Who Really Won the V-Day Alpha Challenge?

Zeva eased the tiny g-string over her hips, covering the excited bare flesh of her mound. She was ever so thankful that the bit of fabric in back went between her cheeks and not over them or she would have had to leave the club sans undies on the cold Feb night.


“Damn that rangy wolf anyway.” The red welts across her ass, throbbed a reminder that one orgasm was not nearly enough.

Nick’s taunt of “show me what you can do with a ruler” had set off the combative side of her alpha nature. There was no way in hell she’d let him win a war of words, nor would she pass on a dare issued from his lips. So she’d straddled the desk like he’d asked and proceeded to show him what she could do with one little ruler.

She’d become lost in the pure, unmitigated joy of the soft, flat wood striking her skin. The sudden sting led to a warming blush which turned into a tingling delight so intense she was getting wet again just thinking about it. Leaping lupa’s but the pleasure she’d been missing.

Her mistake, however, was not listening to the grunts and growls of the male on the other side of the glass. While each swat of the ruler had brought her closer to release, it had also brought him closer to the change. His nails had lengthened, teeth filled his mouth and the wolf was hammering at his skin to get out. She had ignored his crazed appearance and gone for their games winning stroke—one firm smack in front.

The reverberation sunk past her folds and surrounded her clit with a sensation of unadulterated bliss. The resulting orgasm rocked her to the tips of her toes and had turned her snarky mate into a snarling beast.

“Mangy mutt needs a finger flick to his muzzle,” she grumbled, sitting gingerly on the chair to roll up her stocking.

All hell had broken loose after her spasms had stopped. Nick was a half-formed wolf beating at the thick glass trying to get to her, Dante and crew were pounding at the outside door and she was about to flash the whole lot of them her very satisfied pussy.

Zeva clipped the last snap of her garter to the stocking below and settled her regular uniform skirt over her legs. She would never be late to work again at Dante’s. If there was one thing she’d proven to herself tonight, it was that while playing with Nick in an environment such as this was one thing, the reality of anyone else seeing the show went beyond her sexual limits.

“Happy V-Day, Zeva dear.” Angel called from her Jaguar convertible. The green-eyed monster sat heavy upon Zeva’s chest as she waved back at the stunning beauty that sped from the lot, on her way to meet her super secret lover. It was a Valentine’s Day for the books, that was for sure, but not the first she had spent needy and alone.

Best Valentine Ever!

Every year, she began February with high hopes for a good Valentine’s Day. And every year, Lex made sure it sucked. Marissa stared out the passenger window of Mooney’s battered old truck and moped. This year was supposed to have been perfect. She had a business that was doing well, had a real boyfriend. Thanks to Lex, her first ever real boyfriend got to bail her out of jail. She was going to skin that little turd and make her a god-cat rug.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Mooney asked, his voice sounding nervous. “I’m sorry it took me so long to take the sheriff into letting me bail you out.”

Marissa refused to look at him, to let him see her face all red and blotchy from crying. He hadn’t seen her blotchy-faced when the sheriff led her out dressed in a jail-house orange jumpsuit, though she’d been crying all afternoon. She had managed to get it under control once the deputy, a sweet older lady, whispered to her that her “fella” was sweet talking the sheriff and to pull herself together.

No, this round of waterworks had started when she’d been told she couldn’t go back into her Coffee shop until the investigation was concluded and that her cloths had also been confiscated for evidence. She was now on her way to Mooney’s tiny little apartment dressed in one of those white paper outfits they used on crime scenes to keep from contaminating things.

“Is it something I did?” he asked hesitantly. “I can take you somewhere else if you don’t want to stay at my place.”

Marissa squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head vehemently. “It’s not you,” she said, making herself talk around the wet, spongy mass that had taken up residence in the back of her throat.

“Then what is it?” he asked.

“It’s just-“ she started. What was she thinking? She couldn’t tell a beta wolf what really had her so upset, could she? Wasn’t there some advice or other that said to never show weakness to a wolf?

“It was something I did, then,” he mumbled when she didn’t finish. To heck with it, Marissa said to herself.

“You are the first guy I’ve ever been serious about and I wanted today to be perfect for us,” she spat, hurrying he words so fast they ran together.

