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Sneak Peek at Hunter's Bounty
This is my very first Paranormal story. I hope you enjoy it!
“How
ya doin’ over there? Are you still with me?” She’d been so still for the last
hour or so and the sun was rising fast. He needed to find a motel for them to
crash for the day. He was looking forward to feeding his little vampire. He
knew she was just as turned on as he’d been. He felt it in their connection.
“Yes,
I’m still with you, but not for much longer.” Her body slumped over in the seat
with her head leaning against the window. He could see her cheek smashed
against the glass in the side mirror, and he chuckled quietly. To be so tough
she looked almost innocent in sleep.
“I’m
gonna get off this exit. I saw a sign for a motel a little ways back. You just
rest while I handle this stuff. I’ll have you in the bed in no time.” That was
his plan. Of course, he wanted her awake for the ride, but he could wait until
she woke up. It would be murder on him, but he could wait.
He
pulled into his assigned space in front of their door and stopped, noticing she
was softly snoring. Nothing louder than a whisper, but it made her look
vulnerable, and that meant he would have to protect her, not the other way
around. He already knew that was a fight in the making with her, but makeup sex
was just as fun as any other. He carried in the backpack and hid the weapons
under the backseat. Next was carrying
Lana inside. He opened the door slowly, so she didn’t fall out; he caught her
head in his hand and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her inside. “Yeah,
you’re one tough cookie aren’t you?” He said into her hair as he carried her.
She needed to feed and quickly, so he woke her up enough for her to understand
him.
“What
do you want? I’m sleeping here.” She turned away from the sunlight peeking in
between the curtains.
Devon
immediately drew the shades which gave it a night effect. He hung the ‘Do Not
Disturb” sign on the door handle, so there would be no interruptions. He went
back to his little vamp and settled in beside her. He nudged her a few times,
trying to wake her.
“What?
I’m sleepy.” She barely had her eyes open, but she was eyeing his neck.
“You
need to feed, Lana. So I need you to wake up just enough to do that.” He wanted
her awake for more reasons than one, feeding was just an excuse. He knew she
could only resist the blood lust for only so long and he was counting on it. She
pulled her head off the pillow, just enough for him to cradle her and bring her
closer to him. He watched as her eyes went from brown to black and her fangs
dropped down. “That’s it Lana, take all you want.” He turned his head, waiting for the small
sting of fangs piercing his skin. The sting that would ignite a flame between
them both. He couldn’t believe the pleasure he got from feeding her. It was like she was tapped into him on a
sexual level without having sex.
She
licked his neck and kissed his flesh softly, then bit into him. He felt it
immediately, the blood lust sparking to life inside her. He felt her being
overwhelmed by it. She sucked harder and small whimpers escaped her.
“I
need to take you now, Lana.” He was rock solid and ready to go. He felt her
energy flaring to life from his blood and smelled her sex. She was on top of
him in a split second. He knew she was allowing him access to her body. Access
he would take advantage of. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper,
gaining access to her wet core. His fingers searched for her tiny little clit
to rub it in tiny little circles. She was so wet he had no trouble finding
anything. His fingers glided through her arousal as he slipped two fingers
inside her.
She
lifted her pelvis and rode his fingers while she finished sucking his blood. He
felt the smooth rasp of her tongue closing the wounds, then he flipped her
underneath him.
“Let’s
get these clothes off of you.” He lifted her, pulling her shirt over her head.
“Lift up honey.” He pulled her jeans down off her legs and tossed them to the
floor. The only thing left was a small scrap of silk. He pulled them aside,
ripping them and his tongue went straight to her clit. “Damn, I needed to taste
you.” A sharp cry left her lips as he swirled his tongue around her clit. He
finger fucked her getting her ready for him.
“Devon,
please. I need you now.” He backed off the bed and quickly stripped his jeans
off, ripped his shirt over his head and crawled back on top of her. “You ready
darlin’? I can’t be easy, not right now.”
“Yes,
please, just shut up and fuck me.” Her hands were grabbing his ass, pulling him
to her.
He
situated himself between her legs and aligned himself up with her tiny hole and
pushed inside her until he was fully seated. “Dammit baby, you feel good.” He
pulled out and slid back in again in one hard thrust, making them both moan.
“Don’t
you dare hold back on me, sport. I like it rough.” Her eyes were still black,
her fangs still down and he could see his blood in the corners of her mouth. He
could almost still feel the suction of her feeding, turning him on.
“In
bed, you call me Devon or Sir, and Nothing in-between. Do you understand?”
“Yes,
Sir.” He noticed the hesitation in her voice.
He
held her by her chin and stared into those midnight eyes. “Do not try me or you
will be punished.” She jerked her chin out of his grasp. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good
girl.” Now I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. He raged
inside, thrusting at a thunderous rate. Filling her over and over, giving her
what she wanted, what she needed. Her greedy little hole fit him like a glove,
massaging his cock on every stroke. He lifted her legs above his shoulders and
pounded into her. “Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you so hard your
teeth rattle.” The only sounds in the room were that of his grunting, her
whimpering and flesh slapping flesh.
She
lifted her pelvis meeting him stroke for stroke. “Is this all you’ve got? Why don’t
you fuck me like you mean it, Sir?”
He
stared into those bottomless black eyes and took the challenge. Pushing one leg
back over her, giving him more access to her pussy, she inhaled sharply as his
dick penetrated her, almost to her womb. He snuck a hand between them and
reached around to put it her ass. “Ohmigod! Devon! I’m gonna come!”
“That’s it, come for me, baby.” She shattered
in his arms, her body shaking and trembling. After letting her body calm down
he reluctantly pulled out of the tight hot grip of her pussy.
He
was still hard, so, he said, “Let’s see what you’ve got.” He lowered her legs
and flipped them over with her on top.
