The Midnight Raiders MC Series by Claire Marta and Nia Farrell debuts 12 April 2022 in the Twisted Steel: Third Edition. The anthology is up for pre-order, specially priced at 99¢. We hit the USA TODAY list with the second edition and hope the next one will be even more successful.
The book Claire and I are writing for it is MM, but we expect the second book in the series to be MMF. This new series is a unique take on a popular genre. We hope readers will enjoy it as much as we love writing it.
The series is set in Edwardsville, Illinois, home of a Route 66 festival where our Book 1 main characters meet. To research, I made a trip to this year’s festival, took lots of pictures, and wrote from first-hand observation. The century-old Sears and Roebuck house, local businesses, and clubhouse in the series are pure invention but fun to write. We can’t wait to show them to you!
Jesse James has dedicated her life to helping shifter women who’ve been trafficked and abused. She never imagined becoming one of them. Kidnapped and drugged, the clouded leopard shifter finds herself spirited away to a mountain ranch that deals in more than horses. With little hope of escape, she fears she’s destined for the sex slave trade.
When news reaches the Hell’s Fury MC’s Las Vegas Chapter about a missing woman, Chaos and Wraith volunteer to help search. But things take an unexpected turn, and they end up as prisoners, too. Trapped in a nightmare, they not only discover their fated mate but find themselves auctioned off to the highest bidder with her.
Expecting to fight their way out, the three quickly learn that the ranch has a darker, even more insidious side. Thrown together, Jesse, Chaos, and Wraith must work as a team if they hope to get out alive.
The race is on, and the clock is ticking. Will they be able to claim the woman who’s meant for them, or will they die trying?
This steamy paranormal interracial MFM ménage contains adult situations and possible triggers. Written for Ages 18+.
When Blue is ripped out of the only world she’s ever known by the Hell’s Fury MC, she’s anything but grateful. For years, she and her twin Romulus have been forced to fight underground matches for the Death’s Head MC. Suspicious of the men who rescued her from their abusive handlers, the she-wolf shifter thinks the bikers are after something. Especially the tall, dark, handsome one with heat-filled eyes who can’t seem to leave her alone.
Maverick has observed the beautiful warrior every fight he’s seen her in. After rescuing her from captivity, he discovers a woman filled with distrust and hidden pain. When an intimate encounter triggered by her wolf side forges an unexpected bond between them, he recognizes too late that Blue is his fated mate.
The trouble is, Blue wants nothing to do with him. Hoping to win her over, Maverick intends to rescue Romulus after his next fight. He doesn’t know that Blue intends to free her twin brother sooner. With trouble brewing, it will take more than a prayer to come out alive.
Hell’s Fury MC: Blue is an enemies-to-lovers MC romance with adult situations and potential triggers, written for Ages 18+.
Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two features members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. This book can be read as a standalone, but your reading pleasure will be enhanced if you’ve read the first two books of Season Two, Dangerous Curves and Rory.
Excerpt 1 (PG):
The doctor turned his back while she got dressed. With nothing else to wear, Blue slipped into the sweat pants Maverick had loaned her and his shirt.
Not wanting to appear feeble, she walked to the door on trembling legs only to fall when Doc opened it for her. Bracing herself to hit the floor, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her instead.
He’d moved so fast, she’d barely seen it. Protesting when he scooped her up into his arms, she wasn’t surprised when he ignored her growls.
“What’s going on?” Maverick demanded to know.
“Blue wants to return to the basement,” the doctor informed him. “And I think it’s for the best.”
The biker’s brow furrowed. “But…”
“Basement,” she snarled, refusing to stay in his room any longer.
Pressing his lips together in annoyance, he didn’t say another word as he carried her along the corridor.
Blue was finding it hard to breathe. Maverick smelled so different than the males she was used to. No booze or tobacco smoke clinging to his skin. He didn’t reek of sweat or sex. He was all cedar and sage and clean, manly musk. She’d gotten a double whammy of it earlier when he draped his Dread Monkeys hooded jacket over her shoulders to keep her from cooling down too fast. And a triple whammy when he’d swept her up in his arms just now to carry her back to her cell.
With her nose buried in his neck and her inner wolf panting, it was all she could do not to lick him and see if he tasted as good as he smelled.
Excerpt 2 (NSFW)
Blue whimpered in her sleep, struggling under the blanket, her face creased with a look of distress. Talking about the way she’d been pimped out might have made memories surface that she needed to process and release. Not that it was ever comfortable, but the spell he could weave with his voice might let it happen quickly and easily instead of being a long and painful ordeal.
He began humming to the music, coming to stand beside the bed, adding more of his true voice until he saw Blue respond to it. She settled down, went still, and then the unexpected happened. Her inner wolf emerged, her animal instincts taking over. Reaching for him, she grabbed his dick through his jeans and started rubbing it like Aladdin’s lamp.
Maverick groaned and captured her wrist, but his action earned him a snarl. Before he could blink, Blue had him tugged down onto the mattress with her on top of him. Her skin was slick with sweat and her muscles trembled with withdrawal. Straddling his hips and pinning him to the mattress, she pressed her nose into the crook of his neck and breathed deeply, inhaling his scent.
Freezing, he let her sniff him, feeling the bite of her claws at his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. “It’s okay,” he crooned softly, hoping to appeal to her inner beast. “You’re safe.”
Maverick shuddered when he felt the swipe of her tongue against his skin. Nuzzling his cheek, she flexed her fingers, her claws shredding his shirt. It was only his split-second decision to do a partial shift that saved him from getting slashed. Ripping the material, she bared his muscled chest to her searching hands.
“Blue…” His voice was a husky warning when she reached for his belt.
The eyes that stared down at him were predatory and fierce. She wasn’t in control. Whatever change his voice had triggered, her wolf was in the driving seat and horny as hell.
Trailing her tongue down his abs, she made short work of his belt, yanking down his jeans and underwear.
He had to stop this. Blue wasn’t in control. The thought evaporated when her fingers curled around his cock and her mouth swallowed the end.
Holy Mother-Father. He’d had his fair share of blowjobs in his long life, but nothing like this. The feel of her sucking on his dick was overloading his senses.
Maybe it was because her wolf was in charge. Whatever the reason, Maverick found himself unable to stop her. Licking, teasing, bobbing her head up and down, she kept him on edge until he was ready to explode.
When she suddenly stopped, he cried out in disbelief.
Scooting off him, Blue tore off her clothes and crawled across the bed on all fours, turning to lift her ass in the air.
Maverick stared at the perfect rounded globes. Her wolf wanted to be mounted. Unable to resist the instincts surging through his body, he rose onto his knees. Shoving a hand between her legs, he stroked the wetness there, making her writhe and whimper before him.
“Fuck, we shouldn’t,” he rumbled, trying to cling to some thread of common sense.
She didn’t know what she was doing. Wasn’t in control of herself—and he was supposed to be looking after her. When he went to take his hand away, Blue snarled in impatience. Grinding backward, she pressed her ass into his groin. The touch was electric, sending a current along his spine, straight through his brain, unleashing a primitive need to claim.