“Not me?” he asked as he pulled into a spot in front of his apartment building.

“Not you,” she conformed softly. “I had a special dinner all planned out for you. Elk meat steaks for you, eggplant for me and a new recipe for a desert coffee called French Kiss. For once I had someone to do something special for and that damn Lex wrecked it!”

**********

Mooney looked over at her, shocked. She was going to do all that for him? A ne’r-do-well beta who couldn’t hold down a job even when his brother had been the editor? He didn’t know what made him say it, but he couldn’t stop himself. “That’s good. ‘Cause then we’d have been eating two dinners.”

His goth-girl looked over at him, he sweet face looking shocked. He felt all squirmy inside, seeing her face wet from tears. He wasn’t much of a wolf, but if she thought he was a good enough boyfriend to try and do something special for him, he would damn well find some way to show her she was right to trust him. He smiled at her, hiding his own unease as he wrapped his huge coat more tighter around her slim shoulders. She said nothing, just followed him meekly up the four flights of stairs to his place.

The problem was he hadn’t had anything planned. He did have a couple rabbits he’d hunted in his fridge, but his witchy lady was vegetarian, like most of her kind. Ah-ha, he remembered with glee. He had accidentally bought a bag of vegetarian stir-fry mix last month, thinking it was Mongolian beef. He could fix up the stir-fry and add some rabbit to his share. Um, and he thought he maybe had one more of those boil-in-bag rice thingies his mom had dropped off at his place a while ago when she was on one of her health kicks. Did those things have a shelf life?

**********

“That was awesome!” she said to him after they finished eating. Mooney got up and started clearing the table. It had turned out surprisingly good or an omnivore dinner. Maybe his mom was right about rabbit food not being horrible to eat—especially when served with rabbit! He looked up suddenly when Marissa grabbed his hand. “You cooked,” she said with a smile and a funny look in her eyes. “I’ll clean up and do the dishes since I don’t have anything to give you for Valentine’s Day.”

Mooney looked at her, standing there all sweet and innocent looking, dressed in his one white dress shirt and nothing else. She had changed into it and out of the paper thing the deputy had given her to wear home, saying that his clothes were big enough she could pretend to be wearing a sexy dress for him. He had loved the way she blushed and got all shy when he said she looked better in his clothes than in anything he had ever seen her in. He didn’t know what made him say it, but he couldn’t stop himself. “That’s ok, baby. You clean up out here while I get desert ready for you in the bedroom. That one can be our present to each other.”

He grinned at her shocked looked. He turned and headed to his room before she saw the panicked look on his face. Him and his big mouth! What could he possible serve her for desert in his bed room? He shut the door and looked around. Gah, it was a mess! He began grabbing armfuls of stuff and shoving it in the closet, under the bed, any place he could cram it.

“Ouch!” he swore when an old box of Halloween decorations fell on his head. Wait! Didn’t have an old set of angel wings in there? He looked and began grinning. Yes, he did. And a little devil’s costume from when he was ten. An idea started bubbling up. He grabbed the devil costume- just horns, a tail and a pitchfork- stuffed them into a black silk pillow case and tied the end shut. He scribbled a note on it, telling her to put them on then join him at her leisure. He hung it on the bedroom doorknob and finished his preparations.

**********

Marissa waited until all sounds of hurried movement had stopped from the other sie of the bedroom door. She looked down at herself. Did he mean for her to wear just the horns and tail or keep his shirt on as well? Too late, she said to herself. She wasn’t going to delay this any longer just to take the shirt off. She was dying of curiosity as it was! She knocked once or twice then opened the door slowly. Oh, my!

There her wolf lay, tied to his own bed wearing nothing but a set of hokey angel wings, a big bow over his slim hips, and nothing else. How on Earth had he managed to tie himself to the bed? She wondered. The sight of two-hundred fifty pounds of muscular, sexy wolf tied up and ready to be taken advantage of- dressed like an angel to her devil- was the hottest thing she had ever seen. And he’d done all this for her?

“My, my, my. What have we here?” she said, as she shut the door behind her. “My very own Valentine, all wrapped up and waiting to be devoured,” she said with a throaty purr. Best Valentine's Day Ever! she squeeling in her head.

