by Cathryn Cade
He gave her such a wicked look that she clenched her thighs on his lean flanks.
“Yes. You, kissing another woman.”
She froze. Then a fiery blush flooded up her throat and over her face.
He traced the cupid’s bow of her lip.
“Ah, so you remember.”
“I—it was just that one time, and I—she kissed me, Steven. Honestly!”
He shook his head, his lips pursed. “Naughty Tessa. Very naughty. And very, very hot.”
She blinked. “Really?”
He made a low growling noise in his throat.
“Oh, yeah. This is a whole new facet of you, sweetheart.”
“But—it will never happen again.”
“Huh. Well, if it ever does, promise me you’ll let me watch.”
She looked at him through her lashes.
“Well, you are my commander.”
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Tyger, Tyger, Burning Bryght
The best dreams are made of naughty and spice.
Dream Machine
© 2009 Jayne Rylon
Rebecca Williams is about to achieve her goal of graduating from a prestigious university and winning a coveted spot in her mentor’s cutting-edge psychology practice. She just needs one more qualification: sexual experience. She never dreamed it would come at the hands of the man she’s admired and wanted for six years. Dr. Kurt Foster.
Kurt, a brilliant psychologist in the field of sexual therapy, is a scientist to the core. Attraction and lust are nothing more than chemical reactions, in his clinical opinion. Love? It’s just a figment of the imagination born of nature’s directives. He’s on the brink of proving it with a new machine that uncovers latent desires.
In short order, Becca’s forbidden lust for her boss is exposed. As Kurt continues to enlighten her on the darker facets of her sexuality, the student unexpectedly becomes the teacher.
And suddenly Kurt is confronted with the irrefutable proof that love is so much more than a societal construction.
Warning: This book is only suitable for readers who are turned on by hot doctors engaging in sexual experiments, bondage, ménage a trois, exhibitionism, suspension, anal sex and other deviant behavior using mechanical stimulation devices they’ve invented to make your wildest dreams come true.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Dream Machine:
“I set a tool I’m going to use to gather data just outside your pussy. In a moment, I’m going to insert it. Then we’ll start taking measurements. I need to verify the machines are functioning as intended.”
The thought alone made her muscles clamp. I am so screwed. His clinical narration couldn’t disguise the erotic nature of what was about to happen. Her body strained toward him. More of her come pooled below her ass on the table.
“Though, I have to admit, the sight of you like this is making it very difficult for me to concentrate. Would you like to assist me?” His legendary virility couldn’t be suppressed. His reaction would be the same independent of the subject but, unlike her, Kurt didn’t feel the need to hide his nature. It would be no hardship to ease his discomfort. In fact, it would be a dream come true.
“Yes, Doctor. Tell me what to do,” she whispered.
Sliding his fingers into her hair, he tugged until she turned to face him.
“Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?” Though tempted to lie so he wouldn’t think her naïve, the power of his smoky eyes demanded an honest answer.
“No.” She rolled her eyes when her voice came close to squeaking. She wanted to know what he tasted like, what his stiff flesh would feel like against her lips. She wanted to make him experience even a fraction of the longing she did when he came near. She wanted to make him burn, too. “But I want to know how. Teach me?”
Faster than she thought possible, Kurt lunged closer. Holding the base of his cock, he teased her by rubbing the head against her lips to spread his salty moisture over them. When her tongue nipped out and stole a sample, he moaned. Loving that she had the power to affect him too, she reached her tongue out again and licked the purple tip of his cock.
“Open up.” He moaned again, and then thrust between her lips.
Absorbed in her explorations, Rebecca ran her tongue around the ridge of flesh near the head then traced the most prominent vein to his balls. She loved his tangy flavor and the clean, earthy scent of his skin. She tugged him deeper with her unpracticed suckling, letting his groans and sighs guide her. He seemed content to let them both indulge for a moment.
Then, keying the remote in his lab jacket, he triggered the probe’s forward motion.
“Ohh!” She moaned around his shaft. The steady pressure built on the opening of her pussy. She struggled to concentrate on his cock as the smooth device impaled her, driving her wild.
“I can feel the vibrations all the way up my spine when you do that.” Kurt’s low encouragement filled her with smug satisfaction. He fucked her face with careful, shallow strokes since her bound state limited motion.
The probe bottomed out, fully embedded in her. The base tucked against her sensitive vulva. The monitor across the table from her began drawing a glowing line, measuring the clasp of her channel as the device tunneled into her at a deliberate pace. The whir and low clanking of the moving parts contributed to her arousal. The probe was thicker than Dr. Foster’s fingers but nowhere near as wide as the erection overflowing her mouth. She wondered what it would feel like to be stretched so wide.
He initiated the cyclic motion of the probe. It entered then retracted from her hot hole before beginning again. Kurt’s growl drew her attention.
“It’s working. The monitor is confirming the passion I can see on your face. Damn, that’s hot.” When he pressed his shaft further into her mouth, the line on the screen jumped. With a wicked grin, he teased her, “I see you enjoy it when I make you take me deeper. How far can you go, Becca?”
