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Thursday, October 31, 2019

Enjoying Bones MC? Be on the look out for Bones MC 3: Sword...

Magenta: The day my mom took up with Black Reign was the worst day of my life. She became ol’lady for their president. I became another whore for the club to push around. To hurt. And they all loved to hurt me. Especially Handlebar. I didn’t conform, didn’t obey like they thought I should. I fought them at every turn because death was preferable to living this life. Beaten, downtrodden, I was about to be given to yet another man. This one, however, was the scariest man I’d ever seen. He was intent on having me on his own turf and I wasn’t sure I would survive.

Sword: The second I saw the slight young thing being beaten by that ogre of a man, something inside me I’d thought leashed broke free. A demon better left in check reared his head and I knew she would be mine no matter what. I got her, but she came with bigger problems than I was prepared to deal with. Not that it mattered. I’m Bones MC. We don’t give up and we protect our own. Even against The Devil himself…

***WARING!*** Bones MC has no pussies. These men are rough around the edges and fight as hard as they love. You can expect violence -- some that may have triggers -- and smoking hot sex. If either is something you object to, you should pass. Otherwise, expect a HEA and a man who always satisfies his woman.


She was in Sword’s arms. In a ridiculously small bed. Fully clothed in his shirt and sweatpants. At some point, she’d sprawled out on top of him, her hair tangling them together like silk bindings. One of his big hands rubbed soothingly up and down her back in comfort. That hand seemed to span the entire width of her back as he moved it over her skin lazily.
Magenta remembered him sliding into the bed with her, wrapping her up in his arms as they’d talked. Their conversation spun through her mind like a carousel. Did she believe everything he’d told her? She wanted to. Though she knew better, Magenta decided she’d believe him until he misplaced her trust. Didn’t mean she’d do it blindly though. Maybe she should lay it all out for him.
“You’re fine, girl,” he murmured sleepily. “We got an hour before we need to get up.”
“You know, if you’re trying to make me give up information on Black Reign, I’m more than happy to do it without you making me empty promises. Just promise you won’t make me go back, and I’ll tell you everything I know. That’s the only promise I want or need.”
He sighed, as if disappointed. “I just want another hour,” he grumbled. “Fine. Magenta, I promise I won’t make you go back. Think I said that earlier. Now, go back to sleep. You can spill it all later.”
“You’re kind of a grumpy bear when you wake up, aren’t you?”
Again, he grunted, but tightened his arms around her.
“What are you going to do? You left a man in the clubhouse so you can’t just blaze.”
With an exasperated grunt, Sword rolled them both, maneuvering so that he lay sprawled on top of her, his arms still wrapped around her. He nuzzled her neck, his lips grazing her skin in a soft caress. “Hush now. I need this last hour.” He didn’t stop moving his mouth over her neck.
“Stop,” she whispered, even as she lifted her chin and tilted her head to give him better access. What was wrong with her? Was she going to let him take advantage of her? God, her body had suddenly come alive! Shivers coursed through her, and she realized that, for the first time in her life, she was welcoming a man’s touch.
“I will if you want,” Sword said, even as he licked her flesh with one swipe of his flattened tongue. “Seems like you don’t know what you want. You didn’t push me away. Instead, if I’m not mistaken, your little nails are diggin’ into my back like you’re trying to hold me to you.” He sounded drowsy. Sexy. Like he was her lover waking her for morning sex.
“I -- I don’t know…”
“It’s OK,” he said between nips and scrapes of his teeth. “I’m not gonna take too big a bite out of you. At least not here or now.” He let his lips wander from her neck to her collarbone and back, never venturing into forbidden territory but arousing her like she’d never been before. “When we go to confront Black Reign, you’re staying here with Trucker.”
“You’ll need every man you have,” she breathed out, scarcely able to form a coherent thought beyond the fact that she wanted to cradle his head and push him to her aching breasts. “Crow will annihilate you if you don’t. In fact, call in help. He’s trying to lull you into a false sense of security before he springs whatever trap he has ready.”
“I promise you, the four men we’re takin’ into that clubhouse will be better equipped to deal with that entire club than Crow will be to deal with the four of us. But, you’re right. We called in reinforcements last night. There will be some friends of ours coming to help. Should be here in a little over an hour.” He shifted his weight off her just a little, just enough for her not to feel trapped. Then he laid his head on her chest and kissed the swell of her breast. “So I’d like to get my…” he raised his head to look back over his shoulder at the clock on the wall next to them, “fifty-four minutes.”
“Yeah. So would me and Viper.”
“If you guys need to get a room, you should have said something instead of staying out all fuckin’ night ridin’.”
“You two shut the fuck up. I’m determined to get my ‘fifty-four minutes’.”
“Fifty-three now, bro. Shut up your own damned self.”
Magenta didn’t know what to think or say. Lying with Sword like this was too intimate for strangers, but, strangely, not uncomfortable. All kinds of things went through her mind. Like if the others expected him to have sex with her right there. Did he expect that? If she gave in and embraced the sensations he kindled, would he humiliate her like Black Reign did? And what about Trucker? If everyone thought she’d given in to Sword, would they expect her to service them as well?
“Just relax,” Sword whispered. “No one is gonna hurt you.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You need to hear it.”
“Does me hearing it make it any truer than if you never said it?”
There was a long silence, and Magenta thought he’d dozed off. Then he lifted his face and kissed her throat, blazing a hot trail to her lips where he lingered a moment before pushing off her and getting to his feet. “I’ll wake you before we leave,” he whispered. “Get some more sleep. It will be a long ride home.”
With that, he hopped up onto the bunk above her. Immediately, Magenta felt his rejection like a brutal punch. Realistically, she knew she couldn’t have it both ways. She either wanted his touch or she didn’t. She was scared. Had voiced her reservations about how safe she was with him. He’d responded with the only option open to him.