One hand on her hip, Maverick thrust forward, taking her in one hard lunge. A howl of pleasure left her lips, and it was all he could do to contain his own.
Pumping into her slowly, he set a building rhythm that she responded to beautifully. Fisting her hair, he rode her, every sound of pleasure she made urging him on. He didn’t understand why her wolf was submitting to him, but he wasn’t going to question it. Not while he was balls-deep inside her.
A single mother is confronted by the lover she was forced to leave behind.
Rory has made a new life for herself since escaping the Death’s Head MC sex slave ring. Her company is global, her baby boy is a blessing, and her best friend is her housemate. Haunted by memories of a traumatic past, she’s shocked when she comes face to face with the biker who saved her, the man she was forced to leave behind. Desperate to protect herself and the secrets she’s kept hidden, she pushes Quake away.
For over a year, Quake hasn’t been able to forget the beautiful redheaded shifter who slipped through his fingers. But the passion they’d shared has turned into nothing but cold, hard embers. While visiting New York, the Hell’s Fury MC enforcer stumbles across her picture on the internet and manages to track her down. The reunion isn’t anything like he’s dreamed. Rory is different, distant, and living a new life.
When her baby is kidnapped, Rory learns her past isn’t as buried as she’d hoped. Suddenly, the Death’s Head MC threatens all that she holds dear. Catapulted into a world she’d once escaped, Rory must fight to save herself and her child.
Feeling responsible for not killing the Death’s Head MC President, Khan, as he’d promised, Quake offers the Hell’s Fury MC to help find Rory’s son. Forced to put aside their differences and work together, he quickly learns that the chemistry between them is still there. When events take a twisted turn and fate reveals its hand, Quake realizes that there’s more at stake than either of them could have imagined.
Rory is a second-chance, secret-baby erotic MC romance with adult situations and potential triggers, written for Ages 18+.
Guarded Hearts Season One features The Order of the Phoenix. Season Two features members of The Order of the Dragon, Hell’s Fury MC, who appear as secondary characters in Season One. Quake and Rory’s story begins in Hell’s Fury MC: Dangerous Curves (Guarded Hearts Book 7.5/Season Two Prequel), part of the Twisted Steel 2 MC Anthology out 13 April 2021. Rory can be enjoyed as a standalone, but your experience will be enhanced by reading their back story first.
“I’ve got to tell you, it’s kind of freaking me out. I just left work, and Quake was there. He found me. I don’t know how, but he knows about me. My business…”
“But not what matters most,” Sydney reminded her firmly. “Just get your ass home. We’ll figure something out. As soon as we get off, I’m going to call Guy Marsden. I’d have him intercept you, but you’ll be home before he can escort you back. I’ll let him know he’s on the clock starting now.”
Guy Marsden owned a personal security business. They used his services when they made a public appearance at fashion or trade shows, premieres, or other events. Usually, Guy himself accompanied them. From the furtive looks and admiring glances he slid Sydney’s way, she guessed that his interest was personal, not just professional. To his credit, he kept things strictly business while he was on duty. The trouble was, she didn’t know how long they’d need his services.
Quake was the club Enforcer for the Hell’s Fury MC outside Las Vegas, Nevada. He was probably in town for another fight, the same as last year.
She’d sent him a Dear John text the morning he’d flown back.
He was still angry after a year. Knowing him, he wouldn’t let it go. Not until he had answers that satisfied him. Rory wasn’t ready to explain anything to him. It was one of the reasons she’d left Nevada and never returned. Seeing him again brought the past flooding back—the good and the bad.
By the time she reached the house, she was on the verge of a panic attack. The security guard waved her through the gate as usual when he recognized her. Pulling up in front of the house, she switched off the engine and loosened her grip on the steering wheel. The November air hit her when she opened the door, and suddenly, she was back in the pit in the desert, cold, alone, and hurting. Rory could hear the jackals taunting her, their hands pawing at her body—
“Rory? It’s okay. Just breathe, sweetie. I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”
Cracking her eyes open, she realized Sydney was standing beside her, wearing a worried expression. Baby Quinn was in her arms, bundled in a blanket as she rocked him gently.
“Sorry,” Rory croaked, licking her dry lips. “I… was having…”
“A flashback,” her best friend sighed. “You haven’t had one of those in six months. Did you shift?”
“No, thank the goddess,” she quickly assured her, shuddering at the thought of her uncontrolled transformations after she was abducted. “Quake…, seeing him brought everything back… Shit, you’re cold. Let’s get inside.”
Exiting the car, she walked with Sydney into the house. Instead of going into the living room where Quinn had all his baby stuff, she headed for the basement.
They’d installed a specially designed cell in case her little problem ever returned. A shifter who was unstable was not safe to be around. Rory had attacked and killed when she was ambushed by the Death’s Head MC. Her maned wolf form had emerged and slaughtered the jackal shifters, but she had no recollection of it. What followed had been a terrifying time for her. Unable to control what had always been natural, she’d agreed to go into rehab until her psychiatrist could figure out what was going on.
Dr. Steele had helped her get back in command of her body. The thought of losing herself again was even more frightening than having to face Quake.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she stood for long, painful moments, battling her fears, bolstering her courage. The doorbell sounded, and she raced upstairs, praying it wasn’t the Hell’s Fury Enforcer.
Sydney answered, holding three-month-old Quinn on her hip and standing back to let Guy Marsden in.
“Ladies,” he greeted them, the telltale bulge of his shoulder holster evident beneath his jacket. Guy reached out and tickled Quinn’s cheek, earning a toothless grin. “Hey! How’s my boy?” he cooed. “Christ, he’s getting big! What have you been feeding him?”
Rory couldn’t answer, not once she’d looked past Guy’s shoulder and spied Quake’s face across the street.
Sydney saw him, too, and ran interference. “Don’t just stand there, handsome. Come on in, and you and this little man can play to your heart’s content,” she gushed, knowing Quake was listening. Hell, with those gargoyle ears, he might even hear them once they closed the door.
Rory’s day just went from bad to worse. Quake knew where they lived. There was no more hiding from him now.
Excerpt 2 (NSFW)
Rory followed Quake upstairs and showed him where Quinn’s little swim trunks were. Diaper bag packed, he started downstairs, headed for the coat closet and the blacked-out SUV they’d given him to drive.
As soon as she heard the front door close, she closed the door to her bedroom, flipped on the soundtrack from Fifty Shades of Grey, stripped off her clothes,and pulled her newest toy from its box, marveling at how close she’d come to replicating Quake’s perfection. As wet as she was, she could probably have done without lube but she used it anyway, greasing up the sex toy and wiping the excess between her legs. Lying back on her bed, she spread her legs, parted her folds, found her opening, and began working it inside her, stretching her tissue, reminding herself that she’d handled him, and remembering how deliciously they’d fit. In, out, harder, deeper. Memories surfaced of the hot tub and her upstairs suite. The air mattress in a veterinarian’s basement. Quake’s bed in his cadre’s clubhouse.
She’d begged him to take her, urging him on.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Quake,” she whispered, driving in deep and twisting her nipple to send herself hurtling over the edge.
She was still panting when she heard it—a sound in the hall.
