S4 Valentines weekend special contest

In honor of Valentine's Day, I have decided to do 2 excerpts to get your smexiness going. two different stories, but both are shorts that we have done. The first is from our Devas series, something you will get more of in the next year.

THIS ENTIRE POST IS RATED XXX. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 YEARS OLD YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

In Hot Rio Nights, Gibson, a Shadow Demon is on shadow walk (wandering) and ends up in Rio during Carinvale. She meets a man named Derrek and he poses her with a dare: Take a potion he has and submit to him. This scene is just after their first little encounter.

Hot Rio Nights
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Erotic Paranormal
Length: Short story
Races: Shadow Demons, Deva
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He took her hand and stood, zipping himself back in. "You were excellent. Definitely first rate. How do you feel now? Can you feel the potion working through you?"

She leaned back, slipping her knees to the side and propped herself on the carpet with her right hand, feeling the tight weave of the carpet. Maybe it was the potion, but the mans voice just had a hypnotic sting to it, and she slid her arm so she was lounging on the floor, looking up the perfect line of his body. "I don’t know what it is, but I think its you." she smiled.

Amusement shone in his eyes. "What is me?"

"Your voice. Ummm its perfect."

"No doubt." He sat back down.

She watched him, her body screaming with need to touch him, to hear him speak again. As the demon she was, she wouldn’t beg him for anything, but as the potion slithered around her veins, she was coming closer to being the begging wanton mess she knew he wanted. Well it wasn’t going to happen without help, and she was not the kinda girl to just do something like this on her own. She was a princess, and princesses didn’t show weakness.

He smiled at her then stood, lifting his glass with him. "Why don’t we go inside pet."

She nodded and started to get up off the cushy carpet.

He smiled down at her. "Perfect, this way..." He turned his back to her and walked into the house.

The house was stylish, in keeping with its owner, it was masculine, and modern, with hints of the old world charm of the city. Derrek's house was a reflection of himself. She started to tell him this, but her tongue refused to work for her. Every sensation she felt was amplified, the wind coming through open villa doors, the feel of the ground beneath her naked feet, and as she walked through the darkness of the alcove into the candle lit room beyond, the tingles of the shadows and her magic pulling at her. It was all erotic, and she shivered.

He took her to the kitchen area and leaned casually against the counter.

Talking wasn’t an option for her. Her body was on edge, her power not leaking from her, Shadow demons rarely leaked, but she felt it around her like an aura. Whatever it was she drank, it had to be the reason; she never lost control like this. The need for direction was strong and just watching the man in front of her was making her fingers itch to touch him. She swallowed and gave a slight whisper. "What now?"

"Now? Tell me, what would you like to do now?"

"Anything... anything you want." she panted, her body moving closer to his.

He smiled sexily, keeping his silence

His silence was indeed killing her. She reached him and placed a finger on his exposed chest, smiling.

"Anything I want? Pet, I know you'll do anything I want. I want know what you want to do, right now..."

He was playing with her and she knew it. She had very little of her normal self available, and she was going to have to try to regain more to prove the potion didn’t work as well as he was thinking. She moved her fingers and pushed his shirt aside, exposing his intricate tattoo. "What’s this mean?" she asked, following the outline with her fingertip.

"What makes you think it has any meaning at all?" He shook his head. "Answer my question."

The command hit her. "I want.. I want to see this beautiful body of yours. I wanna strip you naked, and kneel at your feet. I want to do anything you want me to do."

He smiled, clearly pleased by her answer. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"

She licked her lips and shuddered, her fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. Derrek was magnificent; the tawny skin covering his muscles, the sparse hair on his now exposed arms, and the trim line of hair dipping under his pant line, making the outline of his perfectly toned abs more startling. He had a few more tattoos and she wondered idly what they meant. They weren’t anything she had ever seen.

His pants were next, and the zipper and button of the linen pants didn’t give her any resistance as she grabbed the material on each hip and pulled down, slipping to her knees and looking up to him, getting the pants off his legs so he stood gloriously naked in front of her. He was prefect everywhere.

