by Lacy Danes
Another young man with gleaming black hair strode forward and growled as he bowed to them.
Abysis grunted and clicked in this throat. “You will bring up hot water and a bath.”
It was truly amazing that she could hear him, but strange not to know what the others said. Would she learn over time the difference between one growl and another? At the moment they all sounded the same. She could talk to the servants and to Abysis. For now, that was all she needed.
He cupped her bottom in his hands and carried her from the railing.
As he strode down the hall, she rested her head on his shoulder staring at the castle interior as they passed.
They turned a corner, and a door opened behind them. She glimpsed a small child crying. His head was buried on the woman’s shoulder much as she had hers on Abysis’s.
The woman ran her hand up the child’s back and tried to soothe him. Her heart ached at the intimacy between them. She had never experienced that closeness with another while growing up. Her nurse and governess before her pa died were nice enough, but they never loved her. After he died, no one loved her.
“What is it, my Jessica? I can feel your sorrow.”
“It is nothing.” She shook her head and pushed the image away. Abysis…He had passion for her. That was more than anything she had experienced.
Abysis pushed open a door and then closed it. Flickering candles illuminated the room’s circular shape and cast a warm inviting glow. What a strange room. He strode to the side of the room and placed her on her feet.
Tapestries covered the walls depicting cat-beings kissing and hugging, leading each other blindly into rays of light and into darkness. The feeling of trust and a sense of the unknown came from each image. Willingly one followed the other into the unfamiliar, the hidden, the unspoken.
Her eyes settled on the large platform in the middle of the room. Four poles marked each corner and two more at the center of each side. From each pillar, large gold rings pierced the wood at different heights and angles. The surface of the stage itself was covered with a cushion of puckered silk, like a mattress. What did they use that for? It reminded her a bit of an animal tie.
She glanced around the rest of the room.
“Abysis, what is this room?” And what do you plan to do to me here?
He turned toward her and reached for something folded on a stand, then held up a length of dark cloth.
“This will heighten your pleasure. When you can’t see, you can only feel the sensations in their purity.” He raised the cloth and placed it over her eyes. Wrapping it about her head, he cinched it tight.
His touch ran down her arms, and his hands circled her wrists. “Come.” He lifted her and placed her standing on a plush smooth surface.
“Give me your hands, my goddess Jessica.” He grasped first her right hand, then her left, and wrapped something soft about her wrists.
A tugging sensation pulled at her wrist and her hand slowly rose until her arm stretched out. Her arm shook, unsure what he was going to do to her.
He gentled the tremor by kissing a trail down her extended arm. Reaching her shoulder, his teeth scraped across her skin and down toward her breasts. Fire slid through that path and her nipples pebbled hard.
She wanted his mouth on her nipples. On any part of her body. She did not fear being unable to see. She trusted him to bring her delight. She thrust her breasts forward, indicating her desire and his mouth left her.
“Wait. No, come back!”
A touch traced the outside of her left breast and slowly spiraled the globe until it neared her nipple. Her chest rose raggedly, waiting for the touch to flick the sensitive peak. The touch disappeared. She reached out for him with her free hand, but he was nowhere.
His fingers sketched a line on the back of her free arm to her wrist. Then, yanking on the soft rope, he pulled and tied the bind tight.
“You are beautiful.” His fingers roved over her shoulders, sending twinges of delight through her.
A touch trailed down her spine to the crack of her bum; his finger settled then with tiny touches. As if playing the piano, he circled the curve of her hip and the swell of her bottom. Fever dewed her skin and she trembled. His touch was the most exquisite thing. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman.
Unable to see him, she remembered the preparation chamber and the heat of the skin about his sex. Her skin blazed that hot. His breath labored by her ear. All she wanted was this man to continue touching and possessing her.
“Abysis, I…I want to feel your body on mine. Your skin touching every bit of me, your sex joined with me again.”
He growled, his tongue tracing the lobe of her ear, then tickling down her neck. His body heat warmed her from behind, and then with a kick of his foot he slid her legs apart. His hands busily tied her feet, spreading her so that she could not move.
Then he was gone.
“Abysis?” Where was he?
“Oh goddess, you are…indefinable.”
Abysis stood back and stared; it was all he could do. Her beauty entranced him. Stretched wide, every inch of her was exposed for him to touch and see. Her nipples stood at points, the lips of her cunny hung swollen from her exposed extended legs. The muscles of her thighs shook.
He kneeled down before her and placed his lips on her large toe. His tongue slid out and he traced the digit. She jumped and he continued to slide his tongue up the bridge of her foot.
He wanted to lick, suck, and nibble every part of her. His teeth scraped her ankle, and he nibbled his way, kissing and massaging with his tongue, up her leg to her knee. He sampled her skin like a delicacy he never encountered before.
His hands grasped hard onto her thighs, then released to tickle the sensitive inside flesh that led to her sex.
He drew circles in the softness near her curls. Her breath labored in and out, and her muscles shook uncontrollably. Every motion she made caressed him. She was here. She was his.