“Shh,” a male voice exhorted. “Not now, little man.”
Quinn’s answering laugh made her breath seize in her chest. Quake was here. Quake had heard her. And there was nothing she could say to explain it away.
And that’s when she felt it again, another orgasm building with the dildo shoved in her pussy and her fingers pinching her tit. Quake hummed loud enough he knew she’d hear him. Know that he was the one giving her a second orgasm. Not the dildo. Not her memories. That gargoyle voice of his. As it hit her in a crashing wave, Rory arched her back against the mattress with a little cry.
“Oh, man, Quinn. Again? Wasn’t one poopy diaper enough?”
Rory’s eyes snapped open and she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Movement in her equaled orgasms. Her son’s reaction to Quake’s voice registered in his bowels. It was ludicrous. Ridiculous. Too damn funny.
Highland athlete Ross Carmichael is a mountain of a man and more than most women can handle. American Nora Taylor isn’t put off by his size, and she loves that he wears a kilt.
Now if she can just see what’s underneath it…
Lassie, Come Home is a 5,000-word erotic romantic comedy short story first appearing in A Curvy Christmas Anthology. Written for Ages 18+.
Beta Reader Dawn Martin-Smith: I find it incredible that you have such a way with words, that under a different nom de plume the stories are so different. Nia, I love Ree L Diehl’s stories. They are short, sweet and fucking hot!
He’d given thought to what he had to offer a woman, let alone one as beautiful as she was. His size intimidated most that he met. Under a bit of paunch, he had enough muscle to tip the scale at three hundred twenty-five pounds and rank in the top ten of any Highland games that he competed in.
He was a mountain of a man. Lucky for him, she was an avid climber.
After connecting online, he’d managed to talk her into visiting Scotland. Now that she was here, he hoped that he could get her to stay.
Given her interests, he could tempt her with Harry Potter places, dangle castles and historic sites, and offer to guide her on a number of walking tours. Today’s weather would have been perfect for it. With temperatures hovering at fifty degrees Fahrenheit, the average tourist required no more than a light jacket or shawl. Aussies wore winter coats, and braw souls from Northern climes sported bare legs and arms.
Ross gripped himself under the table and imagined pinning her to the wall of the lavvie and banging her senseless.
Musician George Elliott is in rehab, recovering from the car accident that nearly killed him. So far he’s beaten the odds, learning to walk and talk again (even if it’s with a stutter). He’s on the autism spectrum and struggles with PTSD whenever there’s a change—and everything is new to his injured, amnesiac brain.
He doesn’t know where his home is. He can’t remember what it’s like to be with a woman, but he very much wants to when he starts sessions with music therapist Carole West.
Plus-sized George finds himself falling hard and fast for a beautiful woman he doesn’t think he can have. But it’s Christmas season. In this short story inspired by the classic holiday film It’s a Wonderful Life, miracles do happen.
Originally part of A Curvy Holiday charity anthology, By George is a heart-warming BBM romance with a heat level of four, written for Ages 18+.
Beta reader Dawn Martin-Smith “God Nia, I don’t know how you do it. The story of George is absolutely fantastic. I had tears in my eyes pretty much from the get go. Your talent is incredible.”
George felt his breath seize and fought the anxiety that made his chest tighten and his heart race. He’d never had panic attacks before the accident (or so he’d been told). Any change carried the threat of one—which sucked—because everything was new to his injured, amnesiac brain.
Tina rapped on the door.
The voice that answered was as rich as dark chocolate and as sultry as a summer night. Tina opened the door, revealing a wall of musical instruments on the left. To the right, an electric keyboard sat by a set of shelves lined with drums and percussion. On the far side of the room sat the source of the voice, a beautiful blonde with a soft smile and compassionate eyes as blue as the azure sky.
“Hi, George,” she said, rising from her office chair and rounding her desk to greet him. “Do you know who I am?”
Anxiety clawed at his chest, tearing ragged holes in his breath.
“That’s okay, George,” she quickly assured him. “My name is Carole. Carole West. Can you say it?”
“Cuh-Cuh-Ca-rrrole W-Wuh-Wuh-WWWest,” he managed, cursing his stutter that the accident hadn’t taken with his memory, damn it all.
She beamed at him like a teacher with a prize pupil. “Very good, George! Now, come on in. Have a seat. I have some things I want to show you, and then we’re going to try some fun things that I think you’ll enjoy.”
Carole looked at Tina. “Thanks for showing him down. I’ll buzz you when we’re through.”
The door closed, shutting the two of them in together. George lowered himself into an empty armchair. Carole sat on the piano bench and looked at him sitting white-knuckled with nerves.
“Are you okay, George?” she asked, all solicitousness. “I know this is a break from your routine.”
Evidently, he was on the autism spectrum, too.
He hated that she knew it. He couldn’t hide his stutter but he’d become something of an actor, able to convince people that he was just like them.
“I’m f-f-fine,” he grunted, sounding sulky, regretting that he had too much going against him to interest anyone as lovely as her.
“Oh, George,” she sighed, blinking away the moisture that sprang into her eyes. “You’re here. You’re strong—stronger than you know. I want to show you something and hopefully give you some new goals to achieve.”
Rising, she picked up a remote control from her desk, aimed it at the DVD player, and pressed a button. A concert lit up the screen, starting with a shot of the guitarist’s hands, his fingers dancing over the strings, his soulful voice serenading the fans who’d come to see him perform.
The camera angle shifted, showing the audience. Carole was sitting in the front row with Tina.
“See anyone you know, George?” she asked, freezing the frame and trying to not grin.
“Th-th-that’s y-you,” he stuttered. “A-a-and T-Tina.”
“Correct!” She hit the play button. The camera panned left until it pointed back at the stage, passing over band members and background vocalists before focusing on the lead singer.
George clutched the arms of his chair and stared.
“I’ve been a fan of yours for years, George,” she said softly. “You don’t stutter when you sing because there’s music in your soul. I hope to help you find it again.”
A psychic, an ex-priest, and two shifters walk into a bar… But it’s no laughing matter. All hell’s about to break loose.
Gael Fournier is harboring a secret—one that threatens to jeopardize his brothers at the Citadel and their fated mates. Broken, scarred, he refuses to open up to anyone, especially his partner Elijah.
Unwanted, Elijah Marley fights to break through to Gael anyway. Watching him from afar, nothing he does seems to pierce the wall around the Frenchman’s heart.
One chance meeting brings them face to face with their fated mate, Sam Henderson, a psychic medium who talks to the dead. Gael’s hostile reaction drives Elijah into the arms of another whose destiny is linked to theirs.
Angry, alone, Gael unknowingly walks into the clutches of the monster who’s been stalking him the whole time. After Elijah is unwittingly thrown into danger, too, it’s up to Sam and Father James Carver to race to the rescue of both men.
Not an easy task when their enemy is a vampire hell-bent on claiming and keeping what’s his….
Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles need to be read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1).
This story has potential triggers, including forced compliance. MMFM ménage erotic romance with MF, MM, and MMF scenes, written for Ages 18+.
