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Paranormal Thanksgiving Week: J. Hali Steele


By J. Hali Steele


? J. Hali Steele, All Rights Reserved

If she bumps my cock once more, I’ll crumble.

He had spent years watching her, first from the sunroom, now he was in the back yard. Always there for her. Vena Waring had worn him down to nothing, and he had never even touched her. She hadn’t been this upset for a long time and he wanted to beat the bastard who hurt her to a bloody pulp.

Erac Dane couldn’t do anything. His helplessness was due to Vena’s grandmother, Malvena Waring. She had been a cruel, old bitch and he was glad when the witch died. At the time he didn’t even care her death had brought pain to the waif-thin young woman who sat at his feet and cried.

That had changed over the years. What he wouldn’t give to make Vena his. Anything to touch her, take her the way he’d dreamed of so many nights. Thinking about it gained him nothing but an excruciating hard-on.

No matter, Malvena being alive wouldn’t have changed his predicament one iota. Only Rekat could do that and he’d been absent too many years.

The sun eased toward the horizon in the western sky and a breeze stirred. It ruffled Vena’s newly shorn, wheat colored locks. The bobbed hairstyle didn’t suit her at all but Erac couldn’t tell her that, hell, he couldn’t say a single word.

She always followed the current fashion in everything–clothing, what heel was in style–all of it. Many a night he’d listened to her on the phone with one friend or another chattering on about such things. He’d smile to himself at the way her brow quirked or her soft, luscious mouth curved into a beautiful smile, lighting up her face. Those lips would bring such pleasure to him.

Then there were the times when he called, like tonight, Erac wanted to throttle him for bringing shadows of sadness to her blue eyes.

Though hard to see from his position, her cheeks would be flushed and tear stained. Bastard told her a week before the holiday he’d found his one true love and that he wouldn’t be able to see Vena anymore. Ahh, if only?

If only what? There wasn’t a damn thing he could do. Nothing.

She had been hunched forward but now Vena sat up straight, leaned her back against his stone cold legs, and sighed for the umpteenth time. If he could, he would have brushed the tears away with his fingers, no, he would have kissed them away. Embrace and hold her tight, not let anything or anyone ever harm her again. Show her there was someone who cared and would always be there for her.

Erac wanted to make love to Vena, fill her with the joy she deserved in life.?I want to fill her with my cock. Even now, it throbbed and wept at the mere idea of being inside her. She couldn’t tell, she always thought of him as hard and cold.

Yet she came to him when some asshole broke her heart.

How many times over the years had she cried at his feet? That really wasn’t the worse part. It destroyed him in everyway imaginable when Vena climbed into his lap, rested her head against his stony shoulder, and let the tears slide down his chest. They scalded Erac to his soul, left scars that would never heal. He prayed silently for the day he could feel her lips brush across his chest, her tongue taking the sting from each laceration left by the tears she cried for someone else.

Now only half of the sun stood pink on the horizon, ready to slip away. His favorite time of day. Erac’s immobile eyes could barely make out the top of her head. One last hiccup wrenched from her throat and she took a deep pull of air filling her lungs. Her breathing evened out and he felt the tension ebb from her shoulders, a sign she had resigned herself to the inevitable.

Vena was alone–again.

Feeling better, she’d soon rise and leave Erac sitting there in misery. They’d been through this before and her bouts of sorrow never lasted long. She would pull herself together and move on quickly.

Not this time. He’d see to it that no one ever hurt her again.

Midnight wasn’t far off, and he’d be the one with her on this Thanksgiving Day. Somehow, he had to win her heart.

A chirping noise emanated from her slacks and she stiffened against his legs. Her cell phone. Standing, she pulled it from her pocket, answered it.

?Hello.? Vena began to pace the yard. Back and forth, all the way to the cliff’s edge.

Flooded with disappointment, he could only hear her side of the conversation.

?No, not again,? she said. Her mouth formed a tight line.

It was him. From the way she spoke, how her back stiffened in defense, it had to be Jason.

Erac’s fingers itched and tried to curl into his palms.

?Jason,?you called if off, and you were right. It’s over.?

She wore a path up and down in front of him. His teeth were on edge, his jaw frozen in anger.

?You’re not welcome here anymore.? Her short hair brushed her ears with each shake of her head. A fist balled at her side in defiance, a sign Vena meant what she said. ?I don’t care that you have no place to eat, and I’m not cooking. Especially for the likes of you.? She spun, and looked directly at Erac as she continued. ?I don’t want?youanymore.?

That’s my girl. She had come close enough that he could make out the tiny, whining voice on the other end of the line pleading with her to take him back. Jackass. The other woman didn’t know how lucky she was to have escaped the spineless creep.

?If you dare step foot on my property, ever darken my door again, I’ll have you handcuffed and thrown out on your sorry ass. Good riddance, Jason.? She slapped her phone shut, turned and stared at the sun as it finally slipped away.

Damn, I can’t see her eyes. Erac had to know if she was hurting inside. His answer came too soon, and far too painfully.

Vena walked over, slipped into his lap and laid her head against his chest. His blood boiled. Everything inside him coiled into a tight knot.

Her arm eased around his stiff neck, and the tears flowed. Rivulets ran down his chest, following the thin, unhealed gouges that remained from all the others she had cried for.

He wanted to wrap Vena in his arms, keep her there forever, and soothe away the anguish in her heart. Tears he could never shed stung his eyes.

It had to be the last time because Erac couldn’t do this anymore.

Wiggling in his lap to get more comfortable drove him insane with desire. Her soft ass rubbed against his cock, the pressure of it sweet agony. A slender hand rested lightly on his chest. She ran her palm over the nipple and it sent shivers down his stiff spine.

Fuck, she feels so good.

Erac was hard as a rock. Literally.

* * * * *

Vena cried her eyes out. She vowed it would be the last time. She’d had enough.

Jason especially wasn’t worth a single tear. Their relationship had ended long before he told her there was someone else. Sex had become nonexistent between them, and thankfully, when it did happen, she had insisted he use a condom.

He’d acted strangely over the last few months, visited less and less. At the time, she hadn’t even cared. That didn’t stop the tears from falling now.

They weren’t for Jason. Vena cried because even with him, she had been lonely. The tears she shed were from the disappointment in herself for having let the affair drag on far too long.

Would the right person ever come into her life? If she had a biological clock, Vena didn’t hear it ticking so there was time. With dreams of one day having a family, she told herself it wasn’t to make up for growing up separated from hers.

Her grandmother, who named her, raised her alone in a big old mansion in Falmouth Harbor, right off the bay. Some thought Malvena Waring was a distant and strange woman. She’d given Vena love and the best of everything.

There were few visitors and aside from school, Vena never ventured out alone. One of the staff always accompanied her. She got used to it.

Nights, when the moon was full, Grammy would go down to the water and she would watch from the third floor window of her bedroom. Her grandmother would light a fire on the beach and dance around it singing. Other times she spent in the back yard of the house where Vena would hear her recite poetry that sounded like chanting while she cleaned Erac.

Gathering the courage to ask one day what the poem meant, she was quietly told, ?In due time, little one. In due time you will know everything.?

Born out of wedlock, Vena had never met her father and she learned early not to ask about him. It was the only time she’d heard sharp words from her grandmother.

The circumstance of her birth caused an irreparable rift between her mother and Grammy and it was probably why everyone in the Waring household kept a sharp eye on her–to make sure the same thing that had happened to her mother didn’t happen to Vena.

Unexpectedly, she was left alone when her grandmother mysteriously danced too close to the cliff’s edge one night, tumbling to her death.

Vena inherited the estate, everything, house and the money–and there was a lot of it.

A stepbrother ten years younger lived with her mom and step dad on the West Coast. Reluctantly on her grandmother’s part, she visited them for two weeks every summer.

There was an awful memory of her mom coming to Falmouth once and a big argument ensued over Erac. It ended with both women in tears when her mom called Grammy a mean bitch for keeping him in his condition.

Her mom had never come back to Massachusetts until the funeral. She claimed she couldn’t bear seeing Erac the way he was. She prayed God would rest her mother’s soul.

What was different about him? He’d been the same since the day Vena had first laid eyes on him in the sunroom. He was her playmate, she’d run around him, hide and giggle uncontrollably whenever she was found.

She never understood what her mom meant and she hadn’t seen her since.

In spite of it all, she’d grown up okay. She’d had friends, and she’d had lovers.

The fresh tears slipping down Erac’s chest were good old-fashioned angry tears. The nerve of Jason to call looking for an invite to a dinner she hadn’t planned to cook anyway. His new girlfriend left him high and dry, and evidently hungry.

A chuckle bubbled up in her throat. Damn she felt great.

Vena was free.

She had often spent these hours sitting in the back yard at Erac’s feet or in his lap and they would watch the sun set together. Vena made sure he faced it because it warmed him up. Otherwise, he was always cold. They’d been lucky with good weather this year. It had been in the seventies all week with no change for tomorrow. Odd for November.

Good times and bad, he’d always been there. He heard her confidences, and she never had to fear he’d tell. A grin curved her mouth at the memory of fancying herself in love with him when she turned seventeen and had her heart broke for the first time. It would have saved her a lot of heartache if Erac could have loved her.

Then there was the time while making out with a boyfriend, he became creeped out that Erac was sitting there. For the first time, it bothered her too. Vena knew then she had outgrown Erac.

She wished he was able to take care of her.

?I wish you could take care of me.?

His torso was broad and muscled. He had rock hard abs. That drew another snicker from her as she remembered a recent movie where some had claimed all the gorgeous men appearing in the film had their stomachs painted to make the muscles look more pronounced.

?Yours are the real deal.?

She moved her arm from around his neck, stroked her finger down the straight bridge of his nose, and thought how handsome he appeared with his hair just barely touching his shoulders.

When she reached his lips, she let her fingers play there enjoying the fullness of them. Their perfect shape enticed her.?Would it be stupid of me to kiss them? Vena’s other hand rested on his chest where his nipple poked at the palm of her hand as she brushed lightly across the peak.

No, Erac could never love her.

His thighs were thick and comfortable under her. Sometimes when she wriggled her butt to get comfortable, an electric shock went straight through to her core. Once she found out what sex was about, Vena often had that feeling when she sat in his lap. It embarrassed her how good the bulge between his legs felt nestled against her ass.?Yeah, I’m not getting enough.

Relaxed with her head on his chest and all cried out, she began to doze off.

She whispered, ?But you always make me feel so good.?

Her eyes flew open and her head snapped up at a strange sound. It was dark with only moonlight filtering through the maple trees that dotted the back yard. Damn, how long had she sat there sleeping.

Standing slowly, she stretched, letting her eyes adjust as she peered around.?What time is it?

There was the noise again. A twig snapped on the side of the house. Movement caught her eye and her head snapped around in its direction. Holding her breath, she watched a dark figure emerge from the shadows.

?Hey, babe.?

Hell, it was Jason.

?Damn it, you jerk, scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here??

?Why are?you doing standing out here in the dark? It’s damn near midnight. Guess that’s why you didn’t hear me ring at the front door.?

?I told you to stay away.? She ran a hand through her short hair and focused on the man in front of her. ?I want you to leave. Now.? As she walked across the yard toward the back door, the motion light flared bright. Vena flipped the button that would make it stay on and returned to stand by the large tree.

?Honey, don’t be that way.? He stepped closer and she noticed he carried a plastic shopping bag. ?I came over to talk, to tell you I’m sorry.?

?God, don’t you get it? I don’t?want you anymore. There’s nothing left between us, Jason. Go home.?

?You don’t mean that.? He sat the bag down and reached in to pull out what he wanted to show her. ?Look what I bought. I know its small but it’s the only one I could find on such short notice that wasn’t frozen.? He placed the dripping package back in the bag. ?I got cranberry sauce and everything.?

?Have you lost your fucking mind??

He stepped closer and grabbed her shoulders. ?We haven’t made love in a long time and you know you want me, Vena.?

The alcohol on his breath explained everything.

?I’m calling the cops.? She took her phone out, flipped it open and started to dial 9-1-1. Before she finished, he snatched it from her hand, slammed it shut, and hurled it across the yard.

?Jason!? She yelled as he shoved her into the tree and began groping her.

Pinned with her back against the large trunk, she jumped at the sound of a loud crash behind the tree. Jason was intent on freeing her breast and didn’t hear the heavy footsteps or the rustle of the shopping bag. Vena saw it coming from the corner of her eye. It slammed into Jason’s head sending beads of bloody water onto her face, in her eyes, blinding her for a moment.

Jason slid into a heap on the ground at her feet.

She swiped at her face with her forearm and when she could open her eyes again, standing before her was a bare ass, naked man.

Holy crap!