Playing Cupid at the Pleasure Club

Almost full-moon howls, shapeshifter lovers. So, I was suddenly struck by the idea of a cupid pretender. Maybe, my muse considered it to be a good ha-ha jest and she shot one of those Valentine’s Day arrows through my writer’s brain. But then, I always have been overly curious. What would it be like to play cupid? Sorta...

Playing Cupid at the Pleasure Club

Sliding deeper into the steam-hot, bubbly spring water, Kessi muttered, “Playing cupid isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

Why she’d ever let Pietro, a full-fledged cupid, talk her into taking over part of his flight route on Valentine’s Day...well, all too obviously, she’d been a gullible mark. Fun, he’d said, and oh-yes! Oh-so joyfully rewarding. In her defense, Pietro did own a silver tongue and could sing so beautifully Kessi vibrated to the ceiling every time.

And, okay, so some of the couples she’d arrowed had made her own heart all shimmery with delight. While invisibly hovering above them, she’d been filled with an utter sweetness and a lightness of being, as she watched them realize their love for each other.

Still, Kessi hadn’t been this frazzled and definitely undazzled for a long, long while.

Momentarily rising, she shook her small wings like a songbird, then folded them against her back. Luxuriating, she gazed around the love-nest room Dante had provided for her.

The werewolf had caught her shooting a heart-activating arrow at that humping-wild beast called Nick. Well, sigh-sadly, although her aim had been true for the rest of her Valentine’s Day targets, she’d only managed to deliver the pink-fire potion to Nick’s rump.

At the last second, the crazed werewolf had triumphantly raised a wooden ruler. Why, she wasn’t exactly sure, except it had to do with some manner of bizarre sex fetish.

Her archery expertise had been foiled. The arrow glanced off the ruler, boinged off a mirror, flashed off a glass window. Then, the tip stabbed into the thickest part of Nick’s left butt cheek.

Some part of Kessi had secretly hoped, as she watched the pink-fire pulse streak toward Nick’s backside, that it would strike one of his furry swinging nuts. Alas, her curiosity about the consequences of love-arrowing a male’s family jewel remained unsatisfied.

Scissoring her legs, Kessi delighted in the over-large, brass tub that had been designed to look like a blooming tulip. Given she was a fae-angel, she’d adored the flower tub and the pillow-opulent room on sight.

Dante had appeared pleased with her air-whirling gratitude, and the tiny kiss she’d pressed to his cheek for his obvious generosity. He’d even had a fruit basket delivered by a polite beta, proving he knew what her kind preferred to eat.

Kessi shimmied her petite body, and let her eyelids drop shut. She yielded to the warmth deliciously seeping into every muscle and tendon. So what, if the werewolf merely wanted her to spread the word about his pleasure club. Right now, his hospitality was exactly what she needed.

How long Kessi floated, drifting in and out of a light slumber, she didn’t know. She only knew the fragrance of daisies, her favorite flower, misted inside her nostrils from all the petals she’d strewn in the swirling bath water.

“Lovely one.”

Startled out of her dreaming reverie, Kessi splashed like mad as she attempted to sit up. With her soaked wings flapping, spraying droplets of water everywhere, she grabbed the edge of the tub to push herself up, and make her escape.

Instead, she met chocolate-brown eyes that glowed with what could only be called extreme desire. She also smelled the oak-tree, potent blood of a fae man. However, not a full blood.

“I am Zhallin.” He offered a nut-brown hand as if he would assist her out like a gentleman.

Kessi stared at his slim, but strong hand, and knew what House of Fae he belonged to. Unless he was estranged, or had been banished from the Scottish Highlander clan.

Inwardly, she sighed. There was no need to ask how he’d gotten inside her room. He’d simply phased through the wall as she could do -- but, would not have done.

“Your ethics are not to be admired. You were not invited,” she tartly snapped. Shoving herself upward, she managed to slide down the tub’s tulip-petal side.

“You would have invited me. If you had known about my presence.” His cock-of-the-walk tone grated on every fibre of her being like a badly played harp.

As she began to slip on the wet tiles, his hands surrounded her waist, steadying her. With her wings still too wet for a fast getaway, and her phase ability sluggish, Kessi zapped his hand.

The sparks from her fingertips bounced, probably only tickling him. Drat!