His breath joined hers in a strain for air. He waited, lightly caressing her skin. Waiting for her to arch with strong need into his caress.
The bliss would come. He felt it build in her with each touch. He had watched this act enough times to know what to do, but now that it was his mate tied to the posts, the torture, as sweet as it was to pleasure her, grated him.
He wanted to enter her, to mate with her a dozen times in a night. He leaned in and kissed her breasts, careful not to touch the sensitive centers.
The sweetest-sounding gasp escaped her shaking lips, and the bliss rose higher. His cock strained, hardening, lengthening at the sensations connecting them.
His touch trailed over the smooth creamy flesh of her thigh to the crease of the buttocks. He never imagined she would be so soft. Lifting her firm swell, dewed flesh scented with hot arousal touched his fingers. He moaned and she arched toward him, pushing her curls directly into his nose.
Sweet goddess. Yes.
He nuzzled the fur, his tongue sliding out along the dripping flesh. She bucked and whimpered, her legs tremoring with need.
His hands separated her cheeks and his fingers delved into the humid flesh, searching for her pucker of sensation. His tongue continued to lap at her sex as his finger circled and tapped at a steady pace, pushing her toward bliss.
She writhed against the restraints as he steadied his massaging and applied steady pressure to the pucker, careful not to enter, just tease.
“Oh…Oh…!” Jessica’s hips arched and pressed into him again, her bliss washing over him. His tongue lapped as his finger pushed into her arse, and she quaked.
She screamed and pulled against the ropes in her release. He smiled. He truly couldn’t have wished for a more sensuous mate. Quickly he untied the restraints about her ankles.
He straightened, his ballocks aching with seed for her. He paced around to the back of her and ran his hands about her waist.
“Abysis, you will join with me now?”
His fingers found her
nipple and pinched as his other hand angled her hips, pulling her legs closer together. The softness of her bum nestled against his sex, and he eagerly pushed his hardness between. The drenching flesh he had just tasted welcomed him. The head of his phallus pushed into her.
“Oh, Abysis.” Her hips pushed back against him, and her flesh slid down the length of his cock.
His legs shook, his hips arched, pulling out of her balmy core. Wrapping his arms about her stomach, he let himself go.
Sweet goddess. His rhythm was rough, harsh as he fucked her. Her cunny caressed each penetration, each thrust of their join. His lips kissed the salty skin of her neck, licking his mark, making her tremble in every pore of her being.
“Oh, Jessica, my queen.” His pleasure came on all at once. His body tingled as his seed erupted into her. He jerked and roared, squeezing her as every ounce of him poured into her.
His knees weakened and he leaned into her, panting. He shook his head, numb from head to toe. No one ever said mating was so involved. He truly felt his entire body flow into her as he spent. He kissed her shoulder. They were truly one.
The first night of their mating would be undisturbed. After that, the celebrations would begin, and he intended to mate with her several times more this night. Abysis pulled himself from her soft petals; swollen with blood, they clung to his cock as he fell from her. Her body shuddered.
“Abysis.”
“Yes, my goddess. Did you enjoy that?”
“How is it you can give such pleasure to me when I am not of your kind?”
“It is the way it has always been,” he said as he licked and scraped her ear with his teeth. “We cannot breed with our own, only with the human kind. Each generation has a prechosen queen. The heir can only smell her; he is only aroused by her and can only spill his seed into her. I, too, have never experienced this pleasure until tonight.”
He lowered his head and swirled her nipple into his warm mouth. “Each year the female Felis who become enheated select their male human to shed their innocence. The male Felis, who participate, are chosen by a lottery and then they choose their mate in order of age.”
Her body arched and pulled against the ropes that held her. He would bring her release again.
“Oh, so I belong here with you. This was meant to be?”
“Yes, you more than belong here. You are the highest-ranking female of the Catus.”
Tears silently ran down her cheeks. “I have never belonged anywhere,” she whispered.
He studied her, confused by her tears and the happiness flowing from her. “Well, you do now and you always have.” He growled and pressed his fingers to her womb. “You are the mother to our next generation.”
Jessica sighed. This man, even if not human, desired her more than anyone in her life. For the first time she knew she was where she belonged.
The pleasure is all yours if you’re ready to let your fantasies take control and surrender yourself to desire…
“The Principles of Lust”
Sleek and sexy erotic art gallery owner Teal Jamison knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to let carpenter Zach Dillon know that her current fantasy features him in all his masculine glory. But Zach has a deliciously different game in mind for a woman accustomed to taking charge…
“Passion Play”
Quick to follow where passion leads, then back off when things get too close, jewelry designer Mia Jones’s sensual odyssey with singles columnist Dominick Jamison is perfect: hot, sweet, and no risk of complications. But how long can her heart stay cold—when she’s lost in the heat of a man devoted to every forbidden pleasure her body craves?
“Sexual Healing”
When massage therapist Caitlyn Ellis shows photographer Scott Lowell the joys of sensual self-love for the camera, he can’t resist the erotic invitation to take pleasure in her lush curves—or deny himself the hands-on ecstasy of loving a beautiful woman determined to heal his battered soul…by setting his body on fire.