It was…

Vena could tell by the length of his hair, the breadth of his shoulders, and the cut of his muscled stomach. His penis, normally just a bulge between his thighs, bobbed in the air. She took a stumbling step back in disbelief.

Walking right over Jason, he caught her by the wrist, kept her from falling on her butt. Gray eyes stared, his chest heaved up and down.

?I?I?? His voice creaked like an unused, rusty door.

?Who the hell are you?? Deep in the recesses of her mind, in her heart Vena knew the answer before she even asked. She needed to hear him say it. Amazed at her calm, she gazed down his body, her eyes coming to rest on his thick cock. As they swept upward, she took in a myriad of lacerations, some fresh, crisscrossing his chest. By the time she reached his face, her breath came in rapid puffs.

?Erac,? he croaked.

?This can’t be happening.? Her head shook back and forth, denying what she saw.

His hands moved to her shoulders and he drew her against his hard body, held her tight. He whispered, ?Mine.?

Surreal, everything moved in slow motion. It dawned on her she may have gone crazy. If lucky, she was still asleep.

?No one will ever hurt you again.? His words came out harsh and strained. ?I promise.?


Behind him, Jason groaned. Thank?God he was alive.

?A freaking statue just cold-cocked a man in my back yard with a fucking Thanksgiving turkey.? She glared up at him. ?Tell me I’m dreaming.?

Thunder rolled overhead and she looked up just in time to see a bolt of lightning streak toward them. It slammed into the maple tree and split it dead center, sending? a shower of sparks in every direction. Erac snatched her behind him.

?What the fuck is happening?? she screamed above the crackle of flames. The smoke cleared and a shadowy figure emerged.

?Hello, daughter.?

Oh shit

Cold Cocked is a flash story based on a novella about the Stonegars that will soon be completed and you won’t want to miss the fiery romance, with lots of hot, ‘hard’ stuff happening between Erac and Vena.

J. Hali Steele lives in Pennsylvania with dreams of returning to California’s high desert where many of her fictional characters roam. Sharing space with four furfriends (cats), she enjoys spending time with sisters and friends. She loves reading romances, especially those with vampyres and happy endings.

A multi–published author, when not writing, she’s snuggled in front of the TV with a book, a cat in her lap and a cup of coffee.

Visit and she answers all emails at

Paranormal Thanksgiving Week: Michelle Polaris

Wizards Bargain

By Michelle Polaris


??Michelle Polaris, All Rights Reserved

Lightning charge exploded grenade intense through her body. Lina?s fingers dug into the clasped hands holding the Wizards? circuit closed to either side of her. Sweat poured down her naked back, the control needed to stay conscious and connected in their work agonizing times infinity. The Circle swayed together in the shielded room.

Almost done. Keep it together, girl.

The last pulse of charge made a staggering lurch through their eighteen bodies and plummeted cold into the earth like it never existed.

With it, hands fell apart and she and her fellow Wizards dropped to the floor, the cool surface not making a dent in the overheated pulses firing her blood. The groans of her team echoed around her. Pain from the Draining and the lovely side effect of arousal that accompanied a Rebalancing. Her skin jumped, raw and needy.

She took several deep breaths and willed her heart to beat in a regular pattern. Damn holiday contract. If Mr. President wanted DC Rebalanced before Thanksgiving just so the average non-magical citizen could sit undisturbed around a stuffed bird and watch football drowsing on couches, he should have called them last week when the riots started. Not wait until two days before the holiday.

Lina raised her head, eyes shooting toward Devon collapsed on the other half of the room. He caught her look. The side of his mouth curved up and mischief sparked his eyes as he lowered his fingers to his cock and fondled the erection common after a Working. He winked at her, his cat green eyes complimenting his nape long auburn hair, and licked his lips. Fond warmth shuttled through her heart, and that dash of regret she usually felt drifting to sleep each night. The sensation was separate from the sexual heat lingering in her breasts, clit and labia. Devon liked to tease her about detoxing from a Rebalancing together with sweaty sex. They?d hooked up a few times. But really they were too alike to make it work with just the two of them. Or work much beyond a quickie. However Devon?s sexual talent was more than enough to make a quickie worth it. He screwed like an angel, though his killer bad boy looks made it clear he was all devil. She?d have to deal with the regret that they couldn?t have more.

Holding in her tired laugh, she searched the piles of Wizards for Samuel. There he was propped next to today?s Circle leader, his serious face concentrating on their conversation. Probably debriefing the Rebalancing effort and evaluating its success. He ignored his own hard-on as always. If she hadn?t known him her entire life, she and Devon his constant childhood companions within the cr?che where they were raised, Lina would have thought he?d been born with a metal rod up his ass. But she distinctly remembered his smile. Even as recently as five years ago.

The man had matured into GQ hot?gorgeous dark brown hair, chiseled facial structure, divot in his chin, and a lean muscled body more than adequate to fuel the daydreams of a nation of women. But from the asexual way he led his life, one would think him unaware of his appeal. She snorted. Samuel was too uptight for his own good. She loved him as much as she loved Devon. But his status as heir presumptive of the Head of the Assembly was killing him in slow measures. She noticed the tic at his shoulder as he continued engrossed in talk with Felix, the Circle leader. Okay, maybe not so slow measures.

Goddess, she was scared for him. A good man, he practiced selflessness to a fault, dedicating his life to Circle work and fighting the good fight against violence and corruption and hatred in their city.? The country was a mess, and the workload enough to crush a sexually frustrated rhino. But Samuel never avoided his duty.? She loved him for it more. Not that she?d agree to give away her entire soul to the effort like him. That was just plain stupid. In the end Samuel would be left with nothing.

He needed a caretaker to keep him safe from himself and luckily she and Devon were perfect for that role. She didn?t know why they hadn?t thought of it years ago. The forest for the trees she guessed.

Lina stretched her aroused body, nipples taut and aching, shaking out the kinks and planning to head downstairs to the Club section of Headquarters as soon as she could manage to walk without falling. She?d been mulling this over with Devon for days. It was time they took drastic action and plan an intervention for Samuel. Force him into their own twelve-step program for compulsive magical saviors. He needed to relax or the man would implode.?And who better to take control of the situation than the two sexual Dominants he called his best friends. Poor Samuel. He might be one of the strongest Wizards born in generations, but he didn?t stand a chance.


Devon sat next to Lina at the corner table near the bar, leaning back into his seat, fingers tracing the edge of the rocks glass.? Lina?s eyes scanned the crowd. He?d seen this look on her face a million times, the predator sizing up her next meal.? He followed her gaze to a young blond Wizard clearly putting out signs of his availability wearing tight leather pants and not much else.

?Delicious,? he said.

Reluctantly, she turned back to their conversation. ?But not on either of our menus tonight.?

Devon rolled his shoulders to work out the knots. ?If I didn?t love Samuel so much, I?d already be busy in a dungeon room. What?s taking him so long??

Lina shrugged. ?The usual.?

Devon snorted. Yeah, as usual wasting a perfectly good evening of play in the sex club located on the basement floor of Headquarters. The Assembly took care of its own. All their needs met, from apartments in the towers of the complex, to this subterranean sexual wonderland. If his kind needed to rid themselves of overload from running bad citywide mojo through their bodies and draining it back into the earth, the Assembly was here to give them a method of doing it.

His typical self-control, the ability to outwait a recalcitrant sub, frayed at the edges. He?d waited a lot of years for a taste of Samuel and his cock was more than ready for the festivities to begin. Quick flashes of Samuel?s usually serious lips open wide and screaming for mercy from Devon, flew past his vision. Or maybe screaming for more exquisite torture as Dev pumped into his nicely striped ass. Followed by an image of them entwined on his large bed after. Pleasant daydreams, though he knew Samuel would fight it all the way.

Devon noticed motion near the entrance and nodded to the doorway. ?Here he comes. We give him one last chance to do this on his own??

Lina?s kick-ass smile lighted the entire corner of the club. ?And waste a perfectly good plan? No way. All?s fair in love and sexual manipulation of a hard-up, stubborn best friend.?

Universe, her feral smile was enough to jack up his erection more. He loved it when her inner Mistress came out to play. Intelligence, a well-grounded sense of self, and damn hot with that butt length raven hair she liked to tease over her body just before she? Crap, he needed to focus tonight. But what her breasts could do for a leather bustier should be illegal.

Samuel reached their table and threw himself into the empty chair. ?I?m fried.? He scrubbed at his dark sandpaper cheeks and kneaded his temple.

?Really?? Devon drawled. ?Whatever made you tired??

?Fuck off, Devon.?

?You work too hard,? Lina added while kicking Devon?s leg under the table. ?Felix expects too much of you.?

Samuel frowned. ?Not really. He threw me out of his apartment ten minutes ago. Said I needed to relax. What I need is to make sure we?ve got the situation under control in the Southeast quadrant.?

?Well I expect the President will call if we?ve failed to make the mark,? Devon replied, cutting off the speech Samuel was clearly gearing up to make. ?Meanwhile, I?m famished. Must be all that mortal Turkey holiday preparation in the air. This lovely lady,? he tilted his head Lina?s way, ?has offered her place for dinner. And her exquisite services to prepare a meal for the three of us.?

Lina rolled her eyes. ?You?re deranged, Dev. My kitchen, but your hard labor making the food. I?ll supervise.?

?Perhaps we should order in instead. Chinese? I know. There?s a wicked good Brazilian place that opened down the block.?

?And waste the perfectly good duck I had delivered this morning? No, you?ll cook. I?ll oversee the effort. Besides, I had the Brazilian last night.?

Devon put on his best pout. ?Without me? Love, you wound.? He crossed his hands melodramatically over his heart. ?But if you insist I cook, it can?t be duck. I?d eviscerate it in the effort. Perhaps a stir fry??

Lina wrinkled her nose. ?You tried that last time. I don?t consider eggshells an appropriate ingredient. Really, if you didn?t like duck, why didn?t you say something earlier when??

?Enough,? Samuel growled. ?Your bickering is making my head pound. You?re doing what you always do. You can?t both be in charge. Goddess save me from two Dominants in a snit over who makes decisions. The two of you need to take a cooking class and stop having your subs prepare your meals. ? He sent them chiding looks, and Devon almost chuckled at how neatly their script played out. Luring him down to a club dungeon to act on their plan would have set off his alarms and sent him running. And if they?d invited him to dinner without presenting strife between them, he?d have cried off as overtired and gone home. But now, with his referee services clearly needed, he?d take the bait.? All that was left was to reel him in.

?What do you suggest?? Lina asked, all dewy-eyed innocence. If she batted her eyelashes he?d end up hysterically laughing on the floor. But their Samuel was blind as ever to subterfuge. Especially from his closest friends.

?I?ll cook. You two need me or you?d never take care of yourselves. You never compromise, end up arguing for hours. There?s a benefit to bowing to others sometimes. You get more accomplished.?

Bingo. And wasn?t that the point? The man was clearly made for service. It was the part of him that insisted he give his all to the undeserving citizens of this not so fair metropolis. He just needed to learn to let go and allow those he served to take care of him in turn. The missing piece to his puzzle. Devon exchanged a quick knowing look with Lina.

?Why should we do for ourselves when we have you to take care of us?? Devon asked, winking at Samuel, who snorted in response. ?So it?s settled. You cook, both Lina and I supervise, and we all wallow in well deserved relaxation.?

But Samuel?s sharp mind finally kicked in and he eyed their casual, non-fetish wear dress. Jeans and tee for him. Jeans and a black halter for Lina. ?Wait a minute. Why aren?t you two doing the usual prowl here and taking the edge off with a whipping boy or three??

?It can?t be about fun and games and paddles all the time, dearest,? Lina answered.

Samuel squinted his eyes, examined them a little too closely for comfort, and nodded. ?Fine. Let?s go upstairs to your place. I didn?t realize how hungry I?d become until you two started going on about food.?

?We?re hungry as well,? Lina agreed with another pretty smile.

?Famished,? Devon added. ?But you?ll take care of that.?

Samuel pushed away from the table and stood.

Let the games begin.


Lina etched a quick spell outside her door to unlock it and let the three of them into her place.

The shallow foyer opened into her living room and he looked around. ?You moved stuff. You used to keep your play equipment in the back room.?

The couch against the far wall had been shifted to the right and a St. Andrew?s Cross sat flush against it in its stead. Devon disappeared into a back bedroom. He crashed overnight at Lina?s frequently enough that she?d devoted one of her spare rooms to him. Samuel shook off the niggling jealousy that popped from time to time when he remembered their arrangement. The three had shared so much, it was uncomfortable to be on the outside of something Lina and Devon shared in common, namely the scene.

Lina shrugged, dropping her small purse on the buffet. ?I needed to stir things up with my last submissive. He was becoming complacent.? She bent to pick up a square box as Dev reappeared. ?But since he?s no longer a current plaything, I want to return everything to its place.? She held out the box for Samuel. ?Be a dear and bring this to the back,? she said. ?Then we?ll head to the kitchen.?

