NEW RELEASE! Anom'tan 3: Walking at Sundown (ADULT EXCERPT)

Anom'tan 3: Walking at Sundown
Erotic Urban Fantasy
L. Shannon - http://lshannon.net/
Cobblestone Press - http://cobblestone-press.com/
February 22, 2008

Blurb
Mated sex demons, Mayce and Spyce visit a paranormal sex club in search of a vampire who helped abduct their fellow Synn demon, Flayvor. What begins as interrogation edging with a need for revenge shifts and becomes more. Dante's lifetime of torture has created the perfect submissive, perfect to be their third if only they can teach him how to thrive under their loving dominance.

Excerpt
Mayce waited until the vampire began across the room, before grabbing Spyce and dragging her into a hard kiss. They came together with a crash and sparred for dominance that neither would truly gain. The battle was one Mayce lived for. Passion flared and he was rock hard and aching for her in seconds.

Never one to deny himself pleasure, he shoved her back until she hit the low wall around the pool area. “Lose the clothes.”

“Make me.”

He growled and let his magic burst outward, dissolving both his and her clothing. He hooked his arm under one thigh, opening her, but instead of a fast fuck like he’d originally imagined, he exposed his mind to her and they became one in thought and action. She reached between them, stroking his throbbing erection, rubbing the head over her wet entrance. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed in, reveling in her passionate response when she arched backward, trusting him to support her upper body.

Then she was all liquid movement, writhing against him, working herself over his thick length. Her inner muscles tightened, as she rocked her hips upward and locked her thighs around him. Her orgasm hit fast and left him gasping to join her. He cradled her tight against his chest and rolled his hips, drawing out and slamming back into her body. The trembling remains of her climax rushed him toward his own peak.

Growling, he burrowed his face into her hair and nipped at her ear and the soft place beneath it. Her face turned upward and he captured her lips. She tasted of deadly temptation, of the darkest spices known to any realm. No, not of spice, even if she was named such. She tasted of soul—his soul. She was everything to him. Without her he would die a slow fading death. She was life and passion. Spyce was his world.

And you are a poet. Now quit waxing eloquent and fuck me already.

I love you, Spyce. He so much more than loved her. He breathed her. But instead of pointing that out, he complied and fucked her, deepening his strokes so that he was withdrawing almost to the tip before driving back into her. Pleasure built, setting his blood on fire. The deep ache grew too, throbbing, demanding, until the moment came and his panting breath choked him.

“Yes!” Spyce screamed and they came together.

They took a few moments to regain a firmer footing on the earth as well as to reform clothing. Then they turned their focus on the vampire who had just watched them fuck without saying a word.

Spyce caught Mayce’s hand as they crossed the room. He was awfully quiet and look at his face. It is as if he has never seen sex before, but running a sex club and having toys such as he does, he must have a great deal of experience.

Perhaps he did not expect to see love between us. That might have been a surprise. Mayce saw exactly what Spyce had mentioned. Dante’s face was carefully blank, but his eyes held a longing that spoke more than any lips could. This vampire had needs that had never been met or at least had gone neglected far too long.

Pain slivered through Mayce’s memories. He’d once been that alone. Even tascing mortals with sex and finding orgasm time after time would never fill the void left raw and aching for love and acceptance. In that moment, he wanted to offer some of that gift to the vampire. Perhaps we can fulfill some of his needs.

Don’t forget, love, we are about to question him. Such interrogation could dance at the edge of pain.

Ah, but our Dante likes that. Mayce released his mate’s hand and faced Dante. “Did you enjoy watching?”

“Yes.”

Mayce caught Dante’s jaw in a hard grip. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, master.” The emotion flared and then faded, leaving the vampire’s blue eyes cold and dead.

“Very good.” Mayce released him and stepped back to examine the sexual tools hanging on the wall beside the post. First he would push Dante past the living death where he now existed and then they would bring him back to life, rebirthed through pain and pleasure. “Tell me what you saw, while Spyce binds you in place.”

END EXCERPT

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