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 5

Hey all! this weekend is a fun one as we have an impromptu party going on at our friends blog, and of course, the naughty Saturday sex scene here. So who is ready to rock the weekend demonstyle?

The sexy bitches over at the Gutter Girls are having a Eververse Saturday, and they want YOU to come and play with them! So start your day here and go help us celebrate!

Today's S4 offering is from our first demon book in the Eververse, Sugar and Sin. In this one, You will have Fallon, a teleport demon in a very sexy scene with the love if his life, Astrid, a very sexy witch.

SUGAR AND SIN
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Dark Erotic Paranormal Romance
Length: NOVEL
Races: Demons, Humans, Psychics, witches

WARNING: THIS IS A OVER 18 ONLY EXCERPT. READER DISCRETION ADVISED.



"You’re late, cookie," was the first thing he heard as he walked into the room.

Astrid was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and her arms folded. Fallon took something out of the bag, then set it down, and knelt down in front of her, looking up into her eyes pitifully.

"I'm sorry, vixen. Forgive me?" He pouted slightly, giving her puppy eyes as he took her bare foot into his hand and began to gently massage it.

She made a small noise of pleasure. ”I can never stay mad at you." She looked to the bag and raised an eyebrow. "Did you bring me toys?"

He lifted her foot up to his mouth and placed a kiss on it then grinned at her.

"I might have, but they are for later. Feyd was telling me about Lorna coming over. He and Ashlyn just left. Have you been keeping yourself amused in my absence?" He looked to the pool table. The balls had been haphazardly set up, and the cue stick was lying on the table.

She followed his gaze and shrugged. "Not really. I really can't play. I tried setting them up."

"Would you like me to show you, vixen?"

"Sure, why not?"

They both went to the table, and he started to set up the balls. "You see, it’s different for different games. We’ll start with Eight Ball. It’s arranged like this.” He moved the colored balls around in the rack. “The black one goes in the middle—that’s the eight ball. In the bottom corners, you have one stripe and one solid. The rest just go in at random. Got it so far?" He looked up, and she nodded convincingly, even though he knew she was looking at his ass. He finished setting up the balls and stood behind her, holding the cue thoughtfully.

"Have you ever held a pool cue in your hands before?"

"Yeah, I kinda know how to play, just not well."

He threaded the cue through her hands and showed her how to hold it correctly. He leaned her forward slightly, and she moved back against him, her bare legs smooth against the roughness of his jeans. He took a few shots, guiding her hands to where they should be. A few balls went in, but Astrid let go of the cue, placing her hands where she thought they should be. She turned around in the circle of his arms and kissed along his jawline.

"Cookie," she whined, pouting her lip at him.

He let the cue fall to the floor and looked at her, a question in his eyes. "Vixen?"
"I want you, now. Give my body the attention that it craves."

Typical demanding vixen. I love you for it. Letting his amusement show in his eyes, he bent down to her and gently bit the soft mound of flesh just at the top of her breast. She arched into him, and he pulled back.

"Je vous aime, la vixen."

"I love you, too, and I love it when you speak French." She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around him. One of his hands automatically went to the small of her back to support her while the other slid under the hem of her dress and tucked something into her panties, making sure that it went where he wanted it to go and stayed there. She moaned into his mouth and grabbed hands full of his hair, pulling her self higher up onto him.

"Take me now," she murmured into his mouth.

He bumped her higher up onto him so that her molten heat was centered on the bulge of his trousers. She tightened her legs, forcing what little space there was between them to lessen. He groaned as his cock began to protest its imprisonment. She was the only one that could do this to him. Force his hand and make him lose control. He pulled a slender control out of his pocket and switched it to low. She pulled back from the crushing kiss and looked at him, blinking in surprise, taking a moment to figure out where the vibrating sensation she felt was coming from. He grinned and flicked the dial up higher, and she collapsed moaning in his arms.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. Oh, God…Fallon, please." He moved the dial down a little and set her on her feet.

"I want you to stand on your own, vix. You got me?" Not waiting for an answer, he went to the bag and pulled out a silk scarf. He walked back to her, concealing the piece of silk from her view.

"Now, close your eyes."

He tied the silk scarf over her eyes and kissed the back of her neck. "Now I don't want you to move. If you move from that spot, you will be punished. Understood?"

She nodded weakly then licked her lips and answered hoarsely. "Yes. Understood. Good punished or bad punished?"