“Copper,” he explained, amusement coloring his voice.

“Oysters?” she swiped, then resisted the urge to fight his hold.

Her wings would serve her well if she could stall his lust, as evidenced by his trunk-like cock. With only the thin suede of his breeches between them, it happily leaned like a tall piece of lumber against the curve of her hip.

“Oysters with parsley, thyme, savory,” he poured into her ear, “all foods high in copper.”

“Fleeing from giants...are we?” Kessi eyed the copper cuff bracelet he wore, and noticed the copper studs lining his knee-high boots.

“Giant hunter.”

Kessi stilled, and became so unmoving she couldn’t feel the rise and fall of her breath. Only the bravest of fae, and other kindred beings, hunted rogue giants.

“I don’t intend to become a giant’s hors d'oeuvre,” he added.

“No,” she murmured, knowing giants avoided copper like the plague. There was another thing Kessi knew as her blood hummed quicker. He told no falsehood. “Let me go,” she calmly demanded.

“You have the most beautiful gold and white wings, lovely one. I could stroke and kiss each feather.”

His breath hotly fanned her ear as he caressed her waist. Even though, his touch was compelling, almost arousing, Kessi folded her arms. She tightened her jaw with resolve.

“Lout. You’re interrupting my time of much-needed rest. I’ve spent all day flitting about the world...to, to bring love into bloom,” she hesitated, since she’d promised not to reveal her cupid like activities to anyone. Dante had seen her, so that didn’t count.

“I promise to make you bloom. Several times.”

His seductive growl clued her in, as did his feral mating scent. A wolf lived inside him. Could he shift?

Kessi dismissed her curious thoughts. “You’re forcing me to use the last of my energy to escape you. Go...go kill some giants.”

He stepped back so fast, Kessi swayed slightly. She clutched the tub’s rim, her head awhirl. And, to her surprise, her body complained about being abandoned.

“Forgive me, lovely one. I misunderstood my cousin. He told me to guard you.”

When he paused, Kessi gazed at him fully. Entranced by his magnificent mane of seal-brown hair, she stared. It was so glossy and thick in texture, she had erotic visions of it gliding all over her.

After sweeping a low bow, he took another few steps back. The glow of his eyes dimmed as he fought to control himself.

“Guard me?” Kessi swallowed, and didn’t loosen her grip on the rim.

“Yes.” He loosed a ragged and hungry breath. “I believed Dante meant that you wished to be -- pleasured. I realize now, he meant for me to watch over you. Protect you.”

“Oh.” Kessi’s head hadn’t stopped whirling. “This is a Pleasure Club. I guess I understand why you believed...” Her words deserted her.

“May I sing you into slumber? I know the ancient songs.”

His sincerity rang through her, the crystalline tones of an angel’s bell. Kessi nodded after a moment, then offered him her hand.
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HAVE A HAPPY SHAPESHIFTING DAY!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Extra, Extra...Read All About It. Valentine's Day in the Peak.

Valentine Peep Show Gone Wild

By Angelina O’vmerci

Sources say Dante’s Interspecies Pleasure Club was the place to be on Valentine’s Day Eve. Sources say the normally quiet and dignified peep shows in the Glass House Gallery turned wild when wolves crashed the party. One bystander was quoted as saying “the sound of breaking glass was hideously loud, but the howling and growling, now that was from a hungry wolf…only not hungry for food if ya knows what I am saying…”

Other patrons spoke of Dante’s anger at the “unruly, can’t admit the truth mutt” causing problems for his bitch, while another claims they pulled the offending wolf out by his tail, half transformed and screaming some nonsense about rulers and wooden desks.

Who was this wolfman? None of the party goers knows for sure and when Dante was questioned all he had to say was this… "Distemper. That boy needs to get his shots.”

We may never know the identity of the wild wolf, but in this reporter’s opinion, he’s bound to be carrying with him one heck of a stick of wood!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ms. Etiquette Reporting From Alaska

Good Hearts Day to my readers and fans. I've been away longer than anticipated. Before you ask if I'm returning any time soon. Well, that decision remains to be made.

Here's what I've learned:

1) Distance and time do make the heart grow fonder.

2) Going it alone isn't as much fun as submitting and letting two handsome jocks take the lead.

