by Angel Payne
It took her a full ten seconds to reply, since he didn’t relent the pressure on her clit at all. “Oh, God! Yes, Sir!”
He tried to start out slow, but once he got inside her, she gripped his fingers with such tight heat and quivering need, it was a Herculean effort not to unzip, free his cock and push inside her that way, instead. They both breathed hard as he pumped into her with two then three fingers, hooking the tips to get at the secret spot deep inside that made her pull at his hair in wild, uninhibited need.
With a violent keen and a fierce feminine grunt, she broke apart in his arms. Her vagina clamped on his fingers. Her hands clamped on his head. Her tears soaked his shirt.
Many minutes later, he gently withdrew and used the tissues from her nightstand to clean her up. When he’d finished that and righted her gown and blankets, she tugged him next to her again. He lowered the bed so he could stretch his arm along her pillow and cradle her head in the crook of his elbow. The entire time, the impish intent in her eyes didn’t dim.
“All right,” he charged with a chuckle, “what the hell are you thinking now?”
Rayna bit her lip and grinned. “It was more a question than a thought.”
His lips curled up. He played with the ends of her magnificent, fire-colored hair and stroked the light cream column of her neck. It struck him now, why the idiot prince in the ballet had let the firebird fly free. The dumbass was afraid. When you had magic sitting in your hands, how did you feel anything except afraid?
He was damn glad he’d figured out the reply for that one.
The answer was: you didn’t.
You lived with the fear and you pushed through it every step of the journey, every minute of the day, every moment the ghosts came and tried to tell you that you weren’t brave enough, strong enough, or good enough for the magic.
But the truth was…the bird had landed in your hands. Trusted you with her heart. Given her magic to you.
And that made you the bravest fucking warrior on the face of the planet.
He felt his grin split a little wider as he traced the outline of her mouth with the pad of his thumb. “Hmmm,” he issued, making it half a growl. “Ask away, magic bird.”
She giggled softly and snuggled closer to him. “The next time we do that, will you handcuff me first?”
A laugh filled his chest. He slid his finger off her lips so he could mold his mouth to hers, claiming her with all the passion that filled his soul and the love that consumed his spirit.
“We sure as hell can, honey,” he finally whispered. “We’ll just use the ones you’ve locked forever on my heart.”
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ANGEL PAYNE is thrilled to be writing about courageous men of honor and the women who love them. She began writing passionately in high school, and moved on to pen her way to departmental honors for English at Chapman University in Southern California. Her kaleidoscope of a past includes gigs as a fashion ramp model, music industry production assistant, nightclub disc jockey, and over twenty years in the meeting planning and hospitality industries. Her passions include pop culture, alt rock, super heroes, shoes, coffee, and enjoying an active life in the outdoors with family and friends. She still lives in Southern California with her gorgeous daughter and amazing stud of a husband.
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SURRENDERING TO HER SERGEANT
Coming in Fall 2013
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SURRENDERING TO HER SERGEANT
Available in Fall 2013
Corporal Ethan Archer has just earned his sergeant's stripes, and a trip to the fun and sun of LA is just the celebration that the guys on his Special Forces team have deemed the perfect celebration. Ethan has ulterior motives for agreeing so readily to the vacation. He can't forget a magical hour in a North Cascades forest last winter, shared with an indigo-eyed goddess named Ava Chestain…who now calls LA her home.
Ava is a makeup artist for Bella Lanza, star of the wildly-successful nighttime drama Dress Blues. When Ethan and his buddies finagle a visit to the set, his reunion with Ava melts the months away—but their time is cut short by Bella, who’s determined to rekindle her own naughty past with Ethan. His efforts to push Bella off are thwarted when the unit is called to secretly cut their vacation short in the name of assisting the CIA on a harrowing plot to destroy the West Coast. Part of the plan? A week-long fashion shoot that requires Ethan to “draw fire” for the team in Bella’s greedy arms.
Ava is torn between her commitment to keep Ethan’s secrets and her desire to make him hot, in every way she possibly can. Exploring their connection as Dominant and submissive only deepens their connection and reaffirms her desire for the soldier who swept her off her feet six months ago in a forest hideaway. But now, seeing Bella make moves on Ethan during the shoot, she wonders if she’s the right one to kneel for Ethan forever…
When a terrifying turn of events escalates the terrorists’ plan into full reality, Ethan must make decisions that will either kill or save them all--and his plan includes the necessity of Ava's trust. Is their love deep enough to hold such a commitment? Can Ava place her very life in Ethan's hands, surrendering to his command with what could be her last breath?
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MASTERS OF MY DESIRE
THE DOMS OF GENESIS, BOOK 2
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Excerpt
“Hold me like that, pet. No more stroking. Your hot mouth is the most motivation I can take right now. I don’t want to embarrass myself this soon. Keep me wrapped tight with your fingers, okay?”
I grunted my affirmation, feeding inch after glorious inch of his turgid cock into my mouth. The texture of his velvet steel, his masculine scent, and the veins alive and quickening upon my tongue slashed all modesty. The feel of their cocks called to some inborn, primordial feminine craving, compelling me to sate.