Want more of Bones MC? Enjoy the first two books while waiting for Sword!

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Only one more week until the release of Bohannon...

Bones MC 2: Bohannon is almost here! With the release, I'll also be giving away two $5 Amazon gift cards to two lucky members of my newsletter. Not a member of my newsletter yet? That's OK! You can sign up on this very blog! Sign up form is on the right sidebar.

Now, for a sneak peek at BOHANNON!

“Look,” she said, resigning herself to whatever fate awaited her. “I can’t stay here. I have to work. If I miss, I’ll get fired, and I can’t afford that. Besides the fact I need a place to live, I’ve got several loans to pay back before I’m truly free of Markus’s legacy, no matter what’s happened to him.” Bohannon just looked at her. “I mean, I can’t just not pay back what I owe.” Still he said nothing. “I have to work, Bohannon! I have to!” She was getting a little desperate. Though Luna knew he wasn’t letting her go, would likely use her part on the earlier misadventure to force her to stay, she had to try.
“You done?”
When she didn’t respond, he nodded once in a crisp movement. “Good. You’ll stay here until we fix this. After that?” He shrugged. “We’ll see.”
“What do you mean ‘we’ll see?’ You can’t keep me here if I don’t want to stay!”
Bohannon took the two steps separating him from her and pushed her against the nearby wall. When her hands automatically went to his chest, pushing at him, he snagged both wrists and pinned them above her head in one of his big hands. Luna gasped, her mind telling her she was afraid. Her body told an altogether different story.
It was stupid. He was asserting his dominance over her, not in a sexual context, but in a way to tell her not to go against him. To do as he commanded. Yet, she recognized the dominant lover he would be. His large body so completely dwarfing hers he could manhandle her, use her body for his pleasure and, as perverse as it was, the thought turned her on more than she’d ever experienced before.
Her breasts ached for his touch. When he pinned her body between his big frame and the wall, she nearly moaned in delight as his chest mashed against hers. Could he feel her nipples stabbing him? Did she want him to? It was all Luna could manage to not lift her leg to hook around his hip and thrust her pussy at him in invitation.
“No one said you’d stay here against your will,” he grated. His voice was husky. Menacing.
Luna couldn’t speak. She could be as cutting as the next bitch, but this man was so far out of her league she couldn’t form words. He oozed sex and violence. A combination she’d thought she never wanted to experience. Yet, she had the feeling there was nothing this man could do to her she wouldn’t enjoy. He was nothing like her. He lived in a world where the rules were vastly different, even though they resided in the middle of civilized society. What startled -- and scared -- her the most was to realize exactly how much she wanted Bohannon in that moment. Despite the situation, despite the circumstances, this was still her Gage. Her mind might scream “no,” but her heart screamed a resounding “yes.”
When she didn’t say anything, simply stood passively beneath him trying to process her own lust, he gave her a humorless grin. The look said he knew exactly what she was struggling with and welcomed it.
“I never keep women who don’t want to be kept. But I’ve been known to make more than one good girl turn rogue.”
The second her little whimper of need escaped, Bohannon took possession of Luna’s mouth. He knew he was being a bastard, but he’d been wanting to kiss her from the moment she’d stepped out of that goddamned truck. She was too beautiful. Too innocent. If he’d had any decency in him at all, he’d have locked her in his room and left. That wasn’t happening. He’d take whatever she wanted to give him and coax a few things she didn’t. When it was over, they’d go their separate ways and remember the pleasure they’d shared as a fond memory.

