“She’d like that.”
“We need to find out where the hybrid came from. There may be more of them.”
“God I hope not.” Carrick looked out the window into the forests beyond Westmore House, “But we may need to call in some more help.”
Grayson nodded. There were plenty of gargoyles who needed to be guardians again. To serve and protect. It was what they did.
Now he just wanted to finish their mating. Too much all at once with workmen in the house, and with the moon’s pull they all felt it would be safer if Medina stayed out of harm’s way and that meant a week of sleeping in her own room, and that was not an agreeable solution for anyone. He was on edge and the urge to paddle the shit out of her for putting herself in danger was high on his list. Besides the fact that he just wanted to watch her luscious bottom turn a lovely shade of pink.
“She had to tuck Gabby into bed.” Thomas padded to the door, silk pajamas low around his lean hips. He could tell the wound in his lover’s side was still giving him pain. “Be patient.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“No.” Thomas gave him a wicked smile. “Not when I keep thinking about burying my cock inside her while I mark that smooth flesh of yours. It’s my turn, if you recall.”
Grayson’s cock got harder, if that was even possible. God. Where was she?
Shit.
What if she changed her mind? They’d given her a month to consider everything carefully and now an extra week on top of it. He thought after everything that happened there would be no doubts, but waiting for her now, he had to admit he was terrified she had decided to leave.
Her sisters knew where she was. What if they’d convinced her to come home?
He wouldn’t call the authorities, despite what he’d said at the beginning, but if he caught her sisters anywhere near here, he’d give them a paddling they’d never forget. He didn’t know what had happened to Medina for her to run, but whatever it was left its mark.
“She is coming, right? She didn’t change her mind or anything?”
“I’m here.” Medina eased through the door, clean scrubbed and fresh from the shower. “Sorry!”
“You showered without us?” Grayson raised his eyebrow.
“I had to. Gabby got into Mrs. Talbot’s stash of chocolate frosting. I had it all over.”
“Hmmm. I think we should see if she missed a spot.” Thomas grinned and gave her a light kiss, shutting the door behind her.
“How is she doing?” Grayson frowned. “Is she…”
Medina’s lips quirked up into a grin. “She keeps asking me when the snakes can come out and play. I can’t believe it.”
“You were beautiful.”
“And fierce. I loved it.” Grayson smiled.
“I was not.” Medina frowned, sitting down on the bed. “The whole time I was scared to death I was going to turn you both to stone. Gabby too.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I know that now.” She frowned. “But I didn’t then.”
“Ummm. That could be my problem. You want to come take a look at this?” Thomas opened his robe to reveal his cock standing at rapt attention.
Medina blinked, a rosy blush covering her features. “I think she needs a proper spanking for putting herself in danger.” Grayson eyed her, relief settling through him. She was here.
“What?”
“You heard me, young lady. Get over here right now.”
“He doesn’t bite. Much.” Thomas let his robe fall to the floor and leaned against the wall.
Grayson observed the emotions playing across her face and brought her close for a kiss. “You haven’t done this before, have you?”
“No.”
“Come here.” He brushed the hair from her cheek and pressed his lips to hers, letting her ease into the feeling of his rigid cock against her flesh.
“I want…” Her voice was husky and her skin had taken on a heated appearance.
“You’ll get your spanking like a good girl first, then we’ll talk about what you want, sweetheart.” Grayson stroked her hair and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “You were so brave and you saved us all, but no more putting yourself in danger.”
“But…”
“No buts. Now hold on to the bed post. Thomas and I have some gifts we want to give you before we get started.”
“You got me a present?” Her eyes lit up and she nibbled on her lip. Her long dark hair was still damp from the shower and was starting to curl up around the edges. She was gorgeous and his heart swelled with love as he realized the gift she had given them both with her trust. She could have left but she didn’t.
“We did.” Thomas ambled over to the dresser and opened a drawer, removing a glossy black bag. He reached inside and pulled out a small silver box, handing it to Grayson.
“What is it?”
“Open it, honey.” Grayson gave her the box, smiling at her confusion as she held up the two dangling pieces of jewelry. They matched. Each one decorated with a silver snake with a blue sparkling stone attached to a small clamp.
Her nose wrinkled in confusion. “I don’t…”
“Let me.” Grayson took the jewelry from her fingers and held them up. “Nipple clamps. They sting, but the rush when you take them off…intoxicating.”
