My Sexy Saturday #16: When Will I Be Loved

Welcome to more of My Sexy Saturday! Today's theme is shifters, and I just happen to have a hot one named Raoul Marchand, from my novel When Will I See You Again. The seven I am sharing with you today is a scene between a  young Raoul and Jamie, in their private spot on the beach, on Halloween night, after they left the party behind. Enjoy! Don't forget to see who else is sharing this week!

When Will I See You Again

Raoul slid both fingers in up to the first knuckle, scissoring them, stretching the guardian muscle in order to relax it. They’d done this so many times, he could easily have mapped the interior of Jamie’s body, blindfolded.  The process of making Jamie ready for him never took long; he knew just how much Jamie needed to be stretched in order to accommodate his wolfen girth. Neither one had ever had another lover; from the beginning, they’d been a perfect fit.

 He bent his long fingers, inserting them all the way, reached for Jamie’s prostate. Jamie arched his back in pleasure, pre-cum seeping from his cock; the blond shivered with expectation.

“You feel ready, baby, are you ready?”

“I’m ready.” His breath came in ragged gasps as he situated himself, using his thigh muscles to hold him steady as he maneuvered over Raoul’s shaft. He grasped it, positioning the cockhead by his opening.

Jamie paused. Raoul looked up at him, their gazes locking.  “I love you,” Jamie murmured in a voice that shook with emotion, just before he impaled himself.

Raoul gasped, feeling himself sheathed in the warmth that was Jamie. Tightness and heat and everything that made life worth living—Jamie was all of that and more.

“God, I love you,” he blurted out in reply. He reached for one of Jamie’s hands, twining the fingers together as Jamie began to rock on his cock. Back and forth he rocked, with a heated urgency. “Oh yeah, just like that… keep going, just keep going…”

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Guest Blogger Alicia Nordwell

Good morning! Happy Saturday! Please welcome my friend and fellow author, Alicia Nordwell, whose first  book, Pricolici, was just released! Alicia, have a seat, I'll make something to drink. Go ahead and start if you would.

The Questions

1)      You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

The Professor, you know from Gilligan's Island? Cause frankly, I love smart men and he was pretty damn smexy. I'd smack him upside the head if he tried to make coconut phones, but I'm sure he could rig up a solar battery for my kindle that I'd just have to take to keep me busy while he figures out how to get us out of there. (I couldn't help, obviously, the sun is so not my friend! I'd be on a palm frond pallet under the treeline.

2)      Which musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that musical are you?

I don't like musicals, so I really can't say.

3)      Take these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:  bounce,  committed, breakfast

I bounce in his lap, my back arched. His hands clench on the headboard, giving me free rein to take what I want. He'd teased me for hours last night, left me wanting, my need unquenched. My dreams had been full of erotic scenes.

Now I have the power. I'd considered teasing him but need committed me to my course. I drive him hard, taking what I needed.

"Soon?" Miquel groans.

I gasp when he thrusts up. "Now!" We groan together.

I slump against his chest. He smells spicy and good. My stomach rumbles.

"Time for breakfast?" I ask hopefully.

4)      You’ve just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you want. Who do you fuck first and why?

Oh gods. Hands down, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser. I don't like other reds (being one myself) but jeez, Gabaldon created one incredibly hot and sweet man. I like his 18th century machismo too, it's cute.  Plus, he wears a kilt. Easy access!

5)      What is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?

We're lame, after 15 years together it's usually dinner and time without our bratlings. 2 weeks ago he got off work early and texted me 'Hey, you know what? We could go to the dump together, like a date! Just the two of us!' Yeah. Suave is his middle name.

6)      When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?

Same time? Seriously, usually I get a vague 'Oh I should write a story with this *insert element* and sit down with a document and start writing. The characters come as the story comes. I don't think I even a bio for them until I've gotten a chapter or two into the story.

7)      If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?

I guess a younger Susan Sarandon. I love her attitude and well, frankly, I'm a smartass.

8)      Who’s your favorite horror villain and why?

Umm ... No. No favorite horror anything. *points to self* BIG giant wuss.

9)      Do you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?

Not a real one, lol. Though I don't think I'd say no to a hot, manly Highlander ala Jamie Fraser from Outlander!

10)   Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?

Nah, I don't think I can get out there too much more. I had one guy get a bite taken of him by a Carthera that kept threatening to eat him.

Story Blurb:

Forced out, Tucker was vulnerable and alone. Betrayed by his haitas, he unknowingly drove straight for Pricolici territory. Their alpha claimed him, as a hultan and his mate. Tucker didn't believe him ... at first. Facing an attack from Stelian's ancient enemy, Tucker found out what he truly was.