Friday, October 4, 2019

Bones MC 2: Bohannon.. COVER REVEAL

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Cover Reveal - Bones 2: Bohannon

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Luna: Never in a million years did I think I’d meet up with my childhood hero like this. Beaten down and scared out of my mind, my heart dropped when I realized who had me. I’ve never been so humiliated in my life, but Gage Bohannon the man was even harder to resist than the ridiculous fantasy I’d held in my mind.
Bohannon: I’ve never kept a woman who don’t want to be kept. But I’ve made more than one good girl turn rogue. If I had any decency in me at all, I’d have locked her in my room and left her alone. Instead, I’ll take whatever she wants to give me and coax a few things she doesn’t.

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Friday, September 13, 2019

Can you feel it in your Bones?

Are you ready to meet Bohannon?

If he’d had any decency in him at all, he’d have locked her in his room and left. That wasn’t happening. He’d take whatever she wanted to give him and coax a few things she didn’t.

“I never keep women who don’t want to be kept. But I’ve been known to make more than one good girl turn rogue.” -- Gage Bohannon, aka Slayer, aka Bohannon

Come see what all the fuss in about in Somerset, Kentucky. Just don't mess with Bones...

***This book contains violence and questionable morals. Not to mention sex that is off the charts. Not for the faint of heart, but definitely hot enough to scorch the Autumn nights.***


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Changeling Press

Sunday, March 31, 2019

Are you ready for a new kind of hero?

A Shadow Demon, hell-bent on protecting his city…

Alexei Petrov has more money than he can ever spend in many lifetimes, but his life is more than glitz and glamour. Behind the scenes, Alex is part of an elite group working in the shadows, hunting down those who would prey on the most vulnerable in the city. Which is how he found the most desirable women he’s ever seen.

A young mother in fear for the life of her child…

Merrily fled with her daughter with death on her heels. She has no idea what her father has done, but he’s managed to throw her and little Bellarose into the middle of a war. Scared, hunted, Merrily gets caught in the crossfire of what looks like a gang war, but it’s something far more sinister. A desperate flight lands her in the arms of Alexie Petrov. Literally. And the man is everything she knows she can never have but wants with every fiber of her being.

Nowhere to hide…

Even tucked safely away in the home of the richest, most powerful man in the city of Rockwell, Merrily’s past finally catches up with her. Bellarose’s father has come calling, and hell is hot on his heels. Fleeing seems like her only option, but Alex is just as dangerous as anything headed her way. And far too seductive and possessive for her peace of mind. Though she knows he will only break her heart, Merrily can’t resist the lust that burns between them and soon finds herself more than infatuated with the man. Needing to prove her worth, Merrily knows she’s up for the challenge. Welcomes it. But just who are the demons in the night? And why does she welcome this one’s embrace?