She opened her mouth wider, inviting him to find out. His tempo matched the measured strokes of the probe fucking her. She gripped the machine with her inner muscles, loving the rough friction it generated when it forced its way back inside her. Kurt fondled her breasts as he continued to slide his dick in and out of her sucking mouth. First, he brushed his fingers against her nipples with glancing strokes of his fingertips. Then he pinched them with a gentle grip.
He tested her to see what she liked.
“Mmm.” She moaned around him wondering if the green line climbed on the printout behind her. Surprise filtered through her arousal. She hadn’t expected to enjoy pleasuring him this way. The wet sounds of the probe entering her repeatedly mixed with the slurps she made as she swallowed around Kurt’s dick.
“This is amazing. The way you surrender to passion is incredible.” He panted now. “Damn it, Becca, ease up. I won’t be able to stop myself from coming in your mouth.”
At his words, the beeping got higher pitched.
“The probe readings just spiked. You want my hot come on your tongue?” Again, the sounds escalated. His primal shout echoed in the stark room as his cock grew firmer and longer, the ridges gaining definition against her tongue. His revelation must have driven him beyond control.
“Drink it. Every last drop.”
Half -man, half-beast, untamable…except by the one woman born for him.
Tyger, Tyger Burning Bryght
© 2008 Cathryn Cade
The Orion Series.
As a novice interpreter aboard the space ship Orion, Calla Fellura is in uncharted territory. Especially when it comes to figuring out how to approach the ship’s sexy navigator, who seems to have no shortage of willing women vying for his attention.
Tryon Jag is an alpha male tyger, one of the few who possess the instincts to guide a ship safe
ly through the deadly Cattarus system. Handsome, wealthy, and of royal blood, Jag controls his universe—and most of the females in it—as easily as he navigates the Orion.
But when Jag unexpectedly undergoes his mating shift on board ship instead of safely on his home planet, he must have a woman or go mad with rage and lust. With an eco-saboteur somewhere aboard, there couldn’t be a worse time for him to lose his mind.
For the sake of duty, Calla forces herself into Jag’s lair. And finds herself blossoming into a true Tyger lily, a woman born to enchant a powerful beast.
The only woman who can save Jag—and the entire crew—from certain annihilation.
Warning: Submitting to a big cat can lead to a tongue-lashing & steamy sex at his command.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Tyger, Tyger Burning Bryght:
Calla Fellura, interpreter second class, Tygean, sank to her knees on the soft mossy floor of the arboretum and bowed her head to show submission to the male Tyger looming behind her. His deep snarl ran through her like an electric current, every cell of her body reverberating with fear, and yet, with something else—a primitive feminine reply. This was a male of her kind, calling her to mate with him. A handsome, virile male she had been secretly watching and admiring for days.
She had seen him the first day of the voyage, at crew briefing. Commander Jag had lounged with arrogant grace on the podium, his golden eyes under their heavy brows flickering over the crew below with seeming disinterest. She had known better—a Tyger always knew his crew down to the last cook’s helper.
Interpreters, especially, were valued by crew leaders on the long voyages. Nearly everyone spoke the universal language, as well as their native tongues, but each planet’s culture had subtle differentiations of intonation and gesture that could cause misunderstandings, leading to shipboard quarrels, or breakdowns in trade negotiations. Interpreters looked for these differences in conversation, and guided the different parties to understanding.
Calla had met Jag’s eyes, and then blushed with chagrin and embarrassment when his golden gaze flicked past her with no signal of interest. She was disappointed, but not overly surprised—she was not from one of the royal Tygean houses, as she had heard he was, and although she knew she was attractive, there were certainly flashier, more sexually experienced females aboard to catch his eyes.
She had continued to admire him from afar, and found herself fantasizing about him at night in her narrow bunk, instead of accepting one of the sexual offers she had received from other shipmates.
Shipboard romances were as common as shared meals, and since everyone was vaccinated against unwanted pregnancy and STDs, the often fleeting liaisons were an accepted part of life for those who made their living on the inter-galaxy runs. Voyages could last for months, and the space crews were a lusty lot. There were also licensed sexual companions on board for those who craved some sort of sexual variation.
On Calla’s first voyage, a handsome young Tygean had wooed her into his bunk. She had given him her virginity, and enjoyed their two encounters, but sensed there must be something more than the gentle orgasms he had given her. After that, she had put him off. She had no great urge to further their liaison.
Now, she wanted no one but the tall, handsome navigator with the piercing eyes and arrogantly carved face. Her sensual thoughts about him kept her awake at night, and left her flushed and restless. Something about him was awakening a side of her nature that she had explored only a little.
When the captain sent a com message to the female Tygeans aboard, asking one of them to go to him, she had immediately volunteered, without allowing herself time to consider the consequences. She would be helping her ship, and her crewmates, she told herself.
Now she realized with sick clarity that more than altruism had guided her—she had also acted on her intense attraction to him. O Tigress, what had she done? He didn’t care who she was—in the grip of his intense mating urges, any Tygean female would do. And she was committed now. He was not fully in control of himself—he was nearly mad with desire.