“Yes, kitten. Suck him deep. Convince him how fiercely you want to please him,” Dylan encouraged. He disengaged my hand from his shaft and I emitted a whimper of dismay over Nick’s cock.
“Fuck,” Nick hissed, then gripped my hair and shuttled a frenzied tempo before he pulled from my mouth with a feral roar.
“On the bed, kitten. It’s time to brand you as ours,” Dylan directed.
Brand me? Fear thundered through my veins. Glancing around the room, I searched for whatever nefarious tool they intended to use. Surely they weren’t planning to carve my flesh with a branding iron or knife…were they? I swallowed then skimmed a scared glance between them.
“You’re going to do what?”
“Brand you, little one, with our come. Mark your breasts, your belly. Your flesh with our seed.” Nick explained, his eyes glazed in desire as he jerked his cock with vicious strokes. “We’re going to claim your power as we brand your mind, heart, body and soul.”
My…heart? No. They could have my mind and body all they wanted, but I’d never give them my heart or my soul. This was a training exercise, not a love connection. If I allowed them to crawl inside my heart, I’d never survive the death outside this magical cocoon. They could only take what I was willing to give. As long as I shrouded my heart, everything would be fine.
With a timid nod, I forced a smile then rose from the floor and climbed onto the bed. They joined me atop the mattress. Nick knelt on my left and Dylan assumed the same position on my right. I stared up at their rugged bodies proffering myself like a sacrificial virgin.
Nick gazed down at me, command and power flashed in his eyes. Hunger etched his face.
“Who do you belong to?” Dylan asked. Their fists blurred, pumping up and down their angry shafts.
“You, Sirs,” I whispered, unable to look away from their forearms bunching and flexing with their punishing strokes.
“What is your purpose, pet?” Nick pressed. His rich voice was thick with lust.
“To please, Sirs.”
“Very nice,” he moaned, sweat glistening upon his impeccable body.
“Spread your legs. Use your fingers and open your pussy for us, sweet slut,” Dylan demanded.
Slut. It was such a filthy word, but Dylan’s tone held such idyllic passion, it slashed away all vulgar implications. I’d never felt so aroused. So debased. So calm. So submissive.
No longer coaxing, they meted control with deliberate precision. Stretching my thighs wide, I spread my saturated folds open, watching as their eyes flared and bore into my pink parted flesh. Inspecting my wet slit, Nick’s eyes narrowed in concentration as their labored breathing filled the room.
Clear fluid dripped from their bulbous tips glazing my breasts and stomach. This torturous precursor filled me with anticipation. Watching as they bludgeoned their weeping cocks, anticipating of their hot come splatting over my flesh, was maddening. Aching to feel claimed…owned, even for the briefest moment in my life, was piercing. Spreading my labia wider, I toyed with my clit. It was hard, in distress, and ready.
“Beg for us to claim you, sweet slut,” Dylan choked as sweat beaded his forehead. A grimace of lust distorted his features. Power. Demand. Control. He wore each expression like a fine tailored suit.
My tunnel contracted and my heart soared at the sublime splendor of it all.
“Please, Masters. Please mark me. Make me yours,” I moaned on a ragged whimper.
“Oursss,” Nick cried as streams of thick, hot nectar erupted from his shaft, spewing over my nipples, my throat, painting my chin.
Almost simultaneously, Dylan’s eruption followed. He cried out as silky, warm seed splattered lower, glazing my stomach and breasts with his sultry offering. Ropes of creamy come spurted from their cocks, bathing me in their fiery brand of possession.
Tears stung my eyes and a whispered mantra of, “Yes, yes, yes,” spilled from my lips. The magnitude of the moment blindsided me as sobs tore from my throat. Nothing could have prepared me for the onslaught that fused my heart, body and soul. This is submission.
The last of their vestiges dripped over my skin. I dragged my fingers through their hot seed then drew the slick offering to my lips. Collecting their creamy treasure, I sucked on their fingers and filled my belly with their silky imprint.
Nick climbed from the bed and returned with a towel. With reverent tenderness he wiped me dry, yet couldn’t erase the indelible mark branded to my soul.
In perfect synchronicity they eased beside me, a glaring testament to the number of times they’d dispensed this exact bounty on other women. Before childish jealousy could stab me too deep, Nick wrapped me in his arms, curled me onto my side and held me tight against his chest. Dylan pressed his warm body against my back. Encapsulated in their steely bodies, I felt small and slashed open in ways I couldn’t begin to articulate. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears spilled from my eyes
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” I whined. And I didn’t. Unable to compartmentalize or reconcile the barrage of feeling that ripped through me, I felt as fragile as bone china. Something amazing and far beyond my comprehension had been unlocked inside me. I felt vulnerable, raw, and strangely at peace, which did nothing to stop the avalanche of emotions crashing down on me.
“It’s okay, kitten?”
