fingers touched the center of her hand, tickling her palm, and it was like electricity hit her, in the pit of her stomach.

  “Tell him yes, Kitten.” Russ’s breath tickled her ear, brushed her hair.

  “That’s very nice of you.”

  “No, I’m being selfish. I’m all on my own, and you guys are very, very sexy.” His voice had dropped, and it almost growled along her skin.

  She shivered, and when Russ rubbed against her side, pushing her closer to Dave, her lips parted. Dave hummed, his eyes flicking past her to Russ. She could feel Russ’s nod, knew he’d given his permission for this kiss.

  “He says you’re sweet.” Dave leaned closer, lips brushing hers. “That you play.”

  Gretchen moaned softly, shuddered. “It’s Christmas.” She wasn’t sure what that meant, but it was what she said.

  “Mmm. Then Merry Christmas to us, yeah? Seems to me you have a whole suitcase of naughty presents.”

  “That’s for work.”

  Russell chuckled, hand sliding up to cup her breast under her sweater, forefinger and thumb gripping her nipple hard enough that she sucked in a breath. “Not all of it is for work.”

  “You’ll have to show me the difference.” Dave’s voice had dropped down low.

  “I can do that.” Russell’s voice was a growl, those fingers tugging on her as he spoke.

  “Russ?”

  “You deserve a Christmas present, Kitten. Something new.”

  The taxi pulled up in front of Mandalay Bay.

  “I’m volunteering for that position.” Dave gave her and Russ a wicked smile before turning his attention to paying the cabbie.

  Russ helped her out, kept her close. “He’s hot, Kitten. He wants you.”

  “You don’t know him…”

  “Baby, he tripped all over your holiday dildos. That’s got to be worth something.”

  “Russ!” She couldn’t help it; she busted out laughing, fingers twining with his.

  Smiling at her, he pulled her along, helped her walk with her missing heels. They followed Dave in, the man having taken command of the luggage.

  “I…” She wanted a drink, but she needed a bathroom, to fix her makeup, change her shoes.

  “Elevators are this way.” Dave smiled and then led the way through the maze of shops and slots, his ass looking fine in a pair of tight jeans.

  Russ gave a little growl. “Look at that sexy walk.”

  “Horndog.” She squealed and jumped as Russ popped her ass.

  “No more than my eager Kitten is.”

  “How did you two… I was only outside without you a few minutes!”

  Russ shrugged. “Your dildos were all over the floor, babe. Men bond over things like that.”

  They headed into the elevator, Christmas music filling the air. Dave was close again, and without all the smells from the airport, the cab or the casino, she could smell Dave now. Male and spicy, different than Russ, but good. Oh, yes, he smelled good.

  “We’re on the fifteenth floor, away from the noise.” He was tall, as tall as Russ, and they bookended her.

  “Nice and private. Though we might have to gag you, Kitten, so the neighbors don’t complain.” Russ bumped her hip.

  “Is she a screamer, Russell?”

  Gretchen groaned, ducked her head, her hair falling over her face.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s a yes.” Dave chuckled and before anyone could say anything else, the elevator came to a stop. He led them down a hall, the sounds of the parties going on all around them.

  God, she was nervous. Excited. Wet. This was crazy.

  “Welcome to my parlor.” He opened the door.

  Chapter Two

  The room was elegant, with a huge, king-sized bed, a TV, desk, table and chairs, and a little kitchenette. There was a door to the right she could only assume was the bathroom.

  Russ squeezed her tight. “Looks perfect, doesn’t it, Kitten?”

  “It’s lovely.” There was only one bed. She stepped out of the broken shoes.

  “Please. Sit, your feet must be sore.”

  “I have to… well, pee.”

  Smiling, Dave opened the door for her, letting her into the lavish bathroom. She wanted to take a shower and spend some time getting her composure back, but she didn’t think it was a good idea to leave Russ and Dave alone, not when they’d managed to share far too much in just a few minutes at a crowded airport.

  They were waiting for her when she came out, twin smiles turned on her. Smiling back, she sat on the edge of the bed. Dave knelt down in front of her, hands going to her right foot the moment she was sitting. He started rubbing it, smiled up at her.

  “Oh…” She sighed, the pressure just right, the touch incredibly intimate.

  Russ settled behind her on the bed, a leg on either side of her, watching as Dave worked her feet. “He looks good on his knees, doesn’t he, Kitten?”

  “Mmm.” Russ’s fingers found her breasts, cupping them like he was offering them to Dave.

  Dave licked his lips, leaning in slightly, but not touching.

  “Wait until I tell you, boy.” Russell’s growl was sweet, familiar. “We’re going to make her beg for it. Make her come over and over.”