3) Twice the pleasure, twice the fun when there are two instead of one

4) Pain and pleasure mix well when combined in the right quantities.

So Gents and Ladies, widen your horizons. Tell your lover your fave fantasies and see what pleasure you can dream up. You might be surprised how content your heart's contentment is.
And if a few more join up along the way, pleasure multiplied is pleasure increased.

Till next time,
Tory Griswold
Ms. Etiquette and Hunks
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From the desk of The Love Wolfess

Happy Valentine’s Day Howls to You

As I pen this special heart’s day column, my shapeshifter dear ones, our life-nourishing sun descends in a blaze of jowl-licking color behind the darkening mountaintops. There is also a shade of pink that can only be described as Neon Valentine Pink coloring the far horizon.

Is it a good omen? Perhaps, Gypsy Red Wolf knows that answer.

Instead of answering your questions today, I will be offering a solution for those of you who are feeling lonely -- those of you who are experiencing heartache.

In the tradition of Lupercalia, our Wolfen Celebration of Fertility and Love, there will be a lottery mating party at the Interspecies Pleasure Club.

From sundown to sunrise on Monday, Valentine’s Day, come enjoy the Roman-style ballroom. The lottery will begin at midnight and private rooms are guaranteed should you desire.

A sumptuous feast will be served, along with the wine or drink of your choice. Roman fun and games will also ensue. Several different bands will be playing throughout the night. And, wild dancing and howling is encouraged, as always.

