by Sara Rustan
She knew how he felt about her, could feel the warmth and passion that he brought to their joining, and finally was able to relax and accept that Tom was her mate. He wanted this, wanted her.
“I love you,” she said. “I love you forever and always.”
Tom’s eyes went dark with passion, and he exploded into action, pumping into her with incredible energy.
She came in seconds, but the ride continued. He only slowed down enough to pull at her shirt. “Breasts,” he said.
His hands were holding her in place, so she pulled the shirt off and let it fall to the floor.
They sank onto the floor so that he could suck her nipple into his mouth without removing himself from her pulsing sheath. Both of them whimpered with pleasure.
Janeth slid her arms beneath his shirt again and stroked the solid muscles of his chest and back, running her hand wherever she could reach.
“Janeth,” he murmured. “I have to finish.” She moved so that she could roll to the floor, all the time maintaining their physical connection.
She wanted to give him this. She wanted to experience it with him. She gripped his ass and rolled her pelvis up to intensify his thrusts.
He groaned and his face went blank. If not for her connection to his emotions, she would have feared she had hurt him. But he was only lost in passion.
“More, harder, faster,” he said.
She moved one hand from his ass to cup his balls. With the other hand she dipped into their cream and moved a finger to his snug opening, paying careful attention to his reactions. She dipped a finger in, and his balls tightened.
“Janeth,” he said, his voice deep and rough, “fuck me.” And he rolled over so that she was on top.
She rode him, kissing, biting, stroking. She touched every part of him, his nipples, his arms, his neck. His hands were busy, too, tugging and twisting her nipples and stroking her sensitive skin.
Finally she reached behind herself to cup his tight balls again, and he came in long, hard spasms. His release spilled over her and every nerve in her own body seemed to detonate as pleasure pulsed through her.
They collapsed onto the floor in a pile of sweaty skin, pounding hearts, and ragged breath.
Tom finally said, “If I had known that binding with a Shenkiloi would mean sex like that, I would have searched out your people long ago.”
“Well, I’d say the same thing about binding, except I wasn’t capable of it until last week.” She rolled to her side and tugged on him. “There’s a bed a few feet that direction.”
He turned his head to look. “Right. A bed. Excellent idea.”
Janeth managed to pull herself up onto it, then reached down and pulled on Tom’s arm until he groaned and joined her there.
“Much better,” he said. “Glad I thought of this.”
Their arms and legs entwined together, they drifted for a while in a state of half sleep. Then Tom asked, “You draw some kind of energy from me, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure that energy is quite the right word, but I don’t know a better one. It’s like electricity, but with the resonance of intense emotions, and it nourishes and stimulates the empathic sense. Shenkiloi empaths need emotional energy to function and stay sane. There was some trade-off or other that they made back in the beginning.” She waved her hand dismissively. “My ancestors chose whatever gave the most empathic power. It’s why some of our biology is kind of strange.”
“The binding sex turned me part-Shenkiloi genetically, right?”
Janeth yawned. “That’s right. You don’t have the whole kit, just a subset.”
“Can I… Do I pull energy from you like you pull from me?”
Janeth turned to look at him. “Sorry. I haven’t really filled you in very well, have I? I have to admit that some of it I’m fuzzy on. I wasn’t supposed to go into plenerty yet, and in the normal course of events I’d have been on Lorelly with lots of support.”
“So if I mated to you on Lorelly, I’d have been given the whole scoop?”
“Hmm-hm.”
“Hey, don’t go to sleep yet.”
“Sure. What did you want?” She yawned again.
“Can I take energy from you?”
“Yes. But you won’t have much need since we just had sex, and sex between mates always satisfies the need.” She moved away just enough so their bodies weren’t touching. “Your need isn’t quite the same as mine. If it’s not filled, the changes in your body shrink and disappear.” She picked up his hand and placed it on the soft skin of her rounded belly. “Concentrate and maybe you can feel it.”
A tingling warmth moved up his arm, as though he had dipped his hand in a vat of love and heat and belonging. It was strange to feel an emotion move through his body from his hand outward, instead of from inside him. The warmth engulfed him, and his heart skipped.
“Did you feel that?” she asked sleepily.
“Is that what you feel from me?”
She opened an eye to peer at him. “Let me check.” She closed the eye and relaxed.
After a minute he nudged her. “Well?”
“Sorry. I was just enjoying the floaty feeling. Yes, it’s pretty much the same.” She rolled over and tucked herself into his body. “You feel more protective toward me than I do toward you. Prob’ly ’cause you’re older…”
He nipped her ear in retaliation. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for what?”
“For calling me to you. It was the best thing that ever happened to me.” He settled her head under his chin and adjusted his leg so that it lay over hers.
“I’m glad you were there. Once again leaping into trouble turned out brilliantly for me. Nice positive reinforcement for my impetuosity. How will I ever learn?” she murmured.
“Maybe you have some precognitive ability too.”
Her body stiffened under his. “Oh goddess. I hope not. Empathy is quite enough, thank you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there to rescue you.”