  Dave’s eyes had gone dark, the pupils huge. He licked his lips again. The fingers on her feet kept working, though, making her feel good.

  “Russ.”

  “Uh-uh.” Russell’s teeth nipped her ear. “Master, Kitten. All night long.”

  Dave whimpered, fingers digging in harder. “Master…” he whispered.

  “That’s right, boy. As Kitten here can tell you, I can smell a sub a mile away. I found her, dressed in a business suit, selling advertising.”

  “She’s beautiful. Hot.” Dave grinned. “You are, too.”

  Russ chuckled. “I shaved her last night, cleaned her pretty pussy up.”

  Dave whimpered.

  Gretchen squeezed her eyes closed. That hadn’t been all Russ had done. He’d changed her clit ring, making her nerves scream. Her clit was still swollen, excited. Needy.

  “Please, Master.” Dave’s voice was rough, need threading through it. “May I see?”

  Russ’s hand touched Dave’s cheek, jaw. “Yes, pretty boy.”

  Dave whimpered again and nuzzled Russ’s hand, almost purring. Sexy man.

  Dave’s hands slid up her legs, heading for the waistband of her slacks. He was an eager puppy, hands moving on her like she was something special.

  “Take your time, boy.” Russ kissed the side of her neck.

  Russ’s fingers started working the tiny pearl buttons on the front of her sweater open, slowly, one at a time. Dave’s fingers weren’t quite shaking as he undid the top button on her dress pants, began to tug the zipper down.

  “I can smell you, Kitten.”

  Gretchen moaned, shook her head, shivered.

  “God, that’s sexy. The two of you are amazing.” Dave pressed a kiss to her belly, right next to her navel.

  “You pick a lot of couples up at airports?” Her fingers brushed against his thick hair.

  He pushed into the touch like a cat. “You’re my first.”

  “Not your first time with a Dom, though, hmm?” Russ sounded so sure.

  Dave’s cheeks heated a little, and he shook his head. “No. It’s not.”

  Her sweater was open, her red lace bra exposed, her pierced nipples hard and aching. Dave eased her slacks down over her hips, exposing her matching thong.

  “Fuck, you’re all wrapped up for Christmas.” Dave leaned in, heading for her right breast.

  She expected Russ to say no, but he didn’t; he lifted her breast, offered her lace-covered nipple. “She needs it, a firm touch.”

  Groaning, Dave closed the distance between them, lips circling her nipple. His tongue was hot, burning against her skin through the lace, and she whimpered, her back arching, butt pushing into Russ’s body.

  “That’s it, Kitten, show us how much you
like having your sweet little titties sucked.” Russ’s words seemed to spur Dave on, and the suction increased.

  “Oh…” She moaned, bit back a curse word. More. She wanted more.

  Dave’s tongue got in on the action, lapping across the tip as he sucked. Russ found her other nipple, pinching through the bra, squeezing her flesh around the ring. The burn made her buck, hips sliding as her pussy ached. She could feel the heat of Dave’s breath surrounding her nipple, and then from his hands as they pushed at her pants, moving them farther down her hips.

  “Lift up. Let him see you.”

  She raised her butt, her slacks slipping away.

  “Beautiful.” Dave leaned in and licked at the small triangle of silk that covered her.

  “Isn’t she sweet? Can you smell her, Dave?”

  “Russ…”

  A sharp slap hit her hip. “Kitten.”

  “Master. Fuck. Please.”

  “No cursing.” Another swat stung her inner thigh.

  Dave moaned. “She’s fucking amazing.”

  “If you were mine, there’d be no cursing from you, either.”

  Dave looked past her to meet Russ’s eyes. “Treat me like I’m yours.”

  “You have a safeword, boy?”

  Dave grinned, looking sheepish and cocky at the same time. “Rentboy.”

  “Kitten’s is ladybug. I expect you to honor it.”

  “Yes, sir.” Dave nodded, then looked at Gretchen instead of Russ and smiled.

  “This is crazy.” She traced his lips with her fingers.

  “Why?” He tried to capture her fingers, lips and tongue chasing them.

  “We were in the airport.”

  “Yeah. And that sucked, didn’t it?”

  Russ laughed. “He’s got a point, Kitten. And this doesn’t suck. At least not yet.”

  “No. Not yet.”

  Dave spread her thighs a little, moaned. “So sweet!”

  “You want to taste her, boy? You want to make her wild?” Russ’s voice rumbled against her back, asking such wicked things.

  Her thong was pulled off, her pussy bared. Dave leaned forward, tongue slipping along the slit, hot as a flame. “Oh, God, she tastes like honey.” He licked harder, tongue sliding deeper.