While togas are not required, remember, they are easily shed should you joyfully succumb to carnal desires, or want to shift for a run through the forest, and engage in that ‘other’ primal mating experience.
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For further details contact: Venus de Moon, the party coordinator.
~~~

Sozchy signing off...

Sexcitations, good, good love vibrations to All...

And, just for you, here’s a little poem that found it’s way out of my heart.

~ HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY ~

Even though we are mountains apart
May the passionate howls of my heart
Slide down on silvery moonbeams
And wildly spin your midnight dreams
In favor of my frenzied fierce pursuit.

I would forever be your protecting brute.
Run by my side in forest moonbeams
Let me see your desires, your dreams
As we roll, play, and relentlessly mate.
Lonely for you, I howl demands to fate.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Guts & Butts Gazette, volume 2011-2-14

Police Blotter

2/10 - Noxious odor. Police received multiple complaints from building behind Java Joe’s Coffee Shop regarding a noxious smell. Investigating officers found one Lexor Luthor passed out over a Bunsen burner. Mr. Luthor was highly combative once he regained consciousness and exhibited signs of delusion. He was released into the custody of a female claiming to be his caretaker.

2/11 - vandalism. Police received a call of a vehicle being vandalized. Investigating officers found “You Cheeting How” written on shoe polish on the windshield of the complainant’s vehicle in the parking lot of the Pleasure Club. Police were able to gather enough information to make an arrest of the complainant’s ex-husband, whom they found passed out behind the wheel of his own vehicle on the other side of the parking lot. The complainant declined to file charges.

2/12 - Burglary in progress. Police received a silent alarm call from Kat’s Party Supplies. By the time police arrived on sceen, the perpetrator(s) had already left. The store proprietor confirmed that the only thing taken was a case of red crepe paper stringers, a case of white crepe paper stringers, and three cases of silly string.

2/13 - vandalism, criminal mischief. Police received several calls of a high-schoolers vandalizing homes. Police did catch several suspects in the act of papering the home of a this year’s home coming queen in red and white crepe paper. When confronted, the unruly teens proceeded to deploy the silly string at the officers. In all, seven minors were arrested for vandalism, criminal mischief, simple assault and, because they were found in possession of items stolen the day before, burglary. They were all released into the custody of their mothers.

2/14 - public intoxication, lewd behavior. Police received several call beginning about six am of individuals “acting drunk” and wandering the down town business district in various states of undress. It was discovered that all of these individuals had stopped at Java Joe’s Coffee Shop. After considerable effort, in which two deputies became ill, the store was closed and the proprietress taken into custody. No charges have been filed pending further investigation.

Maggie’s V-Day Dish

Good morning, puppies and kittens, it’s le jour d’amour, the day of love, and romance is in the air! Did you all get your flowers and candy and fish and fresh kills from your loved ones? Got those scented candles ready? Let’s see who’s nuzzling up to whom –

Is it moi, or has the tiger population in Talbot’s Peak taken a sudden jump? Especially that big white fellow with the delicious Russian accent. He seems to favor that woodsy biker hangout. Might there be someone there who’s caught his lovely blue eyes? A red-headed dancer, perhaps?

Our resident eligible millionaire, Brand, may be off the market, alas. He’s been spotted squiring a certain razor-penned reporter around town, and it looks like it’s serious. The cat and the bat? Stranger things have happened.

As for you, Devon, you can’t hide from these eyes. I’ve seen you and your escort. Still chasing the cat-tail, eh? You naughty boy. Does Daddy know?

Speaking of naughty boys, there’s a new shutterbug in town who seems to have a fondness for male-tail. Is it a darkroom or a closet you’re hiding in, darling?

A personal word to a certain newspaper editor: oak is not the wood of love. Seriously, dear, you could do with a new desk.

What’s this about peep shows at that woodsy biker bar? With male performers? Note to self: must visit soon, with quarters.

That’s all for the love-fest, darlings. I’m off to my own tryst with my sexy beau. Hugs, licks and kisses, and toodles!



~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well, I Never

“Belonging” is now on the market. For those who missed my earlier chest-thumping, “Belonging” is the story of Jeremy, a young man raised by vampires, who falls in love with a vampire, only to discover his boyfriend is carting around some really serious baggage. More serious than being undead, having fangs and drinking blood, I mean.

I never thought I’d write a vampire story. Hell, I never thought I’d be writing romance. I grew up reading SF, fantasy and comic books. I watched Star Trek religiously. Romance novels in those days centered on weepy wussettes who pined after arrogant assholes who belittled them throughout the book and then married them in the last chapter. Not what I wanted to read, and definitely not what I’d write. Write a romance? I scoff at you.

Shows what I know.

At some point in the 1980s the wussettes stopped crying, got jobs, got independent, kicked those arrogant jerks to the curb and found men worthy of them. I discovered Nora Roberts and started reading romance. I was still into SF and fantasy, though the books I’d always favored had a romantic element to them. I was writing and occasionally selling fantasy stories. Still no plans to write romance.

