Guest Author ~ Kristin Miller & Gone with the Wolf

 

Content Advisory: M/F foreplay/ oral sex

 Excerpt:

Molten heat surged through Drake’s bloodstream, mixing with the blooming scent of Emelia’s arousal and the honey-sweet taste of her mouth, creating a cocktail of passion that drugged him senseless. Her lips smothered his. Her tongue sank into his mouth. Tasting. Exploring. She’d always been a terrific kisser—it was all he could think about lately. But now something was different. She kissed him with unbridled passion. Like he wouldn’t be able to stop her if he wanted to.

Stopping didn’t cross his mind.

Throwing her head back, Emelia’s waterfall of golden hair flipped behind her head and her chest arched forward. Drake palmed her milky-white breasts through the shirt, letting the heavy weight of them fill his hands. Two tiny, pink nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Oh, they would taste as good as they felt, wouldn’t they? He had to see her, and feel her, flesh against flesh.

“Get this off me,” she ordered, bending down to assault his mouth once more.

She’d sensed exactly what he wanted. Couples usually had to complete the Luminary bond before sensing each other’s rising need…

Drake peeled the shirt over Emelia’s shoulders and outstretched arms, leaving her in nothing but the black lace panties she’d worn beneath her gala dress. They barely separated their mouths to let the shirt pass between them, then attacked each other once more.

“Mmm,” Emelia said, licking her lips as she writhed her hips against him. “You kiss different than you did before. You taste different, too.”

“It’s the transition.”

Drake slid lower, smashing into the cushions, so that he was almost flat beneath her. Her breasts dangled in his face, perfect, soft and begging to be suckled. Softly, he plucked one of her nipples between his fingers, then caught the other with his mouth. She moaned in response, her skin going flush beneath his tongue.

“Everything you feel will be heightened.” He flicked a tightly-budded nipple with his tongue, relishing the throaty moan that escaped Emelia‘s lips.

“It’s like I’m waking up,” she said, breathless. She splayed her legs wider over his lap. Until the heat from her center radiated through Drake’s pants. “Like I’m feeling things for the first time. I can sense your hunger.”

“I can feel yours, too. It’s like a craving that’s clawing its way through me.” The words came out as a string of growls, rough and bumpy. He dragged his hands over her back and tugged on the ends of her hair. “I’ll feed your hunger if you’ll let me.”

“Don’t make me beg for it.”

She caught Drake’s lips and slanted her mouth to deepen the kiss, heating his body to dangerous levels. He wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. His erection throbbed fiercely, hardening to the point of pain. He kneaded her hips and guided them in a slow, grinding rhythm over his lap. The friction only increased his desire to push inside her.

“I’ve hungered for you since the first moment I saw you,” he said as she arched up, rolling her hips over him like a skilled rider.

She was glorious above him, powerful and somehow majestic with her hair falling over her shoulders and her breasts gently bouncing in his face. Soft, amber light from the candles on the dresser flickered over Emelia’s tan skin, giving her a radiant glow.

He needed more taste, more feel, more of her hips grinding against him…without the clothes. As Drake possessed her mouth, Emelia ripped his shirt down the middle. Their mouths collided. Buttons flew. She jerked the shirt off his shoulders and groaned into him, leaning down until her breasts smashed against his chest.

Skin to flaming hot skin. Finally.

Drake quivered with the strength of his need. The raw seduction of her kiss. The way her body spoke to him in a way he’d never thought possible. His heart raced with hers. His breathing hitched with every one of her breathless moans. As warmth pooled between her legs, his shaft swelled and bucked, aching to feel her muscles clench around him.

Emelia was his.

He’d known it the second he touched her in the wine cellar. If it were up to him, and him alone, he would bond with Emelia, claim her as his Luminary, and welcome her like a queen into his pack.

Their lives would be linked. They’d never be apart. Damn the consequences.

But it wasn’t only up to him. Emelia had a choice. Just because she was going to transition into a werewolf didn’t mean she had to bond with him for the rest of her life. And most women wanted children, didn’t they? How would she react when she found out that she would never be able to carry his child to full term?