Janeth sighed, and they gave themselves up to sleep. As long as they were together the future could sort itself out. Quite a difference for two people who, just one week ago, were strangers in the night.
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Two men desire you. Do you run, or go with the flow?
Shifting Passions
© 2008 Xakara
Three years ago, over the course of a summer, best friends and half-blooded shapeshifters Nathan and Lena went from friends to lovers. Now just friends again, they come to realize that their brief fling set the groundwork for the fantasies that haunt them.
Nathan’s current lover, Armand, is another half-Therian who has had his fill of poly relationships. But watching Nathan and Lena together, Armand dreams of once more being drenched in love and desire from all sides.
Their aching cycle of longing and retreat goes on, unfulfilled—until summer heat brings out the animal in them all.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Shifting Passions
Armand straddled Nathan’s legs just behind Lena and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. His eyes were on Nathan as he nuzzled her and placed a kiss at the curve of her neck. It was an intimate gesture. One he’d picked up last year and one Lena hadn’t seemed to mind.
“Now, my lovely Kitten, where I am deeply, deeply, joyful that you came to us with such questions of fertility, wouldn’t Jesse have been a better choice?”
Before Lena could answer she felt Nathan tense beneath her as he spoke up on Jesse’s behalf.
“Jesse is out of town.”
Her eyes narrowed at Nathan’s expression, but without being able to see Armand’s she wasn’t sure what it meant. Still scrutinizing her best friend, she brushed her head against Armand in feline contentme
nt, despite her words.
“Actually we broke up. I set him up with the owner of the coffee house down in the District. She’s liked him for a while and they’re cute together.”
Armand buried his face in her hair as he spoke. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Kitten.”
He didn’t sound sorry to Lena. He sounded aroused. He felt aroused too, if the thick, pulsing length pressing against her backside was any indication.
Having found herself between them on one occasion or another she knew the indication was dead on.
The wildly impulsive part of her brain wanted her to reach back and touch him. She wanted to find out if she could make him groan, and sigh, and cry out in the same ways she’d heard Nathan do. The guestroom was two doors away, but with her hearing she may as well have been standing in the room each and every time.
Her hand was actually moving when Armand spoke again.
“This means we get to keep you, yes?” A sigh shuddered through him. “I’ve been so patient. I don’t want to be patient anymore.”
His voice and the sudden thrust of his hips brought a startled gasp from her. Nathan gave a counter thrust that brought another gasp as she was lost to the heavy throb where he nestled between her legs.
It took a moment for her mind to separate the comments. Armand was being patient. She was between him and Nathan and Armand was without doubt ready for more. He just needed her to move.
That’s what he was saying right?
It was hard to think with him running his tongue along the curve of her neck and his hips pushing her to rub over Nathan’s length.
“If you…ah…” She lost her train of thought for a moment before grasping enough words for a coherent sentence. “If you stop, I can get out of the way.”
His response was to lift her heavy sable waves to lightly bite at the back of her neck. She shuddered and Nathan bucked up against her, despite trying to hold still. His grip on her hips tightened as Armand began to kiss down her spine, laying her forward over Nathan.
“No need to move my love. I’m happy to go through you.”
Armand lifted the cami to her shoulders, freeing her breasts just before she lay forward completely against Nathan. She felt Armand’s chin brush her shoulder and wondered what look he shared with his lover before returning his attentions to her and the sensitive skin along her spine.
Nathan wanted him to stop before it was too late to take it back if anything went wrong. Just as equally, he wanted it all to keep going until it was beyond too late and past the point of no return. There was something unreal about it. Something that made it seem like he’d wake up any second and needed to take in as much as he could.
Her face was pressed against the side of his throat; the little sounds Armand pulled from her vibrated against his skin and made his eyes want to close. But he couldn’t stop watching, the same way he couldn’t stop moving.
Armand’s lips reached the small of her back and paused as he lapped at the slight hollow there. His palms moved over the lace, blocking the rest of her from direct view and touch. Without a pause, he slid his hands beneath the legs of the boy shorts and kneaded each high, firm mound of flesh, pressing her down against Nathan.
Nathan’s gaze traveled down her body to find Armand’s. There was deep arousal but there was also a real fear and he knew Armand could see it. The struggle was clear in the ebony eyes looking back at him. Did he keep going for himself or did he stop for Nathan—even when he believed that stopping wasn’t in the best interest of anyone involved? It was in that moment that Nathan knew without doubt Armand loved them both and all of this was as hard on him as it had been on Nathan.
No matter how many light years you run, the past is never far behind.
Magnetic Attraction
© 2008 Mandy M. Roth
Tired of a life on the run, Kiwi has put down roots on a science vessel. She finds more than she bargained for in the form of cocksure, overachieving, too-sexy-for-his-own-good Dr. Conell Ballou. His arrogance is infuriating—which, strangely, makes her want him more.
Since the tiny spitfire of a mechanic boarded his vessel, Conell hasn’t been able to focus on much of anything except her. Kiwi’s mere presence pulses through every synthetic and humanoid part of his body. And, unknown to both Kiwi and Conell, her past is entwined with his.