She looked at him with a dubious expression. “Mmmm. Okay.”
“Just try them once. You’ll see.” Grayson gave her a wink. “Now why don’t you get out of that robe?”
She untied the belt and the robe fell open, her curves half hidden. Medina shrugged the terry cloth garment from her shoulders and laid it on the edge of the bed. “Better?”
It was. Lush and voluptuous, her wide hips and full breasts had him sucking in his breath with anticipation. Her nipples tightened in the chill of the room and he couldn’t wait to have their clamps adorning her body.
“It will sting, but give it a moment.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, and then applied one of the clamps to her left breast. She gasped, her lips opening in surprise, a lovely flush creeping across her face.
“Oh…”
“Mmmm hmmm.” Grayson opened the second clamp and attached it to the right one. The snakes glittered against her creamy flesh, their blue stones winking.
“Lovely.”
“It…oh….” Medina’s eyes closed and she swallowed.
“Now for the second gift.” Thomas brought out another small package and handed it to Grayson. This one was a small black velvet sleeve.
He tipped the bag and two items slid out into his palm. One, a small egg shaped object and the other a tiny black box with a series of buttons. Grayson smiled, his gaze drawn to Thomas. “Good choice.”
“I know.” His mate grinned. “Now let’s put it to good use, shall we?”
“Come here, little one.” Grayson beckoned. “Put your hands on the bed and I want you to angle that glorious ass toward me.”
Medina complied, her dark raven hair falling down her back in luxurious waves. She bent forward, her heart shaped ass showcased just for him.
“Nice. Thomas, why don’t you get on the bed?” Grayson watched his lover lay back, his cock jutting upward, beckoning them both to join him.
“Now, spread your legs a little, pet.”
She edged her feet apart and he could see the slick folds of her sex.
“Very nice. Now hold still.” He took the egg shaped vibe and slid it inside of her sweet, hot pussy. She groaned, pushing her sex against his hand.
“Now, now. Patience.” He took the remote and walked around the side of the bed, handing it to Thomas. “You know when to start it.”
“I love it when your plans come together.”
“Me too.”
“What are you two up to?” Medina arched an eyebrow, angling her head to watch him.
“A surprise.”
He meandered by the dresser and picked up a broad faced oak paddle he’d had sent in especially for Medina. Little hearts were cut o
ut of the glossy wood and it made a whishing sound when he drew it down through the air.
“Okay, Thomas.” He approached the bed and he heard the small vibe start to buzz.
Medina began to fidget. “What the? Oh, God.” She threw her head back and went to slide her hand between her legs.
“No you don’t. Hands on the bed.” Grayson smacked her ass with his hand and swished the paddle through the air.
She froze, her head turned slightly to the side, trying to see.
“No peeking, young lady. Now brace yourself. Five swats.”
His inner gargoyle drew his claws down the insides of his thighs. He wanted her. Bad. But first he had to make sure she understood how things were going to be. Five was nothing but he didn’t want her first experience to be anything less than erotic. They would build on things in time.
The first swat hit her unawares on the right side of her ass and she cried out, a yelp erupting from her lips.
Thwack!
“Ouch!”
“That was one. You have to keep yourself safe.” He raised the paddle once more and swung, the little hearts singing through the air as he connected with her left butt cheek.
Whap!
“It burns.”
“Good.” He lifted his hand and moved the paddle back and forth with a succession of smacks until the five were done and she stood quivering, with tears running down her face. The vibe was still at work and she moaned, the mixture of pain and pleasure taking over her senses. Her ass was just the right shade of pink, all things considered.
“You feel like you did the first time we were in a room together. Like you’re going to combust, don’t you?”
She gave him a dazed expression. “How did you know?”
“Because I feel the same way.” He led her to the bed. “Can you take him in your mouth while I pleasure you?”
Medina nodded. “Oh yes.”
“Good. Now climb up there and get on all fours.”
****
She did as Grayson asked and eased herself over Thomas’s prone body. It took everything she had not to simply impale herself on his cock. Goddess, but she wanted to feel something that was good. Her pulse pounded and she had to push the panic from her mind. These men loved her. They wanted her.
“You’re beautiful.”
“I’m curvy.”
“Like I said.” Thomas reached up and kissed the tips of her breasts as she settled on top of him.
Her nipples hardened like small rose colored bullets and as she lowered her face to the bobbing cock in front of her, there was no more fear in her heart. She didn’t hurt them and they would never hurt her. Not unless she wanted it and she had wanted that spanking.