One step at a time, he reminded himself. One step at a time.

“Emelia,” he breathed.

“Yes?” She nipped at his earlobe. “You have a choice in this.”

She hesitated, propping her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head.

“Oh, you want me to beg? Is that it?”

“No.” I want you to stay with me forever. “I want you to know you have a choice.”

“My choice is you.” She smothered a kiss on his lips. “Right here.” And another. Hotter. Deeper. “Right now. Take me Drake.” She stroked his shaft over his pants. “Take me before I burst.”

A teasing spirit flittered through him. “Yes, ma’am.”

Looping one of his arms behind her back, Drake grabbed hold of Emelia’s waist and flipped her over in one swift move. She gasped as her head hit the couch cushions and her legs fell apart. Drake kneeled on the floor. Spread her legs apart further and dove between them. Hooking a finger beneath her damp panties, he gave them a hard yank and tore them in two.

“Hope those weren’t your favorite pair.” He planted a kiss on her center and dragged his tongue through her wet slit.

 

 

 

About the Author:

 

Kristin Miller has had a passion for language and literature her whole life. Born and raised in northern California, she often made up stories about faraway places and edge-of-your-seat adventures. After graduating from Humboldt State University, Kristin taught high school and middle school English, married her college sweetheart, and had two beautiful munchkins. In 2008, she took time off from teaching to raise her children, and started writing while they napped.

She is the author of the dark and gritty Vampires of Crimson Bay series with HarperCollins/Avon, the paranormal/fantasy Isle of Feralon series with Harlequin Nocturne (Cravings), and Gone with the Wolf (releasing April 21^st from Entangled). For more information on her previous books and upcoming releases, visit her website: www.kristinmiller.net.

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The Adventures of Wonderslut, Installment Twenty-One

When we left our friends, Jason was doing his best to entertain four buxom beauties while Felicity had just accepted an invitation for some lovemaking with their sister, George.  Only a few feet away, the girls’ mother sat in a rocking chair with a shotgun laid across her lap.  Ma had ordered Jason and Felicity to make sure each one of her five daughters was satisfied if they ever hoped to find their way out of the cabin and back to the Slutmobile.  Nice work if you could get it, and Wonderslut and the Piston got it almost every night.


Felicity untwined herself from George and reached for George’s nightie.  When she’d removed it, she discovered a finely-muscled but still feminine body beneath.  George had small, firm breasts with erect nipples.  Her hips flared to thighs that would have made a Venus proud, and between them were golden curls that matched the natural blonde of her hair.  All around nice.  And edible.

“Nice bod, George.”  Felicity stroked her palm over George’s flat stomach.  “You must show me what you do with your abs.”

“I’ll give you a work-out, all right.”  Smiling in a particularly wicked way, George twirled her finger around to order Felicity to turn.  Felicity complied, of course, and soon George’s hands pulled the zipper of her French maid’s costume down.  Because the thing was little more than a bustier, it all fell away in one piece, making Felicity as naked as George.

The air in the cabin held a chill, and soon, Felicity’s nipples stood at full attention.  They got George’s attention as George turned her around and ran her thumbs over the stiff peaks.  A zing of excitement coursed through her, and the moans from the other side of the room enhanced the sensation.  This was a love den.  A ramshackle, creaky floorboards, grits-and-giblets one, for sure, but definitely dedicated to sin.  Amazing, when you thought about it, the places people could find to take pleasure with each other.

She hardly had the time to contemplate that little insight before George tugged her face down for a kiss.  Cute, how George was taking charge of things when she barely came up to Felicity’s nose.  Her lips felt soft as they teased Felicity’s apart, and her breath was sweet enough to lure Felicity in.  Their limbs wrapped around each other again, snuggling George’s firmness into Felicity’s curves.