“Sammy, get that one to bend over for me, would you, hon, so I can check out those tight buns of his in those jeans?” she murmured.
Sam bit her lip and swallowed down her reply. She’d had plenty of weird looks when people thought she was talking to herself. No one could see Grandma. They only heard her one-sided conversation which made things awkward.
“Oh, yeah, come to Grandma,” the old woman crooned, circling around behind the men and eyeing their tushes.
Please don’t get handsy, Grandma, she mentally warned and hoped she was listening in. Bum pinching was Ellie Mae Henderson’s afterlife obsession. Okay. Sam would admit they were both drop-dead gorgeous. The blond had a broody, bad boy vibe going and the other one’s smile was bright and friendly. His eyes twinkled and there was something about him that made her warm all over. She really needed to get laid. It had been months since her last hook up. Not since North Carolina. Her grandmother’s inability to keep her hands to herself had ended every relationship she’d ever been in. Her longest had lasted a month until he’d gotten spooked. Once Grandma got grabby, it was goodbye, boyfriend.
“Come on, girl! Don’t just stand there with your mouth hanging open. Charm these fine young men. Winner, winner, chicken dinner. Play your cards right and you’ll have some dark and white meat in your bed tonight. If it makes you feel any better, I promise I won’t watch.”
Talk about killing the mood. Sam shook herself and focused on the men who’d come with Prince.
“I’m Sam,” she repeated. “And you are…?”
“Elijah Marley.” The handsome black man with the blinding smile had a Jamaican accent. He had his hands full holding the Irish wolfhound, who was straining to check out Gus.
She looked expectantly at the broody one, a tragic blond with a dark shroud clinging to his shoulders.
“Gael Fournier,” he clipped in a French accent, as unhappy to be here as Elijah was delighted.
She intuited that they were partners but they sure didn’t act like it. If they were in a committed relationship, it was on the rocks. She sensed a separation looming with a chance of a reunion. The future had yet to be determined. It would have to be both their choices to make things work. Otherwise they were doomed to fail.
Which was too bad. They really were a beautiful couple.
Sighing, she wished them well. Just her luck to attract two gay men. She seemed to have a knack for it.
“And this is Prince,” she hummed, dropping to her knees. Putting her hand beneath his muzzle, she looked him squarely in the eye. “They tell me that you’ve been chasing a cat. Want to tell me what that’s all about, hmm?”
In her mind’s eye, Sam saw a blanket that used to be the dog’s. Somehow the cat had gotten hold of it and hidden it.
“You need to help them find it,” Grandma told her. “Go on! Tell them what you saw! If anyone can handle your truth, it’s these boys. Trust me.”
Sam lifted her chin and met their gazes, shifting hers back and forth between the two of them.
“The cat—Gibbs?” she asked Prince, double-checking what she thought he said. “Prince says that Gibbs stole his blanket. He’s only been trying to get it back. The cat’s hiding it somewhere on the property. If you like, Gus and I can do a search-and-rescue…, help find it and restore peace in the household. I’m afraid Prince isn’t going to stop until he gets it back. He barely tolerated the cat before this. He seriously dislikes him now. Sneaky thief, he says. And my precious. Dear Lord. He says he likes Lord of the Rings on movie night. This is one seriously fine animal you have.”
Gael remained stonily silent, eyeing her with suspicion. He wouldn’t trust easily. There were scars on his soul that might never heal.
Elijah looked at her in wonder. “You are a conjure woman, yes?” he asked. “You see things. Hear things.”
Gael curled his lip and made a scoffing sound.
Sam refused to apologize for her gifts. “I don’t do spellwork,” she told them. “I don’t intentionally conjure things, but I do hear them. Spirits. Animals. Trees. My grandmother. She’s gone but she’s still very much with me. My gifts are what let Gus and I be such a successful search-and-rescue team. When the trail goes cold, I can point him in the right direction until he picks it up again. Look, I know this is as unconventional a class as what you could imagine, but I’m happy to give you a refund. I just want to help Prince find his blanket. And I’ll have a talk with Gibbs while I’m at it. Hopefully, he’ll see the error of his ways. With cats, it’s hard to say. Too many of them remember when they were worshiped as gods.”
“Yes!” Elijah agreed excitedly. “We would be honored with your presence and help in our home.”
Gael’s jaw tightened but he didn’t say a word. The look in his eyes, though, spoke volumes. He didn’t believe a word she was saying—or at least he refused to.
“Great!” Sam replied, brightly ignoring the cold blue eyes directed at her and Grandma’s satisfied smirk. “Let’s start the lesson and then we can work out when I can come over.”
Prince turned out to be a good listener. Full of energy with a boisterous nature, he loved to play. Gus was a good influence on him. Well-trained and patient, her partner helped to show the younger dog what he was supposed to do. By the time the lesson was up, Prince and Elijah both were more confident with each other. Unlike Gael, who hung at the back of the room like a storm cloud. He hadn’t attempted to interact. Instead, he’d watched and silently judged.
“That one’s a project.” Grandma commented, eyeing the Frenchman. “He needs someone to take him in hand.”
Sam’s traitorous thoughts slid to a certain part of his anatomy she would love to take in hand. From the way he filled out his jeans, he wasn’t short or small in that department. Feeling her cheeks heat in a blush, she shook herself. Holy Batman, what was she thinking?
Although Elijah could be the actor Henry Cavill’s crotch double if there was such a thing. Her attention settled on the Jamaican’s natural endowment. The ridge in his pants reached to the side of his hip. It looked like he was housing an anaconda down there and growing by the second the more she watched.
“Oh, child,” Grandma chuckled. “Just wait until you unwrap it. It’s going to be like Christmas Day come early!”
Sam choked on the breath she’d just inhaled. They’re gay. She could sense a connection between them and her gift never failed.
Although, they could be bi…
“Bi,” Grandma confirmed, then sang it like NSYNC. “Bi, bi, bi…”
Sam and James walked to where the path divided, one side heading for the chapel, the other winding its way through the gardens. The property was softly lit from the glow of security lights that reached some of the flagstone walk. She let Gus mark a tree, wrapped his lead securely around her hand, and told him, “Find Grandma.”
Gus took off toward the back of the chapel. The spirit of Ellie Mae Henderson was walking the labyrinth, singing, “Follow the yellow brick road,” and spouting quotes from The Wizard of Oz and Airplane!
“It’s a twister! It’s a twister! Don’t call me Shirley!”
“What should I call you, then?” Sam whispered, not knowing if there were other ears around. James was in the chapel but Gael was missing. He could be out here somewhere, moping in the dark.
“Nope,” Grandma told her, reading her mind again. “There’s no one here but me, myself, and I—and now you and Gus and that good-looking man of the cloth on his knees in the chapel. You should check on him, Sam. Father James is in a world of hurt right now. He’s used to being the rock for everyone else, but he needs to feel an anchor, too, even if it’s the weight of a therapy dog.”
Sam had to hand it to Grandma. She hadn’t considered offering the comfort that Gus could provide someone. How many times had she seen him go to someone upset, someone in mourning, and accept their hugs and tears? “All right,” she said. “We’ll go. Will you stay here or are you coming in?”