Powerful.

Excerpt:

“Did someone try to hurt you on your way here? Were you attacked by a human?” Stelian’s voice was a low snarl.

“No!” Tucker clenched his hands into fists.

“Shane got lucky then.”

Tucker tried to stay calm and ignore his resentment at the lupe’s obvious belief that he was too weak to protect himself from anyone. “I can handle the humans and if you’ll just let me go, then my freaky pheromone problem won’t affect anyone in your haitas either. I’ll leave right now.”

Stelian’s nostrils flared as his hands slid over his lower stomach toward the waistband of his pants. “What makes you think they haven’t already? That I’m not thinking about bending you over that table and mounting you right now?” Stelian smirked at him.

 He shuddered a little at the heat in Stelian's voice, and the look in those fierce eyes.

Shit! He hadn't really noticed but Stelian had moved closer as they talked, inch by slow inch. Amazingly, Stelian was only several feet away, and Tucker could feel the alpha’s aura flowing toward him. He hadn't realized his awareness of the lupe’s power was gone until that moment. Stelian dominated the room even without the power that reinforced his place in his haitas.

"Don't worry, you're in my territory now." There was satisfaction in Stelian's voice. "If your haitas didn't know what they had, then it’s not my place to enlighten them."

"What they—” Tucker froze when Stelian stalked around the table. He grabbed the chair and slung it sideways. Stelian’s huge hands slammed down on either side of Tucker and his arms made a cage, penning Tucker when the smaller lupe would have tried to bolt.

"Oh yes. You're very special," Stelian said as he bent down to drag his nose up Tucker's neck. A stinging bite at Tucker's ear and a low growl stopped him when he tried to jerk his head back.

"Don't."

Tucker froze at the order from a voice laced with the wolf's growl. The ache he’d felt earlier from the bartender had nothing on the way he felt from the suddenly overwhelming surge of lust that emanated from Stelian.

Something welled up inside him and Tucker felt his eyes shift. Everything became sharper and clearer when he saw through the eyes of his wolf. He knew his normally murky green eyes now shone as golden as the larger lupe's.

Entranced by the angles and shadows he'd missed with his human eyes, Tucker stared at Stelian's dusky skin where it stretched tight over his sharp cheekbones. The Pricolici were mostly old lupes that had emigrated from Romania. They’d passed that coloring on to their pups. Stelian’s Romanian blood gave him a deep skin tone and even the yellow eyes of an excited werewolf looked natural on him, as if he was never fully human.

Tucker couldn't help but lick his lips as he stared at the strange lupe's strong and handsome face that matched the hard, muscular body he’d been pinned against earlier. All lupes were stronger than they looked, but Stelian was taller and more heavily muscled than the biggest male in his old haitas. Unbidden, the power inside Tucker poured forth and met Stelian's aura.

There was a sensation of blending, a mingling of two different yet similar forces. Stelian’s hand was hot against Tucker's neck as he tugged at his chain, pulling his face closer to Stelian's. The lupe's breath puffed against his lips, only inches away from Tucker’s. It startled Tucker and he jerked away, his power snapping back inside him like a rubber band as his chair tipped over backward.

Additional info:

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Thank you so much for stopping by, Alicia! Pricolici was one damn hot book, I'm here to tell you. I loved these guys, and I know you will too!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie

Silve Flash: Scent of a Wolf #1

Happy Wednesday! Hump Day, which means it's time for another bit of flash fiction, brought to you by the friendly authors at Silver Publishing! This week's prompts are all courtesy of our lovely leader/Prompt Diva Ryssa Edwards:  "We can't let this continue." or Use the following elements in your story:  a rainy day, an all you can eat cheeseburger buffet, a bulletin board with only two words on it


This week, because the prompts didn't work out with Lust Never Sleeps, I started something new, but never fear - Darryl and Sawyer return next week! This week, meet Jareth and Cameron in The Scent of a Wolf. I hope you enjoy it!

Scent of a Wolf #1

Cameron Lowell turned up the collar of his light-weight jacket. He knew it wouldn’t help. Water seeped inside anyway, dripping down his neck, chilling him. He didn’t mind getting wet, not if it was a good honest warm rain, but this cold drizzle stole into his bones and only served to plaster his long red hair against his skull. Definitely not a good look for him. It had all begun when he’d walked past the bulletin board which served as information central for his dorm. He’d glanced at it from habit—his restless mind demanded a constant influx of new data to process in an attempt to offset boredom. As he glanced through the assortment of ads which ranged from the ridiculous to the inane, everything changed before his eyes. He watched as every single word on every single note on the corkboard arranged and rearranged itself, until only two words remained—beef feast. Words that only he could see, but he knew what they meant, and he could do nothing less than obey the beast within which demanded that he be fed. Being a poor college student meant he had to seize every opportunity which presented itself to him. And this was one of the best.