He chuckled into the base of her neck. Typical vixen. "Bad, vixen. Very bad. I'll tie you up on top of the table and tease you, giving you enough pleasure to keep you aroused. But no more than that. I'll fuck you with my tongue but not my dick. I'll bring you to the brink but never over it. I'll do that for hours and hours, until I'm satisfied that you have been suitably punished."

She tried to lean into him, but he danced out of the way. "That doesn't sound so bad. Besides you're always impatient when it comes to me," she purred.

He laughed silently and shook his head. Instead of answering her, he flicked the control to high. Her knees buckled instantly. He watched as she caught herself on the table. "Understood, vixen?" he asked, the amusement clear in his voice.

She whimpered and nodded again. He stepped in close to her, peeling her dress straps away from her shoulders to reveal her breasts. He rolled her already hard nipples in his calloused hands before shimmering to the other side on the table, leaving her standing there alone and exposed.

He looked at her from across the table. She would do anything he wanted. She stood there, a slight tremor running through her whole body, using both her hands on the pool table to steady herself. Her large, perfect breasts shuddered with every uneven breath she took. The black silk scarf was doing its job; she had no idea where he was. The room was silent. The only noise was that of the small vibrator resting gently on her clit.

Grinning, he shimmered behind her and lightly stamped his foot to make a noise. She jumped and turned her head toward him, her hands still grasping at the table for support. He shimmered back to his original position and watched her. He loved to watch her like this and loved knowing that he caused it. The way her body trembled with uncertainty, the heat that he knew would be in her blue eyes once the silk was removed. Just the very sight of her, her face turned away from him, her body straining to be touched, made him want to go to her and end it, but he held back. It took a hell of a lot more effort, but he wasn't done playing yet.

"Did I ever tell you about Miami?"

Her head jerked around. "No. Come over hear and tell me." Her voice was breathy, and the smile she was wearing promised him everything. She was enjoying herself as he knew she would be.

He walked around the table to once again stand behind her. He grasped her hips with his strong hands and guided her back, so her ass was flush against his now-throbbing cock. Nuzzling the back of her neck, he growled into her satin-like flesh. He inhaled her sent and sighed it out onto her bare shoulders, provoking a shudder from her.

"I love the smell of you when you’re hot for me. Did you know that? Normally, you smell like fresh green apples, but when you’re turned on, you smell and taste like the ripest red apple I've ever seen, just ready to be eaten. Did you know that?" He slipped his hand under her short dress and slid her wet panties down her legs. The vibrator fell uselessly to the floor, its purpose having been served. He kept his fingers on her, not doing anything more than holding her, letting her wetness seep out onto his hand. She wiggled at the contact but clearly wanted more.

"Miami, cookie?"

"Yes, vixen. Miami. It was a few years ago before I had the pleasure of knowing you. I was invited to watch by four…interesting young women. How could I refuse? They were most insistent." He began to move his slick fingers over her, touching all of her, but not paying specific attention to any one part. He was enjoying the feel of her, studying her with his hands as if he were a blind man with a Braille book.
"So, I went with them and watched, for a while."

"You joined in?" She was getting wetter and wetter at his words. He began to circle his fingertips around her, keeping her aroused for his story. "Yes, I did, vixen. I left every one of them a very happy woman."

"All four?" She groaned under his ministrations.

"Yes, I took them all, and they offered themselves up to me. Would you like me to tell you what I did to each of them?"

"Hmm, did they scream your name?" She leaned against him, giving him a better angle.
"Every one of them did." He slid a finger into her tight warmth, and she shuddered, so tight and warm. His finger started to work her hard from inside and out, his thumb drawing gentle circles on her clit. She bucked and threw her head back against him. "Will you scream my name? I want to hear that. I need to hear that. Come for me, my vixen. Scream my name," he whispered into her ear.

She came violently, screaming his name, just as he'd asked for. Only his arm supporting her kept her upright. He held her as she caught her breath. Once she could breathe and stand on her own, Fallon took off the blindfold and his own clothes, showing himself firm and upright.

"Oh, Fallon. You are amazing and happy to see me." Astrid grinned at him, her eyes glowing with lust. She started to take the dress off, but he stopped her.

"No, I like it like that. It covers, but it doesn't. Climb on the table." His voice was low and throaty, more of a growl, and she didn't hesitate. She was up on the table, legs open wide waiting for him. He hopped on the table and crawled over to her, turning her to face the window. He forced her up and onto her knees and positioned himself behind her, teasing her swollen opening with his throbbing cock.

"Is this what you want, vixen? You want all of this inside you? all of me inside you?" He quivered at the heat that radiated from her core. It passed over him as if he were already sheathed inside her. Whimpering, she tried to back up onto him, but he held her hip firmly in place.