"I think I like having you at my feet, pet." He commented as his hand flicked out to catch a lock of her hair. He bent down pulling on her hair so that his lips brushed her ear. "Now, I want you to strip for me, if you do well you'll get a reward and praise, if not...well a night without the release your body so desires is a harsh punishment."

Gibson shuddered and moved back from him licking her lips and slipped her shirt off her arms and turned, making a little show of her stripping, slowly taking her shirt off and then working slowly on her skirt, sliding it down her hips inch by inch. When she had her clothes in a pile next to her she went back to her knees and looked hopefully at him.

His heated gaze moved appraisingly over her body. "Very good." His hands darted out to her shoulders pulling her close to him. "You are such a treat Starla Gibson, one to be savored indeed." He brushed his lips against hers. "Tell me pet, how wet are you? Can you feel yourself drenched with need? It is oozing out of you, between your clenched thighs?"

Derrek’s words ran through her and she nodded, shaking slightly. Everything he had done has been a tease to her, and he had truly yet to touch her after the car ride. Her body was riding that hard edge, between frustration and arousal, and all she could do to not beg him to take her was to keep her mouth shut. She wanted him badly, and knew her resolve was wearing thin.

He smiled. "You know, here in Brazil we tend to answer direct questions with words." He mused, his fingertips playing lightly with the skin on her arms.

She shivered and swallowed, trying to speak without too much need in her voice. "You make me very wet Derrek."

"So it would seem, you're shivering...your whole body’s on edge. It knows what it wants."

Next, we have a extremely hot scene from our short story Lady Luck. This is about a shadow demon named Jake and a jenai, or female genie named Nina. In this book, Jake is a gambler, and Nina, as a Jenai can give him the luck he wants, only she doesnt know he knows what she is, and thinks he thinks shes just a stripper...

Lady Luck
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Erotic Paranormal
Length: Short story
Races: Shadow Demon, Jenai
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She couldn't believe him. That's what she got for going out with a guy she knew nothing about, and coming to a casino of all places. She knew it was going to end badly when they walked into the place, never mind the luscious way the man moved in his jeans. Well, this was the last time she was going to think with her sex drive. All it did was get her into trouble, and the fetching piece of man probably thought she was crazy.

She wasn't, however. As a Jenai, she knew how powers backfired. Losing every hand she played was not any way to endear herself to a seasoned, hardcore gambler. Not that she should care about the rogue, but he spoke to her, seemed to really get her.

To disappoint him like that, well, it was better that he thought she was crazy than for him to know the real reason. It was killing her to walk away, after meeting and being in the presence of such raw maleness. Jake was pretty much the physical embodiment of everything she though was sexy: powerful, calculating, sexy, eyes and lips that sin had a hand in creating, a body that made her drool, and a carefree look at life. He was everything she couldn't be, everything she reigned in because of her nature, and it called to her with neon lights. Jenai were lucky in being able to choose who they used their powers for; no carpets ruled their powers. Except for a few minor rules, like not using their powers for their own ends, Jenai had it the best out of the Wish races. Jake was the kinda guy she could choose, could make a very rich man indeed.

But, his insistence in her doing exactly what her powers dictated she not do was a little unnerving. It was like slipping down a flight of stairs on prom night. As a gambler's companion one had to be seen as good luck, but something as embarrassing as losing a large sum of money, something any great gambler didn't do, was akin to relationship suicide. Not that she ever thought to have a relationship with a gambler before, but Jake was different. Jake was meant for something better then the tables; he just didn't know it.

A relationship wasn't what she had in mind, anyway. Though any other Jenai would argue that Nina had wanted to belong to a gambler, else why would she be living and working in the biggest gabling town this side of Monte Carlo? No, no that wasn't it. I needed to get away from everything, she told herself as she reached the palms just before the bank of elevators they passed on the way in. Why else have I abstained from the casinos and fast talkers till now?