Marco Polo’s was running its on-again off-again catch-it-when-you-can all-you-can-eat cheeseburger buffet. Like catnip tossed to a cat. Like a red flag waved before a bull. Like a piece of meat thrown at a hungry dog. That latter analogy was the closest to the truth, although Cameron was no dog and he’d be insulted if you even insinuated such a thing.

No, Cameron was a self-respecting werewolf. A great deal of difference between the two.

And if he had to run the risk of getting his fur wet—figuratively, not literally, as it wasn’t the night of the full moon—in order to satisfy the hunger of the beast within, then so be it.

There was one advantage to this infernal drizzle—it discouraged a great deal of the mindless throng who would otherwise be crowding him off the sidewalk. Not that Cameron was one to let himself be pushed around. But his innocuous appearance belied what he truly was—a werewolf of the greatest magnitude. Someone not to fuck with. Despite the pale complexion, the ridiculously long hair, and the soft dark chocolate eyes. You messed with this lone wolf at your own peril.

He could smell it before he approached it—the scent of cooking meat. Personally, he’d a penchant for having his meat raw, but he could certainly enjoy it in its various incarnations, from rare to medium-rare to medium. Anything more than that was burnt in his book, and therefore inedible. Meat fit only to be thrown to the dogs.

Pun definitely intended.

The aroma slapped him in the face when he opened the door, following his nose quite happily into the interior, his stomach making happy growling noises.

********

The building was composed of weathered brick, sandwiched in between others of its kind, nothing to distinguish it from its brethren. Lying as it did in the heart of the downtown area, it was perfect for business purposes.  Its proximity to the vast array of restaurants which spanned the adjoining blocks assured that no one who worked within walking distance would ever have reason to starve. Even the pickiest of gourmands could find food to his liking.

There was nothing on the three-story building itself to indicate its current tenant, but on the frosted glass of the faded green door letters had been etched which also gave no clue as to what business entity resided therein. Solarism Inc. Nothing more.

The man who emerged, briefcase in hand as he carefully locked the door behind himself and his companion, seemed out of place. He could have easily held his own on a business GQ cover, and still have stood out. Impeccably dressed in a grey-checked business seat, complete to gloves, he drew attention simply by existing. His jet black hair was immaculately coifed, every hair in place. He ran a quick hand over it, but the gesture was unnecessary, simply born of habit. His dark eyes were intent, almost to the point of being humorless, and his pale lips did nothing to dispel the illusion, not being upturned in any sort of a smile.

His companion was a marked contrast to his darkness. Dirty blonde hair with bronze tips, warm brown eyes and a ready smile, he was more casually garbed. More in tune with his surroundings.  “My sister keeps asking about you, Jareth.”

Jareth Hammond grimaced in annoyance as he stepped out into the lightly falling rain. The weeping clouds obscured all signs of the sun, giving the appearance that it was much later in the day than it truly was. “Of all the days to not bring an umbrella,” he muttered, half to himself, as the two men fell into step together. “What was that, Shaw? Oh yes, your sister. You know that she holds no appeal for me. At least you should by now. Tell her something that will satisfy her apparent need to couple with me, and get her off my case, will you please?”

“Like what? You’re getting married?” Shaw Cross couldn’t resist needling the other man. It was just too easy to get his goat. Mr. Serious.

“I didn’t say lie, now did I? Be gentle, but make it clear I’m not avail—“

Shaw waited for the rest of that word. When it wasn’t forthcoming, he glanced toward Jareth. The man seemed transfixed, nose up, inhaling intensely.

“What the hell’s got into you?” he asked, watching in amazement as the normally staid businessman seemed about to burst with something.

Jareth’s pace increased; Shaw had to trot to keep up. His eyes looked almost glazed. Was that the beginning of a smile?

Abruptly he stopped, Shaw almost running into him.

“Here!” he announced, pointing at a small restaurant before them.

Marco Polo, the window read.

 to be continued

Don't forget to check out the other fearless Flashers:

Sui Lynn     m/m

Ryssa Edwards     m/m

Catriana Somers     m/m

Lily Sawyer         m/m

West Thornhill    m/m

Victoria Blisse      m/f

Chris Quinton       m/m

Freddy McKay     m/m

Hope  you enjoy our weekly offerings! Have ideas? Suggestions? Comments? Feel free to leave them, we'd love to hear from you!

Until next time, take care!

♥ Julie