“It’s not okay. I don’t know. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop crying?” I sobbed, wishing I could sort the myriad of indescribable feelings pinging through me. But I was powerless. “Thank you for giving me this. I know it sounds stupid, but I never would’ve had this experience if it weren’t for you both. Thank you. I’m sorry…God, I sound so pathetic,” I choked as the tears continued surge.
“What’s happening is perfectly normal. Tell us what you’re feeling and we’ll help you through it,” Dylan soothed as his wide hand trailed up and down my hip.
“I don’t know how to describe it. I don’t have words that encompass all these feelings. They’re too big and it’s all so foreign.” I sniffed.
Their understanding of what I struggled to comprehend…it was like a safety blanket. They eased me down from my emotional high with tender words and indulgent caresses. Before long, I’d regained my composure and settled down, nestled between their rugged bodies.
My thoughts swirled as I tried to dissect and analyze each emotion. As my mind wandered down a convoluted labyrinth, tendrils of fear took root in the pit of my stomach. How was I supposed to go back to my uneventful life after experiencing such wonderment? The void was sure to be staggering. Tempering the surge of panic even as it clawed to break free, I focused on the rhythmic pattern of their breathing, concentrated on the soothing cadence of their fingertips, and put a lid on thoughts of the future.
You’re here now. Bask in every sensation while you can.
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AVA SNOW presents
LOVE UNBOUND
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Excerpt
“Stop!”
Her feet seemed frozen in place.
“Tiyionna. Turn around.”
That tone went right through her. Slade had to know what his voice did to women, and he used it as a weapon. Damn him. It should have enraged her, but instead it made her bloodstream melt.
Turning, keeping her eyes on the floor, she felt him approach to stand right in front of her. He took her arm in his right hand, pulling it up to look at the slight injury as she winced at the contact. “Fuck,” Slade cursed then gripped her hip with his left hand. Shock waves coursed through her from his touch. He turned, guiding her, keeping her with him as they headed down the hall.
“S-Sir? Where are you taking me?”
He just growled low and kept walking. When they turned before descending the stairs, she knew exactly where they were going. Why would he take her to his rooms? Tiyionna dug in her heels, coming to a stop.
“Aww, pet. You are in enough trouble. You don’t want to add to the punishment.”
“What? Punishment for what? I didn’t do anything wrong!” While they stood side-by-side on the stairs, she looked over at him, sure he’d lost his mind. “Besides, you can’t punish me. I quit.”
The quirk of his brow, joined with the smirk he gave her before pushing her forward to continue down the stairs, sent shivers down her spine. Shit. Her mouth just didn’t have a filter.
Her heart rate picked up and started thundering in her chest when he pulled a thick key out of his pocket to unlock the door to his private dungeon. Slade ushered her inside then closed and locked the door behind him.
“Strip and present yourself, Tiyionna.”
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CLEO TAURUS presents
THE ARRANGEMNT
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Excerpt
“So instead of obeying your Master and trusting that he knew best, you openly defied me?”
His decision made, he picked up the leather harness and a large, flesh-colored vibrator. He walked back over to her and attached the pleasure device to the harness. Joe pulled her lower body away from the cross and pushed the vibe deep into her cunt then snapped the harness to her. He walked back to the table and picked up the small remote control box.
“Since you have blatantly defied me, pet, and put self-pleasure ahead of what I can give you, you may have as many orgasms as you want.”
He leaned his elbow on the table, his long legs crossed at the ankles. His eyes scanned her body. He was so in tune with her, he could tell she was nervous, and that pleased him. The corner of the left side of his mouth was turned upwards slightly. He was going to show his little pet why it was a bad idea to defy him.
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KYLIE GRAY presents
THUG FOR HIRE
Coming Soon
EXPL
OSIVE – DANGEROUS – SPINE CHILLING
Suffocating under the expectations of her cruel, iron-fisted parents while struggling to deal with her abusive past, Nikole Masters has no other choice but to abide by their rules and suffer in silence until she can escape to college. When the seemingly charming Lucas Peterson comes to her rescue, the saviour she is secretly so desperate for thrusts her into a chilling, dangerous game of deceit, riddled with skeletons, leaving Nikole at the leniency of a thug who has no mercy left to give.
Crude, obnoxious and uncaring, Andrew 'Ajax' Jackson is one of the youngest criminal masterminds of the underworld, getting exactly what he wants, when he wants it. Without a past for an anchor and only a bleak existence as his future, he understands only one thing; survival. Ajax has no time or compassion for humanity, much less the damaged broken girl he has kidnapped and yet...
Excerpt
Prologue -
One day, my past sins and the conscience that abandoned me are going to meet in a dark alley so they can plot my downfall. Maybe one day they will succeed. Until then, I will remain a ‘Thug for Hire’ – Ajax Jackson.
“Never fecking heard o’ the stupid bitch,” Davey Barron, first cousin to the King of the Gypsies shouted, wiping the vomit splatter from his chin with the sleeve of his expensive suit.
“Tell me where the hell she is, dickhead,” Thug for Hire and criminal mastermind Andrew ‘Ajax’ Jackson demanded, administering another powerful kick to the mediocre crime lord’s stomach before toe punting him in the nuts.
