Themes: Urban Fantasy, Futuristic, Multi-cultural/Interracial
Release Date: August 2016
Author: Anne Kane
Publisher URL Changeling Press – Erotic Fiction
Snake may not be the nicest guy you ever met, but he has his own code of honor, and he does everything in his power to live up to it. Keeping his hands off his Sergeant’s sister-in-law, no matter how sexy she is, is definitely in the code.
Wren has the hots for Snake but is frustrated that he can’t seem to see her as anything other than Dee’s kid sister. When she sees him sneak out after dark, she suspects he’s going to meet a lover and follows him, determined to finally make him see her as the mature sexy woman she is. Unfortunately, things don’t go exactly according to plan. She manages to get herself captured and Snake is forced to come to her rescue
Snake stalked slowly toward her, a lethal mix of grace and feral strength. The light of the full moon played across his face, highlighting the scars from hundreds of fights. His cheeks were angular, the chin solid and unyielding. Mothers warned their daughters about men like Snake, men whose eyes were haunted with the memories of things best left unsaid.
And yet, what captured Wren’s attention was his mouth. Warm. Sensual. Sinfully tempting. She got goose bumps just looking at his mouth. The imagined feel of those lips on her skin sent her libido soaring.
A shiver of sheer longing went through her as he reached her and wrapped his brawny arms around her. Snake lowered his mouth and a low groan escaped her lips, a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. Their breath mingling, he ran his tongue the length of her lips, demanding entrance. She complied without hesitation, melting against his hard body.
He had endless patience. Taking his time, he held her close as he explored the inside of her mouth. Starting off gently, as if he were afraid to spook her, his touch quickly became bolder, more urgent. His tongue delved aggressively, investigating every inch, taking possession wherever it touched.
The feel of his body pressed tight against hers sent shivers of desire careening up Wren’s spine. The hard length of his cock pressed into her belly, teasing her, inviting her to imagine all sorts of sinfully naughty things. She wriggled suggestively, loving how it felt to grind herself against the tangible evidence of his desire.
She’d wanted him for so long, waited impatiently for him to see her as more than just the kid sister of his buddy’s woman. Finally, just when she thought it would never happen, here he was, his hands busily tugging at the stays holding her shirt closed. It didn’t take long for him to figure out the string fastenings and bare her breasts to his gaze.
She hadn’t bothered with a bra this morning, reveling in the feeling of freedom that came with the loose fitted top. Her breasts stood at attention under his hungry gaze, the tips puckering at the measured flick of his tongue. Darts of liquid fire danced down her spine as he settled in to worship the sensitive mounds with his mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth across her flesh causing her to whimper with need.
God, that felt so good!
Wren reveled in the sensations washing through her, loving the way her body responded to Snake’s touch. Soon though, the need for more overwhelmed her. She pushed him away and quickly divested herself of the rest of her clothing, tossing the garments carelessly to the ground.
Snake took advantage of the brief respite to shed his own clothes before reaching out to pull her back into his arms. Heat kindled in those dark eyes of his as he wrapped his arms around her, urging her closer. She didn’t resist. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her as she arched into his embrace. Thrusting her tongue into his mouth, she twined it around his, tempting him to do more, to give in to the demon of lust that rode them both. He opened his eyes, staring down at her and she saw the raw desire burning there.
He laid her down on the soft grass, stretching himself out beside her. As he smoothed his hand over her belly, Wren felt a familiar molten heat ignite deep inside her. Only this time, it would be different. It wasn’t going to end in frustration. Snake was here with her, touching her, preparing to make love to her.
Her breath caught in her throat as the big mercenary trailed his hand across the exposed skin of her mound, bared to the cool night air. Darts of erotic flame danced deep inside her, anticipation making each touch of his fingers all the more intense.
She’d waited so long for him to notice her, to make a move, to take her up on the endless parade of silent invitations she’d thrown his way over the last few months. She was a grown woman and she knew what she wanted, but Snake had taken what felt like an eternity to come to the same conclusion. She let out a low moan as his fingers explored the soft folds guarding her entrance.
She wanted Snake to be hers, and she intended to have him. Tonight was the first time she’d managed to get past his stoic you’re-off-limits attitude and she didn’t plan to waste the opportunity. Dampness gathered at the apex of her thighs as he continued to stroke his fingers through the delicate folds of skin.
She sucked in a deep breath as his thumb grazed across the hard nub of her clit. Naked lust flared with every touch of his hand, every slide of his tongue along hers. She couldn’t get enough of him. Running her hand down the smooth length of his cock, she marveled at the sheer size. This was what she did to him, how his body reacted to her presence, her touch. The heady intoxication of her power over this rough, tough mercenary flooded her.
She circled his shaft with one hand, slowly tracing the length of it. Long and thick, it pulsed under her eager fingers. Snake twined his fingers in her long hair, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he urged her toward him.
Mesmerized by the sight of his shaft bobbing gently in front of her, Wren flicked her tongue out to taste the single drop of pre cum glistening on the flared head. He tasted salty, and impatiently male.
She scored her tongue along the slit in the tip and was rewarded by a strangled oath from above. He said something, but she couldn’t quite make out the words.
It didn’t matter. She knew what he wanted.
Sliding her mouth over the thick head, she sucked his massive cock in and swirled her tongue around the shaft. Tasting. Teasing. The sensation of having him helplessly in her power added a heady edge of excitement. After all this time, she finally had him right where she wanted him.
$Naked and hard.$
Every move of her tongue, every nibble of her teeth brought a reaction. She bobbed her head back and forth, sliding it over the rigid shaft. Slowly, she increased the speed, experimenting with the pressure of her lips until he let out a frustrated oath.
“No!” The sound exploded from him in a single breath. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
He pulled himself out of her mouth, and Wren raised her head to look into his eyes. The stark expression on his face rocked her. She wondered at the strength of character it took to stop at just that point.
Then he scooped her up in his arms, his mouth coming down to devour hers, and all rational thought vanished. Again. He tended to have that effect on her.
Laying her gently on the ground, he traced her curves with reverent fingers. “I spend every night dreaming of you, of what I would do to you if you were mine.”