Her late grandmother didn’t skip a beat. “I’ll stay here,” she chirped. “I’m still looking to catch me an elf—or a leprechaun! They’ve got ‘em, mark my words!”
If that’s what her grandmother believed, Sam wasn’t about to try and dissuade her, especially if it kept her out here and away from James.
Sam led Gus to the door of the chapel and stopped just outside it, wondering whether or not she should take him in. James might benefit from some pet therapy, but her instincts told her that he needed the human touch more. The comfort and support of an understanding, nonjudgmental soul might make all the difference to him right now.
Slipping inside, she spied James in the second row of pews, kneeling in prayer with his head bowed over his hands clasping the back of the seat in front of him.
His shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. She could feel his anguish from here.
Tying Gus to the coat rack in the back, she walked softly to the front, making just enough noise to let him know he wasn’t alone. She didn’t want to startle him when she slipped into the pew beside him and placed a healing hand over his back heart chakra.
“He’s going to be alright,” she promised, as certain of that as she was of anything right now.
“It’s my fault,” James choked out. “If I hadn’t gotten greedy. If I’d only stayed… By the time I saw what was going on, it was too late.”
“You were there when he needed you to be. If they’d taken you down first, there’d have been no one to intervene. You saved him, James. I was there, too, remember?”
Straightening in his seat, he swiveled his head to meet her gaze. In the thin light of the room, she could see the sheen of tears on his skin. Finding the bottom of her broomstick skirt, she raised her hem and dried his face.
“As for what happened before… you were needy, not greedy,” she said softly. “We all have needs. There’s no judgment here. Elijah sees the same things in you that I do. You’re a good man. A strong man. An honorable man. Someone he can connect with in a way that he doesn’t seem to with Gael. I’m worried about him,” she confessed. “Something doesn’t feel right, but I don’t know what it is and my guides aren’t saying anything.”
He looked at her, puzzlement in his eyes as he tried to sort out what she was saying.
“Who are you?” His voice was thick with emotion, his mind full of questions.
“Someone you’ve known before. In other lifetimes. Other places. Tell me you don’t feel it, too.”
He blinked, trying to clear his vision. “I don’t totally discount the idea of reincarnation, given that it’s referenced in the Bible, but I’ve never… I mean, I don’t see how…”
“You’re only shown what’s allowed when it’s time,” she explained. “Maybe one day you’ll remember—or maybe not at all. Because of my mission, I’m allowed to recall more than most. I’m a psychic medium. And you, Sir, are a very old soul. It’s nice to meet you again.”
Hopefully, things would be better for them this time. She sensed that their last lifetime together didn’t end well. The longer they were together, the stronger the impressions Sam was receiving. Why he felt so familiar was now making sense.
“I wish…” She stopped herself before she said too much. She wished that she’d found him first. Wished that they’d found Elijah together. In her mind’s eye, she could see the three of them happy and in love.
The kind of love they’d shared before, despite the laws, despite society and family and religious institutions. She sensed they’d risked everything once.
What about now?
Throwing caution to the wind, she lifted her hand and cupped the side of the ex-priest’s face, learning the feel of him. The warmth of his skin. The short thatch of beard. Leaning forward, she slipped her hand behind his head and urged him closer, lifting her forehead to press against his. They stayed like that for long, soul-searching minutes, sharing each other’s breaths, struggling not to overanalyze but to accept.
James heaved a cleansing breath, letting go, releasing the shackles of guilt that had bound him. Sensing it, she rewarded him with the soft brush of her lips on his, a tentative kiss, not demanding a response.
He went still, locked in an internal struggle. Thanks to her actions, he faced a moral dilemma. What was right? What was fair? Different races. Different backgrounds. Different genders.
What about Elijah?
Sam kissed him again, needing him to see what she did, that whatever had sparked between them was worth pursuing. She teased the seam of his lips, probing his defenses, not letting up until he’d surrendered to the moment.
Surrendered to her.
Thrusting his fingers into her hair, he finally took control and kissed her back.
Sam swore she heard a chorus of angels singing hosannas and smiled.
Emmett and Theo fight to trust the woman who was forced to betray them.
Partners Emmett and Theo are kidnapped by a shadowy organization bent on learning their secrets. Taken to a private lab, they meet Dr. Riley Walker, the brilliant, beautiful geneticist charged with discovering what they are.
While Riley believes they’re aliens, Theo and Emmett realize she’s their mate. But she’s also the enemy—
Or so it seems.
Theo and Emmett aren’t the only ones with something to hide.
The three are caught up in things they can’t control. Nefarious forces are at play. Unseen eyes are watching them. After Riley is forced to betray them, the feelings the partners have for the new female in their life take a twisted turn.
When truths are exposed, the whole cadre’s mission is put at risk. Emmett and Theo must fight for the woman who’s destined to be theirs or lose her to a dark, dark fate.
Shifters with a sci-fi twist, Guarded Hearts Season One (Books 1-7) follows members of The Order of the Phoenix. Each book in this interconnected storyline provides a happily-ever-after for the main characters. While the first book of Season One can be read as a stand-alone, the following titles will be more fully enjoyed and understood if they are read in order, beginning with Morgan (Guarded Hearts Book 1). MMF ménage erotic romance with MM scenes, written for Ages 18+.
Riley knew better than to argue. Skinner was the puppet master, pulling all of their strings. Retreating to the cafeteria, she took a seat and waited, watching the clock and observing others who came in for coffee or something to eat. Skinner’s pet, Dr. Lewis, gave a nod of acknowledgment and disappeared through the kitchen door. When he didn’t come out, she assumed that Skinner had sent him to make certain his orders were followed to the letter.
A short time later, the chef with a laden cart and Dr. Lewis appeared. Mouths shaped with knowing smirks, the two men eyed her like a piece of breakfast meat.
Christ. Did everyone know what Skinner wanted? He was no better than a pimp, expecting her to use her sexuality to get the results he wanted, samples of body fluids he could test for DNA.
“Here’s everything you requested,” the chef announced, pushing the stainless steel cart into place beside her.
The top held three trays with covered dishes and three steaming mugs of hot beverages.
Riley arched an eyebrow. “What’s this?”
“Black coffee, Earl Grey, and a mocha latte for you,” Dr. Lewis answered smoothly, pointing to each in turn. “I advised Skinner that sharing a meal with the specimens would make them more at ease around you.”
It made sense. Eating together might allow her to form a bond with the subjects—or at least help Emmett to lower his guard and let her explore things with Theo. It was a unique opportunity, giving her an excuse to spend time with them and providing the means to study them up close.
Dr. Lewis followed her, whistling softly, making her feel increasingly leery about this whole thing. Skinner had sent him to observe her interactions with their subjects. The cameras were impersonal, something she was aware of but had learned to ignore. Having a witness seemed… lurid. Voyeuristic rather than scientific, despite what her rational mind said. Skinner expected results. It was in her best interest to see that he got them. If she failed, she feared that all three of them would suffer.
One of the guards reached to open the door.
Hearing her name from Skinner’s minion, she fought the urge to not shudder with dread. “Yes, Dr. Lewis?”