?Sure.? He reached for it, wondering what devious sex toy she had stuffed inside. Goddess, the woman was like a kid in a candy shop when she ran across some unusually shaped dildo or nasty clamp in a new size. He?d found himself dragged on shopping expeditions too often for comfort when he spent time with her. But it was hard to say no to Lina.

He?d started toward the bedrooms when she called, ?Samuel.? He turned at her voice.? ?Sorry about this, sweet.?

She stepped in quick, grabbed the back of his neck and dragged his lips to hers.

The kiss was hot, wet and intense, with tongue and teeth eating his mouth. His hands full of box, he couldn?t grab to hang on. And he needed to, the surge through his blood shooting hard and fast, his body full of the left over charge from the Circle. Goddess, she tasted good.

A warm, lurching flush expanded out from his neck where Lina held fast.? His mind, fogged by the unexpected assault, began to clear and protest as something grabbed at his wrists near where he grasped the package.

More warm flush tingled his palms. He tried to draw back, but Lina dug in. He didn?t want to hurt her. When he felt the a constriction around his anklebones, and another telltale flush, he pushed back to escape her mouth.?What the hell?

?It?s for your own good,? a pleased looking Lina stated.

She retreated. He had a breath to wonder what was happening, look down to see his wrists and ankles encircled with magic null strips, and swallow the beginnings of spiky irritation before he was slammed from the side.

The box tore from his grasp, and he was run backwards until he hit a spell-set magical cushion against the wall, breaking the impact.

Despite the cushion, the air was knocked from his lungs, and his vision dimmed. Devon pressed hard against him, grabbing at his null-cuffed wrists and pinning them above his head.

Once he could breathe again, he found his voice. ?What the fuck do you think you?re doing Devon?? He heard the snick of leather threading. Shit, Lina was cuffing him to the restraints on the St. Andrew?s Cross while Devon pinned him.

No way. He reached for the magic weaving through his nervous system and hit a blank wall.?What? He reached again, then memory kicked in and he pictured the null strips at his wrists and ankles. He realized Lina had slapped another on the back of his neck when she?d attacked with that kiss.

He kicked out with his legs when she moved to his ankles, but by then his wrists were secure and Devon could squat down to hold him flush to the posts. He didn?t want to hurt either of them, but he wanted free. What game were they playing?

She finished and straightened, her provocative smile matched by an equally grinning Devon. ?All set love.?

?Lina,? he began, over-enunciating her name, ?release me now. I?m too tired to play this shit.? He usually had good control over his anger, hyper aware of the responsibility to contain it that came with his tremendous power, but he?d been worn down the last few weeks and his usual defenses were thinned.

?I?m afraid we can?t do that. Devon and I are worried about you and we?ve decided the solution is to give you an evening of complete surrender. Yours, that is. You need to be fucked, baby. Chained you?ll stay until we decide you?ve gotten the relaxation you need.?

?You two are out of your mind.?
?No,? Devon added, ?it?s you who are out of your mind. You don?t search out sex until after four or five Circles, and when you do its some boring mortal stand-in for your fist. It?s not enough. That doesn?t discharge the energy. Stress is kicking your butt.?

?First off, my sex life is none of your damn business.? Though his cock felt the opposite.? The steady ache from his on-going erection hit new pain levels made helpless like this. His organ clearly believed Devon and Lina were important parties in its exercise life. What the fuck was going on inside him?

?Oh but it is our business. You want to be the next Assembly leader then you sure as shit need to take care of yourself. You run yourself down and the power gets out of your control while we?re in the middle of a circuit and we all die. Basic lesson of Wizardry.?

?Fine, I?ll get laid. Now get me off the cross and remove these null strips.?

Lina stepped closer again, in his face. ?You?ll remain where you?re placed. You?re going to submit to us tonight and stop this bullshit. You?re not taking our concerns seriously and you?ll end up dead soon if you don?t.? You have a lot of power inside those attractive bones of yours Samuel, and thank the Goddess it hasn?t made you an asshole, but it has made you arrogant enough to believe you have to care for the entire world. It?s time others took care of you.?

Devon began where she left off. ?You either give us tonight or we file a formal protest to your appointment as Assembly leader. We have enough standing to mess up the procedure for a long while. You may be appointed anyway, but we?ll delay it enough to frustrate the crap out of you.?


?I?m hoping for that instead of a protest filing, yes. Now, do you want us to proceed or do we release you and trot up to the Administrator?s office to file paperwork??

?You two are nuts.?

?Waiting for an answer,? Devon said, crossing his arms and smirking.

?What exactly do you want to do to me??

?Now there?s the first hopeful thing you?ve said this evening,? Dev continued. ?But as our submissive it?s really no concern of yours what we decide to do. You?ll find out as we go.?

?Yes or no, Samuel?? Lina added.

?Just tonight?? Why was he giving in?

?Just tonight,? she agreed.

?I?ll humor you in exchange for all the years of our friendship.?

?Believe me, dearest, there?ll be little humor on your end after we?re through with you.?

?Fine,? he answered, sounding sullen to himself. ?Let?s get this over.?

Goddess, why he kept these two as friends he didn?t know. Okay, he did know, but his head and body were spinning with this unexpected turn of events.

?First, your safe words,? Lina said. ?We?ll take the easy route tonight and provide them. Yellow for slow down, red for stop if we?ve crossed your absolute boundaries. Grant you, we know the difference, so don?t go using them without good reason.?

Samuel had spent his entire life around Wizards, most of whom practiced some form of Dominance and submission play in the clubs after Circle work. He knew the terminology, knew how it worked. Still, a nervous horde of buffalo started stamping his gut. He nodded, lips strangely glued tight.

?You obviously need to be reminded why it?s important for a Wizard to engage in these particular sexual activities. For years we?ve thought your penchant for vanilla sex a quirk. But really dear, you?re fooling yourself. Now explain in your own words why a Wizard needs this type of release.?

?I know why, just get on with it.?

Her hands shot out unexpectedly, one pressed hard to his groin, one a threatening pressure at his throat, ratcheting his arousal, squeezing his cock and forcing him to his toes. ?This isn?t a request, Samuel.?

?Shit, fine. A Wizard has to channel incredible power with absolute control during a Circle or be decimated. But he has no?real control of it. It?s beyond anyone?s ability to contain that energy. The contradiction screws with his balance.? His body needs to rewire. Discharge through sex.?

?And?? Devon asked.

Endorphins had started to pump through his body, lending more haze to his mind. ?Some Wizards are driven to rewire by Dominating, re-exerting complete control inside their head. Others by giving it all up in submission. Their bodies can?t stand the contradiction of both they experienced in the Working.?

?Good boy,? Lina purred. ?So why you don?t pay attention to your needs since you know this stuff is beyond me, love.?

?I have responsibilities. My mind has to be focused on the end-game, Lina,? he panted. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep his hips from surging forward into her palm where she cupped his dick.

?Dismissing that as the pathetic bullshit it is, let?s move on, shall we?? Devon said, pacing around the sides of the cross.? He flicked his finger, magic spurting, and the device moved out from the wall, creating space for him to complete his circling. ?First, contracts. There?s usually a formal one between a submissive and his Dominants outlining his limits, particular turn-ons and absolute no-gos, but these are strange circumstances. We know you well, and have an idea what turns you on even if you?ve been stupid enough to deny it these years. Bondage. Limited pain, rough sex. You don?t think we notice what has you breathing heavy while you watch at the club??

He held up his palm when Samuel tried to answer. ?Quiet. You?re not allowed to speak.? He leaned in next to Lina. ?No more decisions or comments unless we say. You let go tonight, no choices, no responsibilities but to take what we give and meet our demands. Tonight you?re going to admit that tending this need you have is as important as your other responsibilities. Admit that you need more.? Devon?s green eyes hardened as he spoke.

Goddess, he hated this. Loved this. Forced himself to keep his mouth closed and breathe slowly. He?d get through this evening. It became a personal challenge. His skin was sensitized like sand paper had been rubbed over it. And these two hadn?t touched him yet besides the kiss and placing the restraints. Fuck.

?Good,? Lina said, eyeing his lack of response to the lecture. ?Now that Devon?s made our position clear, you deserve a little attention. Sit still while we deal with these inconvenient clothes of yours.?

Walking to a black case, she flipped the locks, opened it, and retrieved a small knife. ?I could magically dissolve the stitches, but cutting them off is more satisfying don?t you think? Toe off your shoes.? The last was delivered with a bite and he cursed silently as he automatically started following the command.

He sucked in another breath and his balls crept further toward his body. She handed Devon the blade and he proceeded to slice off everything. Shirt, khakis, boxer briefs, even socks. He cut carefully around the null strips, not disturbing them. Goddess, he hadn?t experienced this much helplessness in years if ever. He?d taken his magic for granted a long time. Were they right? Had it skewed his perception of his place in the world? Devon?s hands distracted him from these thoughts, skimming over the fine hairs covering his skin. For a man who played hard his touch was damn soft.

?Now a cock ring to keep you stiff as we play,? Lina added.

She retrieved the item from the box and took his shaft in hand, wrapping the leather ring around his jerking member and swiping her thumb over the head of his leaking slit. She wrapped fingers around him and pumped several times. ?Lovely,? she murmured, admiring the dark red of his painful dick. Goddess, she was driving him over the edge. Oh, shit, it felt amazing. The cock ring was a good idea if he was going to last beyond the next few seconds. Strangely, he wanted to last for them. He didn?t know how the games tonight fit with the rest of his life, but he was sickeningly suspicious he?d be forced to figure it out soon.

Devon reached, sliding a finger over his collarbone. ?You?re not to come unless given permission, Samuel. Shoot without it and I?ll stripe that ass of yours so thorough you won?t sit for weeks.? Devon dropped to his knees and tongued the head of his erection, licking up the sides of his dick as Samuel?s mind spun black with pleasure. He engulfed the entire thing in his mouth and Samuel couldn?t stuff his groan. The suction was strong. He added teeth, scraping the skin of the cock, causing Samuel to pump his hips helplessly.

While Devon worked, Lina took out a set of nipple clamps. His shoulders tightened. ?Lina,? he called, voice shaky, not sure what he was asking.

Licking her lips, she quickly placed both clamps on his small buds, tightening the grips until he cried out. Electricity started to build at the base of his spine. Shit, maybe he?d die tonight from the arousal. Lina began caressing his skin, soft touches which she followed by gentle kisses in the same locations.? ?We love you, Samuel,? she murmured. ?We?ll take good care of you.? She followed the words with a sharp bite of her teeth digging into his skin.? She ran hands up his arms to his restrained wrists, played with the leather there. ?You are incredibly sexy imprisoned this way.? And what a good boy you?re being for your Mistress and Master.?

His body wound tighter, Devon still going strong at his hard-on. He dug his fingers into his palms where they hung from the cuffs.

Devon broke off just as he thought he?d lose it and launch. Their hands roamed his body, switching one between the other to grind lips down on his, lick and eat at his mouth as they whispered soft endearments. In between they?d kiss each another, play their hands down the strong muscled bodies, breasts, pecs and abdomens of their partner. There was heat in their eyes for him and for each other. The contrast of hard and soft spun him further.

When Lina took out a cane, landed the first of many strikes on his ass, he started to float. They?d interrupt the discipline with more kisses and gentle scraping of nails over his sore cheeks. Firm pumps to his cock. The caning lasted forever it seemed, but ended too soon. Man he was twisted. His body disagreed. It was one big want.

Finally he felt exploring fingers at his asshole. Somewhere in the fog of it all he heard the snap of a tube opening, jolted at the cool, slick wetness on his pucker.

Devon whispered next to his ear, sending shivers down his spine. ?I?m going to fuck you soon. First I?ll stretch you, since this is virgin territory, but I want inside your ass. Lovely Lina will keep your cock busy at the same time. Same rules apply. No coming until we say. We?re going to do this hard and fast and it may hurt. But I promise you I know what to do with my dick and it?s going to feel just as good.? He pressed in a finger partway and the burn and stretch dragged out Samuel?s latest groan.

Amazing. The finger dove further. ?Push out for me, Samuel,? Devon whispered. ?I?ll sink in easier. Relax. Let it happen.?

The digit slid further, joined by another, which was fucking intense as Devon stretched him again and again.

The top of his head was going to blow, although there?d be no blood underneath his skull as it had all rushed to his cock.? When his eyes focused, Lina had removed her top and was squatting to rub her breasts over the skin of his erection. Gorgeous. Amazing. Fucking Goddess, he was gone.

