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!

Sexy Saturday Sex Scene Week 4 WINNER!

Well this was an odd week, I had hoped for more of a turn out with the menage, but it sometimes ends up like this.

Anyway, todays winner is Larissa with her choice of Breathe me by Sia




Why did I choose that one? because Audra and I wrote this scene to something equally slow, Duran Duran's Come Undone.



So thanks for playing once again this week! Just a reminder, if your going to comment, please pick a song to suggest or the comment doesn't count towards the contest. Also, choosing an artist is great, but specific songs is what I'm looking for for these contests.

So next weekend will be a scene from our first ever book, Sugar and Sin, and it stars Astrid and Fallon in a billiards room. HOT doesn't even cover what this one is...

Thanks for playing, and Larissa, you can contact me at blueflamesabove@yahoo.com

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Sexy Saturday Sex Scene Week 4

This week is a naughty little scene from our one and only book with a "Vampire" hero, London for the Holidays.

Contest is still the same: Read it, comment on what song you think is playing in the background and a winner will be chosen on Sunday at 5pm.

So? ready?

LONDON FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance/Menage
Length: Novel
Races: Vampire, Fallen Angel, Conglacio(ice demon), werewolves
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WARNING: VERY HOT EXCERPT. 18 and OVER ONLY! You have been WARNED.

Malcolm raised his eyebrow. “Tell us, pet... what would you like us to do?”

She knew she would have to bluff. She shrugged. “I think I’m going to take a stroll around the place, you know, take the tour.”

“More the pity,” Sam sighed heavily. “For a moment or two there I thought she wanted us both to fuck her. Now that would have been a wild night.” He shook his head.

Thisbe stood up and unbuttoned the shirt, her breasts now fully uncovered, and she stretched, shaking out her hair. She winked at Sam and turned. “I’m going to explore a bit, I think.” She strode across the room and then turned slightly. “I might get lost, sure I can’t get the tour?”

“Never let it be said that I’m one to turn down the offer of escorting a beautiful lady, especially while she’s in such a wicked state of undress.” Sam grinned, shooting up to his feet and offering her his arm. “Looks like you got yourself a stubborn one there, vamp. Although, it only proves my earlier point,” he told Mal smugly.

She looked at Sam. “Your point?”

“That you’re hurt and struggling for control of your life? That you’re trying to break through years of conditioning? That you need to be treated as more than just a plaything? That this is going to be a wild night?” He shrugged, his eyes glinting. “Take your pick, they’re all true. What you need are baby steps. Start with mutual fun... then move up to love and all that relationship stuff.”

“Who the hell says I want a relationship again?” She frowned and looked at Mal. “So, does Sam know his way around this place?”

“Hey, I didn’t tell you how long those baby steps had to take.”

Mal stood up, his scotch still in hand. “He seems to, though I don’t remember him ever being here before.”

“Umm, then he should know where the master bedroom is, shouldn’t he?”

Sam laughed next to her. “Kinking it up in the demon’s bed. Now that sounds like a plan.”

Thisbe giggled and looked at Mal, hoping. Truth was, she could have a worse night being alone with the fallen, but she wanted Mal in a way she couldn’t figure completely. She knew he could be hers, body and soul, whereas Sam was a ‘one night only’ kind of fun. Mal could be forever, and she wouldn’t chance that not coming to pass. “You going to steer me in the right direction? Or do I have to remind you that we have some unfinished business?”

Mal grinned up at her, banishing all fears of him not following. “Sure, pet. Just up the stairs.” He moved beside her to the side the fallen wasn’t currently occupying. “Then up another flight of stairs and the third room on the right. You really should see the view from the balcony,” he told her, his hand on the small of her back as he guided them towards the stairs.

She smirked. Right, like she gave a fig about the view, unless it was the two of them naked and sweaty with her. “Oh? And just how often have you spent time in the master bedroom? Dare I think I wouldn’t be your first there?” she asked with gusto, hoping to hide the growing disappointment if she wasn’t.

Mal chuckled. “I never take women home, pet. Least of all here. I think it’ll be my first time in the mansion, let alone in Taylor’s room.”