“Good luck,” he said smoothly. “We’ll be watching your interactions closely.”
Riley’s stomach somersaulted unpleasantly at the thought. Taking a deep steady breath, she wheeled the laden cart into the cell, suppressing a shudder when the door clanged shut behind her.
Emmett and Theo were waiting for her.
The Englishman cocked an eyebrow above his glasses when he saw the cart. Moving to inspect the contents, he lifted the plate covers and nodded in approval. “Well done, Miss Walker.”
Theo beamed, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. “Thank you.”
“I thought we could share breakfast together,” she told them. “Why don’t you have a seat, and I’ll serve you?”
They exchanged a look. Again, that silent communication, one of them eager, the other taciturn. Having no other options, they sat on the bottom bunk with Emmett at the head and Theo in the middle, leaving room for her at the foot of the bed.
They ate in silence. Riley was aware of the sidelong looks Theo sent her way.
Emmett ignored her.
“I hope your tea’s alright. I’m more of a coffee drinker myself,” she commented, enjoying her mocha.
“It’s acceptable,” the Englishman clipped, sounding annoyed at her attempt to engage him.
Theo cleaned his plate and drained his coffee cup. Finishing her breakfast, Riley cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably on her perch. There was a spreading warmth coursing through her veins, leaving her feeling flushed and filling her with an awareness of her body.
Emmett was the last to finish, his throat muscles working as he drank the rest of his tea.
Sitting beside her, Theo had satisfied one hunger but another one burgeoned. He pushed the tray away enough for his erection to rise rampant behind his fly.
Licking her lips, Riley eyed the massive wood he was sporting. Was it hot in here or was it just her? Even Theo and Emmet were starting to look flushed. The gazes they turned on her were both lustful and fevered.
“You have generous breasts,” Theo announced boldly, reaching out to cup one through her top. “And hips that were made for bearing young. Hair as golden as the sun and those lips…”
Riley suddenly felt like a deer caught in the sight of two predators. The Greek had never shown signs of being so forward before.
“My pet is right,” Emmett agreed. “You are a beautiful creature. I’m certain most men find you stunning. You’d look even more beautiful bound.”
In the blink of an eye, Theo had dropped his tray on the floor and plucked hers from her hands. Pulling her to her feet, he hauled her against him, fisted her hair, and ravaged her mouth with the hottest kiss she’d ever experienced. A switch, she thought dimly. He was submissive to Emmett, but he was clearly set on dominating her, bending her to his will.
Dragging her with him, he tore off her top and ripped off her bra, tossing both of them aside. He bent his dark head and licked her nipples, tasting them both before turning her around and bending her over the top of the cart. He pinned her in place with his rock-hard body while Emmett pulled the sheet from the bunk, caught the edge in his teeth, and ripped four strips.
He used two of them to lash her wrists to the top of the cart. Locking the wheels, he grabbed one ankle and tied it to the caster, repeating the action on the other side, securing her parted legs as effectively as using a spreader bar.
Part of her mind was screaming no, but her body was clearly responding to his domination. Bound, helpless, feeling Theo dry-hump her ass, Riley gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her brain had sunken into a strange haze and she felt needy and aroused. A tiny voice was warning her something was wrong. This wasn’t like her. It certainly wasn’t like Emmett. All three of them seemed under the influence of something. Whatever it was had both males firmly in its grip.
Theo growled from somewhere behind her. The material of her skirt was hiked up over her hips, her panties pushed aside. Riley moaned at the first lick of a tongue against her pussy lips. Straying hands pried her ass cheeks apart, testing the flesh.
Emmett stood in front of her, his expression scorching her down to her toes. “That’s it, pet. Taste her. Shove your fingers inside her tight little cunny then fuck her with your tongue.”
Palming himself, the Englishman fondled the ridge jutting up the front of his lab-issued pants. He might not want her, but he didn’t seem to mind that Theo did.
The Greek growled, his breath hot and his tongue hotter against her intimate flesh. Inhaling sharply, he licked her slit and shoved his tongue as deep as it would go. Tasting her thoroughly, he stopped his cunnilingus and added a thick, callused finger, stretching her out before adding a second and a third. He jacked his arm, pistoning in and out, fucking her with his hand when she was dying for his cock.
Emmett seemed to read her growing distress. “Those lips,” he murmured. “I want to punish them. Ravage them. I want to fuck the glasses off your face and silence your moans with my cock when Theo tries to fit his inside you. This is what you like, isn’t it?” he asked. “Bound. Helpless. Forced to submit to alien domination? Telling yourself you have no choice but responding to us anyway. Your body doesn’t lie. The air has been thick with the scent of your arousal from the moment you stepped into this room the first time with that pitiful excuse of a meal. Here’s something tastier.”
Fisting her hair, he muffled her gasp with his erection, pushing down his pants, whipping it out, and shoving it between her parted lips. She knew what Theo smelled like, having closer contact. This scent was pure Emmett, male musk and slightly woodsy.
“Open wide,” he growled, pushing his dick in deeper. “Suck me while Theo fucks you.”
She felt the Greek pull his fingers from her pussy. Wetting his glans on her juices, he notched his head in her opening and forged his way inside, stretching her out, wedging in deeper, forcing his girth into her snug, wet sheath.
Riley squealed. He was so big, it felt like he was ripping her in two. Emmett controlled the movements of her head, ramming his cock down her throat. It was an overload of pleasure and pain. Writhing, twitching she was shunted back and forth between them. Both men seemed aroused almost to the point of losing control. Riley was feeling the same way. It was if all her inhibitions had disintegrated and left a wanton sexual creature in its place. Her universe shrank to this, being a vessel for their pleasure, Emmett using her mouth, Theo terraforming her vagina. No offense to Emmett, but Theo seemed set on spoiling her for other men, ruining her for anyone else, making her crave that massive cock of his. She didn’t know whether or not she was disappointed or relieved that no knobs or spikes had come out. She did know the moment he shifted angles and started ramming her G-spot. Seeing stars when her first orgasm ripped through her, she felt Emmett’s immediate response. Close to coming, he managed to pull out before he finished, allowing her the barest taste of him before he jacked off on her face like they were making bukkake porn.
“Outside her,” he reminded his partner.
She swore she felt Theo’s answering pout.
Headed for an unsatisfactory finish, she squeezed the length of Theo’s cock, making her walls ripple, milking his length. Sticking out her tongue, she licked the tip of Emmett’s erection, catching the last drop of cum that he squeezed out. It wasn’t as bitter as she was expecting. If anything, one taste made her crave more. Reaching with her tongue, she cleaned what she could from her face and swallowed it, earning a growl of approval from the Englishman.
A second later, Theo pulled out and exploded on her back, shooting ropes of cum in the valley of her spine. Emmett took charge, cleaning her face, wiping every trace of himself, and flushing it away. She thought that they’d do the same with Theo’s ejaculate… until she felt someone’s fingers scrape it up to wet her anus.
