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Check out Rachel Leigh‘s Explicity English!
Laura Markham needs to forget – just for awhile. Be someone else for change – live as her parents will never have the chance to. And for Laura, that means leaving the City for the English countryside and doing just what the hell she feels like…wherever she feels like doing it…
British stockbroker, Stephen Cambridge knows by going home to his country retreat two days early, he’s likely to surprise his contracted interior designer. And when he finds out she’s the woman who performed the solo masterbation show for him on the inward bound journey, Stephen will do anything to further convince her to miss outward bound train and stay with him forever…
His gaze locked with hers for a long moment before he tipped her a wink, completely disarming her once more. Absurdly attracted to him, Laura didn’t even feel nervous—just unbelievably turned on. It was like she knew him, trusted him. Attraction grew and burst into flame behind her ribcage when he levered himself up on the arms on his chair with the ease of a gymnast on the parallel bars. Her gaze hungrily fed on the tendons and muscles of his bare forearms as they tensed. Strong, capable, and incredibly sexy.
He took his time, looked first in front and then behind. No hurry. Calm personified. Laura smiled. You’d think this kind of thing happened to him every day. But the telltale flash of color high on his cheeks and the way his hands tightly gripped the chair’s arms showed he was as anxious for the party to start as she was.
He eased back into his seat. “It appears to be just you and me.”
Laura smiled. “Great.”
Excitement pumped blood a little faster through her veins, her pussy twitched, and her nipples tightened. Revelling in the feel of her damp panties against moist lips, Laura slid two fingers into her mouth and wet them with her tongue. Round and round, in and out. A faint smile played at his mouth but his eyes belied his feral interest. They watched her with just the right amount of sexy anger. As though he’d like to slam her up against the window and ram his rock-hard cock deep inside her.
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Check out Jocelyn Modo’s First Heat!
Shifter lion Kissa Alassane has finally gone into heat and she has never been consumed by such raging lust. Too bad her lioness is demanding she mate with Venor Brun, a tortured and deadly male with a dark past.
Too bad she can’t keep her hands, lips or any other part of herself off him. They must mate three times to complete their bond. Just once can’t hurt, she figures, just once to soothe her aching need and clear her head.
When once becomes twice, Kissa flees to Austin, Texas, hoping to lose Venor and others tracking her in the big city. But a pride of rogue shifters is killing and turning humans in Austin, and Kissa finds herself thrust into a full-scale battle for survival. And while Venor may be the only male who can save her, he might be the biggest threat of all…especially to her heart.
Kissa skinny-dipped in the large blue lily pond outside the temple, trying desperately to soothe the burning fire of her first heat. Miun, or shifter lions, loved the water, and right now appeasing her cat was her top priority. Normally her human and cat sides stayed well-balanced. All miun learned how to stabilize their dual natures by the time they hit puberty, but in times of high stress or when emotions raged too high, they had to fight to keep their cats in check. And Kissa’s heat had unstrung her emotions and tangled them into knots.
Her muscles were in knots too. She breathed deep and dove down to the bottom, letting the cool water soothe her overheated skin. Being in the water reminded her of the many days she and Venor had spent swimming in the lake a couple miles away. She squeezed her eyes shut and kicked up to the surface. The moment her thoughts veered toward Venor, her eyes filled with tears.
She didn’t know if the rumors held truth, didn’t know if Venor had been disloyal. Cheating didn’t fit what she thought she saw in him or what her heart told her, but in the last two weeks since he had supposedly left to visit his home pride in France, he had not answered one of the ten calls she’d made while cloistered in the temple. Why avoid her if he’d done nothing wrong? And why lie about where he was going?
He was not in France. Worse, she’d discovered this wasn’t the first—or even the tenth—time he’d lied about his whereabouts. If he was going to lie, avoid her phone calls, then she simply could not trust him. She’d made up her mind, closed the door on Venor.
Letting the water wash away her tears, Kissa swam to the stone lip of the pond and pushed herself up out of the water.
Thank the Goddess for Tan. A friend since childhood, Kissa trusted him with her body, if not her heart. He is a good choice in a bonded mate, she reassured herself, letting the hot August sun dry her human body even while her mie—her cat—paced restlessly inside her, yowling her impatience.
As if he sensed her readiness, her sire, Latif, approached, her list of potential bonded mates rolled into a narrow tube in his right hand.
“I’m ready,” she told him, even while shaking her head at the irony of her statement. Up until five hours ago, the last word she would have used to describe herself was ready. But that was before her first heat had wrenched her from fitful sleep. Now her mie clawed at her insides. Ready or not, she had to choose her bonded mate.
With a nod of his balding head, Latif left to usher in the group of single shifter males who waited in the nearby parking lot. Unable to sit still, she rose on trembling legs and began to pace. Head down, eyes closed, breaths short, she pressed one hand over the pit of fire that burned low in her stomach, the other hand balled into a fist at her side. Her body screamed for release. Cursing, she clenched her pelvic muscles, trying and failing to clamp down on the relentless ache. The deep moan that escaped her lips was loud enough to cover the grass-muffled footsteps of the approaching males, but she could smell the group of twenty, smell their thick, almost suffocating sexual excitement as they circled her.
One male’s scent called to her over the others, drawing her in, triggering visions of what they would be like together. Him thrusting into her as her body clamped down around him, milking him, drawing his seed into her ready womb. Feral heat spread through her already enflamed body, pulsing through her veins, contracting her muscles, taking her breath from her lungs, making her choke and gasp for air.