The answer was simple: because none of them had sought her out. This one had and he wasn't old and overweight. He wasn't really mean or callous, either. He found her and was intent on showing her a good time, Vegas style. No doubt any normal woman would have jumped at it. She sighed and shook her head as she realized that her freak out was not what other normal women would do, and she probably just blew her chances on what was probably the most sincere guy she had met since she moved there.

Fuck that; don't feel sorry for yourself, Nina!. If he were worth it he wouldn't still be sitting at the table, probably laughing at you. That thought brought her ire back to full strength. Serves her right for thinking a night out would be harmless to her ego or her person. It was when she felt the hand on her upper arm that she turned, ready to knock out whoever was unlucky enough to touch her.

Jake let her arm go, holding his empty hands up in defense. "Whoa there, Nelly! Don't just run out on me; it was just a game of cards. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Then don't push me. If I say no I mean no," she said with a definite edge of anger in her voice. She was excited that he came after her, but she wasn't going to let him off easy. "Or is it that you don't hear the word no often enough?"

"Oh, I hear it often enough. Generally it doesn't apply to me though." He smiled jokingly. "I just have a problem understanding why anyone would be so against gambling. You're not one of those weird types, are you?"

"I have nothing against gambling, Jake. I just don't want to do it myself, okay? Can you respect that?"

"I guess I could. Do I get a reason?"

"I just don't want to. Take it as that," she said quietly. "Look, I ruined your evening, I'm sure. You didn't get in a playing groove, so I guess it wasn't like I lost you money due to concentration. I'm just going to go."

"You don't have to go. We can do something else. I'm just having a hard time figuring out why you wouldn't want to gamble. I mean, it wasn't like it was your money to lose. If somebody gave me a free pass at a casino, you wouldn't see me for dust. I just don't see what kind of enjoyment you can get from watching me play. As fine as I am, you might want your own bit of glory." He looked put out.

She was going to have to play it right if she was going to salvage anything of this evening, a thing she wished for desperately. "Haven't you ever seen James Bond? The women that sit and watch, behind their man, looking pretty and demure, distracting the competition?"

"I'm no Bond, Peaches, and this is real life."

"You could be Bond, and who's to say a woman sitting behind you wouldn't give you the edge? I mean, not to sound full of myself, but I'm not a wallflower."

"Oh, yeah? And how is that?"

"A beautiful woman captivates men. Hell, the older and balder a guy is, a woman just has to bat her eyelashes and she's got his full attention. I'm a stripper, Jake. I know how to work men."

He nodded thoughtfully, then smiled. "And just how would you work me? Not that you don't already have my full attention."

Nina faltered. There was something in the way he said it, something that screamed to her, not just her body, but her soul. "I..." she stammered and then recovered quickly, not wanting him to see how he affected her. "Well, you're not an overweight, middle-aged balding down on his luck guy, are you? That's who I usually ensnare with my considerable charms."

He shrugged, a graceful movement of his shoulders. "I could be considered down in my luck...by some." He took a step closer to her, and she watched his tongue slide along his bottom lip.

"Hardly, Jake. You have the airs of a man who's up and coming."

"I suppose we'll have to see about that." He smiled, clearly pleased by her statement.

"I suppose. I shouldn't keep you. Enjoy your night, Jake. I know you'll win big."

"And how would you know that?"

"Call it a hunch," she said and winked. She touched his shoulder, and knew as she did that a little of the power governing her race slipped to him in the process. After sex with her, he'd own the tables, own anything he chose to do, but the touch was enough for the evening.

His hand snaked out and grabbed her waist, pulling her small frame towards him while keeping her hand on his shoulder. "And what if I'm done with cards for the night?"

She shuddered in his embrace and licked her lips. "Well, if that's true, your night just opened up. What else did you have in mind?"

"I have a pretty good idea, but it's a gamble of another kind."

His arm tightened around her, punctuating his intention. She couldn't ignore his insinuation or the way her body felt standing so close to him. "What kind of gamble?" she asked in a breathy whisper.

"I don't think it's one that you'd mind. It's the kind that would leave us both completely satisfied—if it paid off." He grinned, inching closer, and pressed his lips to hers.

