Wild Passions

by A Storm Moon Press Anthology

  "I want..." He swallowed hard. "I want to be on top. I want to..." He swallowed again. "Do you know what fucking is?"

  I flinched from the hard sound of the word. I'd heard it, sure. It was a word the roustabouts used a lot, describing everything from stuck screws to balky horses to pretty girls. It was the word Gordon used when we'd talked about what men did to him. I didn't want it to be like he described, short and hard and unpleasant. I wanted what Mama and Daddy Frank had. "Can you love me instead? That word sounds like it hurts."

  He kissed me then, slow and sweet. "Yes. It would be loving, wouldn't it? I heard some of the girls talk about it like that, but for me, it was always just fucking."

  "Make it like the kisses. It'll be good." I stroked his back and felt his tail twitching nervously.

  "I've never been on top." He licked my neck.

  I stroked his cock, very gentle with it. "First time for everything. For you and for me."

  Gordon purred against me, the first time I'd heard it since the drugs had worn off. His cock got heavier and hotter in my hand, and I felt his balls shift against my fingers.

  "Roll away." He ran that rough tongue over the sensitive edge of my ear, and I shivered. "We need oil or lotion or something."

  I picked up a little jar that sat on the nightstand, silver in the moonlight. Mama or Daddy Frank must have left it for us, because I'd never seen it before. "Like this?"

  He took it and opened it, then rubbed some between his fingers. "Exactly like this. Remind me to be extra nice to your mom." He licked the back of my neck and between my shoulders as he cuddled up behind me. I felt his cock along my ass, poking my tail. I waggled my tail and he giggled.

  "That's not helping. I'll get off from you doing that, I swear."

  I gave one last wag as a joke, and he slid a couple of slippery fingers along the crack of my ass until they found my hole. I knew exactly what he was planning to do. We'd talked, many nights as I held him, about what we wanted to do together. But Gordon had never let me touch him sexually, not while he belonged to Nathan. He said it was like stealing. Mama said he was ashamed of what they did and didn't want to think of me the same way.

  Now, he wasn't thinking at all, and I was finding it hard to do so myself. Every touch of those clever fingers, slick with stuff from the jar, warm and strong as they teased my cheeks and crack, every last graze and poke made all my fur want to stand up and my skin feel funny, like it was too small and too tight all at once. Especially around my cock, which was waking back up to play.

  "You like this?" he asked, probing gently and managing to get a single knuckle deep into my body.

  "I don't know." I wanted to like it, but I wasn't sure about it.

  "It gets better." He pressed his finger deeper and kissed my neck again, nipping a bit this time. My tail started going again and he laughed. "Liking it, are you?"

  "It does feel nice."

  "I can make it really sweet." He kept licking me as he got a second finger into my body. "Arthur. Oh, Arthur."

  "Finally here, just like we always promised, huh?" I let out a low growl when he hit something inside me that sent sparks up behind my eyes.

  He rubbed that place more gently and kept licking. I could feel his rubbing all over, like it was on the inside of my skin and especially inside my cock, making me want to finish off like I did on the long nights alone.

  "Gordon." I licked his one paw that was in reach. The other added a third finger to my ass. It stretched and there was a little burning to it, but it didn't really hurt. I squirmed backward, wanting more.

  "Think you're ready for this, teddy bear?"

  "Yeah. Maybe."

  "Be really sure. I don't want to hurt you."

  "Love me, Gordon. My Gordon. My mate."

  "My mate," he agreed and nipped my shoulder again. He took his fingers away and wiped them in the fur on my cheeks. We'd have baths tomorrow, if it wasn't too cold. I felt all empty and open. "I love you, Arthur."

  He pressed the head of his cock against my opening. I breathed slowly and deeply, just like he had told me made it easier. I breathed in and in, then out and breathed him right into my body.

  The head popped past the tight ring of muscle and with each inhalation, I took him deeper. He purred against my shoulder as he seated his cock all the way in me. His great rough tongue rasped along my neck and muzzle and ear.

  "My teddy bear. I'm all snug and secure."