What was he doing in the courtyard? His name was not on her list of potential mates. Kissa glared at her sire, though she knew he wasn’t the only manipulator of this event. Her dam, Genet, had to have helped. Together they betrayed their only child. Latif faced her with unflinching certainty in his clouded, hazel eyes, unrepentant. She hissed, feeling her parents’ manipulation stab through the walls of her heart. They didn’t believe she could make the correct choice in selecting her bonded mate and the Oakview Pride’s next mane miu, the next ruling male. Obviously, her parents had decided that they knew best.
Refusing the tears that fought to film her eyes, Kissa searched the ring of males. They were all attractive—sleek-muscled, tanned skin, erect cocks—but none was as beautiful as Venor, who stood proudly before her, light brown hair skimming his strong shoulders, pale golden eyes stunning in their contrast to his rich coloring, a soft smile easing the hard angles of his face. Beautiful and heartbreaking.
She forced herself to look away.
Tan was notably absent. Fury built and broke past the haze of heat that clenched her muscles. Her parents had replaced Tan with Venor. She was left with the choice of nineteen males her mie would never accept or the one male she loved but no longer trusted.
Another wave of desire crashed through her. Doubling over, a yowl ripped from her throat. The harsh vocalization rang through the outer court, eliciting growls from the males as they drew closer until their body heat joined with hers to create a firestorm of lust. Oh Goddess, she wanted to drop to her hands and knees and be mounted.
The only thing she wanted more was retribution for her parents’ betrayal, and she used that desire to conquer the other. She would not be manipulated. Slamming her eyes shut, she stamped down the flames of desire, then worked to regulate her heartbeat. Minutes passed, a lifetime elapsed before she could force her eyes open and face Latif.
“You have left me no choice,” she said in a low, hate-filled voice.
Latif smiled as if confident in his control of her, certain that he had won.
Kissa raised her eyebrows and said, “I choose to let my heat pass without mating.”
His face blanked then buckled under the weight of his anger. Eyes flashing, muscles jumping, he lifted his all but bald head to the sky and roared. His voice echoed through the outer courtyard, ringing in Kissa’s ears.
She twisted her lips into a grim smile that exposed her teeth. A refusal to mate was unheard of, but she had the right. Now she needed to seclude herself in the temple for the next four to seven days so that the temptation to mate could not overwhelm her.
Please be four days. Please be four.
Lifting her chin, she turned to force her way out of the circle. One of the males ran his hand down her arm, an invitation. Her nails instinctively shifted to claws. She pivoted and ripped through his face. The male, Devon, stumbled out of the circle, clutching his torn cheek, hissing and spitting. She had a moment of regret—he was her friend—before her claws shifted back to human nails and the circle of males tightened, closing Devon out. Her sire stepped forward, one wild, bushy eyebrow lifting, a smile twisting his face. Whatever he was about to say, Kissa didn’t want to hear it. She took a step back and ran right into the wall of Venor’s immovable body.
“What is it, Kiss?” he whispered against her ear. “Are you frightened because it is your first time?”
His thick arms locked her against him as he gently cupped her breasts. Where Devon’s touch repulsed her, Venor’s felt completely natural, as if she belonged there in his arms. She gasped as memories flooded her mind and drowned her senses. Venor holding her hand on the way to a pride meeting. Venor pressing her against a broad tree trunk and feasting on her inexperienced mouth. Venor promising his life and love to her. No. Tears filled her eyes, making them burn. Her lower lip trembled and she had to bite down on it to prevent a sob from breaking free.
“Release me,” she said, trying to keep her voice firm when what she wanted to say was, Mate with me.
“Please don’t be afraid, ma chaton,” he whispered.
She used to love it when he called her “his kitten”, but he had no right to claim her. Not anymore.
“I cannot promise there will be no pain in our first joining, but I will take care to please you.”
He rubbed his body against hers, marking her with his scent, claiming her, warning all other males away. She hissed at the feel of his hard body sliding against her slick, overheated flesh. When he pinched and rolled her nipples, her resolve weakened and broke. Instinct overtook her and she pressed herself against him, undulating with need, purring at the feel of his arms around her, the dense scent of his miu—his lion.
No. Stop. Don’t do this. Don’t.
But she didn’t stop, and he hummed his satisfaction when she rolled her hips and went up on her toes so that the length of his erection filled the seam of her ass. The heat of his breath stirred her hair, sending pinpricks of pleasure over her scalp. Oh Goddess, she needed this, needed him. She’d never last four days. She couldn’t last another four minutes. And if she were honest with herself, she would admit her need for Venor did not come only from her mie, but also from her all-too-human heart. She wanted him. Loved him. Despite her decision to reject him, no other male would do. Her little rebellion—telling Latif she wished to let her cycle pass without mating—had turned into nothing more than posturing.
Venor buried his face against the side of her neck and nipped her. The sharp sting made her mewl as if she were the kitten he’d called her. He released an arrogant chuckle. Obviously, he sensed the change in her, knew what she refused to say—she accepted him. Angry at his self-assurance, angry with herself for being unable to resist him, she jerked away…and got nowhere. But if he thought she would simply roll over for him, he had another thought coming. Wrapping her hands around his wrist, she raked him with her long nails, breaking the skin. Thick and hot, his blood coated her fingers and she immediately regretted her actions. She was acting like her dam, vindictive, violent.
He didn’t flinch.
With a deep chuffing sound, he nuzzled aside her long hair, bit down at the base of her neck, then flicked his tongue over the tender skin he held firmly in his mouth. Lightning exploded behind her eyelids. Her hair stood on end as she shivered uncontrollably. Her world narrowed to Venor’s mouth, his hands kneading her flesh. She drooped in his arms, her mind folding in on itself. Desire ruled her. Nothing mattered but this. Nothing mattered but him. She couldn’t fight him and her mie at the same time. She was lost to her lust.
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