Now fully entwined, Felicity and George lowered themselves to the floor, moving like one creature to stay together.  Once there, George took over again, easing Felicity against the floor.  As George’s mouth continued its assault on Felicity’s sanity, they rolled together, the uneven boards pressing into Felicity’s butt.  George’s nipples poked against Felicity’s chest, the only physical reminder that the hard body covering hers was female and not a short guy.  Male body or female, George’s rubbed against hers in all the right ways to create friction and heat her skin.  About time the heating went in both directions.

Felicity flipped them over, pinning George beneath her.  Sitting astride George’s pelvis, Felicity had George fairly well trapped with her greater size.  Just for the hell of it, she caught George’s wrists and held them against the floor on either side of her head.  Whether or not George could break her hold, George didn’t show any sign she actually wanted to.  She put up a bit of a mock struggle, but in fact, her neck and chest flushed with very obvious sexual excitement.

“You like this, don’t you?” Felicity said.

“Go fuck yourself.”  George’s words came out breathy, like a husky whisper.

“Now, now, why would you want to hurt my feelings?” Felicity said.  “After all, I’m the one who’s going to make you come.”

“You and whose army?”

“I don’t need any army.  I only need my tongue.”  Felicity bent slowly, bringing her face to George’s.  George squirmed some but didn’t do anything serious to avoid the kiss that was coming her way.  Inch by inch, Felicity brought her mouth to George’s, and at the last moment, George closed her eyes and parted her lips in invitation.

This time when they kissed, it was a prelude of more momentous things to come.  Felicity took her time, getting to know every curve of George’s lips before moving lower to dip beneath her chin and lay a string of caresses along her neck.  Lower still, she licked circles around one of George’s nipples before pulling it into her mouth.  George was really into it, her chest rising and falling as her breath turned to panting.  With that encouragement, Felicity slid her body along George’s, stroking her hands over George’s ribs as she placed kisses on George’s flat belly and headed toward her ultimate destination.

George’s legs eased apart to welcome Felicity between them, and the plump lips of her pussy blossomed open to expose her erect clitoris.  When Felicity teased it with her tongue, George let out a whimper, begging for more.  So Felicity gave her exactly what she was asking for.  Settling in for some serious eating-of-pussy, Felicity gave George’s hot spot firm strokes until George’s hips began the slow dance of a woman on the climb toward the top.  Felicity ran her arms around George’s thighs, holding her in place against Felicity’s mouth.  George would climax any minute, and Felicity would do whatever she could to make it as good as possible.  Wonderslut didn’t fool around when it came to fooling around.

When the big moment came, George let out a very feminine cry of completion.  Her body stiffened as her voice rose to the ceiling.  Felicity didn’t quit loving George’s clit until George had sagged against the floor boards, moaning.

Immensely proud of herself, Felicity scooted up and propped herself on her elbow so she could gaze down at George’s face.  Not many things on Earth looked sweeter than a woman who’s just had a fabulous climax, and that applied to George.  A rosy glow graced her cheeks, and her eyes were closed.  Felicity bent and kissed her.  Although George hardly moved, she did sigh in satisfaction.  Cute.  Felicity wouldn’t share that last thought, though.  George might slug her.  But she was really cute.

By now, Jason was pleasing more than one of George’s sisters at once, as evidenced by the pair of squeals from across the room.  One sister had mounted him and moved her pelvis back and forth, her eyes closed in bliss.  The other seemed to be enjoying his mouth just as much, as she perched, legs spread, over his face.

George rolled onto her side and took in the scene.  “That looks like fun.”

“Which, his mouth or his cock?”

“Both, I guess, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a man so well endowed.”

Felicity’s chest might have puffed out with pride, or maybe that was just a sexual flush that had her skin turning pink.  Whichever, her sidekick not only had top equipment, but he knew how to use it.  Jason was well on his way toward giving orgasms to his third and fourth lover since they‘d walked in the door - these two at once - but he showed no signs of slowing down.

“Would you like some of that?” Felicity asked.

“I don’t need it,” George said.  “Women are just fine with me.”