His quiet admission warmed her, and she turned to him and kissed him. The three of them went through the mansion into the main hall again, and she looked at the large horse made out of ice that was perpetually frozen on its pedestal to the left of the stairway. She regarded it carefully and reached out to touch it, feeling the pulse of Conglacio power that ran through it and kept it frozen. “Casha is quite talented,” she murmured.

The infusion of power made her nipples peak and she shivered, the energy coursing through her. They climbed the stairs, and as they took each step Malcolm got more comfortable, as did Sam, and both of them were stroking her skin with their thumbs. Mal stayed closer, though, and she reacted to him stronger than to Sam.

As they made it to the second landing, Mal unzipped her skirt from behind, and as she stepped again the skirt fell down. She stepped out of it and stood in her heels, happy to be naked again. She pulled away from them and bent down, picking up her skirt and giving them both a full show. She straightened, mounted the step, and turned to them, her hair wild around her head. “You two are way too relaxed, you know that?”

Sam grinned at her, his gaze moving lustfully over her body. “What do you expect?”

Mal pulled her against him, his hands slipping up to cup her breasts. “Love, we’re far from prudes here. It won’t have been the first time I’ve seen his ass. Though, granted, it’s never been in such delectable circumstance.” He nipped her neck between his teeth. “Besides, Sammy’s already drunk, the chance of him holding any memory of tonight come morning is slim.”

“I’m perfectly capable, you know... And my kind can’t overindulge. Oblivion isn’t granted to us,” he told them sullenly from across his glass.

“Mmmm, very true,” Mal grunted his direction. “Although, when mixed with severe blood letting and whatever else he’s been up to…” Mal whispered in her ear.

Thisbe giggled and rolled her hips, closing her eyes. “You of all people shouldn’t knock the bloodletting... I know I won’t.” She opened her eyes and smirked at Sam. “And I should hope I’m memorable... this is a one time deal, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Mal answered, his arms curling protectively around her.

“I’m not one to offer twice.” The fallen smiled, finishing his glass.

Malcolm’s arm was a most welcome weight. It was telling, in both how he felt about her and how he felt about a future. If there was one. Mal could be a longtime relationship, but the fact that he was Casha’s right hand man was a black mark on his record. Work and Cassiel would always come first, and Thisbe couldn’t deal with that anymore. But all of that was for later.

Sam was smirking at her from behind his glass and Mal was stroking her side, his hands rough and thrilling. She wasn’t sure if she was getting aroused from Sam’s looks or Mal’s actions, but she realized it didn’t really matter. She was going to have both of them and she wouldn’t have to choose.

She turned her head and bit Mal’s ear sweetly, then stepped away from him and walked up a few stairs, her hips swaying. “Good thing you don’t have to offer again then, isn’t it?”

“I’d say so.” The fallen stepped towards her, his lips mere inches from her own.

Thisbe leaned into him, then away slightly. feeling Malcolm come up behind her once more. She might be getting in over her head, but when in her life would she ever have a chance like this again? A vampire and a fallen both wanted her and had no qualms about it. Well, she wouldn’t either. Let tomorrow take care of itself.

Sam pressed his lips against hers in a kiss. Sam’s kiss was startling, his lips unyielding as he moved his body closer. She could feel exactly how she was affecting him and kissed him back, unashamed.

Thisbe moaned, and rolled her naked hips into them both—Sam in the front, her vampire lover from behind. She felt Mal’s hands on her breasts, his thumb and forefinger plucking and rolling her nipples. They were close to the room and she wasn’t sure they would make it, but she found she really didn’t care.

She could feel Mal’s lips kissing the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he rasped his tongue slowly down her spine. It really was his touch that set her body to thrumming in a way her old lover never did. She relaxed between them and simultaneously reached back and palmed Malcolm’s groin, then moved her other hand forward to Sam’s zipper, lovingly stroking them both through the fabric. Where Malcolm was wearing rough jeans, Sam wore soft dress pants. Both of them were quite ready for her and her body clenched in delicious ways. “Hope you boys can take a little cold…” she murmured into Sam’s mouth.

“Oh, I think we’ll both manage.” Sam chuckled briefly into her before kissing her again.