Her breathing quick and shallow, she felt, rather than heard him approach her from behind. Heat radiated off his body as he came very close to her, filling his nostrils with her scent—learning about her, and searching for the scent of other males. He would find none—her first sexual encounter had been months ago.
“You know what you have done?” he growled softly, but with a sharp edge to his deep voice, as if he held himself under a tenuous control. “You are in my lair, woman. You offer yourself to me?”
She shuddered, his deep, commanding voice curling through her like a velvet whip.
“Yes—I do,” she managed huskily.
He snarled fiercely, and she flinched, gasping as she felt his hot breath on the back of her bowed neck.
“Then accept me,” he snarled. The words vibrated in the tendons of her neck as his fangs scraped over the nape of her neck and sank into her skin, not breaking it, but holding her there for the mating act. Every cell in her body responded to the primitive hold, heat flooding through her. If she were not already on her knees, she would have fallen.
His powerful hands closed over her shoulders and flexed. She felt the short, curving claws on the ends of his fingers. He raked them lightly down her arms, and her flight suit fell away, down her torso, leaving her bare to the waist. She instinctively covered her bare breasts with one arm.
Another slash of his claws and she felt the air on her bare bottom, the soft fabric of her flight suit settling about her thighs. He had stripped her with two swift slashes of his dangerous claws, not even grazing her skin.
He snarled again, the sound reverberating through her spine, into her skull. She felt the incredibly silky whorls of fur, the heat of his body on her bare back as he forced her forward, bending her over beneath him.
Something huge and hard prodded between her ass cheeks, slid between her thighs, hot and silky smooth, jerking and quivering with need—his cock. Her breath squeezed in her throat and she fell forward as he demanded, digging her fingers into the soft, cool moss.
It was true what they said about a shifted Tyger’s cock—he was huge! O Tigress, what if he tore her? She had used special ointment purchased from a little shop in the plaza in Lyon City to oil herself, but she was still afraid. She had hoped perhaps for a liaison with a normal-sized male when she bought the ointment—she had not been planning on this!
He was growling unceasingly now, one of his huge hands sliding down her belly and cupping her mons, his fingers probing into the slick folds of her labia. He grazed her clitoris, but she had no time to do more than jerk at the sensation because he was using his huge fingers, the claws carefully retracted, to part her. He shoved her thighs wide apart with his own, and began to work his cock urgently into her.
He was huge and hot, and it felt as if he were trying to drive a spaceship into a tiny shuttle slot. She crouched there in his grasp, her bottom presented to him with her thighs wide apart, her face in the cool moss, his teeth working slightly on her neck, stinging. She was female to his male, in the totally vulnerable sexual position.
She hoped wildly that he would not bite her and snap her spinal cord when he came, that she could stretch just a little more to take him, that it would be over soon! It stung inside now as well, verging on painful as he stretched her tight channel. He thrust deeper, forging his way into her vagina, shuddering with the intensity of his need. She gritted her teeth, knowing he could not stop now even if she cried out.
Heat and need lie below the veil…
Veiled Heat
© 2009 Leigh Wyndfield
A Heat Series Story.
Demoted and tossed into the farthest reaches of the universe, Trooper Callie Justice finds herself surrounded by the Ventura’s crew of slackers, dimwits and delinquents. The depressing realization that her career is over, combined with her uncontrollable lust for the ship’s sexy captain, confirms it—she’s losing her mind.
Captain Rafe Vantry led with his ego when he bet he could take the worst ship in the fleet and turn it around. But nothing on the Ventura works, least of all the crew—and the idea he’s going to lose seriously pisses him off. On top of that, the Relaxation Program has malfunctioned, matching him with an unknown woman for a night of anonymous sex. His strict sense of protocol forbids it, but the lure of losing himself in a woman’s body proves too great.
As things heat up between Callie and Rafe in the cool, silent darkness of the Relaxation Chamber, everything around them falls apart. A supervirus is running rampant, and Rafe’s suspicions of sabotage grow stronger when Callie’s personnel files mysteriously disappear.
When the veil is finally lifted, the glaring light of truth will reveal what is real—and what could destroy them all.
Warning: Hot sex, adult words, and lots of adventure in and out of the sack!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Veiled Heat:
Whoever came up with the Relaxation Program had to have been insane and brilliant at the same time. Rafe had often envisioned a bunch of senior brass sitting around a conference table, trying to figure out how to keep the men and women on a ship from, as his friend Jigs used to say, “Fucking like bunnies.”
Fifty years ago, someone had proposed letting the Troopers have sex, but keeping their partners a mystery.
While it went against all the rules of the service and the top brass were a conservative, older lot, they had to face facts. The gods had built the human form to need sex and to lie, cheat and disobey orders to get it. The longer the tour, the more fornicating in dark corners occurred.
When a computer program was developed which not only matched monogamous partners for the whole tour but also kept those soldiers from knowing the identity of one another, the brass had finally found a way to make sex palatable. Rafe had to admit, it appealed to him on some level as well. He was, at his heart, a guy who wanted to come home every night to one woman. He’d always thought if he found the woman he loved, he’d leave ship duty and take a desk job at HQ. Raise a family. All that stuff people talked about as fairy tales.