Sensations at his cock and anus had his skin twitching and his heart pounding a marathon. The strain as he fought against the restraints bruised. Not that he wanted to escape, but he couldn?t help himself.

No power, no control, no say in this.

His mind hiccupped, lost all coherence for long moments before he?d struggle back up from underneath the waves of sensation.

?I?m letting you free of the cross, love,? Lina said. But before she reached to undo the nipple clamps and cuffs, a squeezing magic wrapped him, kept his body frozen. Even unlocked he was prisoner.? His arms fell to his sides. Their combined magic, almost as strong as his would be unleashed, floated him to the dining room table.? It thrust him belly down against it and he had one minute to inhale before Devon was kicking his legs wide.

?Time to be fucked,? Devon rasped, hunger in his voice.

?Goddess, yes,? Samuel heard himself call. A zipper was undone and the sound of shushing fabric over skin. Then a firm press at his backdoor, a stretching.

Dev sunk in. So full, it burned fierce. Samuel wanted more, deeper. The motion shoved him forward on the tabletop. Dev plowed in, still too shallow. His cock on the verge of exploding, Samuel wanted to scream as Lina?s hand wrapped his organ, her fingers slick with oil and a hint of magic, which provided the sensation that it was her mouth covering his dick.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Too much. Goddess, yes. He couldn?t move. Just take it.

And a great weight finally disappeared from him.

?You feel good,? Dev grunted. ?So tight, velvet, squeezing me. Perfect.? He hit Samuel?s prostate with the last thrust and the electricity at his spine pulsed so strong he expected sparks to set fire to wood.

Faster. Sawing in and out. Blurring haze. He felt Lina unsnap the cock ring, the wet sensation return at this penis.

Almost there.

Lina spoke. ?Say it, Samuel. Tell us you need this. You need to submit. You?re floating in gorgeous subspace for us because its where you need to be. Tell us you?re ours, love.?

The words burrowed in, touched him deep where he was amazed to be able to make sense of them. A seamless fit. Truth. A gift.

?Yours. Need it. Just?yours.? The effort to speak was agony through the pain and pleasure and haze.

?Yes. Ours. Come for us, dearest,? she ordered, hand stroking his sweat soaked hair as Devon fucked him from behind.

He shot.? Cum spewed into her waiting hands, the longest ejaculation he?d experienced. So long his cock dry heaved continually after he?d run out of seed.

He heard the strangled moan of Dev?s release, felt the hot spurts of semen hit his prostate, his cock jerking again in response.

When his friend?s heavy body collapsed on top of his, a blissful peace settled in his cells.? Too soon, Dev?s weight lifted and they helped him stand. Gently cleaned him up and carried him to Lina?s bed in the other room. They released the magic constraints, though not the null strips, once they had him sandwiched between them. Dev at his back, spent cock resting between his buttocks, Lina at his front, breasts firm against his chest, their legs all tangled. Free again, not once did he think of removing the strips himself.

Lina?s soft breath feathered his cheek. ?Rest now, Samuel. Because the night?s young and I have plans for you. I still need to get off, my fine sub.?

His body shook as she squeezed his dick and scraped nails down the hardening shaft. Her fingertip dug into the slit on his cockhead and he shuddered again.

?You still have to make us dinner. You?ve only fed one of our hungers,? Devon added, teasing rough as he thrust his hips.

His mind worked hard to order itself. He loved these two. Granted, he?d loved them before, but this was new territory.

?You know this means it?s changed between us,? he said.
?Of course,? Lina answered.

?And likely will change what?s between you two. You?ll have to learn to share.? Goddess, it was too easy to accept all this. But he did. Unbelievable. But a hole was filled inside him, although he groaned to himself at the awful double entendre of that thought.

Devon released a low chuckle. ?A much welcomed benefit.?

?Love you, Dev,? Lina whispered over his shoulder.

?Right back at you, Sweetheart,? Dev answered.

?I think you?re going to need a bigger apartment,? Samuel added.

Lina mused resting quietly for a time in the warmth. ?This will work. Samuel is magic between us.?

Devon answered. ?He is, thank the Universe. We love you Samuel.?

?I know.?

They pinched him in retaliation for his smug answer. And damn them, five minutes later they pushed him out of bed and sent him to make the duck.

?Foul play,? he commented as he crawled off the mattress. They each slapped him on the ass. It hurt and revved his motor more.

New life, new balance. And probably time to hone his cooking skills. He?d need them with these two.

He chuckled all the way to the kitchen.

Author’s Bio:

Once described by a new age practitioner as having an old soul, I remain skeptical, but have learned to accept that the universe is a big place. Growing up, I always wanted to write novels. My dream of creating fantastical stories as a full time career stayed with me after my first handwritten fantasy romance novella in middle school.

Luckily, I?ve made that dream come alive. I love to explore the duality of dark and light in my characters? lives. Only when they push beyond the scars on their souls to accept themselves (helped along, of course, by their lovers) can I feel content I?ve written a great story.

Living in a small New England town, I love to rebel against a staid Yankee lifestyle through the pages of my manuscripts. I adore pushing the boundaries of sensuality and taboo in my work, but mostly because, in the end, I know that the connections I forge between the hearts and souls of my characters will lead them to happiness.

Paranormal Thanksgiving: Melinda Barron

Stay With Me

By Melinda Barron


? 2009 Melinda Barron, All Rights Reserved

?Please tell me again why I’m sitting in an old, dark house instead of in my warm, bright kitchen stuffing a turkey.? Quinn Nichols patted her eyelashes at the two men standing in front of her. Their hands were full of wires and equipment that did Lord knew what.

They’d explained to her repeatedly that one piece of equipment detected a ghost’s presence and the other recorded sounds they could listen to later to see exactly what the ghost had to say, but she was never sure which box did what.

?You’re here because we want you here,? Dev air kissed her, the smacking sound making her shiver. ?And you know you want to be here, too.?

?That’s right, bebe,? Fletch pulled a cord into the box he held. ?Who knows where the night might lead. Much more fun to play than bake a bird.?

?I don’t consider fiddling with boxes and wires playing.? Quinn lay back against the shrouded couch and watched her two lovers lift their eyebrows, first at each other, and then at her.

Maybe she was wrong. Maybe this night could turn out to be fun, if they would hurry up and get their ghost hunting equipment set up. If there was one thing she could say about Fletcher Covair and Devlin St. Giles it was that when they were hired to do a job they did it. Whoever had asked them to see if they could seek out a ghost in this old Garden District home would know by morning if their property were truly haunted.

But once the settings for their work were in place, they would turn their attention to her. That could be the only reason they brought her along. This was their second Thanksgiving together, and the first one had been spent in bed, ending with them going to a restaurant for dinner.

Quinn had been determined not to let that happen this time. She was going to cook a real holiday meal, even if they didn’t get to eat until late in the evening tomorrow.

Quinn glanced around the living room as they worked. The old mansion had been empty for a few years, and Dev and Fletch had come in earlier in the day to dust the room they were in, and to set up a huge air mattress for them to sleep on tonight.

Hunting ghosts wasn’t exactly her ball of wax, but as long as her two men were around she was fine with anything. They would protect her from any spirit that happened along.

?How come ‘ya not nekkid?? She looked up at Fletch, whose gaze was focused on her breasts.

?I could ask you two the same thing.? She glanced around the room, only to see a naked Dev climbing into the bed. ?Oh, well, I guess it’s just you I could ask, then.?

Fletch pulled her into his arms, then kissed her with fervor, his tongue licking her lips, asking for permission to enter. She opened to him, savoring the taste as he slipped inside.

?Stop teasing me,? Dev said. ?I love to watch, but I want to play, too.?

Quinn giggled as Fletch’s hands started to work the buttons and zippers on her clothing. She tried to undress him as they walked toward the mattress, then stopped as they reached the edge. A soft, feminine laugh tickled her ears.

?Did you hear that??

?The only thing I hear is heart crying out for you,? Dev said, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her thighs. She tumbled down next to him, giggling again when Fletch pulled her jeans down. They both wiggled out of their clothes then Quinn sighed in pleasure as Dev pulled her back against his chest and Fletch spread her thighs.

When his tongue traced her slit she wiggled her hips, groaning as he dipped inside, teasing her hardened nub.

?How’s that taste, Fletch??

?Like heaven,? Fletch lifted up and offered his tongue to Dev. She watched Dev lick at him, then greedily suck him into his mouth, the kiss hard and passionate.

The woman’s laughter increased and Quinn shivered.

?Someone’s here,? Quinn said, surprised that she’d heard the sound. Just months ago she hadn’t believed in ghosts. But now she knew they existed, and sometimes liked to watch.

Dev was kissing her shoulder now and Fletch had gone back to driving her crazy with his tongue. He’d flipped positions so that the hard length of him was positioned near her mouth. She took him in just as Dev slipped inside her.

The ghost’s reaction was acute, the laughter at once turning in soft moans, increasing along with the intensity of the trio’s lovemaking. Quinn almost felt as if the woman were with them, stroking arms and legs as the lovers slide in and out of each other’s bodies.

Her orgasm built, and when it threatened to tumble over she slipped her mouth away from Fletch, afraid of biting him in her ecstasy. She moved her head and Dev took over, sucking their lover deep into his mouth.

The sight drove Quinn over the edge and she tightened on Dev as he thrust into her. She felt the warmth of his passion fill her and she could tell from the intense movement of Fletch’s hips that he, too, was climaxing.

When they all lay together, with Fletch flipped so they all faced each other, they stroked her hair and shoulders, holding her tight between them.

?I love both,? she whispered. The woman’s moans were still present in the room. ?I think the ghost liked watching us make love.?

?We didn’t need equipment to know she was here,? Dev said. ?Tell us, my love, do you like this house??

?Yes, why??

?It’s for sale,? Fletch said. ?The three of us could move here, or we could use it for a Ghost Seekers headquarters, something we don’t have.?

?I love our house,? Quinn said.

The ghost responded with a loud. ?Me!?

The three of them sat up and stared at the floating apparition across the room. A woman in Victorian dress, her hands held out toward them.

?We can’t promise,? Dev said to her. ?But we can tell you that someone will be here, you won’t be alone.?

?Thank you.? A smile appeared on the woman’s face and then she disappeared.

?She’s lonely,? Quinn lay back down. ?We’ve given her a reason to be thankful on Thanksgiving.?

?I’m thankful for the two of you,? Dev said, leaning over and kissing first her, then Fletch.

?Me, too,? she replied, when Fletch said, ?Me, three.?

?Then we’ll definitely make her Thanksgiving good,? Dev said, sitting back up. ?We know you’re here, and this house will be ours. You won’t be alone anymore.?

A giggle filled the room and the three lovers lay down and fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was definitely a day of Thanksgiving in the Garden District home.

Author Bio:

Melinda Barron loves to explore Egyptian tombs and temples, discover Mayan ruins, play in castles towers, and explore new cities and countries. She generally does it all from the comfort of her home by opening a book.

Melinda loves to lose herself between the pages of a book. The only thing she loves more is creating stories from the wonderful heroes and heroines that haunt her dreams and crowd her head. She believes love is for everyone, not just those who are a size 2. Her books are full of magic, suspense and love, in all sorts of shapes and sizes.

Mel currently lives in the Texas Panhandle, with two cats, and a file stuffed with new ideas to keep her typing fingers busy, and your heart engaged.

Paranormal Thanksgiving Week: Anne Kane

Megan’s Bluff

An unedited short story by Anne Kane

Megan crouched behind the lush green bush and waited for Mykael to pass. She could hear the snow crunching beneath the pads of his feet, the sound getting louder as he approached. She knew that his instincts told him his security had been breached, but she’d been thorough, covering every trace of her intrusion.

Her tail lashed back and forth, betraying her agitation.

Just a few more seconds?


Mykael’s dark form raced past, and she exploded from her hiding spot, a midnight black bundle of fangs and fur and claws. She leapt for his back, sinking her teeth into the loose fur at his neck before he had time to react.

The larger cat snarled, whirling around in a vain attempt to unseat his unwanted rider. His sleek black pelt glistened beneath the light of the new moon`?.

Megan held on with grim determination. She’d planned carefully for this confrontation, and she needed to bargain from a position of strength. The Imperial Were-Panther community had to be forced to deal with the issue of their females, and the way they treated them.

In all of Imperial history, the females had been badly outnumbered by the males. For eons after the fall of the Empire, the only known births were male. With no females of their own, the Imperial Were-Panthers began to take human females as mates, and the practice became widely accepted. Many of them forgot that female were-panthers had ever existed.

Mykael dropped one front shoulder, throwing Megan off balance. She dug her claws deeper into his tough hide in a bid to stay on his back, but the big male twisted around and grabbed one of her front legs in his massive jaws. A quick toss of his head dislodged her, and she sailed through the air, landing on the ground with a jolt that knocked the breath out of her.