"Ah, no. That's very naughty. Tell me, is this what you want? To feel me inside of you as far as I can go? You can take all of me, vixen. Few can. Do you want me to show you just how deep I can go?" He pushed himself over her clit, and she groaned.

He moved back to her center and positioned himself, so all he needed was one quick thrust to be inside her.

"Yes, Fallon…yes. I want all those things. Show me, lover, please."

And with those words, he entered her, not waiting for her to loosen up, knowing just how she liked it. His pace was mercilessly fast, but he couldn't have slowed down if he tried. Astrid's small gasps and moans only encouraged him.

"Vous vous sentez si vous mouille, donc chauffer, donc tendu.” Vixen, you feel so wet, so warm, so tight. The sound of flesh on flesh cracked through the room. He turned her to face the street, with the light so bright the whole room was exposed to anybody who could be watching below.

"Is there anyone in the street below, watching us? Watching you while I thrust myself deep inside of you?" Her noises changed slightly, and he smiled, knowing that he had hit her spot. He changed his pace but kept the angle and found himself close to letting go.

"Tell me, my vixen, are you close?" His thoughts clouded over. All that mattered was that he go as hard and fast into her as he could.

"Yes…yes, oh, Fal, so close. Please, harder, faster…need…need you to…"

Couldn't slow if I tried, vix. He felt her tighten, and he lost himself, pounding into her as she came around him. He found his own release as her hot body squeezed every last drop from him.

"So, was there anybody watching outside?" he asked as soon as his breath was back. He pulled out of her and watched as their mixed juices ran from Astrid onto the pool table before lying down next to her. She laid her head on his chest and played with the line of hair under his belly button.

"There were a few. You think they'll leave money at the door?"

"They’d better, but the show was for us, not them. I think we stained the table."

So thats it for this week, What do you think is playing in the background for this naughty scene? Comment with your choice here (And ONLY Comments with song suggestions will be eligible for the prize) and you might win! Winner is chosen on Sunday at 5pm! Good Luck and have fun!

ooh and If we get 25 comments we will give away 2 books, One print and one e book (so that means we can do both domestic and international!)

Have fun!

New for 2010: Sexy Saturday Sex Scenes

Hey Everyone! So to start of 2010 Im going to do a weekly post for YOU the reader, and you could win goodies! Yes, I know its going to be fun though....

So whats all this "Sexy Saturday Sex Scenes"? Well I had an idea. why not give a saturday snippet, but a naughty sex scene from one of our books, and run a contest for it. The contest will be this:

Read the sex scene, and pick a song that you think could be playing in the background during said sex scene. Post the song in the comments section. On the Sunday, I will pick a winner from the comments on the song we think is either closest to something we would have picked for the scene or possible THE song we picked for the scene. So you have untill Sunday evening to enter and Ill pick a winner at 9pm on Sunday (est).

What do you win? Well how about an e copy of the book where the sex scene is featured? Cool? I thought so! So ready?

To start off this little craziness, We are going to start with one of our underrated books, The Soft Edge of Midnight.

The Soft Edge of Midnight
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Races: Unicorns, Fallen Angels, Devils, Fey
Length: Full Novel
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This scene Is the first of when Karsten, our Stallion unicorn, and Illori, the Mare, get it on. Its early in the book. I had wanted to give you guys a scene with Sammael, the "bad guy" in the book, but this seemed more toward the heart of the book. Anyway. Heres the scene. Read it, then post a comment as to what song you think would work best as background music for it. Winner will win this book in e book format... So ready? Good Luck and I cant wait to see what you guys come up with! Enjoy Karsten and Illori!

She was so innocent. He couldn’t believe his good fortune. The urge to grab her and kiss her senseless was there. He was doing well restraining himself. They walked in silence, Karsten breathing her in as they did. She was beautiful and perfect, and what’s more, she knew she was a mare. Such a rare find, so rare. She stopped them just in front of a building. “This it?”

“Yep.” She opened the front door and led him up the stairs to her door. “I’ve just moved in, more or less, so there’s not much in the way of furniture. I haven’t had a chance to decorate it yet,” she explained letting him in. “I’m lucky enough to have good neighbors, and the view of the Kelvin Gardens is unbeaten.” She smiled wryly at him as they walked into the surprisingly large lounge. “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Not unless the drink is you, Sweetness.” He grinned, pulling her to him and kissing her in a crushing and needy embrace.