“Why limit yourself?” Felicity said.  “Life isn’t just chocolate and vanilla.  There’s also strawberry and tutti-frutti.”

George glanced at Felicity.  “Tutti-frutti?”

“You get my drift.”

“Yeah, drift.”  George stared at her sister enjoying Jason’s monster erection for a good, long time.

“Sure you’re not interested?” Felicity asked.

Just then, the sister climaxed with a long string of loud “oh Gods!”  When she’d finished, she kind of toppled over as if he’d knocked her out.  She slid off Jason, exposing his stiff member completely to their view.  An invitation if Felicity had ever seen one.

“Come on, George.  No time like the present.”  Felicity helped George to her feet, and George rose without resistance or complaint.  They stood for a moment and watched Jason finish off sister number four.  RayAnne or SueEsther or someone.  How was Felicity to keep them separated in her mind after only meeting them a half hour earlier?  The other three had huddled together in a corner, silly-ass grins on all their faces.  Ma still sat in her chair, rocking back and forth with the shotgun still laid across her lap.  Interesting family but probably not greeting card material.

Sister number four finally announced her climax with a series of “ooh-ahhs!” followed by a scream.  The other three giggled while her cry trailed off into a sob and then became what sounded for all the world like a hiccup.  When she rolled off Jason, the others gathered her up into a pile of female flesh.

That left Jason alone, holding his still rigid pole by the base.  The color of his flesh told the story of a man who’d held out long enough to satisfy four women and badly needed some relief for his own lust.  Bright crimson with a droplet of pre-cum at the tip, it was testament to male thoughtfulness and stamina.

“One more,” she said.  “Can you handle it?”

“Bring her on,” he answered.

George gave Felicity a sideways look as if asking for permission.  Felicity nodded encouragement, and with a little blush on her cheeks, George lowered herself to the floor beside Jason.  In little more than a second, he had George on her back and had plowed his way into her.  Wrapping her legs around him, George settled in for the ride.

And what a ride it was.  Jason pushed himself up on his fists while his hips moved, pushing his cock into her and pulling back.  Wet slapping sounds came from where they were joined, and soon both of them were breathing hard.

Felicity sat cross-legged on the floor beside George and stroked her hair, although it wasn’t clear that George even knew she was there.  Her eyes had closed, engrossed as she was, in the pure heaven of being fucked by a master.  Jason seemed equally lost in the moment, his features twisted into a grimace of sexual abandon.

Felicity had had plenty of experience with sex with Jason.  As a matter of fact, she’d had some of that experience right before Ma had shown up with her shotgun.  George might not realize it, but she was at that moment enjoying la crème de la crème, shtupping-wise.  Eventually, she’d have to succumb.  And, as a matter of fact, the way she was arching up to meet Jason’s thrusts and the rising inflection of her voice suggested she would come right…about…four, three, two…now!

Sure enough, George climaxed again just as Jason lost control and pounded into her, throwing back his head to shout.  Some day, she ought to take a picture of him in the throes of orgasm.  She could have it painted into a picture or sculpted into marble.  He was living, breathing, erotic art.

All good things must come to an end, and that applied to their climaxes.  Moaning, Jason lumbered off George and collapsed with his head in Felicity’s lap.

“You did it, guy,” she said softly.

“They killed me.”  He groaned.  “What a way to go.”

Ma yawned and stretched.  “Well now, son, you did a good job.  Nobody ever done all my girls before.”

“I’m not surprised,” he grumbled.

“Hey, wait-a-minute,” Felicity said.  “You said we could only leave if we satisfied all five of them.”

“A-yup.”  Ma’s rocking chair creaked.

“So, where are the other people you’ve caught?”

“Biscuits and gravy.”  Ma rose and headed off toward the stove.

“Huh?” Felicity said.

“That’s what we need,” Ma said.  “Biscuits and gravy.”


What does Ma have up her sleeve now?  Do the girls practice perversions with food, or are we just looking at breakfast?  White gravy or brown?  And what did happen to all those other people?

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