Mykael stalked across the clearing, amber streaks swirling in the tawny depths of his eyes. Thick ropes of muscle slid smoothly under his sleek, ebony hide. Pointing his head skyward, he snarled, the sound a chilling combination of fury and challenge.

Megan dragged a ragged lungful of air into her bruised lungs and surged to her feet, turning to face her opponent. She kept her head high, refusing to yield to the larger cat. He paused, and she saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Her heart sank. That telltale flicker told her that he knew all about her.

Over two decades ago, a male named Jakeb had found Kaitlyn, a female of their kind. He claimed her as his own and the Imperial Were-Panthers whole way of life had been turned upside down. They looked for more females, and fierce battles were fought for possession of each one found, disregarding the whole bonding process.

Now that the males knew about the existence of the females, the Council insisted that each female kitten born be registered at birth, and if no bond-mate came forward to claim her by her twentieth birthday, she was assigned a mate by lottery.

While it made sense, from the male’s point of view, to avoid the bloody battles for possession, no one had bothered to consult the females.

And the females were royally pissed off.

Why should they be forced to mate against their wishes? They wanted all of the rights and freedoms afforded to the males. A small group of young, unmated females had banded together to do something about it. They’d decided to send Megan to present their demands to the head of the Imperial Were-Panther’s governing council. If she could convince him to back her, they’d have a better chance of getting the laws changed in their favor.

Mykael lifted one massive paw and cuffed her across the side of the head just hard enough to knock her off her feet. She landed on her back, with her vulnerable belly exposed and her paws scrambling uselessly in the air. Pouncing, he stood over her, lowering his face to within inches of her own and snarling softly.

Defiantly, she snarled back, counting on his protective instincts to restrain him from disciplining her any further. She knew he wanted her to shift.

He didn’t budge, his eyes implacable as he waited for her to acquiesce. Only the very tip of his tail moved, flicking back and forth in an agitated rhythm.

Megan sighed softly. Antagonizing him further wouldn’t be in her best interest, she needed to convince him to back the females’ demands at the next council session.

Still, she couldn’t resist extending her claws and swatting his muscular shoulder with her paw.

Mykael’s eyes glittered, amber streaks swirling as he stared down at her. Megan watched, mesmerized as he lowered his massive head toward her. Delicious heat danced down her spine to coil in a molten ball in her belly.

Primal instincts, long buried roared to the surface. She was a mature female in her prime. Unmated. Her only experiences had been with young males, ones that she could easily dominate.

Mykael wouldn’t let her call the shots, but his magnificent body called to her, heating her blood.

Mykael rubbed his head against hers, sliding it along her cheek, her neck, her forehead. His scent, a heady mixture of warm rain forest and aroused male cat, sent desire snaking along her nerves.



Naked lust. They fogged her senses and she snarled again, softly this time. An invitation and a challenge.

Mykael responded with a commanding roar, and Megan found herself moving to obey, some deeply buried instinct prompting her to give in to his demands.

She rolled over, focusing on her breathing as the magic rolled over her. Her body shifted, the sleek cat disappearing as she emerged from the sparkling cloud in her human form.


Mykael’s breath caught in his throat. By the gods, she was beautiful!

Long black hair fell in a silky curtain to her waist, framing a pale round face. Her eyes mirrored his own, dark brown shot through with streaks of amber. He took in the soft curves and feminine lines of her body, and felt the blood rushing to his cock. He’d waited a long time to seek a mate, longer than most of his kind, and this unexpected confrontation sorely tested his control.

As comfortable as he was with his panther, some things were best dealt with in human form. He backed away and summoned the magic, willing his shift. The change took longer than he would have liked, his panther loath to leave the presence of the female.

He could smell her ripe scent, the enticing mix of pheromones and young aroused female. He let the magic dissolve, leaving him standing in front of her with his shaft fully engorged.

He felt a wry smile curve the corners of his mouth as her eyes went wide at the sight of his naked body. He hoped that was awe in her gaze, not disappointment. He let her stare a few more seconds before he conjured up a pair of tights to cover himself.

?Megan, isn’t it?? He knew exactly who she was, had watched over her from the shadows outside her home her since she’d been a kit, barely able to crawl.

He held out a hand to help her up from the ground. ?You’ll have to excuse the chilly reception. I wasn’t expecting company. To what do I owe the honor of this visit??

Her skin felt like the softest silk. Bolts of lust hammered at his control, and he wondered if she realized the danger she’d put herself in by coming here alone this evening.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, every line of her body betraying her nervousness as she peeked up at him from beneath her lashes.

?We want equality with the males.? The words tumbled out of her mouth in a defiant rush. ?We want to petition the council to allow the females to choose their own destinies, and their own mates. You have no right to treat us like animals, forced to breed because there are so few of us.?

?Then why not go to the council? Why come to me?? He advanced slowly toward her, deliberately seeking to intimidate her. ?I do not make the laws.? He admired the way she stood her ground as he approached.

Her eyes sparkled with anger. ?We intend to, but we stand a better chance of having our voices heard if we are backed by the council chair. I volunteered to be the one to come and plead our case with you.?

He crossed his arms, curious. He’d had no idea she knew he existed. ?Why??

She shrugged, and he detected a subtle change in scent that indicated she wasn’t telling the truth, at least not all of it. ?I’ve seen you at a distance with the other councilors. You command their attention, and they listen to you. The other females are afraid of you, but I’m not. I’d be more afraid of the minister of out-ports. He smells corrupt.?

He smiled, amused at her bluntness. The minister of out-ports was indeed corrupt. ?Haven’t you heard the stories? I eat little kittens like you for breakfast.? Unbidden, the image of this female flashed in his mind, her thighs spread wide before him while he feasted on her sex.? He shook his head to clear the tempting image.

She shrugged, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips. ?Than I guess I’d better make sure you agree to help me, before the sun rises. I have no desire to be your morning meal.?

The little minx actually had the nerve to laugh at him. He reached out and traced the line of her high cheekbone. ?The rules were made long ago, and may have outlived their usefulness.? He grasped her wrist and gently drew her toward him. ?What do you plan to offer me for my cooperation??

Her eyes widened as she realized what he had in mind.

He could have told her that he planned to claim her. Should have told her that they were destined for each other. But he didn’t.

He tipped her head back and took her lips, plunging his tongue deep inside the moist cavity of her mouth. She tasted like forest and sunshine, with just a hit of peppermint.

She kissed him back, hesitating for a brief moment before surrendering completely, molding her body to his.

The smell of her arousal tore at his control, and he realized she’d come here tonight hoping for this.

The demands to the council were an excuse.

He scooped her up in his arms and strode to the patch of soft moss on the far side of the clearing. He lay her down there, and paused, drinking in the site of her perfect young body. ?You’re sure?? If he went much further, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.


She nodded, her gaze falling to his engorged cock. ?I’m sure.? She reached out a hand to touch him. ?You’re even more magnificent than I imagined.?

He lowered his head and nibbled on one earlobe, then worked his way down her cheek to sear a kiss across her lips. His body pressed against hers, hard and masculine.

She reveled in the feel of it. Finally. She’d seen him watching her from the shadows, lurking in the woods just beyond her home. As a youngling, she’d felt safe and protected, but lately, the sight of him made her feel restless and edgy.

He cupped her breasts in his large hands, molding the tender mounds. He brushed the tip of his thumbs over her nipples and they pebbled into hard little buds.

She whimpered as darts of lust whipped through her and her pussy creamed in eager anticipation.

Mykael moved his head down to suck one dusky peak into his mouth, his teeth scoring across the nipple. Megan moaned, and he settled in to feast on her breasts. He knew just when to suck, when to curl his tongue around the edge of the nipple. His fingers were in constant motion, stroking her breasts, exploring her belly, tracing the line of her hips.

Megan arched and squirmed, lust and want racing through her until she didn’t think she could bear it any longer.

?Fuck me.? She pleaded with him. She could smell his arousal, knew that he wanted it just as badly as she did.

His eyes were pure molten heat, the amber streaks swirling in a mesmerizing pattern. He moved his attention lower, licking her ribcage, her belly, the soft hollow of her hips.

?Please. I need you.? She hated to beg, but she needed him. Needed him inside her. Now.

He held her down with one arm thrown carelessly across her hips, and his warm breath wafted across her bare mound.

Megan moaned and whimpered, writhing beneath his practiced hands and mouth. He parted the soft folds that hid her sex, and his nostrils flared wide as he inhaled her ripe scent.

He dipped his head, and she screamed as his tongue circled her clit, before dipping in to taste her juices. ?By the gods, you’re sweeter than I’d ever imagined!? Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he feasted on her sex, his tongue delving deep while Megan arched and twisted. Pleasure so intense it bordered on pain lanced through her and she tangled her fingers in his hair while he devoured her.

Megan felt her orgasm begin; rolling through her while he continued to worship her with his mouth. The pleasure spiraled out of control until nothing mattered but Mykael and the feeling of his tongue and teeth and lips, consuming her. She gasped out his name, holding him tight as the aftershocks slowly faded away.

Mykael drew himself up, cradling her in his arms while her breathing slowed to normal. ?You know I’ve been watching you.? It wasn’t a question.

Megan nodded. ?For along time. I used to think I imagined you, because no one else ever saw you.? She studied his face. ?Did you know even then, that you wanted me??

He nodded, a faint smile on his lips. ?You’re my bond-mate. I sensed it the first time I saw you, but you were much too young for me to claim. I’ve been waiting all these years for you to grow up.?

She realized the truth of it, could feel the bond between them. She’d never reacted so wantonly to a male’s interest before. It felt right.

With a sinking feeling in her heart, she saw his predicament. ?And I came to ask you to support me in having the claiming laws revoked.?

?Not the best timing, is it?? He traced a finger down her cheek.

?No.? She could feel his massive cock pressing hard against her thigh. Despite the years of waiting, he’d given her pleasure first, ignoring his own needs. ?But I could offer you a deal.?

He lifted one brow. ?What kind of deal??

?I know you’re an interstellar trader. If you teach me to pilot, I’ll go with you. I’ll crew for you, warm your bed, be your partner.?

He tilted her face so he could look into her eyes. ?And what’s the catch??

She swallowed hard. ?I don’t want to settle down. If you try to claim me as your bond-mate, I’ll fight you every step of the way.?

He considered her for a few moments. ?So you’re willing to be my partner, by not my bond-mate??

She nodded, holding her breath. She was bluffing. She could feel the pull of the bond, and she knew she’d never be able to walk away. If he wouldn’t take her on as his partner, his equal, then she’d settle for being his bond-mate.

But she wouldn’t be happy about it.

?Agreed.? His voice rolled over her, thick with need. ?I’ll take you on as partner and teach you everything I know. You can start right now.?


He used his considerable strength to roll her over, slipping one hand under her belly to lift her up on all fours. She turned her head, and he could see the passion in her eyes as she watched him. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he positioned himself behind her and took his cock in his hand. Slowly stroking his hand down its length, he aimed it at her entrance.

He entered her with one powerful thrust, seating himself to the balls in the heat of her moist channel. She’d agreed to be his partner, and once they were away from everyone, alone in the vastness of space, he’d figure out what she had against bonding and deal with it. He didn’t want a reluctant bond-mate.

The smell of her wet sex drove him wild, and he thrust into her in a hard rhythm, his hands holding her hips steady. He could feel the walls of her slick channel gripping him with every stroke. Leaning over, he slid his tongue down her neck, tasting the sweet sheen of sweat that coated it.

Megan moaned and bucked beneath him, and he picked up the pace, surging into her over and over, fanning the flames of their passion. She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, and he knew he was lost. He would do whatever she asked; take whatever she cared to offer him. He closed his eyes, lost in the ecstasy of their union. Their pleasure built higher, until it exploded into a million tiny fragments of feeling, pleasure so intense he wasn’t sure they’d survive it.

They collapsed on the soft ground, Mykael making sure he landed beside her so he didn’t hurt her. They lay still a few moments, limbs entwined, breath coming in short gasps.

She opened her eyes, staring up at him with the sated look of a well-fucked female. ?You’re really willing to help us? To have the council repeal the binding laws and give females the same freedoms that the males have always enjoyed??

Mykael stroked a stray lock of hair from her face and dropped a kiss on the tip of her cute nose.

?If it makes you smile, Megan, I would have them repeal the very law of gravity.?


Copyright 2009 by Anne Kane All rights reserved.

Author’s note: Mykael and Meagan have their own book coming to Changeling Press in February of 2009. Watch for Shifting Priorities: Mating Frenzy.

In the meantime, you can read about the first female Imperial Were-Panther, Kaitlyn and her bond-mate Jakeb, in Shifting Priorities: Mating Dance.