This felt right. This man, grifter, this sexy risk-taker kissing her, felt like the most natural thing in the world. Men before him, and she was sure, men after him, wouldn't feel this good or this right. No one ignited that fire burning within her. No one but Jake. Not even twenty-four hours and she was ready to forget every precaution she set for herself, including hiding her powers, to have him for always. She moaned and rubbed against him in invitation.

The elevator opened, and he guided her back into it. They had the whole place to themselves, and it didn't take him long to press her up against the far wall. His hands slipped down her body, cupping her ass and lifting her, giving her enough room to wrap her stocking-covered legs around him.

Well, if nothing else, Jake didn't waste any time. She smiled down at him and nipped his bottom lip, squeezing with her thighs. "Your room better be on one of the top floors, or we are going to have to hit the run stop."

"Already on it," he chuckled, reaching back and slamming his fist against the big button. "That should buy us some time."

That little move was going to get them in some trouble, but if Jake was as high a roller as she thought, it wouldn't matter. "Perfect," she said and kissed him soundly, his hand on her thighs, slipping quickly up under the silk of the dress, his fingers catching on the garter.

He licked his lips, looking her over. "My thoughts exactly." His long fingers slipped under her, ghosting over her clit before teasing her open.

His touch was electric, sending a warm feeling of contentment through her. She purred at the invasion and threw her head back. It had been a while since she had let a man touch her, and Jake working her body so expertly further enforced that feeling of rightness. It was like he knew her already. "Jake," she sobbed, her nipples cresting to visible peaks through the dress in silent invitation.

Freeing a hand from her, he made short work of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. Discarding it behind him, he kissed down her neck, taking care to nibble lightly on the sensitive spot just at the crook of her neck.

All but nude in a stopped elevator. Nina's exposed skin was chilled by the air conditioning—the thigh highs and garter, and her heels the only things left after he snapped her underwear off, ripping the scant material, making her feel...Jake knew how to get a girl's wild streak to the forefront. She was a closet risk-taker, but damn this was beyond what she would think. "Well this is hardly fair," she murmured into his hair and breathed in his clean and intoxicating scent. Her body keened with an energy that, if he played this right, would turn into the best good luck charm he would ever have.

He moved his head back, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Fair? What exactly would you suggest for evening up the score?" His thumb lightly stroked her clit.

She purred, "Umm, well I'm naked and exposed and you still got everything on. How's that fair, Jake?"

"Not completely naked." He bent his head, taking a pert nipple in his mouth, scraping it against the rough lace of her bra to prove his point.

She gasped and dug her fingers into his hair, holding him there. "True, but I'm still at a loss...gods, that's fantastic."

His tongue circled her nipple. "So, what would you like me to take off? I'm a little harder to undress." His voice was light and teasing, but his eyes her were full of deep heat.

“True...we'll take care of that later," she said as she nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt and slipped her hands under the material, feeling his skin, her body screaming to get closer to his.

He groaned, pressing her harder against the wall. "Oh, I know we will." He unclasped her bra, ducking his head under it and sucking her nipple into his mouth, this time unhindered by the lace. He lavished attention on it before moving to the other. "Gods, you taste like heaven." He pulled back from her a little, the bra wrapped around his head, and he smiled triumphantly. "And I was right about the peaches." Winking, he buried his face once again in her chest.
She giggled and threw her head back, arching as he nibbled, a desperate moan leaving her mouth. He was a terrific tease and she told him so.

"I'm no tease, pet, I always deliver on all of my promises." She heard him unzipping his pants, then felt his hot, hard flesh grinding on her clit where his thumb had been. "Now, tell me what you want, Peaches." His long fingers speared her deeper as if for emphasis. "In great detail.

So, What did you think? get your blood racing? I thought so. So rules are the same, comment and suggest songs for EACH scene and the winner (and there will probably be two) will get the E copy of the book. If we get 25 or more, the winner of Lady Luck's song will get a print copy as I have that in print here. Good Luck and happy Valentines day! I will be picking winners around 5ish on Sunday!