"Son of a bitch, she's good," Giovanni muttered in awe, sweat pouring from his face. Alex tried not to react, but wasn't quite sure he suppressed his smirk. For the last week, Giovanni had put Merrily through a battery of tests to determine her proficiency with software, hardware, and programming. Giovanni had been more than a little condescending when they'd first started. The man truly had no idea how to behave in the company of people he didn't know. Merrily hadn't once pushed back, doing anything he asked of her without complaint or comment.
Currently, she was supposed to be trying to hack him. Gio had set up a controlled environment in a computer she was supposed to break into. He'd set her up across the room so neither could see what the other was doing and sent her to work. Two hours into it, Gio had stopped smirking and throwing little digs her way and started actively trying to keep her out. Five hours later, he’d started swearing under his breath. Both of them had fingers flying over the keys, but in contrast to Giovanni, Merrily had a serene visage, actually humming to herself as if thoroughly enjoying the experience.
"Ha," Gio exclaimed softly. "Thought you had me, didn't you…" He trailed off a second before the alarm on his real system started blaring an angry, urgent claxon.
"What the fuck?" Azriel pulled his gun, tracking around the room, looking for an intruder.
"Oh, come on!" Giovanni jumped up, knocking his chair over. He hastily hopped behind what he lovingly referred to as his "command center," which consisted of a wall of monitors and his work station. All the monitors were flashing an angry red with the words "SECURITY BREACH" blazoned in big white, flashing letters. Giovanni looked around, confused. "Why is it doing that? It's not supposed to flash on the monitors or make such a racket. What the fuck?"
The monitor in the very center switched to a black screen with code in white lettering flying up it in a blur. "No, no, no! That's impossible!" Giovanni pressed a few buttons, his gaze focused squarely on the monitor until he finally dove under the desk and unplugged the whole thing. The silence was deafening. The monitors dark.
"Uh, what just happened?" Alex asked. He'd also pulled his gun, unsure of what to do but making damned sure he was ready if there was a need. It wasn't until that very moment he realized he'd sprinted across the room to cover Merrily. He'd done it without thought or telling Azriel what he was doing.
Giovanni crawled out from under the desk to collapse in his chair. Sweat streamed down his face, his red/orange hair a disheveled mess. A stunned expression met Alex when they locked gazes. "I got… hacked." The voice that had been filled with sarcasm and cutting comments was now shaken and more than a little awed. "I got hacked," he repeated. "I… got hacked."
"All right there, buddy," Azriel said, helping Giovanni to stand. "I think this calls for a double malt. Right this way." He urged Gio to the bar in the corner of the room and poured him a shot before swigging from the bottle himself. Gio downed his with a gasp and held his glass out for more. Once filled, he downed the second one with less drama before wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
Once more, he looked at Azriel as if he were in a daze. "I got hacked."
"Yeah, I got that," Alex said. "But who…" He glanced at Merrily, who was leaning back in her chair, fingers laced together over her belly, that serene, innocent expression firmly in place. Too innocent.

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Shadow Demon: Along Came A Demon... SNEAKY PEEK