She melted willingly into him, moaning into his mouth. Her small hands moved over him, exploring his body. She pulled back, licking her lips. “How can this be? I’ve searched for you. For so long I looked. I didn’t think there was any left here. Are there others?”

He groaned and shook his head. “I have been searching just as long, believe me.”
She smiled warmly up at him. “I do.” She licked her lips again tasting him. “So what now?”

The thing of it was, he didn’t know. All roads pointed to making her his, to mating with her, to marking her, to keeping her safe, and to loving her. “I don’t know. Every fiber of my being is telling me to take you, make you moan and writhe for me. What do yours say?”

“They say that sounds like a plan.” She smiled and kissed him again as she worked her coat off. She paused as she threw it to the floor a little unsure.
He grinned and, grabbing her around the thighs, lifted her up. “So do you taste like candy or what, love? You sure smell like it.” He buried his face into her neck, breathed deeply, and groaned.

She arched into him, clearly enjoying his attentions. “I don’t know. I’ve never really...well, we can find out.” She nuzzled him. “You smell like home.” She groaned and pointed to a closed door. “Bedroom’s that way. I need to have you surrounded by my sheets.”

The thought of being wrapped in her scent and her warm sexy body sent him into a frenzy. He had her through the door, into the bedroom, and lying on the bed in seconds. He kissed her chin, cheeks, the tip of her nose, her throat, and her lips as his hands delved under her sweater and T-shirt to the silky skin of her torso. He groaned again and looked her in the eye, “You feel so good, so good,” he mumbled as his hands caught hold of the hem of her shirt and sweater. Lifting them, he exposed her skin and her breasts, encased in a powder blue lace bra to his view. “Saints preserve us, you’re fucking perfect.”

She gasped, blushing as her body arched towards him. “You think?” She smiled heatedly at him as her hands moved under his shirt and she felt his muscles.
He grinned and sucked in a breath as she touched him. The feel of a mare on a stallion’s skin was electric, the touch like cotton. He growled and reared off her. Ripping his sweater off, he went back to her, kissing the uncovered tops of her heaving breasts. His tongue snaked out and he shook his head. “Christ, you do taste sweet. Gods.” He was already lost. His body protested its confinement, but there was no way this wasn’t going to be fantastic for her, he would see to that. She would remember this fondly until the end of their days, and it would not be because he was a rash, unfeeling oaf. He was resigned to make her purr before he entered her.
Her silky body moved up to him, her hands moving over his bare flesh. “Oh Gods, please.” She shivered. “That feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”

“I don’t plan on it,. You’re too much of a treat.” He smirked. His hands went to the button of her jeans and he moved down her body as his fingers unbuttoned and unzipped the denim that fit her like a second skin. He pulled them down, both the jeans and him pooling at her feet. He tossed the offending denim aside and admired her toes, delicately painted a perfect shade of lavender. He looked up the long line of her body, looked at legs that were perfectly shaped and at the small scrap of silk and lace that matched the bra she wore, and he sighed. The mare would be his, and she wasn’t stopping him.

She smiled at him again, blushing faintly as she sat up and kissed him. Her hands moved to his thighs and squeezed up them until she found his imprisoned cock. She blushed deeper. “Oh my.”

He gave her a very male look. “Yeah, you’ll be saying a bit more than that soon enough.” He kissed her again and groaned. His hands went to her tummy and then the soft downy hair just under the lace. She was more than ready for him, her scent changing from cotton candy–like sugariness to peppermint, reminiscent of a candy cane. He was going to enjoy her for decades and eons to come. His fingers skimmed the top of the underwear just as his mouth found her nipple peaking out a rosy, almost orchid color from behind the offending lace.

“Oh, Karsten!” She arched into his mouth. Her hands moved over his back, running her nails lightly over his flesh.

He hissed into her, the feeling of her touch overwhelming. “Yeah, you’re going to be saying that a lot, Ori, I promise you that.”

“I hope so.” She wiggled urgently under him. “You need help getting my bra off?” She teased, giggling as her slender foot found his crotch and massaged it carefully. She wiggled her arms out of her sweater and pushed it farther up but left it there, not taking it over her head.

“No, no. I like it just where it is. I like the friction of it between your skin and my tongue.” He smiled and went back to nibbling and licking her skin, both in and under the bra. “And you better be nice or this won’t last long enough for you to enjoy it, and I so want you to enjoy it.”

