Content Advisory: Sensual sex scene.
The Everything Erotic team welcomes guest author, Kay Dee Royal and a steamy excerpt from her book, Big Girls Don’t Cry Wolf.
Book Description:
After the tragic loss of her twin sister, Brea works hard to prove herself worthy of her adoptive parent’s extra attention. She focuses on the success of the rustic resort her parents deeded to her.
Priorities change when sexy twin wolves in human form walk into Brea’s life. A dangerous rogue abducts her, but whom, if anyone comes to her rescue?
Excerpt:
Brea jumped in the passenger side. Grey got behind the wheel. He reached across the seat and slid Brea closer to him. She sniffed the air. It held Grey’s scent, musky fresh forest soil, minty pine, with a bit of spicy clove tossed in. Her breath caught as she detected the hot moisture gathering between her thighs.
“I scent your arousal, woman.”
“And what does arousal smell like?”
Grey flung his arm over Brea’s shoulder.
“Heady, like cherry blossoms on a spring day, with the sweetest apple musk, and it compels me to want to eat you, like the big bad wolf that I am.”
Brea shivered in response.
“I felt that, which tells me you look forward to it.” Grey’s hand slid down to Brea’s breast. He cupped it, the pad of his thumb tweaking her already hardened nipple. A burst of heat erupted at the point of pressure from Grey’s thumb and streamed down to settle at her center, leaving her panting. Her back arched and her legs parted.
“And may I add that I have a deep abiding love of apples. I peel off their outer layer. Then I lick, suck, and nibble their succulent flesh, but most especially I love devouring their core.”
A moan lifted from Brea’s parted lips. Grey pinched her nipple, and then he grazed his forefinger across her lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth, laving it with her tongue, imagining Grey’s cock in its place. Grey groaned. Brea slowly pulled Grey’s finger out from between her lips.
“Pay attention to the road, we need to get to my cottage. Don’t you think?”
Grey picked up speed. They were parked at Brea’s cottage within minutes. Grey carried her inside.
“Where’s your bed?”
“I wish to shower first.”
“Okay, where’s that?”
Brea pointed the direction. She nuzzled up to Grey’s neck, licking and nipping.
“You’re not going to get a shower if you don’t stop doing things that make me want to ravage you.”
Grey stumbled, regained his balance, and then stopped short of the bathroom. Brea looked up at him staring at her books. Shelves of books took up a fair amount of wall space. He carried her closer, so her body squished between his and the books.
“My God, woman, look at all these books about wolves. You got a thing for wolves alright.”
“I told you about my deep appreciation of wolves. Some of these books go back to my childhood.”
Brea licked Grey’s nipple to refocus his attention. His body trembled and his heart raced against her palm. Funny how her body responded so sensually to his, like she was out of control, and yet when he responded to her in an out of control way, it empowered her. She could get used to playing passionate wanton or sexy vamp with Grey. Both of which she’d never thought of acting out with anyone else.
He set her down on the tile floor of her bathroom. Brea turned the shower on and pulled a couple towels from a small vanity beneath the sink. Grey tugged the T-shirt he’d loaned Brea over her head. He stopped when it encompassed her head with her arms extended above her. No bra, it still lay inside the tent, in shreds. She felt his hot breath on her right nipple, until her nipple tightened. Her back naturally arched. Grey’s breath scorched her left nipple into a knot. She swore her body absorbed his moist breath and discarded it inside her little black thong.
“Stop teasing,” Brea spoke through the T-shirt. She gasped. Grey sucked her right nipple into his mouth, only it felt like her entire breast because he’d cupped both hands around it, gently squeezing and massaging. She leaned back against the vanity, her legs refusing to hold her upright. Grey moved to the left breast giving it the same stimulating treatment. Brea wanted to scream, her sensitive nipples wanted to scream.
One of Grey’s hands moved down to cup between her thighs. Her breath stopped for a heartbeat and then slid out on a breathy moan.
“I need to shower,” she croaked. Her T-shirt flew off freeing her arms. Grey dropped it to the floor. He moved to her snap and zipper, pulling her jeans down her legs. His breath sucked in. She saw him staring at her black lacy thong. He yanked his shirt off, while Brea released his imprisoned erection. Grey kicked off his jeans and she slid off her thong.
“You don’t wear underwear,” she said, the words not a question.
“Never, although around you it might save my cock from zipper burn.”
Brea laughed, until Grey’s eyes locked onto hers. Then every part of her body tingled with sensitivity, like he was touching every inch of her.
“Oh my God, Grey,” she whispered. His arms swallowed her and his tongue probed through her parted lips. She welcomed his invasion, sucking his tongue deeper inside. He growled, his chest rumbled against her pearled nipples. Grey maneuvered their bodies into the shower, the warm water inviting.
He grabbed the apple scented body wash off a ledge. Liquid soap shot over Brea’s nipples and triangle of curls. Grey turned her. She felt the liquid shoot across her back, her buttocks and down her thighs. He dropped the bottle on the floor. Then his hands swirled over her back, kneading her muscles. He swept down her legs and then back up. His palms rubbed her buttocks. Her body stiffened when his fingertips slipped into the crack between.
Grey spun her around, slowly soaping her breasts, under her arms, down her sides, over her hips, until his fingers grazed over her mound. There he stopped with one hand cupping her nether region and the other settled in the crack of her buttocks.
Brea had closed her eyes, but opened them now. She looked at the hard muscles of his chest, down to the flat plains of his belly, and then to his arousal pointing at her. He remained still, although his body trembled.
“My turn,” she whispered. She bent over to get the bottle from the shower floor. Grey didn’t make it easy for her with his hands planted in her crevices and water raining over every sensitive inch of her nakedness. Her face collided with his cock. She hesitated long enough to kiss the tip. Grey responded by letting her go and thrusting his hips toward her mouth.
She kneeled in front of him and gave him what he wanted. Her mouth closed around him and her fingers circled his base.
“God, Brea. I can’t hold back.” Grey leaned his upper back against the shower arching his hips. Brea massaged his shaft with her tongue in time with her fingers. His erection lengthened and thickened inside her mouth. She tasted his salty pre-come.
Grey growled, deep and throaty. Its sound ricocheted against the walls of the shower. He thrust his hips hard and fast. His body stiffened. Brea gently squeezed his tight testicles. Grey roared as his cock convulsed against her tongue, spilling its hot liquid.
Brea suckled, milking him dry. She loved the taste of him, was hungry for him again when he pulled himself from between her lips.
“The water’s cold, you go dry yourself. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Grey lifted Brea from the floor giving her a little push out of the shower. She dried fast, standing wrapped in a towel when Grey emerged. His sculpted body glistened with moisture, looking yummy enough to drink. She noticed his arousal remained prominent and still pointed at her. The taste of him lingered, leaving her center creamy and ready.
“Like what you see?”
Brea looked up. Grey had a shit-eating grin on his face that warmed Brea’s face.
“Maybe.”
She turned to walk out. Grey charged after her, snapping off the towel she had around her body. He chased her into the bedroom where she turned on him.
“What? Do you like what you see?”
“You little minx. You dare tease me with your naked wanton body?”
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Copyright 2011 Kay Dee Royal
Thanks so much for being a guest on Everything Erotic today, Kay Dee! For readers interested in checking her work out, you can find it on Amazon, as well as at her publisher’s website.
Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal and fantasy romance—maybe because it's also her favorite genre to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She'll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family. You can reach her at her blog and find the latest on her titles from her publisher, MuseItHot.
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