Enter paranormals. Suddenly the fantasies had hot parts. I could get mutants and relationships in the same book. Better still, humor, long missing from both genres, was allowed. Okay, maybe I could write this.

A market call for an anthology sparked an idea and prompted me to try my hand. They didn’t take my story. Another publisher did. All of a sudden I was a published paranormal romance writer.

Hetero only, thank you very much. Chicks and dudes exclusively. Okay, back in high school when I was writing X-Men fan fiction I made Angel gay. That was an aberration. I don’t do slash. No way.

Then another market opened up, and sparked another idea. Two guys, one woman. The guys ditch the woman and end up together. It sold. Just like that I’m a published writer of paranormal M/M romantic comedy. If my English teachers could only see me now.

Still no vampires. The market, in my opinion, had become oversaturated with the fangy fuggers. Sure, I read “Interview with the Vampire,” and drooled over Spike like everyone else with estrogen. Couldn’t get into “Moonlight,” sorry. I planned to stick to shapeshifters. What else could be said about vampires? How do you make it original? Nope. No vampires, no way, no how.

You know where this is going.

No anthology this time, just the raw idea. I look down at my screen and there’s a vampire there and I’m writing about him. Them. Two guys again. What the hell? What happened to all the women?

Okay, there’s a woman. She’s in the next one. Halfway through my vampy tale I got an idea for a sequel. A M/M/F ménage. I never thought I’d be writing a ménage, but …

The moral of the story? Never say never, I guess. My subconscious is a twisted bastard and my muse is an evil bitch. If this keeps up, I’ll be writing that M/M/M ménage idea after all, and damn the pronouns. That one has an SF setting. I haven’t abandoned my background entirely.

One little side note: My original title was “Blood Lust,” but while I was dragging my feet with the final edits Stormy Glen came out with a book with that title and I had to scramble after something else. The moral of THAT story is, stop screwing off and get back to work before all the good titles get taken. I’ll never procrastinate again. Oh, wait …

Belonging
Categories: Erotic Romance, Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Word Count: 53,465
Heat Level: SIZZLING
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.

This new release is offered at a 15% discount for four weeks.
[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, vampires]
Raised by vampires, Jeremy Teach wants nothing more than to belong to a vampire. After a slayer destroys his family, Jeremy flees to southern California and finds work as a prostitute in a brothel that caters to paranormal creatures. Here he meets and falls in love with Wallace, one of his vampire clients.
However, Wallace is harboring a deadly secret from his long-lost human past that threatens their future together. Can Jeremy learn to forgive, or is their relationship doomed?
A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

Too soon they arrived back at Jeremy’s apartment. He climbed the steps reluctantly, Wallace at his back. What now? Stick with the brain and take things slow, or listen to his cock and go for it?

He unlocked the door and stepped inside. Wallace started to follow then slammed to a halt as if he’d run up against an invisible wall. “What?” Jeremy started before he remembered. “Oh. Right.”

“‘Right,’ he says. The big vampire expert. Private dwelling, scarecrow. I can’t come in unless you invite me.” He took a step back onto the landing and waited expectantly.

Moment of truth time. In his brief seconds of hesitation his brain reared up and reasserted itself. “If I ask you in, I won’t want you to leave. I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

Wallace took it better than expected, with a curt nod instead of a protest. “It is your night off, and I did promise no sex. Just tell me who the bastard is so I can hunt him down and rip his guts out.”

“Who?”

“Whatever bat it was who screwed you up this bad. I know you want me. Your pulse has been skidding all over creation tonight, but you keep fighting it. The marks don’t always show up on the skin.”

Jeremy sagged against the doorjamb. “Her,” he said, “and she didn’t screw me up. Don’t bother looking. She’s gone.”

“Her.” Wallace pressed his lips together. “I should have figured. That’s why I steer clear of women. They can fuck up a guy something fierce. Is that why you stick to males now? Oh, stop giving me the look. You can keep your little secrets. We’ll save it for the next date. There’s going to be a second date, right?”

Jeremy shook his head. “We’d better not. We’d better just keep it professional, and safe.”

“Fuck safe.” A corner of Jeremy’s jacket poked out beyond the barrier of the threshold. Wallace grabbed it and hauled Jeremy back onto the landing. He clamped his hand on the back of Jeremy’s neck and claimed Jeremy’s mouth with his own.

No desperate, beast-blind attack this time. The kiss left Jeremy floundering in something close to shock. Unused to a vamp in full control of himself, he had no idea how to respond.

“I know what your problem is.” Wallace’s mouth moved against his lips. “We’re outside the whorehouse now. Outside your little controlled environment. Out here in the real world you’re not in charge. You don’t know what’s going to happen. That’s what’s making you twitchy.” His grin brushed Jeremy’s cheek. “Too bad. I don’t want the whore. I want you, and that’s who I intend to get. Stop trying to run things. I’m driving the bus now. Relax and enjoy.”

Having little choice at the moment, Jeremy gave in. Past and future faded until only the present remained, brought into sharp focus by Wallace’s firm, full lips and the skillful probe of his powerful vampire’s tongue. Fangs scratched teasingly over Jeremy’s lower lip, the enticement of a nip that never came.