She grinned down at him gasping. “You know best, and I am enjoying myself.”
“Yes, but you will enjoy this a lot more.” His fingers hooked under the tiny string sides of her underwear, and he slid them down a bit, her hips lifting of their own accord for him to remove the cloth. She was indeed ready, but he wasn’t ending this so quickly. She was a rare treat, one he intended to savor fully. “Ummm, look at that,” he said absently as he admired the now exposed small junction between her legs. Not a single line marred her skin, the only modification was the tiny star bellybutton ring. He grinned. She likes stars? “You like stars?” The sparse hair between her legs was trimmed neatly, as if a present to him, for it was his favorite, seeing it presented so. He looked up to her, waiting for her answer to his question.

She beamed. “I do. They remind me of better times. Why, do you?”

He smiled and kissed her. “You’ll see,” he said, his hands now on her perfect skin. “I want to make this last, sweetness. I need you and I am not sure I will last at the rate this is going.”

“I know. I need you so much.” She kissed him nuzzling at his face. “I always have.” She trembled under his touch. “Please, take me,” she whispered pleadingly.
He groaned. He could never deny her, regardless if the mark would take or not. He wasn’t sure if she was his mate, only sex would show the truth, and that meant marking her, and the mark taking. It scared him that she may not be, but the upside was that they would have each other and not be alone. Either way, he won, just one was better than the other. Here’s to hoping my luck holds out. He kissed her. His hands went to his pants, quickly opening them and getting them off his thighs. He waited, letting her accept him or deny him. It was part of the courtship, and as much as she might be out of her mind with lust and need, it didn’t mean she was going to except that part of him.

Looking down at him, she shivered and wet her lips once again with her pink tongue. She moaned and scooted her leg over him so he knelt in between her legs, her thighs glistening with moisture. “Please, Karsten, hurry.” She rubbed her cheek against his, mixing their scents.

Oh, God. She was accepting and willing, and she was already marking him herself. It was all too much for him, and he grabbed her hips and lifted her, bending down to kiss her thoroughly. His left hand held her hips up to him, and she voluntarily wrapped her legs around his hips. His right hand slipped between her thighs, and her wetness coated him. Still of mind to make her purr before he had her, he stroked her softly, his thumb pressing on her clit, a finger now slipping inside her.
“God, yes!” she cried out, her spine bowing, as she came hard around his finger, her body clenching on to him tightly. She moaned, riding his finger as her orgasm rode her. She kissed him as he continued to work on her clit. “Mmmm, perfect.” She purred lazily and looked up at him, her eyes heavy with contentment, the urgency now out of her actions. Her breathing hitched again. She was well on her way to her second coming—literally.

That’s it, baby, he thought as he worked her, reluctantly removing his hand from her willing flesh. He positioned her above his cock, hard and riding high on his belly. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, cradling him in her heat, and there was no better feeling. His eyes locked with hers, and he brought his hand to his mouth and sucked the finger he had inside her, just as he swiveled his hips and slipped inside her. She was wet, willing, and yielding but tight, and he went slowly, waiting for just the right moment. He smiled around his finger and thrust deep into her. “My God, you feel like heaven and smell like sweet sin.”

Wincing, she hissed. Her body was shaking with need. “Gods, don’t stop.” She swallowed hard. “So big.” Kissing him hard, she moved her hips experimentally and moaned into him.

“That’s it. Accept it. You’ll be getting it a lot.” He set a slow and devastatingly deep rhythm. She was so wet, so damn welcoming. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, nipping at her skin.

She cried out. Her hands moved over his back, pulling herself closer to him. “I hope so,” she whispered into his ear as he rode her, her legs tightly around his waist. Her featherlight kisses moved over every inch of him she could reach, her labored breaths tickling over him more urgently.

“Ummm, God, that’s it. You do taste so good, you know that?” he whispered in her ear as he took her. “You’re mine, Ori. All mine. So long, I waited so long.”
“Yours.” She smiled breathlessly at him. “Finally. Been far too long, and you’re mine, Karsten.” She dug her nails a little into him to emphasize her point. She sobbed. Her body so very close.

“Then come for me, sweetness. Show me you want me.” He swiveled his hips and lifted hers higher. “Show me you always want this.”

She screamed, coming tightly around him. Her body shook and stiffened as the waves of an orgasm washed through her. Her nails dug deeply into him as she clung to him, unable to breathe.

“Gods, love!” He grunted before following her over the brink, and he filled her, surging within her. He panted and nipped her earlobe. “All mine. Well, soon anyway.”
She shuddered and relaxed back on the bed. “No, now. Yours.” Her cheek moved along him, and she licked a few beads of sweat from him. She beamed at him before nuzzling him more forcefully. “Mine.”