  I lay still, feeling him inside me, filling me up. Amazing. It was all I could do not to move. I needed to, wanted to, but I made myself hold still for as long as I could. Which turned out to be about half a minute. I pressed back, wanting him to move and rub and make me feel like he had with his fingers. He obliged nicely, sliding most of the way out of me and then back in, not hard or fast, but sweetly teasing.

  "So good," I sighed.

  Gordon stopped and curled in close, burying his face between my shoulder-blades and clutching me around the chest. I felt tears in my fur. Not knowing what to say, I lay still and waited. He rubbed his face against my back, drying his tears while still nuzzling me.

  "I never expected sex to be so good, not with anyone," he said. Then he moved again, with more force behind his thrusts.

  "More?" I did want more. The hard and fast movement felt wonderful.

  He moved a little faster. "More, teddy bear."

  I laughed as he thrust. "You're going to call me that forever, aren't you?"

  "Yeah." He licked me with that and took three hard fast thrusts into me, climaxing with a yowl that sounded more panther than lion.

  "Help me out, kitten," I said. His hand slid down from my chest to wrap around my aching cock.

  "Of course." The tired sigh by my ear told me Gordon had about had it for the night.

  "Love you."

  "Of course," we said together and laughed. He stroked me, even as he softened inside me and slipped out.

  I lay quiet, letting him touch me, a little overwhelmed by everything. The low, slow build, like a train getting ready to roll, started in my belly and went into my balls. Then, under his hands, my peak rolled out of me as I bellowed. Not like the night I had screamed my rage and hatred at the trees when he was being hurt. Tonight was a triumphant bellow, a sound that said the territory and mate were mine and I was pleased by this. He gave a cough like a stifled roar and nuzzled my back.

  "All done?" He licked my ear again.

  "Not if you keep that up."

  I rolled back to face him. The moonlight fell right into the window now, painting him in black and silver. My Gordon. So very beautiful and all mine now. He looked exhausted, with his eyes deep in shadow and lines of pain turning up on his face.

  I wrapped my big bear arms around him and pulled him to sleep on my shoulder.

  "That was more excitement than you needed, I think. Let's rest. They're going to work us hard tomorrow, too. Merry Christmas, Gordon."

  "And I think it's going to be the happiest new year ever." He curled up into my side. "Licking your ears, huh?"

  "Yeah."

  He promptly did it. "Maybe I can make you late for breakfast in the morning."

  "Leave that for morning."

  He mumbled something and nodded, drifting away almost in the middle of it. I cuddled him, keeping him warm against the winter night, holding him against the dreams that were sure to come.

  Cornelia Grey is a student halfway through her creative writing degree with a penchant for fine arts and the blues. Born and raised in the hills of Northern Italy, where she collected her share of poetry and narrative prizes, she is now based in London, and she is thoroughly enjoying the cultural melting pot that is the City.

  Her interests vary from painting to photography, from sewing to acting; when writing, she favors curious, surreal poems and short stories involving handsome young men seducing each other. She loves collecting people's stories and re-discovering lost tales that deserve to be told.
/>
  Her days are full and hectic. She reads, goes to flea markets, galleries and the theater, and of course spends most of her time writing. When she's at home, she likes to curl up with a book and the classic cup of tea and leaves chestnuts in the garden for the squirrel that comes around from time to time.

  Elizabeth Hyder has been a reader and writer of all types of erotica for over ten years. She is chiefly interested in male/male fiction, but has been known to write female/female and male/female when inspiration strikes. No matter if it's fantasy, contemperary, sci-fi, mystery, paranormal-- all genres appeal to her senses and she's been known to dabble in a little bit of everything. (Although she does have a soft spot for anything involving thieves or assassins...)

  Georgia is Elizabeth's current residence but she's a traveler at heart and probably won't live there much longer. Her dog is the love of her life, and is the best company and support she could hope for as she works toward her dream of the life as a professional writer.

  So far, she has three publishing credits to her name: Oliver from In Uniform (Slashbooks, 2010), Fire Mages,/i> from Only In the City (Circlet Press, 2010), and Marxist Theory from Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex (Cleis Press, 2011).

  Elizabeth can be found on both Livejournal and Twitter under the name "fireflieshaven". She is always eager to discuss the finer points of writing and reading erotica with just about anybody.