After a timeless stretch, Wallace eased away, leaving Jeremy reeling. He had to take a moment to re-orient himself in the here and now. At some point, Wallace had backed him against the doorjamb. It was the only thing holding him up, as his legs had lost most of their strength.

Wallace nodded over his handiwork, grinning like a fiend. “That’s what I like to see, you all shook up like that.” He dropped his gaze from Jeremy’s face to far lower down. His grin got even wider. “If I took you right now, right out here,” he said huskily, “would any of your neighbors object?”

“Mrs. Schneider would probably call the cops, but not till we’re done. Her TV’s broken.”

“Get her up here. We’ll have a threesome.”

“She’s eighty-seven.”

“I’ll make her go easy on you.”


ADULT EXCERPT

Jeremy happily kept his word because Wallace had kept his. From Wallace’s first touch, his naked body pressed to Jeremy’s, it was clear the vampire was in full control of himself. No mindless gropes, no frantic blood-lust fumbling. He could surrender himself without qualm to Wallace’s expertise.

Except for a vampire’s patented oral fixation.

After Jeremy turned his head away for the second time, Wallace growled and sat up. “All right, scarecrow. What did I fuck up now?”

“Nothing. I can’t help it. I swear I taste rat.”

“It’s all in your head. I downed half a bottle of Scope in there. You want me to brush my teeth again?”

“I don’t think that’ll help. Wait, I’ve got an idea. You willing to try something new?”

Wallace brightened. “The dresser?”

“No, not the dresser. God. Here. Sit up, against the headboard. Yeah, like that. Now spread your legs. Wider.”

“You like giving orders, don’t you?”

Jeremy couldn’t answer. He’d already knelt between Wallace’s thighs and taken his cock in his mouth. Wallace had a thick, heavy penis that required a bit of jaw-stretching, but not so big that Jeremy couldn’t handle it. He grinned mentally at the surprised noise Wallace made, and went to work.

His cock was so hot, almost burning. Normally sucking off a vamp was like swallowing a Popsicle. Jeremy worked his way down with deliberate slowness, savoring every torrid millimeter. He switched his attention to Wallace’s sack, and sucked expertly on his balls. If only his own tongue were as rough as a bat’s, to bring off that extra bit of tactile pleasure. Judging by the delighted sounds Wallace was making, and the hand that suddenly clenched in his hair, Jeremy figured the vamp didn’t mind.

When he had Wallace’s penis sufficiently slicked up and nicely hardened, Jeremy pulled away. Wallace voiced an incoherent protest and grabbed at him to haul him back. Instead Jeremy turned his back and started to lower himself. Wallace hissed against his shoulder as understanding caught up with him. He set his powerful hands on Jeremy’s narrow hips to guide the human onto his straining, eager cock.

Already adjusted to each other, they fit together with Jeremy settled on Wallace’s lap. Wallace filled every square inch of him. He reached around and caught Jeremy’s narrower shaft in his hand and stroked in time to the pumping of his hips.

With all his senses focused on his building release, Jeremy almost didn’t register the scrape of teeth on his sensitized skin. Wallace had gotten caught up in the moment and forgotten the no-mouth rule. He closed his teeth on Jeremy’s shoulder then nibbled and gnawed his way up to the neck, and the pulsing, tantalizing jugular.

Yes, Jeremy gasped in his head. He gripped the hand working his cock and urged it faster while he leaned into the assault on his throat. Bite me. For God’s sake, bite me. Please.

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If you made it down this far, congratulations. Like the pic? Me too. In my opinion, the scariest thing on the streets is a slash fan with Photoshop.

Love Shape Shifter Style

Octavia swooped lower, allowing the last breeze to carry her closer to the building where Spirit Bear stood talking to another male. The other male's aura signature fascinated her. She'd never seen one like it. Red at the inner core with blue and white edges. Why was his outer layer cool and bland?

A sharp shriek caught her attention. A large hawk circled near the tree line adjacent to the airport. So the Yakuza sought to spy on her and learn who the power wielder she sought was.

Summoning her inner vision, she called forth one of her kindred. "Hear me my brethren. He who resembles a brother avian is not what he appears. I ask your help in chasing him from the skies. If a she appears instead, do not hesitate to chase her as well. Thank you."

Many birds, large and small, took to the air. Their calls and cries filled the sky. Soon the growing dark spot dissipated and swarmed the two hawks moving away.

Screeches and shrill replies echoed off the near by buildings. A few human pointed and watched.

Octavia landed near one of the buildings; shifting as she moved into the shadows. Replacing her feathers with acceptable apparel, she called up on her third eye to find Spirit Bear. She hoped he'd caught her message and seen the fight. He needed to hid and dowse his magic until he returned to the protection of his condo.

Spending the night with her ex promised to be different. Sex and lust filled a few hours. Sleep a few more. It was the in between that worried her. Mickey and Night Hawk would defer to Tongson since he was their tribal shaman. Octavia didn’t have to submit to his dominance. Question was would he finally acknowledge her equality and stop resisting her offers of help.

Heat rolled through her as she moved through the parking lot looking at every person who passed. Two men several rows over caught her eye as heat waves rippled off them and flooded to her. Tongson! Who was the bird with him?