Somehow they made it to the bedroom, though Thisbe had no clue as to how either of them managed it, what with the continuous touching and the fevered kisses from the front and behind. She had closed her eyes to revel in the sensations and opened them to a whole other scene, one of frigid beauty and stark familiarity. It vaguely reminded her of Levi’s bedroom, though where Levi had a room of blue and white, Cassiel’s master bedroom in the mansion was white and silver silks and satins. The bed, clearly meant to be used as a playground, dominated the space.

A seriously old four-poster, it had silver and organza material draped around the dark cherry wood. Thisbe knew Casha had taste, but this was way beyond that. She smirked, thinking it fitting that she would experience this in this perfect room, with two perfect men.

She giggled, feeling Malcolm’s fangs softly tickle the skin of her inner elbow, and broke her kiss with Sam, turning towards her vampire lover. “You are a tease, Mal, you know that. You are the only man so far to make me shiver.” She winked and set to work getting his pants open, Sam now behind her with his hands weighing her breasts. Malcolm had moved back to her neck and nipped and licked playfully as she worked his pants open and lifted his shirt.

Mal growled at her, grinning smugly as Sam rolled her nipples around with his fingers. “So far,” the fallen whispered into her neck.

She gasped and leaned into Mal, her breasts jutting out towards Sam’s caressing hands and she pulsed her power. Her nipples peaked to icy hardness. “Umm, Sam, you are close, but I think shudder is more the word for you.” She turned her head and kissed Malcolm, slipping her tongue into his mouth, purposefully nicking it on his sharp fang.

“In a good way, I hope,” Sam purred against her as Mal moaned, his whole body turning ridged with the first taste of her blood.

She kept kissing Mal, and reached back to Sam and grasped him through his pants, squeezing to let him know he was indeed much appreciated.

When she broke the kiss she licked her lip, the scant blood coating it ever so slightly.

“Mmm...” Sam smiled, leaving her to lay himself down on the bed. “Blood doesn’t just excite the vampire, you know...” He patted the space on the huge bed next to him. “Come lie down, love. It’ll make things so much easier. Although, the balcony is still an option. We could take you over that if you wish?”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Both of you? That is a feat, I’m sure. I’m the meat of this sandwich, you decide.” She bit her bottom lip and stroked Mal, his pants open and his shirt now going over his head. She then turned to the bed and crawled on, kissing Sam with reckless abandon.

“I’m sure you’ll find more comfort in the bed.” the fallen told her, pulling off his own shirt.

Thisbe turned to lie on her back and watched as Sam’s almost golden skin came into view. Mal stood there, watching her and shucking his pants as well. She licked her lips at the thought of all that sexy flesh—the fallen’s dark and her vampire’s pale—for her to play with. She rested on her elbows, her nipples puckered and jutting up to a still standing Malcolm. Sam was against her then, lying on his side, his fingers drawing circles on her flat stomach and his lips traveling her collarbone and shoulder.

Perfection. Both of them with their broad shoulders, tight abs, and just the right amount of hair peppering their bodies. Her body ached anew for them, for the wickedness she saw glinting in Malcolm’s eyes, and felt in Sam’s kisses and gasp-worthy nips. She seriously could be in over her head.

She closed her eyes, reveling in the moment. She felt hands on her right ankle, holding her lovingly, fingers stroking her instep, then higher, past the hand holding her leg, and traveling softly up her shin to caress behind her knee. Her leg lifted, and she opened her eyes to see Malcolm dipping his head and kissing her ankle, then trailing his lips further, stopping at her knee. He gave her a heart-stopping, sexy grin.

“You feel like silk, This, you know that?” The vampire’s voice rumbled through her. His eyes darkened even more as he flicked his tongue on her skin as he resumed its journey upwards.
She whimpered as his lips ghosted on her skin, tickling ever so sweetly. “I do now. You’re a tease, Mal.” She threw her head back, then looked at Sam, who was intently watching her body’s reactions to all the attention. She felt sexy and wicked.

The fallen smiled innocently at his fingers dancing over her hot flesh. “So tell me, pet, just how would you like me to take you first?” He dipped his head down, sucking a puckered nipple into his mouth.