What struck Merrily the most was the difference in his appearance. He was, of course, in an impeccable tuxedo that molded his large, muscular frame lovingly, obviously tailored to perfection. His broad shoulders tapered to his narrow hips. He'd been good looking before but now   he was devastating. That was only part of it. His expression was completely closed off, giving away nothing of what he was thinking. It had been much the same way before, but his eyes had been at least somewhat expressive as he stared into hers. Now, they were cold. Calculating. As if he saw and heard as much as she had and was making a mental note on every single indiscretion and how to use it against the transgressor. He might look like he was there drinking and having a grand time without a care in the world, but Alex was working that room even harder than she was. The only difference was, he intended to do something with the information he gleaned. Either that, or he was looking for something in particular.
Their eyes met and he held her gaze steadily. A tall, thin blonde draped herself over him, as if he was all hers. Merrily had no idea if they were together or not and that made her blush, turning away. What if she'd kissed another woman's man? She was many things, but she'd never overstep like that.
She tried to keep moving, finding the pattern she was supposed to follow again away from Alex, but people kept snagging food from her tray. With any luck, she'd run out soon.
"I don't understand why you don't use this fundraiser for the local animal shelter, Alex," the blonde pouted. She'd burrowed so close to his side, she was practically fused there. "The city has enough homeless shelters. Besides, who wants that element in our city anyway?" She purred her stinging, insensitive comment, as if she were so much better than people like Rose and Merrily.
"There are always those in need, Victoria," Alex said with a shrug. "People are more willing to take in a stray cat than a person."
"Maybe so, but shouldn't they be getting jobs or something? I mean, handouts only mean more handouts." There were a few murmurs, but no one outright agreed or disagreed with her.
"Spoken like a person who paid more for her shoes than she did for her admission donation." Merrily didn't realize she'd said it out loud until all eyes settled on her.
Victoria looked down her nose at Merrily, giving her a disdainful, scornful look. "I'll have you know, I'm on the board of directors for the Housing the Homeless committee. I guarantee you I know more about the city homeless shelters than you do, girl."
Merrily knew she should just duck her head and leave. Keep her mouth shut. To her horror, her mouth had other plans. "I know every shelter in this city but one is currently filled to capacity on one of the coldest nights of the year. The only one with any room is one of the scariest places I've ever been in." Before she could get her wayward mouth under control, she added, "But I'm sure with your superior knowledge of homeless shelters, you know all about the drug dealers and pimps taking over during the night. Why, I bet your sleeping bag is down there right in the middle of the room where you can be available to anyone who wants to talk to you about it after you leave here." She tilted her head. "Do you even know where all the homeless shelters are? Because I can name every one and tell you which street they sit on and the landmarks surrounding them."
Again, no one seemed to know whether to outright disagree so they kept quiet, looking to Alex for guidance. Merrily wanted to sink into the floor and disappear. She was more foolish than her mother had ever thought she was.
Alex gave a slight smile. "Our little Mary over there has yet to learn her place in my home, but I'd say she was well on her way." He didn't say it with menace or even as a reprimand, but Victoria took it as such. The blonde woman sneered and looked down her nose at Merrily once again. "Once she does, her words will have greater meaning."
"My name is not Mary," Merrily said between clenched teeth.
Alex shrugged, but met her gaze directly. "No. It's not."
"I suggest you leave now, little girl," Victoria snapped, cuddling even closer to Alex as if seeing Merrily as a threat instead of a servant. Merrily thought she might as well be trying to climb inside his jacket. "I assure you, you won't be here long." The carnivorous smile said she'd be the reason Merrily left. Apparently, they really were together. Alex gave Victoria the side eye, still not showing any discernible emotion. Maybe a little irritation, but Merrily had no idea if it was for her or Victoria.
"You could use a break," he said, waving his hand toward the kitchen. "Take fifteen minutes to yourself."
"Without pay," Victoria called. Merrily wanted to throw the tray at her and had to concentrate on turning around. If her body ran away as horribly as her mouth had, she'd be in a world of hurt.
"Alex!" A deep voice boomed from behind her and a burly man pushed past her, nearly knocking her down to make his way to Alex. To her horror she recognized the man. Daniel J. Maddison… the second. Rose's paternal grandfather.
Merrily felt the room closing in on her. She couldn't breathe. Alex had gotten her to tell him about Rose's father; now the very man who'd paid her mother for Merrily to get an abortion was in the same room with her. Talking to Alex!

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Not all Demons are bad...