Series: Shifting Priorities

Title: Mating Dance

ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-067-4

Publisher URL Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction

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Jakeb is an Imperial?Were-Panther who wants an heir. Problem is, he doesn’t want a mate. When he rescues Kaitlyn from an abusive trader, he proposes a deal: freedom for her, an heir for him. He’s startled to find he can’t keep his hands or his heart away from his new acquisition, but she has secrets of her own and they discover power isn’t all about strength as they are drawn into the age-old mating dance.


Tilting her chin with one finger, he claimed her lips, the savage intensity of his kiss taking her by surprise. She could sense a connection between them. Pheromones hung heavy in the air, and the scent of his arousal heightened her own.

She brought her arms up to wind behind his head and opened her mouth, allowing his tongue in to plunder, teasing it with her own. She delighted in the erotic duel as their tongues danced with each other, teasing and tormenting in an erotic parody of the mating dance. He owned her. Wanted her. The hard evidence of his arousal pressed aggressively against her belly, promising to sate her hunger. She lowered one hand to run it along the sleek muscles of his chest, enjoying the feel of heavy muscles bunching under her light touch. She’d always kept a tight control on her sexual urges, but tonight she could afford to let them loose.

She’d promised him a child in return for her freedom. And she intended to keep her promise.

His mouth left her lips to trace the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw, returning to nibble feather-light kisses over her lower lip before finding the sensitive hollow of her neck. He deftly undid the belt at her waist, dropping it to the ground. He reached for the hem of the soft cotton shirt, but Kaitlyn covered his hand with hers.

?No. Let me do it. Please.? She wanted to watch his face as she uncovered herself for him.

Jakeb raised his head to regard her. His hands went to the waist ties of his leggings and he quickly stripped them off, a dark grin lifting the corner of his mouth. ?By all means.? He sprawled on the thick mat of grass, propping himself up on one elbow while he used? his other hand to slowly stroke the impressive erection that curved upward from his groin, the plum-shaped head glistening with a single drop of pre-cum.

Kaitlyn swallowed hard and gaped at his entire length. He was magnificent, everything she’d ever wanted in a male. She dragged her lust under control and looked back up to meet the cool amusement in his eyes.

Two could play this game.

She made eye contact as she started to sway in a slow sexy rhythm. Her feet moving in time to music only she could hear. Taking the hem of the soft shirt in her hands, she slowly drew it up, exposing her flat stomach, then higher so that her breasts came into view. She felt a surge of lust as his eyes darkened, the amber within them swirling as he ogled her chest. She opened her mouth to run the tip of her tongue over her lips, making them glisten wetly in the dappled sunlight of the clearing, and reveled in her power over him.

She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside, her body still swaying in a sensuous rhythm. She brought her hands up to cup the heavy weight of her breasts, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, causing the nipples to harden into tight buds.

Jakeb growled low in his throat, and ran his hand from tip to base in one long sensuous stroke. ?Be careful, Kaitlyn. It’s dangerous to tease a man too far.?

Kaitlyn gave him a dark smile and lowered her hands to the waist of her pantaloons, letting her hips sway invitingly as she slowly, ever so slowly, slipped the sturdy fabric down her hips to let it drop to her feet. Stepping out of the pile of discarded clothing, she threw her head back and raised her arms to the sky. Keeping her movements fluid and graceful, she gyrated slowly in an arc around Jakeb, deliberately teasing the were-panther.

In a movement so quick it betrayed his inhuman blood, Jakeb surged to his feet and wrapped brawny arms around her, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. He managed to twist under her as they fell so that Kaitlyn found herself sprawled on top of one very naked, very aroused male.

She raised herself up on her forearms and smiled down into those gorgeous eyes. She didn’t have to resist the heat sizzling through her core; she’d agreed to mate and he wouldn’t expect a slave girl to be shy. She lowered her head to trace his lips with the tip of her tongue. He tasted clean and male. She ventured lower, nipping one flat nipple with her teeth, and he rewarded her with a warning growl. Ignoring it, she bit the other nipple, letting out a surprised gasp when he cradled her in one muscular arm and flipped her over so that he towered above her.

His satisfied grin dared her to try to escape. So she did. Try. His grin grew wider as she squirmed beneath him, her belly snugged up tight against the hard length of his shaft. A shaft that grew even harder with every movement she made.

?Finished?? He cocked one eyebrow at her as she paused to get her breath back.

Kaitlyn had to smile. They both knew she didn’t want out. She could smell her own pussy creaming in anticipation. Jakeb couldn’t possibly miss it. ?Just getting started,? she purred, reaching up to run a hand over his heavily muscled chest.

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Author Bio

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy Jack Russell terrier, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She has two handsome sons and three adorable grandchildren. By day, she’s a respectable bean counter, but after hours her imagination soars and she writes romances that span the galaxy and encompass beings of all sizes, shapes and origins. She first started telling stories as a child and she just can’t seem to stop.

Her hobbies include kayaking, hiking, motorcycles, swimming, skating, karate, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

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Paranormal Thanksgiving Week: Leona Grey

Goddess for a Night

By Leona Grey

Copyright???Leona Grey, All Rights Reserved

Celeste hit her steering wheel again. She would have to turn around. There was no way her tiny car could cross that much water. The wind picked up as she carefully turned the car around, straining her eyes against the pelting rain. She should have taken the long way around, but no, she thought she could get home before the storm hit. She stopped the car when she heard a loud cracking sound. Then, there was a crash as a tree fell across the road. She lay her head against the cold steering wheel. She was stuck in her dinky car with the crappy heater in the middle of a huge storm.

She did not relish the idea of spending the night in her car. So, she debated over slogging through the rain to reach one of the homes along the road. Unfortunately, those were few and far between, and in the rain at night it was difficult to tell exactly where she was. Car lights made her raise her head. Some kind of SUV was approaching. When it reached the water, a man in a rain poncho got out. He was a big man and he was carrying something. Images of serial killers from dozens of cheap horror movies came and went in her mind. He crossed the water and approached the window. She cowered in her seat until she realized it was Jesse, from the hardware store. ?You okay,? he yelled over the weather. She nodded. He handed her another rain poncho through the crack in the window. As she got out, he put an arm around her and they ran toward his vehicle. When they reached the water, without even asking, he picked her up and carried her through it. She had not realized how strong he was.

His vehicle was blessedly warm as he drove her to his cabin, which somehow managed to be spacious and cozy. Celeste suspected the large fire in the fireplace had something to do with that. It was a very masculine home with lots of wooden decorations and oversized leather furniture. She watched Jesse from the corner of her eye as he took off the poncho. His wet jeans were stuck to his powerful legs and drops of rain glistened in the slight scruff on his jaw. She had always liked him. He was shy and handsome in a rough way. There was a certain expressiveness in his dark green eyes that said he felt things deeply.

He wrapped a heavy quilt around her. ?Here, sit by the fire. I?ll be right back.? She would have watched his butt as he went up the small set of stairs, but his old flannel shirt covered it. Darn. He was back in minutes, having changed into some faded jeans and one of those thermal shirts that hugged a man?s chest and back. ?So, are you a coffee or tea person? I have both.?
?Hot tea would be great right now.?

?You got it.? This time she could see his butt as he walked to the kitchen. Very nice. When he came back with her tea, she found herself tongue-tied. It was one thing to ogle him when he was not looking, but speaking to him was an entirely different matter. ?Were you out there long,? he asked.

?Oh, no. You came at just the right time.?

?Good. I thought I heard a tree fall.?

She frowned. ?You could hear that from here??

He shrugged his broad shoulders. ?I was paying attention.?

They were both silent for a little while. She sipped her tea and looked around, trying to think of something to say. She had warmed up enough to take off her jacket and the quilt. When she turned back to him, he quickly looked away from her chest. She cleared her throat and tried not to blush. ?That?s lovely,? she indicated an eagle carved from some dark wood. ?Where did you get it??

?I made it. I sell things like that to make a little extra money.?

?Well, you do a great job.?


Five more minutes of uncomfortable silence passed. ?So, can I look at the ones you have for sell?? That seemed to please him.

?Sure, I have a few back here.? He led her to his workroom, where wooden carvings of all different sizes were lined up on the table. She looked at the largest ones first, ran her hands over the fluid lines of a tree spirit?s face. He watched with interest, noting which pieces she liked. ?I do a little drawing, too. Maybe I could draw you some time.? He watched her from beneath his brows with a small smile. Was this a come-on from shy Jesse?

?Why would you want do that,? she asked with downcast eyes.

?Because I like the lines of your body.? Whoa, definitely a come-on. She was blushing again.

?I thought you were shy,? she murmured.

?I usually am, but I?ve always found you attractive. When I realized it was you in that car, I thought it must be a sign.? Realizing her discomfort, he changed the subject. ?What do you think of these??

He pulled out a small box filled with carved wooden pendants. Some of the carvings were especially intricate, but it was a simple one of a curvy woman?s figure that caught her attention. ?That?s the Goddess,? he offered.

?What goddess??

?THE Goddess. The Great Mother, Goddess of Fertility. She is beautiful, isn?t she??

So, he liked curves. That explained his attraction to her. She tucked a long strand of reddish hair behind her ear, an unconscious gesture of satisfaction. ?You seem to know a lot about goddesses.?

?I should, I follow ?an alternative religion.?

?Really? I?ve always found alternative religions interesting.? There was more to Jesse than she had imagined.????? ?Do you, like, do spells and all that stuff??


?So, when you said you took it as a sign that I was here, you were serious.?

?Completely. I asked for someone to help me with a ritual tonight and you showed up. Don?t take this the wrong way, but I?m glad it was you that got stuck in the storm.?

?Help me with a ritual? was not exactly ?Let?s have dinner,? but she could work with it. Besides, she really was curious about alternative religions and spells and rituals. ?Well, if you?re looking for a virgin sacrifice, you got the wrong girl,? she quipped. He laughed out loud at that, flashing a dimple.

?No, no sacrifices.? He caught and held her gaze. ?I want you to play the Goddess for me.?

?Because I look so much like her,? she said, half-joking.

?You say that like it?s a bad thing.?

She quirked up the right side of her mouth. ?So, what does it mean to play the Goddess??

He stepped closer. ?First, I would give you a cleansing bath. Then, I would decorate your body in a manner befitting the Goddess.? He leaned a little closer. ?Then I, as the Green Man, would worship you in a manner befitting the Goddess, by making love to you.? Holy cow.

?That?s a pretty complex come-on, don?t you think? I mean, I like you but that doesn?t mean I?ll just up and sleep with you because you call me a goddess.?

?So, you won?t help me.? She shook her head. ?What if I could guarantee that you would experience something supernatural??

?For a shy guy, you are really sure of your abilities in bed.?

He looked distressed at that. ?No, I can prove it. Just watch.? He walked over to a foot-tall carving of a bear standing on its hind legs and roaring. He ran his hand over it and the bear turned its head toward her and roared. Holy cow again.

?How,? she breathed.

?Magic. I promise this is not a line. The fact that I wanted to sleep with you anyway is just incidental.? Again that smile with one dimple.

She narrowed her eyes. ?That could have been a trick. Do something else.?

?If I convince you, will you promise to do what I asked?? She considered it. Would it really be that bad to be treated like a goddess by the sexy Jesse? ?Sure.?

?Come on, then.? He took her hand and led her to the back porch. She had not realized that the storm had calmed. ?Watch right there. You will see lightning there?now.? Lightning flashed right where he said it would. He looked at her, very satisfied with himself.

?That could have been coincidence. Do something else.?

He grunted. ?You?re pretty demanding, you know that??

She batted her eyes and fluffed her hair. ?I don?t play a goddess for just anybody.? He shook his head, but she could tell he was amused. He pointed to the far corner of the porch.

?Watch that spot. This will take a moment.? She watched in silence until rain started to fall in just that one spot. It fell in a circle about one foot around without exceeding its boundary.


?Um, yeah.? He pulled her with him into a bathroom with a huge whirlpool tub and turned on the water. When he began undressing, she got shy again. ?So, how do you afford a place like this? Surely the hardware store doesn?t pay that much.?

?It does when you own it. I just work because I like to.? He poured something into the bathwater and checked the temperature of it. His clothes were on the floor. She could not quite bring herself to look at all of him, so she focused on his chest. His deep chest that connected to broad shoulders and strong arms. He reached for the hem of her shirt and she caught his hands. She was afraid to let him see her. Despite his earlier advances, she knew what she looked like. She was pretty, but nothing more with her long straight hair and ordinary brown eyes and well-padded body.

?I won?t make you do this, Celeste. Just tell me you don?t want to.? She could not look at him. She had given her word to do it if he proved himself, and he had.

She decided to be honest with him. She raised her eyes. ?I?m just not very comfortable with my body.?