She pushed up from his chest, threw her head back and began grinding
herself on his cock. He grabbed her hips, moving her up and down as he pumped
into her from below. He could truthfully say he’d never been with anyone
better. Lana was truly an original. Her groans of pleasure made him even hotter.
He growled, spurring her on. “Touch yourself, baby” He wanted to see those
delicate fingers make her writhe.
Her
hands caressed her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “Fuck me,
fuck me harder. I need you, Devon.”
“Hang
on.” She dropped to his chest and he rolled them back over, pinning her
underneath. His eyes met hers and a hunger blazed between them. A hunger that
couldn’t be satisfied with just one round of sex. He would take her over and
over until they both were so sated they couldn’t move.
Her
legs clamped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass. “Yes, give it to
me Devon.”
He
loved the sound of his name falling from her lips. “Say it again.” He gazed
into her eyes, the connection becoming even stronger. He could get lost in the
bottomless depths of her eyes. Her head lolled back, her mouth opened, showing
the tips of her fangs. Dammit, that was sexy as hell.
“Give
it to me, Devon.” She moaned his name.
“You
got it, baby.” His strokes became wild and frenzied. Wild with passion and gone
was his careful control. His heart beat at a maddening pace, thundering against
his ribcage. The scent of her arousal filled the room. He breathed her in,
loving the way she smelled.
Her
nails bit into his flesh, making him slam into her balls deep over and over. He
felt her orgasm building. Her inner walls quivered and her muscles all
contracted. He snaked a hand between them and rubbed her clit, tiny whimpers
left her lips until her eyes rolled up in her head. Her delicate inner muscles
massaged his cock, making him lose control. Then she let go, falling into
oblivion, her body shimming and shaking.
He felt the telltale sign of his own orgasm
coming on. The tingle in his spine, his balls drawing up and his muscles
bunched together. He paused and roared out his release. His last two pumps were
halting and jerky, and felt good as hell as his seed filled her.
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Interview with Lani Rhea
Thank you very much, Bonni, for allowing me to take over your blog today!
Though Louisiana Moon will not release until Nov. 5th with Lyrical Press, I’ll be gracious enough to give you fine readers an insight to the story…
BLURB:
Wanted: Royal blood. Bounty: An action packed, sexy, suspenseful tale.
After losing her parents to vampires, werewolf Kristina Knight spends her life protecting humans from the bloodsuckers. Saving Darin James from the Truce Brotherhood adds fuel to the vampire coven's wrath. When Ryant Starga, her former lover, appears under the pretext of protecting her, Kris isn't ready to trust him again--especially not after he made his choice clear years ago.
As leader of the vampires, Ryant is driven to protect Kris not only because of their past connection but because, now, the Soulscapes are out for her blood. If they succeed, the soul demons will rule the Darkworld--and no one will ever be safe. Ryant has a plan to convince Kris she needs his protection, but it all goes badly awry when, in spite of the years separating them, he's unable to keep his hands and mind off her--or the human Darin James out of the picture.
With Darin overstepping boundaries, will Kris and Ryant rekindle their love only to lose it again?
Warning: Vampires, werewolves and humans--oh my!
~*~*~
Sound like something you would like?...I thought so. *grin* Now it’s time to read deep. Absorb the scene Kris is going through.
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Excerpt:
Her jaw worked, and her nostrils flared. “I hate you.”
Pain, the emotional variety, shot through his chest to the area she’d bit. “Good. This should make you want to get the job over with faster.” Ryant looped a finger over the loosened knot of his tie and tugged the knot undone. The fine silk draped his neck.
“Why on earth would I help you or any other blood-sucking bastard after what happened to me…to my mom and dad?” Her voice cracked with agony the words produced.
“I told you before. Vampires did not kill your parents.” He pulled the strip of silk free from his neck and tucked the material into his back pocket.
“Every thread of evidence pointed at your kind.”
“My kind… had no hand in the murders. I will defend them to my dying breath.”
“That may not be too far off if you don’t get the hell out of my house.”
Pushing off the frame, he stood in a wide stance. Tilting his head, he studied Kris down the length of his nose. She’d never bowed out from an argument. He traced his tongue across the elongated points of his fangs, aroused by the sexual tension which thrummed through his body. Her feistiness and defiance had always been his undoing.
“I told myself when I came face to face with the infamous Mr. Launders, I would tear out his throat. Your minions have been calling and showing up at my office for weeks. Hounding me for weeks. In your name--on your command. You’d better keep a leash on your pet monsters. Stop wasting my time. If any of your minions harass or stalk my clients, I’ll stake their asses.”
“I’ll pass the word around when I go back. Thanks for the warning.” Ryant paused, started to speak again, but let her heated remarks dangle in thin air. Then a thought accord, some passion toward him had to stir somewhere inside her or he’d be dead by now. The image he had seen playing in her mind proved that much. But whatever desire remained in her, bitterness tainted it.
Inside, he laughed a harsh regret. She still held vampires responsible for the death of her parents. She’d turned from the truth, believed only what she wanted. Stubborn and resistant, his Kris hadn’t changed.
Her heartbeat sped a notch faster with the strength of her convictions. Even her hate was preferred over her indifference.
Under Bonded Contract on Amazon
BIO:
Lani Rhea, lover of coffee and married to her high school sweetheart, lives in the heart of Oklahoma. She has four children and loves animals. Lani is always up for a challenge and enjoys mixing romance with all genres that spark her interests. You can find her either reading or writing. She would love to hear from you. Find her on Facebook. To catch up with her crazy blogging visit her blog. Follow her on Twitter, too!
Thanks so much for stopping by today! I hope your day is full of awesomeness! And thanks again, Bonni, for allowing me the chance to kidnap your blog. *grin*
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