Shadow Demons 1: Along Came A Demon
by Marteeka Karland

He met her gaze steadily. When she turned away, he took the few steps separating them and cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. "In the meantime, I want you to cooperate with Mrs. McDonald when she brings you and Rose clothing or anything else she says you need. Don't fight her." Another tear slipped down her cheek and Merrily tried to free herself from his grasp. Alex was merciless, putting his other hand on the other side of her face. "Don't look away from me, Merrily," he said softly. "Take a couple days to rest and recuperate from your ordeal. Let Ruth do what she does, and I'll take care of the rest. After that, if you still want to leave, I won't stop you. But perhaps you'll find you like it here."
Finally, she nodded slightly. Alex was so relieved, he wanted to kiss her. Instead, he settled for memorizing her face. But when her lips parted, he found himself falling forward, until their lips were pressed together.
The shot of lust was immediate and hard. Alex had to fight a groan, but he heard Merrily's little whimper. Her hands clutched at the front of his shirt, bunching the expensive material. He had no idea if this was her way of holding him to her or if she simply held on for dear life, but Alex had -- had -- to kiss her.
Somehow, he found the presence of mind to separate from her long enough to look into her eyes, to see if she was afraid or, worse, disgusted with him. He halfway expected her to slap him. Lord knew he deserved it. He was offering her a safe haven. A job. A means to save herself and her daughter and get the hell out of Dodge if she wanted. Would she think he expected the use of her body in payment?
What he saw in her eyes was such a mixture of everything it made him growl. She was definitely interested in him as a man, but she was also terrified to turn him down. "Just one more kiss, Merrily," he whispered against her lips. "I'm not taking my payment from your body, but I have to kiss you again."
"OK," she managed. Alex could feel the fine tremors going through her body. Her hands still clutched at his shirt and he was thankful. At least she wasn't rejecting him outright. He knew she'd have no idea what to make of this. Hell, he didn't either. But the need… the hunger. All for her.
Never in his life had Alex experienced such a visceral reaction to a woman. It was all he could do to keep his kiss gentle. Especially when her hands adjusted her grip. She gripped the muscles of his chest, her fingers flexing and relaxing, kneading like a little kitten. Her return kiss was tentative, but she seemed to want to explore as much as he did.
When she whimpered beneath him again, he backed her up against the wall, one hand going behind her head, the other circled her back, holding her to him tightly, giving her no way to get away from him. He deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers with a little more force, letting her know how much he simply wanted to take her and damn the consequences.
Alex knew this was wrong. Knew he was taking advantage of a woman much younger and so much more inexperienced than he was in more ways than one. She would likely expect things from him after this. Truth be told, he'd give her anything she wanted if he knew he could have the free use of her body.
That thought brought back his sanity when nothing else could. Would she expect money? Luxuries? Would she expect them to be in a "relationship" now? Why did that thought not give him the anxiety he'd always felt when a woman got clingy?
Ending the kiss slowly, Alex pulled back, needing to see every expression on her face. Her eyes were still closed, a look of complete and utter bliss on her face. Her cheeks were the lightest pink, her lips kiss-swollen, giving her an adorable pouty look. When her eyes fluttered open, they sparkled like deep, clear emeralds. She didn't look like a woman who had landed the "big fish," she looked like a woman who'd completely lost herself in the moment and enjoyed it for the intensity of the pleasure she received.
As he watched, reality slowly began to take hold of her. Instead of elation or any number of other emotions, he saw shame. Humiliation.

Sunday, February 17, 2019

Outcasts 2: The Triad's Pet

Outcasts 2: The Triad's Pet

by Marteeka Karland

A feisty outcast...
Arryn's life has always been awkward. The daughter of a traitor and his pet, the only reason she is allowed to continue to live in the village is because of her exceptional talents in both healing and engineering. Even still, she knows how to pick her battles and lives a contented life.

A triad pledged to another...
Being taken as a pet is one thing, but to be taken by a trio of men who have pledged to be the promised of another woman is intolerable. Perhaps the impression Arryn made when she saved Storm's life was a strong one, but she certainly didn't sign up to be a pet. Dealing with her budding feelings for the three warriors is hard enough, but knowing she can never have them is enough to break her heart. Not that she'd ever let it show.

A village under siege...
When danger is deliberately brought into their midst, it's up to Arryn to direct her men. But how can a pet convince three stubborn warriors to trust in her unique abilities?