But a deranged captain of the Vanos, the alien race from which they’re defending mankind, is still hunting for Kiwi. Against all the odds, Conell and Kiwi have a second chance at happiness—if the enemy doesn’t find them first.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Magnetic Attraction:
The bar was darker than many others she’d been in and the second she spotted a long stage, she understood what type of bar it was—a strip club.
“Ballou, you brought me to a…” The question died on her lips as a nearly naked man walked onstage, twirling sticks of fire as he did some sort of ritualistic dance, thumping his body along the way.
Conell waved his hand before her face. “Eyes on me, Kiwi.”
A giggle erupted from her. “Okay, but can you twirl fire while wearing nothing but a loincloth? That’s damn hard to beat.”
Before he could answer, a sexy, part-humanoid female approached, carrying a tray of drinks. She spoke and her voice carried with it a buzz, charging the air. Kiwi had heard of species that could induce sexual desire with nothing more than their voice. She kept a keen eye as the men immediately surrounding them stopped what they were doing and stared at the woman with longing looks. Conell, on the other hand, merely glanced at her, grabbed two of the house drinks from the tray and nodded his thanks.
The pale blue lighting splashed over his squared face. Kiwi reached past the drink he held out to her and straight to his jaw. She touched it lightly, her fingers brushing his lips before jerking to her senses and pulling her hand away.
Conell bent, putting a drink in her hand. The edges of his full lips twitched and Kiwi knew he was fighting a smile. Taking the drink from him, she averted her gaze, hoping he’d avoid mentioning how she’d caressed him for no reason.
She took a large gulp of the drink and stiffened as it burned its way down her throat. She coughed and Conell laughed. “Did you poison me?”
“Hardly,” he said, his face suddenly closer to hers. “But, I should warn you. The drinks they serve here are laced with something that acts as a type of aphrodisiac to the Vanos and several other races. Don’t worry, straight humans aren’t included, but you should keep an eye on me. If I start getting a little too…” he grinned, “…fresh, feel free to use that arm of yours to knock me on my ass.”
Kiwi froze. One of the many secrets she’d spent so long keeping nagged at her. She wasn’t a full human. She was like Conell, half-Vanos, though it was difficult to believe because she lacked almost all the traits used to visually identify one.
“Conell.”
“Yes?” He took a sip of her drink.
She watched as he swallowed, the muscles in his neck moving. Kiwi decided to let fate do what it wanted, at least for tonight. Tomorrow was another day.
Conell headed to the back of the bar and she stayed close on his heels. When he settled into a darkened corner booth, she followed, easing in alongside him. Her gaze went to the fire dancer and she realized he no longer had on a loincloth. He now twirled his sticks of fire while completely naked. His cock was flaccid, yet large and his body looked to be carved from stone.
Her eyes widened. “If he’s not careful, he’ll lose something vital.”
Conell’s deep laugh reverberated through her and she found herself leaning, resting her body against his as she sipped her drink. He didn’t protest but rather drank, watching the show. When a set of female dancers joined the naked male, Kiwi tensed, a spike of jealously flaring through her. She didn’t want Conell looking at naked women. She wanted him looking at her.
At me? I’ve lost my mind.
Conell’s hand brushed over hers and Kiwi gulped, their gazes collid
ing. She didn’t jerk her hand away. She left it in place, enjoying the feel of his thumb easing back and forth on it.
Another sexy waitress approached with a tray of drinks, taking Conell’s almost-empty one and replacing it with a full. Kiwi stared in awe as he downed the second drink quickly.
“Uh, Ballou, you do realize if you go nuts and try to hump one of the women here, I’m not strong enough to get you under control—droid arm or not. You’re huge.”
With a wag of his brows, he put his face close to hers. “So, what you’re saying is, I’m too much for you to handle?”
She knew what he meant and instead of blushing like she normally would have, she met his gaze head-on. “I’m tougher than I look, Ballou.”
The bizarre music pumping throughout the club reached new heights and Kiwi stared at the stage, unable to believe what she was seeing. The female dancers were on their knees, taking turns licking the male dancer’s long cock as he continued to twirl sticks of fire high in the air. She couldn’t tear her gaze away as they stroked the man, fondling his sac, then his shaft, seeming to live for the act.
Conell touched her chin, forcing her gaze to him. “If I would have known you’d be so interested in him, I wouldn’t have brought you here. I’d have picked a different bar.” His jaw clenched. “Kiwi, you may need to call some of the crew over here soon.”
“Why?”
“Because if I see you looking at that guy on stage again, while I sense how fucking turned on you are, I am going to kill him.”
She grabbed his hand. “Hey, I was just watching the show.”
“How about…” He put his face close to hers and she could smell the drink upon his breath. “You keep those brown eyes on me instead.” His mouth covered hers and everything else faded away. Their tongues laced and Kiwi found herself inching towards him, practically crawling on his lap. This was so wrong but felt so right. She shouldn’t get attached or allow whatever was between them to escalate to this level. She needed to have no strings in her life. It made running much easier and kept everyone around her safe. Already she’d formed a friendship with Aeron. Sex with Conell would take complicated to a completely new level.
