Between a Rock and a Hard-On
What happens when you mix a half-dragon, a pixie and a little sex magic in a wooded park on Halloween? Neither Bram nor Twyla have any idea but when it all comes together the magic explodes in a frenzy of hot sex and sizzling romance. Excerpt: Bram hurried through the woods. His human guise was still in place but he made use of his extra strength and speed to move faster and with less effort. Damn the mayor for catching him and wanting to chat just as Bram had been trying to leave. He was sure he’d missed the ritual by now and Dana was going to be pissed. A scream ripped through the night. Since it was coming from the ritual glade, Bram broke into a dead run, shedding all pretense at humanity. His claws lengthened and his teeth slid down and into place. He pulled off his shirt to let his wings unfurl and his skin hardened into a pattern of bronze colored scales. His sister might be in that glade and nobody was going to hurt her and live. Not while Bram was alive to do something about it. He burst into the clearing and felt a moment of relief. The ritual was apparently over—there was no crowd in the glade. Just three men and one woman. Fuck. Make that one woman and three satyrs. One of the bastards had just ripped her shirt open and two others were holding her feet, spreading her legs wide for their friend. “Leave. The. Woman. Alone.” Bram threw all of his power into his voice, knew the human’s ears would be ringing, but if he saved her from being raped, that was a small price to pay. “Go get your own.” The satyrs didn’t even turn and look at Bram. One of the ones holding a foot was jacking off with his other hand. The one in the middle pulled the woman’s running shorts down to her knees before ripping them apart with both hands. “This bitch is ours.” “I don’t think so, goat-boy!” The woman was still putting up a fight, even though she was pinned and outnumbered. “Sooner or later you’ll have to let me up and then I’m going to rip your intestines out and dance on the remains.” “I said, let her go!” Using his full dragon’s roar, Bram bounded into the clearing. One of the satyrs finally looked at him and screamed, dropping the girl’s ankle. “Dragon!” The others looked up at that and all of them paled. Bram exhaled smoke through his nostrils. “You’ve got two seconds to run. After that I’m having goat for dinner.” He let a small stream of flame escape his mouth. Two of them fled even before he finished his sentence. The third one, probably the one in charge since he was the one on the woman, just straightened and glared. Blood dripped down his face. Good girl, she’d apparently busted the bastard’s nose. Bram huffed out a little more flame. “One.” The satyr growled something unintelligible, then dashed off into the underbrush after his pals. Carefully, Bram approached the altar stone. “Miss, are you all right?” She twisted a bit and moaned. As he walked, he resumed most of his human appearance, leaving claws and teeth in case the bastards came back. “Miss?” He got close enough to see her, saw that her hands were chained to the base of the rock, leaving her laid out on the altar defenseless. God knew he wasn’t a sicko like the satyrs, but the position was inviting as hell, especially with her big, full breasts bared to the sky, the nipples drawn into knots, whether from fear or cold. Then he noticed the long white-blonde hair and groaned. “No fucking way.” It was. As he leaned over her, wide green eyes gazed up at him. It was the witch from the mayor’s party. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Are you all right?” There was blood on her torso and he carefully wiped it away with the shreds of her shorts. His arousal was inappropriate, but overwhelming. He wished circumstances were different so he could pause and play with the sexy little diamond barbell piercing her navel. “Not mine.” She was twisting under his touch, almost as if she wanted—more. “I think I broke the leader’s nose.” “Looked like it,” he agreed, trying to will away the massive boner in his pants. “Are you really a dragon?” Looking into those eyes, he couldn’t lie to her. He might have to do something about it later, but right now she deserved the truth. He turned so she could see his wings. “Half. My mother was human.” “Cool. I knew you weren’t a real vamp the moment I touched you.” Okay, she was at least a witch and he breathed a little easier. She was no stranger to things that went bump in the night. She closed her eyes for a minute and hummed, still squirming. “There was sex magic here tonight. Can you feel it?” “Like a drug shot straight into my veins.” Thank the gods she felt it too. At least now he wouldn’t have to apologize for the hard on. The sight of her offered up like a virgin sacrifice sent all the blood in his body straight to his cock. “Me too.” She gave a little laugh. “There’s so much oozing off the rock I can’t even feel the steel in the cuffs anymore. Katie’s coven had to pick tonight to try that. I don’t suppose you’re into bondage are you?” His answering moan echoed through the clearing. “Goddess help me, I am.” “Maybe you wouldn’t mind helping me out then? Right now I don’t think I could walk, even if you could get me loose.” “You want me to fuck you?” This couldn’t be happening. He didn’t want to think he was like the satyrs, taking advantage of a helpless female. “Only if you want to. But goddess, I wanted you right there at the damn kiddy party. Now it’s all but unbearable.” “We should get out of here.” He was already unbuttoning his pants. “After.” She lifted her feet to the rock and bent her knees to widen her legs. Bram caught a glimpse of neatly trimmed pale curls. Damn, she was a natural blonde! Then he caught a whiff of her musk and no force in the world could have kept him from burying his face between her thighs. |
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