  S.L. Armstrong has been writing for as long as she can remember. Art and reading have played a large part in her life since young childhood, but around fourteen, writing became her passion. Voraciously consuming every book in front of her opened up hundreds of worlds in her head, and she soon wanted to create worlds for other people as well. She has a particular fondness for gothic horror, horror, high fantasy, urban fantasy, and romance novels. The authors she turns to time and again are Stephen King, L.J. Smith, V.C. Andrews, R.L. Stine, and Anne Rice, among others. She has no shame in picking up the young adult novels she loved as a child, and she will talk your ear off about grammar and punctuation.

  After she married her husband almost thirteen years ago, she began to truly delve into the world of writing for public consumption. It was sheer chance that she stumbled on M/M fanfiction, and she's not looked back. Though fanfiction will always have a fond place in her heart, she soon grew tired of playing in other people's sandboxes. When she discovered M/M romance, and how it was now a legitimate branch of romance writing, she knew her course. S.L. plans to release F/F, M/M, M/F, and multiple partner books as she continues her writing career. M/M romance is where her heart lies, no matter what else she may write or read, and it's where she keeps returning to. There is something about two men passionately in love that just makes her heart melt, and she has no intention of giving that up anytime soon.

  S.L. Armstrong lives in Florida with her husband, two dogs, and seven cats. She hates the heat and longs for a northern, snowy climate. She writes with K. Piet on a number of projects, but she also writes her own solitary titles as well. S.L. Armstrong owns Storm Moon Press LLC along with her husband and K. Piet, and she is proud of all they accomplish with the micro press.

  K. Piet was born in California and raised in Flagstaff, Arizona, with her older sister and two cats. After studying in three different states and graduating magna cum laude from the University of Nevada - Las Vegas in Kinesiological Sciences, K. moved back to Flagstaff to pursue a career in therapeutic bodywork and massage. Her private massage business places an emphasis on sports massage for circus performers, dancers, and athletes training at high altitude.

  Throughout high school and college, writing fiction was little more than a pleasant diversion from required essays and applied science courses. After working with author S. L. Armstrong on a number of small writing projects and coming to see the act of writing as a learned skill, K. found a new zeal for the challenge and now writes as a sideline career. She is particularly fond of writing in the High Fantasy and Paranormal genres, adding her own homoerotic, and often kinky, flair to her fiction.

  She loves to hear from her readers, who can e-mail her at KPiet@kpiet.net.

  Wayne Mansfield was born and raised in rural Western Australia. He left home at 17 to complete a Diploma of Teaching at university in that state's capital city, Perth. Since graduating he has also studied a year of a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology, obtained his Certificate in English Language Teaching to Adults and a Diploma in Counselling.

  Currently he lives in Mount Lawley and works as an English language teacher. At the beginning of his writing career he wrote plain erotica, but grew tired of the same old scenarios and the lack of opportunity to be stretched as a creative person. Therefore he began to combine his love of horror with erotica and now almost exclusively writes dark erotica - usually involving vampires, though an occasional demon might appear in one of his stories. 'The erotic content has now become secondary to the story whereas before it used to be vice versa,' he says. He has been published many times, both in print and online, in the US, the UK and Australia. Find out more and check out his blog containing a full history of publishing credits at http://waynemansfieldwrites.weebly.com.

  Cari Z is a Colorado girl who loves snow and sunshine. Currently, she's living in West Africa, where she gets a lot of one of those things and none of the other. If she had a fridge, she'd be sitting in front of it, sighing wistfully. Fortunately, she has her husband, her work, her computer, and often electricity, so things could definitely be worse. Check her blog for info on new releases, upcoming projects, and works in progress at http://carizerotica.blogspot.com. You can also email her at carizabeth@hotmail.com.

  Angelia Sparrow has been telling stories for almost 40 years, and writing for nearly that long. She traded a library paraprofessional position for ten in the wind and the hum of the highway. She drives a semi for a living and writes on the side.

  Her home time is spent refereeing four kids, two cats and a husband. She crochets and gardens to get past writer's block.

  She has been publishing professionally since 2004, mostly GLBT romance, and has been nominated for several awards. Her bibliography includes eight novels and over fifty short stories.

  zzzz