He ran his knuckles down her cheek. ?I bet I can fix that. If you?ll let me.? Slowly, he began to raise her shirt. She would not look at his face, just in case he was disappointed. He bent down and took off her socks, unbuttoned her jeans, and peeled them down her legs. She felt his breaths coming warm and fast against her belly. Still kneeling, he unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms. He breathed deeply from right in front of her as he pulled her silky, blue panties off. ?I could look at you all day,? he said softly, so close to her skin. Surprised, she looked into his eyes. He seemed serious. For the second time, he picked her up and placed her in the tub. ?Relax for a minute. I?ll be right back.? The water was just the right temperature, and she sank back against the side of the tub.

Minutes later, he came back in and dropped honeysuckle blossoms into the water before joining her. He began bathing her and she found herself lulled by the scent of honeysuckle and the feel of his rough hands. He pulled her forward and turned her around. ?Lean back, I?m going to wash your hair,? he said softly. He massaged her scalp as he did so. When she sat up, she finally had the courage to look at all of him. His penis curved up, long and thick, toward her.

?Let me wash you,? she said in a husky voice.

?Oh no, tonight I serve the goddess.? He rose to dry himself and she forgot to breathe at the sight of his hard body covered in drops of water. He lifted her from the tub and smoothed the towel over her curves with a gentle but firm touch. He noticed her reaction when he grazed the backs of her knees. Then, he combed her hair. She had always loved that feeling. His eyes were soft and warm as he pulled her back into the living room to stand before the fire. A soft, fuzzy blanket lay on the floor, as well as some paints and a paintbrush. He dipped the brush into the green paint and dragged it just inside her hipbone. She shivered at the feel of it.

?Aren?t you supposed to use the edible kind,? she asked playfully.

He smiled up at her. ?You?ll like this better, believe me.? He had painted a bit of honeysuckle vine growing up her hip. Leaning forward, he breathed on it and it became real. A cool bit of greenery lying against her skin, she touched it lightly and smiled with wonderment. He grinned. ?See what I mean?? For the next half hour, he painted her with honeysuckle vines and breathed them to life. It was a sweet torture to stand naked in front of a fire, to feel the cool paint on the soft brush and the warm breath following its path. When he got to her back, he kissed her just above the tailbone and rubbed his cheek over the spot before resuming the process ?You are so soft. It?s difficult to finish because I keep wanting to stop and enjoy the feel of you.? She smiled at him over her shoulder. ?It?s a good thing I?m almost done. Oh, I should warn that I may look different after this.?

She didn?t know what to make of that, but when he finished he did, indeed, look different. His hair was a bit longer and shaggier, his eyes a little wild and he held himself differently, more like an animal than a man. And were those horns sticking out of his hair? She reached out and touched one. It was a horn! Well, if she had vines growing off of her, she supposed he could have horns. One other thing was different, his penis had gotten even bigger. He smiled wickedly at the expression on her face. ?And now, my goddess, I worship you.? He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, rubbing his face across her breasts. His whiskers abraded her smooth skin. He kissed and nipped and licked his way down her stomach to the curly hair between her legs. He breathed deep, as he had before. He slid both arms between her legs and picked her up under her butt, placing her thighs on his shoulders so that he could taste the tender flesh of her pussy. She sucked in a breath because of how good it felt and the strength it must have taken for him to hold her like that. ?Great Goddess, you even taste like honeysuckle,? he said against her.

While still circling the small peak of her clitoris with his tongue, he stood and walked to the staircase. She leaned back against the handrail. ?Hold on,? he said in a voice gone gravelly with lust. Supporting her hips and low back with his arms, he began to taste her in earnest. He thrust and swirled his tongue in and around with low groans, as if he could not help himself. She gasped and moaned at the glorious sensations in her clenching pussy. She felt the storm building again. They were calling it back with their passionate abandon. When she came with an orgasm that would not allow her to make a sound, the thunder made it for her, shaking the ground to match the quivering in her thighs.

His eyes held a savage satisfaction as he lowered her onto his waiting cock. She moaned at the feel of him entering her. She was wet down to the insides of her thighs and still having aftershocks in her inner muscles. When he was fully inside, she gripped him tight and he sucked in a breath. He thrust and ground up at her while kneading and sucking on her breasts. She sucked and bit his mouth and neck. Another orgasm. More lightning, more thunder. When she regained her breath, she ordered him to lie down. Turning her back to him, she slid herself down onto his penis and rocked back and forth, holding onto his legs. He dug his fingers into her hips and helped her rock faster. His breathing was harsh. Her stomach muscles jerked when he sat up and started circling her clit with his fingers as he kissed her shoulders until her eyes closed and her head flew back. More lightning, pelting rain, another orgasm.

Next, to the couch, he was still inside her, both of them on their knees. He put her right knee up on the couch and thrust hard and deep. She could not help but clench the hand in his hair. Then, he pulled back and entered her only shallowly eight times. She ran her fingers through his hair and over his horns, she wanted more. Another hard, deep, fast thrust, so poignant after the softer ones. He kept doing that. Thrusting shallowly, fewer each time, then one hard and deep on her g-spot. She was moaning constantly. When she started to buck back at him, he pulled them both to their feet and pushed her head down. She braced her hands on the floor and put her feet together, squeezing him in retaliation. He cried out and twitched inside her. The control he had worked so hard to keep throughout the night was slipping. He would be coming soon. She smiled at the knowledge and thunder rumbled.

He thrust wildly and without rhythm, squeezing her hips until, she knew, she would carry the prints of his fingers for a few days. The pain just gave a sharper edge to the pleasure, made it sweeter. The uncontrollable need she felt from him and the feel of him ejaculating into her, forced her into another orgasm. He yelled his release. Lightning and thunder shook the house, the lights flickered, the rain stopped. They sank down, unable to do more than breathe and clasp each other.

Celeste awoke late the next morning wrapped in warm man and blanket. She was sore and exhausted with paint all over her. Jesse was himself again, as well. The wooden Goddess pendant hung from a leather cord around her neck, and the rain fell soft and quiet. She smiled.


Leona Grey lives in the South, about ten miles away from The Middle of Nowhere. Her home is far enough away from civilization that she can let her dark side out to play when she so desires. She loves her family, reading, writing, dancing, and walking around her house naked when her child is not there. Erotic romances are her guilty pleasure and she wonders if she should be worried that writing them seems so natural. Tell her what you think. She loves to hear from readers. She can be contacted by email at? Or feel free to visit her website:?

Paranormal Thanksgiving Week: Jet Mykles

This is the second story I?ve written with these characters.The first can be seen at Fiction with Friction, called Obsession.


The mouthwatering scent of traditional Thanksgiving fare mingled with the moist, fruity scent from his shower as Ferris emerged from the bathroom. Hesitant, he stepped into Max?s bedroom, letting his eyes adjust to the darker room as he draped his towel over the back of a cushiony indigo settee. ?Sir, aren?t we going out??

?We are. Later.? His master set a small platter of turkey meat amidst the array of the food dishes that sat at one end of the long, sturdy table Max usually used for drafting or cutting fabric. The table had once been a fine, dark wood dining table and this afternoon its normal covering was gone so it could serve as one as well, although the setting was noticeably lopsided with all the food at one end and just a single, incomplete place setting at the other. ?But first, you and I must eat.? Max busied himself with lighting the candelabra set in the center. ?You know how those people are. The food there will be scarce if present at all.?

True. They were due to have Thanksgiving with a group of friends from work, most of whom were militantly image-conscious. Ferris had worried what might be served for dinner, sure that the normal fattening foods would be out. Leave it to Max to take care of him.

Ferris smiled, enjoying Max?s good mood. They had been dating just a little under a month, almost inseparable since Ferris had proclaimed himself on Halloween. It had taken a lot of nerve and some help from a friend, but Ferris considered the night he?d worn that sexy white rabbit costume and opened up to Max, who had been dressed as the Queen of Hearts, the best night of his life. Although, many of his nights with Max since had been the stuff of his fantasies as well. He?d discovered that the man with whom he?d been obsessed for three years had turned out to not only be sexy as hell and an astoundingly inventive lover, but he was also personable and surprisingly down-to-earth. Strange to find in a man who was a star designer of clothing and more. He looked so exotic with brown slanted eyes, slim, androgynous face and an abundant cascade of rich raven hair, but he had a wicked sense of humor and something about him just made you trust him. Well, made Ferris trust him, at any rate.

Ferris waited while Max finished what he was doing, completely comfortable with being naked. It?s how Max preferred him and Ferris couldn?t deny the thrill he got when those dark eyes watched him. The only ?clothing? Max insisted on was the fitted white collar Ferris now wore to show the world who he belonged to, which Ferris wore with pride. Truthfully, he preferred Max to be naked as well, but he didn?t mind the shimmery black silk drawstring pants that Max now wore. Besides, he wore nothing else, his slim, toned torso gleaming in the light from perhaps two dozen candles lit about the periphery of the room. His long hair was pulled into a loose tail that banded between his sharp shoulder blades and his face was bare of the cosmetics he would apply for going out into the public. The setting was intimate. Cherished. Ferris felt that he belonged.

Max finished lighting the candles and set down the Zippo. He poured a glass of red wine, sipped from it, then set it beside the plate-less place setting at the end of the table with the chair. Smiling, he held out a hand to Ferris. ?Come, bunny.?

Ferris went gladly, taking the extended hand and stepping into the warmth of his master?s personal space.

Max smiled down at him, gazing lovingly at his face. ?Hungry??

?Yes.? Ferris let his gaze tell Max that he was hungry for more than just food.

Chuckling softly, Max brushed his lips over Ferris?s brow, the tip of his nose, then his lips but that was all. He stepped toward the table and patted the plate-less setting. ?Up you go.?



Ferris?s cock had begun to fill when he stepped out of the bathroom to see Max?s preparations. It swelled even more as he started to get an inkling of what Max had in mind. Max helped hoist him up until his butt sat in the middle of the placemat. ?Good.? Max picked up a pair of heavy, gilded candlesticks and held them out to Ferris. ?Here.?

Curious but willing, Ferris took them.

?Now.? Max picked up his engraved Zippo and used it to light the red candles stuck in the holders. ?You will hold these and you will not let the flames go out. Understand??

Ferris eyed the thick tapers and tested the weight of the candlesticks. Each one of them had to be a good pound. ?Yes, sir.?

?Good, bunny.?


Max set the Zippo down. ?Yes??

He was pretty sure he already knew the answer to his question but it didn?t hurt to get confirmation. Max rarely discouraged questions. ?How will I eat??

Max smiled, reaching up to cup Ferris?s jaw to tilt his head back. ?I will feed you.?

Ferris whimpered as Max took his lips in a deliciously involved kiss. He clutched the candlesticks, thankful they were so thick and heavy that they wouldn?t bend in his grip. He drank in Max?s taste, a little frustrated that he couldn?t touch his master?s skin. But he knew Max would make it worth it. Not once had he left Ferris remotely unsatisfied. When Max drew his lips away, Ferris left his head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted, knowing that this look often encouraged Max into more kissing.

But this time a thumb swiped over his lower lip. ?I could eat you up.? He laughed softly as he stepped back. ?But, perhaps, we should try some of the excellent fare I?ve ordered.? He took a sip of wine, offered one to Ferris, then set the glass down and headed for the food at the other end of the table. ?You may set the candles down if you wish. Just don?t let go and don?t let the flames go out.?

Thankful, Ferris let the wide, solid bases clunk on the tabletop to either side of the placemat, wary of the flickering flames at the tips of the tapers. He glanced over his shoulder and watched Max fill a small plate with bites of food. He used his fingers rather than the utensils that sat among the platters. Ferris shivered in anticipation every time Max sucked his fingers clean.

?We won?t get anything like this tonight,? Max mused as he made his selections. ?I imagine there?ll be an overabundance of tofu and raw vegetables.? He rolled his eyes. ?Not that both don?t have their place, but this is Thanksgiving.?

Ferris smiled, relieved to hear it. Max was just as body conscious as any of his co-workers, but daily, rigorous morning workouts and a natural high metabolism kept him sleek and toned.

?Do you like dark meat, Ferris?? Max purred, returning to his place between Ferris?s knees.

Ferris focused on the long, elegant fingers that dunked a juicy bit of turkey into thick, dark gravy. ?It?s my favorite, sir.?

?Me too.? He lifted the bite to Ferris?s lips and slid it in when Ferris opened up. ?Although, there is something to be said for white meat.?

Ferris grinned, chewing as Max fed himself a bite of turkey, getting the dark versus white meat reference. He had decided that Max was at least partially East Indian, his skin tone well beyond olive and approaching mahogany brown. Ferris himself could not be more pure, Nordic white from the pale pink tips of his toes to the natural platinum blond of his hair. The two of them were a study in opposites, a fact that Ferris treasured. Max seemed to appreciate it as well.