The buzz of the tiny vibe still reverberated through her body, intermingling with the heat from her well paddled ass. Well, five was a start. She’d read novels where they had done more.
“It hurt worse than I thought it would.”
“But it felt good too, didn’t it?” Grayson inquired, his hands sliding over her tender flesh. He took out the vibe and pressed a kiss on her ass, making her nipples pebble up all over again.
“I’m going to remove the clamps.” Grayson reached below her and removed the first one, the pins and needles of blood returning to her flesh making her gasp. He quickly disengaged the second one and she cried out, a flood of moisture settling between her legs.
God, she wanted to be fucked and now.
“Are you ready?” She looked to Thomas and he nodded.
“Please. You control it. How far I go. I don’t want to scare you.”
“You won’t.” She let the tip of him slide over her bottom lip. The salty sweet taste of him burst over her tongue and she eased his cock head between her lips. He was large and filled her mouth, the head jutting against the back of her throat as she moved.
Thomas groaned, his hips making little movements toward her.
“I’m going to taste you now, sweetheart.” Grayson moved behind her, his tongue sliding against her slippery folds.
She bucked as his finger slipped inside of her pussy, moving in and out.
“So wet for us already. Oh, my girl.” He slid another finger inside of her and they began to move as one.
“I need to be inside you.”
Grayson’s voice grew deeper and she felt his fingers grow sharp against her skin. She lifted her eyes to find Thomas half shifted, his clawed hands digging into the bedsheets. She sucked him harder and swallowed, noticing how much more of a reaction she got when her muscles constricted around him.
The fingers that had been pumping into her pussy vanished. Something larger nudged her opening and with one thrust, Grayson gripped her hips and entered her, stretching her body to the fullest it had ever been. Stone hard and hers. All hers.
“Are you okay?”
She groaned.
Grayson began to move, pumping inside her, filling all of her empty places. His hand reached down and tweaked her erect nub, making her pussy clench around his cock.
He fucked her, over and over, his fingers solid on her hips.
“Mine,” he growled. “Ours.”
Thomas moaned and shuddered against her, his release sliding down her throat at the same time Grayson roared, pumping her womb full of his hot seed. His fingers found her clit and she skated off the precipice, her body reveling in the electric flashes that skittered along her skin. Teeth sank into the flesh of her shoulder and she cried out, a second orgasm rocking her world.
Thomas pulled out from between her lips, his cock hard once more, Grayson moving alongside him. Her lovers stroked each other’s cocks, their eyes bright with the force of their love.
Mates.
Her heart’s protectors, both of them. Stone cold, but hotter than any man had a right to be, they waited for her to regain her senses and join them.
“Come here, little mate.” The called her in unison, patting the vacant space between them.
They had found each other and they fit together. All three of them. This was only the beginning…and she could hardly wait.
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Burning For You
Westmore Wolves Book 3
By Erzabet Bishop
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Burning for You
Where there’s smoke, there’s dragon fire.
Ordinary girl. Extraordinary fate.
Violet Winters is having a less than perfect day. Her parents are meddling with her love life (again), her wintery magic is kaput and her vivid dreams are coming far too close to reality. When she falls through the ice after seeing her fiancé all close and snuggly with a fellow polar bear, all bets are off. Is she better off dead or will she get another chance at life when a Grimare angel rescues her from her chosen fate?
Fire meets ice and passions ignite.
Dante is a dragon on a mission: fight the string of strange fires springing up around Westmore and find a mate. When his Captain decides to have the men pose for social media shots to garner attention for the station, Dante finds himself in the middle of a steady stream of women after his special strategically placed “fire hose.”
At Hot Whips Café to haggle with the owner for counter space for their new firemen calendar, he meets a woman who sets his inner scales on fire. Can he save her from the machinations of the Fates or will she die a second time by the very threat Dante fights against?
A dragon’s panty melting kiss may just be the wow this curvy girl needs.
Dedication
To my husband and furry kids. You fan the flame and make the passion burn bright. Every day.
To my readers and fans: Make the ordinary extraordinary in everything you do.
XOXO
Erzabet
Prologue
Seth watched the Fates as they wove their tapestry, a frown working its way across his face. He shook his head, bunching his hands into fists. It was vast and never ending and the more he stared at it the more irritated he became. “Why can’t I see it?”
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