That was the question, wasn’t it? She moaned and hissed a breath, arching as she felt Malcolm’s lips nibble higher. The inside of her right thigh tingled with sensation. Sam’s wonderful mouth tightened her body even more. “Would it be wrong to say however you want? Gods, that’s nice.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Thissy,” he murmured around her breast. “Nothing wrong at all.”

“Good. Ummm, having the undivided attention of two beautiful men. I’m getting my Sleeping present early.”

“Indeed,” Sam growled, lifting her up to him. Mal nipped her thigh, bringing her attention back to him.

She gasped and looked down at Malcolm with a smile and licked her lips. “Careful, lover, or you’ll draw blood.” She winked and nibbled on Sam’s throat.

“Oh I’m not gonna draw blood just yet, pet...” He licked his lips, moving to her center, and laid a kiss upon her already wet and slick flesh.

Thisbe shuddered with the contact. She looked down, biting her bottom lip. Nothing in the world was as sexy or erotic as Malcolm looking up at her from between her thighs. Most girls wouldn’t let a vampire even consider going down on them, but Thisbe never really played it safe. Malcolm wouldn’t hurt her, the look in his eyes promised so much, but pain wasn’t part of it.

He sucked her into his mouth, circling her clit with his tongue. His cool fingers traveled up her legs, parting her thighs further as he set himself between them.

She moaned into Sam’s mouth as he kissed her, his tongue unconsciously mirroring what Malcolm’s was doing to her pussy. It was erotic, being teased by these two men, both her highly erogenous zones being pleasured at once. Sam could kiss, that was for damn sure, and she felt like she would die from the pleasure Malcolm was giving her.

Sam growled, rolling her nipples around in his fingertips as Mal teased her open with his tongue, delving deep inside of her.

It was all too much. She broke away and panted. “Mal, gods, baby...”

Mal moaned into her, his gaze locking onto hers as he brushed his rough thumb over her clit.
Thisbe cried out, lifting off the bed with the force of her orgasm. She shuddered, whimpering as Sam pinched her nipples tighter, and her body frosted with the action. “Mal!” she gasped in a breathy whisper and arched as he kept up his assault. Gods, but he was generous.

Sam watched her, his eyes taking in every movement of her body. “My, if you aren’t responsive. Nothing more erotic than a woman truly letting go.”

“Why do you think the king kept me?” She bit his bottom lip and reached down, running her hands through Malcolm’s hair and pulled his face away from her pussy, which still pulsed with the tremors of orgasmic aftershock. “You keep that up I’m going to be a boneless mess, not good for much of anything. That mouth of yours is lethal.”

Sam chuckled. “You have no idea of the truth of that... and we can still use a boneless mess, pet.”
She laughed and pulled Malcolm up to her, locking her lips to his to taste herself on him. She then went to her knees, mirroring him as Sam went behind her, cupping her breasts and teasing her flesh.

Mal pulled her against him, straddling her legs over him. “Silk everywhere, love.”

She smiled, the heat in his eyes making her blush. She felt Sam chuckle behind her and nibble on her neck. “I’m glad you think so...”

Malcolm’s considerable length was nestled between her thighs, hot and hard, twitching as she moved slowly. Sam had reared up, and she felt his cock, thick and wanting, in the small of her back. Sam’s head was bent over her shoulder, nipping at her skin, licking off the remnants of her frost outburst. She trembled between them, eager to enjoy and be enjoyed.

Sexy Saturday Sex Scene week 2 WINNER

Ok this was a hard one, lots of good answers. Thanks to everyone who came to play this week, there's a chance to win every saturday till the Romantic Times convention.



Anyway, the winner this week is FALLON BLAKE with her suggestion of Prison Sex. Originally, when this scene was written, I was listening to Tip Your Bartender by GlassJaw, and I think Prison Sex came closest to the mood for this time.



So thanks to everyone that played this week! Next weekend, we will have a scene from Of Crimson and Collars, another hot one sure to make your panties scream!(Clairebear, thats for you!)

Thanks! Fallon, email me at blueflamesabove@yahoo.com and you'll get your copy of WISHBOUND!