Meat grease and gravy covered Max?s fingers as he fed Ferris another bite. This time, he let the tips of his fingers linger, allowing Ferris to lap at them. ?I happen to enjoy traditional Thanksgiving fare. My mother used to love cooking Thanksgiving dinner and it was the one time she allowed us to help.?

Ferris lit up. ?You helped cook??

Max chuckled, licking his fingers clean. ?I did.? He picked up the glass of wine that sat by Ferris?s hip. ?I was in charge of mashing potatoes and making pies.?

Delighted at this peek into Max?s past, Ferris sipped the wine he was offered. ?How old were you??

Bemused, Max set down the glass after Ferris declined a sip and scooped up fluffy, garlic-scented mashed potatoes onto three fingers. ?Oh, that was from about the time I was six until I was twelve.? He offered the fingers and potatoes to Ferris and watched as it disappeared into his mouth. ?Do you like??

Ferris let his eyes roll and hummed. ?Very much. Did you make this??

?Oh no.? It looked like real regret in those dark eyes. ?You know very well I don?t have time to cook.?

?I could cook for you.?

Max considered him as he had some potatoes himself. ?Could you now??

They continued eating, talking of favorite Thanksgivings gone by. Ferris brimmed with joy at being allowed to see this personal side of his lover. In the few weeks they?d been dating, most of their relationship had consisted of seduction, sex and pillow talk. Max was usually too busy for much else. Ferris understood but it made this leisure time all the more special.

He almost forgot he was naked. Until Max dropped a greasy tidbit of meat into his lap. They both looked down at it, a small scrap of brown that left an oil and gravy trail over the pale skin of Ferris?s belly and landed on his thigh, right by his cock.

Max grinned as he put aside his small plate of food. ?Oops.? He planted a hand in the center of Ferris?s chest and nudged him back.

Swallowing, Ferris leaned back until his was propped on his elbows, fists tight around the candlesticks he faithfully held.? Now he knew why Max had left this half of the table devoid of food. Meantime, Max placed his hands on Ferris?s thighs and leaned in to pick up the turkey with his teeth. Ferris could no more help the whimper that bled from his throat than he could the jump of his cock at the nearness of its master.

?Mmmm.? Max licked up the gravy trail beside Ferris?s navel. ?It tastes better this way.?

With a wicked smile, he rounded the table to procure another handful of turkey. He set most of the warm meat on Ferris?s belly. After feeding Ferris a tidbit, he trailed another bite toward Ferris?s groin, very careful to avoid the filling red cock. Ferris tried to watch, tried not to squirm, tried to be a good plate as Max alternately nipped up pieces of turkey and lapped at his skin. He obediently opened his mouth when Max offered him a bite but he didn?t really taste anything, far too focused on the attention Max lavished on him. Mashed potatoes came next, piled at the apex of his groin so Max had to nuzzle in to get his freshly trimmed pubic hair clean. Grease, gravy and butter got all over Max?s cheeks and chin but he didn?t seem to mind. Ferris would never look at a green bean the same way again after the way Max used them to trace patterns on his belly, thigh and even his balls.

?Are you full yet, bunny?? Max asked, voice muffled as he lapped the stalk of Ferris?s cock. He?d yet to touch the tip in anyway but his wayward attentions had brought Ferris full to bursting.

?Y-yes, sir.?

Max suckled one of his testicles. ?Don?t you have room for dessert??

Ferris?s eyes went wide. ?I don?t know.?

?Mmm, we?ll see about that.?

Ferris groaned, willingly bending his knee at Max?s prompting so his heel rested on the edge of the table. It opened his crotch more, allowing Max better access to that sensitive space behind his balls and the greedy little pucker beneath. Max lapped and suckled him, driving him crazy. Ferris cried out, giving his master his voice, knowing that Max needed to hear his enjoyment. He only barely remembered to keep a death grip on the candlesticks.

?Don?t move,? Max advised, standing.

Ferris watched him round the table, glad to see that the black silk pants were tented. At least he wasn?t the only one on edge.

Max returned with a pumpkin pie.



Max chuckled, picked up the dinner knife and set the pie tin on Ferris?s belly. Ferris hissed at the jolt of cool metel but it? warmed almost instantly. He watched Max slice the pie completely, then set the knife aside. He picked up a slice and the canister of whipped cream Ferris hadn?t seen him place.

Cream fizzed out onto creamy orange brown goodness. ?Do you like pumpkin pie, bunny??


?You?re not just saying that to make me happy??

?No, sir.?

?Good boy.? Max brought the pie to Ferris?s lips, leaving him no choice but to take a bite.

Spicy sweet exploded on his tongue. He groaned, chewing as Max took a bite himself.

?Oh yes, that?s delicious.? He shared the slice with Ferris, bite after bite, until that first piece was gone. He waited until Ferris swallowed before picking up the second slice. ?You?ll have to forgive me. I?m going to have to eat this one by myself.?

Eyes wide, mouth open in shock, Ferris watched Max upend the slice and smear it over his cock. The pie itself was just a little colder than room temperature but it might as well have been ice for the jolt it sent through Ferris. Creamy custard coated his shaft and a patch of his belly as well. Some even melded onto his balls. Max took a moment to admire the mess, then he added a healthy dose of whipped cream up the line of Ferris?s cock.

?Mmmm.? He set aside the whipped cream. ?I don?t believe I?ve ever seen pie look more scrumptious.? Calmly, he reached behind him to pull the chair up to the table. ?I?ll bet it tastes even better.?

?Oh God!?

Ferris?s leg fell to the side, his heel still on the edge of the table, as Max dove in. He took his time lapping at every bit of the mess he?d made. Finally, the tip of Ferris?s cock found its way into the heat of Max?s mouth, mixed in amongst fluffy pie and melting cream. Ferris held on, held back. The solid bases of the candlesticks rattled in his shaky grip. He never wanted this to end but knew that he wouldn?t last much longer. Especially not when Max?s slick fingers toyed with his anus then boldly slid home.

Ferris?s head fell back. ?Ungh! Max? I?m? can I???

Max had one hand wrapped around the base of Ferris?s cock while the fingers of the other toyed with that spot inside his body that was guaranteed to melt his brain. ?Come for me, bunny.?

Ferris was nothing if not obedient. No sooner had Max?s lips closed around his tip than his body convulsed, his balls drew up and hot cum rushed out of him. Max kept his lips open, catching most of it but allowing a good amount to dribble back down Ferris?s shaft to mingle with the other stickiness that coated the younger man?s skin. Then, just to extend Ferris?s exquisite torture, he slowly lapped at cock, belly and groin until he?d cleaned most of the mess. By then, Ferris?s back was flush on the table, candlesticks held in a loose grip as he stared dazedly at the ceiling.

?Mmmm. A most excellent dessert,? Max declared, standing.

Ferris glanced down and his attention snared on Max?s hands as they drew the tie of his drawstring pants. Max?s cock emerged, full and flush, and like Pavlov?s dog, Ferris salivated.

Max let the pants fall and reached for the bottle of wine. ?Well, done, bunny. You even managed to keep hold of the candlesticks.? Unconcerned with his hard on, he poured the rest of the liquid into the glass and drank. ?You may let them go now, bunny.? Max held the half empty glass over Ferris?s chest. ?Have a drink.?

Slowly, still dazed from his orgasm, Ferris pried his fingers from the candlesticks and sat up. Rather than reach for the glass, he braced on his arms and parted his lips. Max?s dark smile was worth the submission. He placed the rim of the glass at Ferris?s lips and tilted the liquid into his mouth.

?You are perfection, my sweet,? he murmured as Ferris drank. ?What did I do to deserve you??

Ferris licked his lips as Max drew the glass away. His attention immediately fell to Max?s upthrust cock. ?I don?t? I?m not??

Max?s hands came up to cup his head, tilting his face up. ?Shhh.? Lips pressed to lips, parted to allow tongues to play. ?And now,? Max murmured over Ferris?s lips, ?for the digestif.?

Ferris asked before he could think to stop. ?A what??

?You?ve heard of an ap?ritif? A drink before dinner?? Max took a step back, holding out his hand and nodding to indicate Ferris should hop down.

Ferris obeyed. ?Yes.?

Max sat on the wide, solid chair, still holding Ferris?s hand. ?A digestif is a drink after dinner. Or –? he tugged Ferris?s hand and guided him to kneel on the chair, straddling his lap, ?– in this case, an after dinner treat.?

Ferris was all for that. He willingly adjusted under Max?s guidance until he was exactly where Max wanted him. The same place he wanted to be: with Max?s cock bumping hard and promising against the crack of his ass. He clutched the sturdy back of the chair as Max used one of his hands to spread Ferris?s cheeks while the other pressed his cock to Ferris?s entrance.

Max kissed at his neck as his fingers tested Ferris?s hole. ?Let me in, bunny?? Max murmured right above Ferris?s white collar.

?Always,? Ferris sighed, amazing Max even felt the need to ask.

His entrance stretched and squeezed, taking Max in one slow glide. Once Max?s cock was fully seated, Max?s hands began to roam, stroking Ferris?s back and buttocks. Ferris knew that sign. He was to take over. Clutching the back of the chair, he made good use of his thigh muscles to pull himself up and mostly off Max?s cock before sliding back down. Soon enough, he got used to the position and found a groove, fucking himself on Max?s cock, with Max?s murmured encouragement. His own cock was spent but tried to rally as he worked Max toward orgasm. He adored the way Max groaned, how he grew louder, how his caresses grew rough and his nails scraped the skin of Ferris?s back. Ferris whimpered, striving to move faster, wanting Max to tumble over that brink into ecstasy and know that he took him there.

When Max stopped him he obeyed but cried out in dismay. Not wanting to lose that heated warmth inside him.

?Shhh, bunny, stand up.?

No sooner was he on his feet than Max spun him around, bending him over the edge of the table. They both cried out as Max shoved back in, nailing Ferris?s g-spot with a force to send tingles racing through his limbs. The table was a little too tall for Ferris. His toes barely touched the carpet as Max pinned him to the table and began to truly fuck him. Crying in gorgeous agony, Ferris clutched the sides of the table and begged his master for more. Max draped his heated body over Ferris?s back, tangling fingers in his hair to pull his head aside. Ferris adored the clamp of lips and teeth to his neck, wishing Max were a vampire so he could drink Ferris dry. Ferris was quite sure he could die happily on the spot.

The table shook, platters bouncing as Max pounded into him. The wine glass tipped, rolled and toppled to the floor. One of Ferris?s candlesticks fell over into the remains of the turkey platter. Neither man could have cared less.

?God. Ferris.? Ferris knew that sound, knew Max was close.

?Yours. Always. Max.?

The words might have done it. Or it might have been coincidence. Regardless, Max grunted, keened softly, then tensed as he came deep inside Ferris?s body.

Ferris slumped on the table, spent, wrecked and ecstatic. Max braced on elbows above him, breathing heavily, the weight of his tail of hair draping his arm, Ferris?s arm and the table. He kissed the back of Ferris?s neck, shoulder, ear.

?Are you all right, bunny??


?Mmm. You need another shower. And so do I.?

?Yes, sir.?

Max twined his fingers with Ferris?s. ?Up.?

It took a little time, but soon Ferris was standing on wobbly legs, arms wrapped around Max?s slim waist.

Max stroked white hair back from his face. ?I?m thankful for you this year, bunny. You are the light of my life.?

A grin split Ferris?s face. ?I?m very thankful for you too, sir.? Before he could add an ?I love you? Max?s mouth closed on his. Max was not yet comfortable with the words. He thought it too soon. But Ferris knew. This thing between them could be nothing other than love.


As far back as junior high, Jet used to write sex stories for friends involving their favorite pop icons of the time. To this day, she hasn?t stopped writing sex, although her knowledge on the subject has vastly improved.

An ardent fan of fantasy and science fiction sagas, Jet prefers to live in a world of imagination where dragons are real, elves are commonplace, vampires are just people with special diets and lycanthropes live next door. In her own mind, she?s the spunky heroine who gets the best of everyone and always attracts the lean, muscular lads. She aids this fantasy with visuals created through her other obsession: 3D graphic art. In this area, as in writing, Jet?s self-taught and thoroughly entranced, and now regularly uses this art to illustrate her stories or her stories to expand upon her art. Only recently, through the wonders of the digital age, has Jet, a self-proclaimed hermit, been able to really share this work with others.

In real life, Jet lives in southern California with her boyfriend of over a decade, his daughter and father and too many cats. She has a bachelor?s degree in acting, but her loathing of auditions has kept her out of the limelight. So she turned to computers and currently works in product management for a software company, because even in real life, she can?t help but want to create something out of nothing.