She held her breath, wondering what they intended, surprised to feel that they were both hard again. This time, Theo came to stand before her, fisting that massive meat of his while Emmett pressed against her sphincter, demanding entrance to her most intimate place. “Let me in,” he demanded, giving her no option but to obey. Forcing herself to relax, she held her breath while he sank his length inside her. “That’s it. That’s it, little miss. Now open wide for Theo…”
The pandemic has struck and play weekends are canceled at Replay BDSM theme resort after one of the owner’s wife’s patients tests positive. The few patrons still there agree to self-quarantine with a two-week all-inclusive stay. While Sir Piers remains home with his family, it’s left to his executive assistant Kitten and his administrative assistant Samael to see that things run smoothly at the resort.
One of their guests is triple-platinum recording artist Thaddeus Rhodes, a tattooed, bearded Daddy Dom who’s into steampunk cosplay. Thaddeus thinks it’s a shame that Kitten takes care of everyone else and no one takes care of this little.
Faced with two weeks of lockdown, Kitten comes up with a list of things to help to pass the time. What starts out as a game of ways to please this Daddy quickly evolves into something much, much more.
This story includes consensual power exchange, DD/lg ageplay, partner sharing, domestic discipline, and bisexual ménage scenes. If any of this offends you, please don’t buy this book. Written for Ages 18+.
Author’s Note: Kitten has been a secondary character in the first eleven Replay books. It was wonderful to finally meet her. I love that Kitten finds her perfect Daddy Dom just in time for Father’s Day!
He was a Dominant without a permanent submissive and Kitten was a little who needed a Daddy. Before today, he’d only known her professionally as Sir Piers’s executive assistant and an integral part of what made Replay BDSM theme resort successful. He would never have encroached on Sir Piers’s territory, would never have offered to be her Dominant, but the circumstances they found themselves had him doing things that were, in short, extraordinary.
They’d both been potentially exposed to a deadly virus. In two weeks, they’d know if their self-quarantine was a necessary precaution. Meanwhile, he had music weaving itself in his head and a little whose ass needed reddened for working through her lunchtime.
Not good at all.
She eyed the ornate cage in the corner with a mix of anticipation and trepidation—and who could blame her? He’d told her what he intended to do. He was going to spank her bottom, tuck her inside, and keep her there until she was truly repentant. What he hadn’t told her was what would happen next. When she was full of remorse and riddled with angst about what she could do to please him, he planned to bind her arms to the bars and take her where she stood…
Crawling to the door of her cage, she sat back on her heels in a Gorean pose and waited for him to notice. He made her wait a minute more while he finished whatever he was typing on his tablet before hitting send and closing it.
“Well, little miss. Are you going to share what’s in that busy mind of yours? Have you thought of ways to please me?”
She knew men. He’d be expecting the usual. A blow job. Vaginal sex. Anal sex. A lap dance. A strip routine. Things men typically envisioned for immediate gratification.
“I think so, Daddy. I hope so. First, I’d like to dress like Bindi in Iron Domination and play hide-and-seek with you aboard the Nebula.”
If he’d read the books (and judging by the beard-shadowed curl of his lips, he had), he’d know exactly where to find her.
“I like the way you think, little girl. Go on.”
“When you’ve found me, I’ll give you a bath like Bindi does Adams…, rub your feet and massage your neck before bed.”
Only two, and he was already hard for her.
“In the morning, I’ll cook you breakfast and serve it to you on a tray wearing nothing but a smile.”
He liked the sound of that, too.
“Three,” he counted.
“After dinner that night, we can play a game of chess. The winner gets to pick what porn to watch and act out.”
“That’s four,” he hummed. “One more.”
“I could give Daddy a massage,” she offered.
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re already giving me one after my bath.”
“But this is different,” she swore. “Special. It’s internal massage. A prostate massage.”
“Five,” he rumbled, reaching for the door.
“And then,” she breathed, “I’ll polish your knob—” she left it hanging, letting his imagination run wild “—on your walking stick. The silver-gripped one. It’s too heavy to use for impact play, but I can help you find another cane to use. Or you can make me cut a switch.”
“Six,” he rasped, curling his fingers around his erection and rubbing himself through his fly.
“One more,” she added, licking her lips for effect. “I want to give Daddy head while massaging his prostate. I want you to come down my throat and make me swallow every drop.”
The heat in his eyes was incendiary.
“My turn,” he growled. “I want to tie you to the sides of the cage. Clamp your nipples. Suck your clit. Get you wet and fuck you through the bars with my fingers digging into your hips so hard, you’ll be wearing my bruises tomorrow and feeling my dick for days. In your pussy. In your ass. What’s your safeword, pet? One to slow and one to stop.”
She could get creative later. Right now, she needed fucked. “Yellow and red, Daddy. Yellow to slow and red to stop. Please…,” she begged, eyes widening when he unbuttoned his fly and she saw the size of his erection. He was huge. Massive. Nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist.
There was no way he was going to fit.
Daddy smirked. “I like it when you beg,” he rumbled. “I want to make you squeal. Put your back against the bars, elbows out, arms bent, hands up. I’ll tie you with enough give to let you move a bit. It’s more fun that way.”
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Unseen enemies threaten the newest fated mate and her child.
Nurse practitioner and midwife Raven O’Malley has no idea what she’ll be getting into when she takes on her newest client, who lives at the Citadel with not one but two handsome men. The other cadre members are equally attractive but it’s Cayden McPherson and Killian O’Connell who set their sights on her.
Raven has enough to deal with. A daughter, a puppy, a demanding job, and a mobster ex-husband. Now a blackmailer wants her to spy on the Citadel or she risks her daughter’s life.
The cadre members know there are forces of darkness to battle and evil exists in both worlds. Can Cayden and Killian protect the woman they love or will they lose her to enemies seen and unseen?
Shifters with a sci-fi twist, the Guarded Hearts series follows members of the Order of the Phoenix. While interconnected, each title can be read as a stand-alone. MFM ménage erotic romance written for Ages 18+.
Cayden was just leaving the kitchen when she caught up to him.
“We need to talk,” she snapped. Catching his hand, she dragged him down the hall and into the infirmary. “What the feck is going on?” she demanded.
Cayden frowned. “What?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“They know,” she grated. “Casey. Morgan. The others. They know about us. What did you tell them? What did you say?”
The medic rubbed a hand over his face and blew out a breath. “Ye’re nae gang tae like it,” he warned. “We’ve been holding off, telling ye because of it, but there’s no help for it now, is there? Yer scent is enough tae make it clear that we’ve done the deed,” he told her. “Our kind can smell when a woman goes through the flux and her body is transformed. Ye need to talk to Morgan and Casey about what they went through, but Casey’s experience is like tae be closer. Morgan’s change was put off when she ingested vampire blood—”
“Vampires?” Raven stared at him, incredulous. “You’re telling me that there are vampires? That they’re real.”
He nodded, his green eyes as serious as she’d ever seen them. “They are that,” he told her. “One targeted Morgan. We killed it, but another one kidnapped her. We got her back and cleaned out the nest. We think we got them all now.”