Please turn the page for an exciting sneak peek of.
Sasha White’s LUSH,
coming next month from Aphrodisia!
Prologue
It was riveting.
At first glance it was rude. But the longer Teal looked at it, the more details she noticed and the faster her pulse raced. The photograph shifted from rude to raw as she looked past the shadowed anus and the pouting pussy lips.
She noticed the strength of the hands caressing those curved hips. The water droplets scattered over taut skin of beautifully molded buttocks and firm thighs, as if recently washed, but not dried. The background was dark, the bodies anonymous. There was nothing else to the photo. Erotic in its simplicity, the only thing that mattered was the touch of those hands and the sensations they created.
The visible wetness that covered the woman’s swollen sex made it gleam lasciviously, and Teal almost wished it were her that was bent over, being caressed, being prepared masterfully for a night of erotic attention. She swallowed and squeezed her thighs together as the photograph evolved from raw to luscious.
It was in that moment that the idea came to her. She’d been feeling a little lost and alone, like she didn’t have purpose. Her parents were happy in their corner of the world, her brother had found a career he seemed to thrive in. Yet for her, jobs came and went, men came and went. Nothing seemed to challenge her anymore.
She knew there was more to life than partying, and she wanted to have goals. She knew she could do anything if she put her mind to it. She’d just never had a clue what she’d wanted to do before. Other than be successful, be independent. But right then, when she looked at that photograph, a lightning bolt struck and she knew.
She knew she could use her ambition and drive, her salacious mind, and her ability to think outside the box to carve her own special niche in the world. A successful and unique one that would be all hers.
And it would be called Lush.
1
It was crunch time. Less than a week until opening day and Teal Jamison didn’t have time to fuck around. Especially with something as frustrating as some punk kids spray-painting nasty messages on the front of her building. Pissed off and stressed out about all the piddly little things that kept screwing up her plans, she strode into her soon-to-be art gallery muttering to herself only to stop dead in her tracks.
Anger turned to desire, and excitement of a different sort flowed through her at the sight that greeted her. Soft faded denim stretched lovingly across perfect tight male glutes
All thoughts of temperamental artists, inconsistent suppliers, and juvenile delinquents evaporated as she watched the man straighten from his bent position. She enjoyed the sight of a worn leather tool belt framing his ass perfectly.
Now that’s a work of art.
“Looking good, Zach,” she purred as she dropped her backpack on the reception desk and continued in his direction. An hour or two of wrestling naked with him would certainly take the edge off her stress.
The carpenter ran a loving hand over the custom-built mahogany shelf he’d just finished installing before turning to her. “Thanks, Teal, but I’m just helping bring your vision of the place together.”
“Oh, I’ve no doubt the gallery will be beautiful, but I was referring to the view when I walked in.” She winked at him and gave his impressive form an obvious once-over.
His eyes flared brightly at her brazen comment befor they closed in a slow, lazy blink that made her knees weak. When he looked at her again, the heat was banked and his smile was unhurried. “Well, that’s the point of the setup right? That the view be good from every angle?”
Zachary Dillon had come highly recommended as the finish carpenter fot her new art gallery, and she’d made it a point to be completely professional with him. But his work for her was almost done, and she was ready to be more than his boss.
Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled a cloth from his tool belt and wiped his hands. His rough, calloused, manly hands that w
ere large enough to hold her C-cup breasts and make her feel small. Her nipples pebbled in response to her thoughts, and she lifted her gaze to his.
“I was talking about you, darlin’.” She couldn’t help it. Flirting had always been second nature to her; man or woman, it didn’t matter. She flirted and charmed…and usually got whatever she wanted.
From the start, just being around Zach had made her blood heat and her pulse race, but she’d remained professional. She didn’t want anything getting in the way of Lush’s success, not even her own libido. Even now, waiting until his work for her was completely finished would be the smartest thing to do, but she’d had a shit day and her emotions were running high.
She touched his bare arm lightly and gave him the slow sultry smile that usually got her whatever she wanted. “You’re looking good.”
“Thank you.” His voice was a bit deeper as he shifted his weight to his other foot, taking him just out of her reach. He gave her a knowing smile as he reached for the sweatshirt he’d left on a nearby stool and pulled it on over his ragged T-shirt.
“I can’t do anything else until I pick up more varnish, so I’m done for the day. I’ll see you bright and early Monday, Teal.” He picked up an old wooden toolbox and waved to her with his other hand. “Have a good night.”
Teal said good night and watched him saunter away.
What the hell had just happened? She’d come on to him; in fact, she couldn’t have been more obvious if she’d stripped off her clothes and said, “Let’s wrestle naked.” And he’d walked away!
Men never walked away from her.
There was a definite attraction between them. She knew the spark of lust when she saw it. By investing all of her savings into opening the very first completely erotic art gallery around, she was betting her future on knowing that look.
So why would a big, healthy, and attractive man walk away from a woman he desired?