As always, the cool bath felt wonderful. I washed away the sweat I'd only been able to rinse, and my hair… I hadn't washed it thoroughly since before the whole thing started. I felt grimy and knew I smelled awful.
It took me a good thirty minutes before I was satisfied. Though I was now beyond exhausted, I felt a thousand times better. As the sun began its slow slide behind the mountain, I stood in the water next to the tiny pier and combed out my thick tresses, braiding them to work with later.
Gods, the cool water over my naked body felt delicious! I groaned as I sank down to my chin. The water wasn't deep, but it was enough I could sit on a nearby bolder and be in over my chest. It was where I headed now.
Not too far from the shore, I stretched out, leaning back against the rock above the water and stretching my legs out in front of me. My breasts bobbed in the water, peeking out only occasionally as the water flowed past. I soaked up the last rays of sun, turning my face up to the breeze and warmth.
I looked in the direction of the Triad compound. Situated on a slight hill to the north of the city, it was like a beacon to me. Was King Storm all right? Surely King Hildar would have come for me if he wasn't. Thinking about the kings brought on a wave of longing. Not for companionship, either. No. I couldn't help but focus on the lustful way Storm had looked at me in the mirror. Had that been merely because I was an available woman, or had he meant what he'd said? Had he thought me beautiful? I know I had certainly been taken with him.
All three of our kings were striking. Asher was probably the most physically flawless of the three, but they were all prime males. Any woman would be proud to have any of them. To have all of them? Well
Not for me. They $weren't for me.
Yet, my traitorous mind wandered into forbidden territory. As did my hand.
What if… what if they $did find me beautiful? Would they want to touch me? Make my body their own? Men in our village universally left me alone. I'd seen more than one look at me with lust-filled eyes, but I wasn't exactly what one would call a great catch. Naturally, I knew about sex, but had yet to experiment with anything other than self-pleasure -- which I was very good at. But to have a man touch me like that…
One hand cupped my breast while the other rubbed the length of my belly to settle over my mound. My clit was swollen and slick with my own lusts, needing the contact. I gave a lazy stroke, sighing in contentment as an exquisite pleasure rolled through me. What if that were Storm's finger petting me? What if Hildar were cupping and squeezing my breast? The mental image elicited a whimper from me.
I arched my back in offering to imaginary lovers, tweaking one nipple as I did. My fingers continued to stroke my clit under the water, the hot and cold sensations of my skin and the cool water an erotic stimulation.
Seconds later, my body clenched, my breath seized in my lungs. With a small cry, my orgasm rushed through me, over me, just like the flow of the water.
The wave started to settle when I opened my eyes, an uncanny sense directing my gaze south of my little haven. There, on the bank of the river a little way from my hut, stood King Asher. Tall and proud, he stood, legs slightly apart. He rubbed one hand over the front of his breeches as he watched… me.
As if someone had suddenly doused me in aphrodisia, lust hit me hard. A solid punch to the gut. I cried out as another, stronger orgasm overtook me. This one seemed to go on and on, never ending as I watched Asher take out the length of his cock and begin stroking himself.
He. Was. $Magnificent! Long and thick, his cock jerked before he took it in hand once again and stroked. I watched transfixed, my fingers still busy below the water. I had the mad urge to raise myself more fully onto the rock so he could see all of my body, see what he was stroking off to. Thankfully, I managed to control myself. In the back of my mind, I knew the euphoria of the situation wouldn't last, that I'd come crash-landing back to reality and the impact would destroy me if I embarrassed myself like that. Instead, I continued to watch, not moving but for my fingers still flicking my clit and plunging into my pussy beneath the water.
It wasn't long before Asher's movements became more insistent, frantic even. His lips pulled back from his teeth and I imagined I heard him growl. Then he tensed, threw back his head and groaned to the night. One white rope after another erupted from his cock, semen spilling onto the ground where he stood. I licked my lips, wanting to taste what he offered. Wanting to suck his cock into my mouth and clean him, readying him for another round, this time with me participating.
As I watched, he relaxed, his gaze finding mine. The heat I saw there pushed me over the edge once more, my pussy contracting around my fingers as the heel of my hand pressed and rubbed on my clit. I cried out, my gaze still locked with his. I couldn't seem to break away, even to preserve myself. I felt vulnerable. Stripped bare by his heated looks. I couldn't seem to look away, though. Couldn't disengage myself. Probably because I wanted to be with him, to feel what it would be like to have a man like him take me and teach me the pleasure to be found in his arms.
Asher tucked himself back into his pants and hesitated. For a moment, I thought he might approach me, but he didn't. Instead, he sketched me a small salute and turned to leave. Back to the compound with the rest of the Triad.