“You think. You think? Jaysus, Joseph, and Mary! You should have told me!” she yelled at him. “Bloody hell! You and your mate could have told me any time, but you didn’t say a damn word, just lured me upstairs and had your way with me. You’ve changed my body without my consent. Now I’ve put my daughter in danger after thinking I was bringing her to a sanctuary. My ex kept things from me. I’m warning you right now, I expect full disclosure in the future or there’s going to be hell to pay. Do you hear me?”
She poked him in the chest to make her point.
Cayden released the breath he’d been holding. “Let me call Killian, then. Get him down here. If we’re gang tae hae a heart-tae-heart, it needs tae be the three of us.
Zana was with Willow and Prince. Free to come, Killian joined them as soon as he could make his way downstairs. “What’s up?” he asked, picking up the tension in the air.
“She knows,” Cayden told him. “Or knows the start of it, anyway. She’s demanded full disclosure. It’s better tae hear it from the both of us than tae hear it from one and again from the other.”
Killian nodded. “Ye’re the medic. I’ll let ye explain the way of things.”
“We’ve told ye what we are, that these robes of flesh have four strands of DNA. When a fated mate is found, the introduction of sperm starts the transformation process to change her body, making it compatible, able to conceive and bear children.”
“I don’t understand,” Raven clipped. “I can’t have children. I told you that. It shouldn’t have affected me.”
“But it did,” Killian assured her. “We don’t understand it either, but we knew from the first that you were the one for us, the woman to complete us. The males of our kind experience what we call the quickening. It’s a physical response to a fated mate. Lets us know that she’s the one. We felt it with ye. We will not question God’s will. Ye were chosen for us. Transformed by us. But there are other things…”
Raven was seething at their disregard for her. “And you thought it was just fine to go and do it because it’s all in the plan?” she grated. “You gave no thought to what I wanted or the fact it’s not just me. Do you know how selfish that is? How arrogant?” She buried her face in her hands. “I really can’t deal with this right now. I should get Willow and Prince and pack up the damn car and get the hell out while I can.”
“Ye need tae listen,” Cayden told her, lowering his voice in a way that did strange things to her insides. Grasping her biceps, he pulled her easily to him. She wanted to grind against him. Use him like they’d used her. How dare they!
Raven struggled to break free, clawing at his arms deep enough to leave bloody scratches when he refused to let her go.
She went still when she saw the gouges healing before her eyes.
“Full disclosure,” Cayden growled in that voice of his. “This is a hint of my true voice. It has power… affects people in different ways. Mine will make ye wish to obey. Doctor’s orders.” He said it half-jokingly, but the man was deadly serious. “Iosefa’s will put someone tae sleep. The new mothers are sure tae keep him on call when the bairns get here and they need some rest. These bodies hae regenerative powers. Accelerated healing. Lack of scarring. But the thing ye need most tae understand is that ye’ll live as long as us.”
Raven’s solar plexus chakra closed tight enough to cause a cramp. “And how long is that?” she said, afraid to ask.
“Three hundred years, give or take,” Cayden told her.
“Three…?” She stared at him, caught in a nightmare that had just gotten worse. “You’re saying I’ll live three hundred years? And what about Willow? What about my daughter? You bastards! You bloody bastards! And don’t go using that voice on me,” she warned them. “I will never forgive you for this. Never!”
“Raven,” Killian crooned, trying to make peace. “We love you. We’d never do anything to put you in harm’s way or come between you and your child. We want Willow to be our daughter, too, the child that we wished for but will never have. Tobias said there’s a chance that she’s a fated mate for one of our kind, but Theo thinks her destiny lies elsewhere, with a fae princeling who’s waiting fer her to grow up.”
“You love me,” she scoffed. “You don’t know what love is. We had sex. We scratched an itch. Satisfied a physical need. I didn’t know you enough for it to be more. I still don’t.”
“Please,” Killian begged her. “We’re asking fer the chance to prove ourselves to ye.”
Raven felt anger, rage, but there was also lust. It was so fierce, she found herself responding before she was aware of it. Grabbing the back of Killian’s head, she forced his lips down on hers. There was no control. Just overwhelming attraction merging with her turbulent emotions. She wanted to make them pay for what they’d done. Show them that their desire was meaningless. Not if they didn’t have her heart. That wouldn’t happen now. Not after such a betrayal. How could she trust them?
Killian didn’t resist but responded by thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Reaching with her free hand, she fisted a handful of Cayden’s shirt and drew him to her. Two mouths fought to claim her lips. Their bodies crowded hers until her hips hit the examination table.
Fueled by anger, driven by revenge, she grabbed Killian’s collar and pushed him into one of the two armless stack chairs against the wall. Reaching down, she judged his hardness and took him out.
“I want you ready for me,” she told him. Ignoring Cayden, she stripped off her clothes and knelt between Killian’s feet, giving him a blow job he didn’t deserve but that her body needed to handle him. When he was wet enough, she stood up and straddled him like a stripper about to give him the lap dance of his dreams. Taking his erection in hand, she stroked her slit with his glans, parted her folds, and sank down on his shaft, working it like a dildo, a tool for her particular pleasure.
It wasn’t long, she grew greedy for more. “You,” she snapped at Cayden. “Pants off. Cock lubed. On the stool and over here.”
She didn’t have to tell him twice.
Cayden dropped his drawers and slickened himself up. Sitting on the wheeled examination stool, he did as ordered and rolled it between Killian’s feet. It was just low enough, he was shy of reaching her. Grasping her hips, he rose from the stool and found her star.
“No! Not there,” she snapped. “I want you both in my pussy. Bang my box like it’s never been banged. Think you can handle that?”
Cayden growled and showed her that he was up to the challenge. She rose partway up and held herself still while Cayden pressed his cock against Killian’s and worked his way inside, sinking his length into her, inch by inch until both men were ball’s deep inside her.
She lifted herself up and rammed herself back down. Killian groaned. Cayden’s stool went flying. She sank down on their cocks again and again, using them like they’d used her, coming once, twice, three times before the men shuddered to a finish inside her. Cayden eased out of her and grabbed some paper towels, handing them to her to stuff between her legs. She dismounted, tossing one of the towels at Killian to use. Finding her clothes, she started dressing, wordless, lecturing herself that she had no reason to feel guilty for using them as fecktoys. It was no more than they deserved after what they’d done to her.
“Raven,” Cayden crooned.
“No voice!” she snarled, shoving her feet into her shoes. “Not a word. From either of you! This was sex. Sex! Lust, not love. Now you know the difference. Don’t ever confuse them again.”
She left them without a backward glance and headed upstairs, blinking the sting of tears from her eyes, refusing to feel anything beyond the physical releases that she’d had. By the time she reached the fourth-floor guest suite, she’d sworn off all men.
“Out,” she warned Zana, giving him a look that told him she meant what she said.
The Persian was confused but obeyed, shutting the door behind him.
“How’s Prince doing?” she asked her daughter, memorizing the picture the two of them made. She’d be the one consoling Willow when she watched her puppy grow old and die. Who the feck was going to console her when she lost her child?
Thanks to Cayden and Killian, she was doomed to outlive her daughter. They could take their tall tales of vampires and fairy princes and shove them up their arses. If they knew what was good for them, they’d leave them the bloody hell alone.
She was here for Casey and Morgan, but Willow was her world.