Authors: Bailey Bradford
Tags: #Fiction, #Fantasy, #Paranormal, #Gay, #Occult & Supernatural, #Romance, #General, #Erotica, #Fairy Tales; Folk Tales; Legends & Mythology, #Contemporary
Gilbert (21 page)
“Never,” Gilbert assured him. “Now will you hurry up and fuck me?”
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Jihu asked, although it wasn’t really a question. “As it happens, so am I. And I want you on your side, kind of. Twisted, with your top leg up, and your shoulder back so I can reach that spot—”
Gilbert felt like a pretzel until he figured out what Jihu wanted. Gilbert shivered. He’d only fucked someone like this once, and it’d been great. Only great, not awesome or amazing, because it hadn’t been Jihu he’d had then. He caught his top leg in the bend of his elbow and opened his ass for Jihu.
“You’re so incredible,” Jihu said, “I have got to fuck you soon. Soon-soon.”
“Then get on it.” Gilbert was about ready to tell him to just mount up.
“Don’t even,” Jihu scolded, and Gilbert yelped when Jihu slapped his burning ass again. “Be good.”
Gilbert bobbed his head and Jihu rewarded him by slicking lube over his pucker.
“So tight, Gil. This little hole is going to be so tight.” Jihu pushed the tip of his finger in and Gilbert mewled, need clawing at his gut. “You’ve got a hungry, needy ass, don’t you? This little bit isn’t enough for you.”
“It’s not,” Gilbert panted out. “Please please please!”
“Anything you want.” Jihu pushed not one but two fingers into him.
“Ah! Damn it, I—” The image of Jihu’s tanned fingers pushing into his clenching ass hole assailed Gilbert. He had to shove his other hand down and pinch the tip of his dick before he shot all over the place.
Jihu purred and rotated his wrist, showing Gilbert every move he made. “Look at how your ass just sucks my fingers in.” Jihu inserted a third one and Gilbert bowed as his ring was stretched. “You like having me in you?”
Before Gilbert could answer, Jihu touched his prostate. And Gilbert started to stutter, and gibber, and beg.
“Oh yeah, Gil, I’ll fuck you all right. I’ll fill this little hole with my dick and pound you until you can’t walk.”
Jihu’s low tone, the filthy words and images that accompanied them, were rapidly shoving Gilbert to the point of no return. He whimpered and writhed, tensing every muscle he could to hold his climax at bay. Sweat sheened his body and Jihu still kept playing with his ass.
“Four, Gil. Watch.” Jihu pressed more digits into his ass and Gilbert watched through Jihu’s eyes, saw the way his ring expanded and turned almost white with the stretch. “Think I could get my whole hand in there someday?”
Gilbert cried out and squeezed his dick so hard his eyes watered, but it kept him from coming.
“That was a yes, please do it to me someday, wasn’t it?” Jihu pumped his hand quicker, his knuckles bumping Gilbert’s ring, almost pushing inside. “You want it. I want it. Imagine me, putting my entire hand inside you, fucking you with it…”
“Jihu!” Gilbert shouted, sure his mind was melting and fixing to spill right out his cock.
“Yeah, now.” Jihu pulled his fingers out and crawled into place. “Right fucking now!” He grabbed Gilbert’s top leg and raised it up. “Yes!” Jihu snapped his hips and his cock speared into Gilbert’s tender ass.
It was perfect, pain and stretch and pleasure so exquisite Gilbert couldn’t even breathe. Then Jihu raked his nails over Gilbert’s ass and Gilbert did more than breathe, he yelped and started to come.
“No no no no, not yet, not yet,” Jihu chanted. “I just got here!” He growled and started fucking Gilbert, hammering into his contracting sphincter as Gilbert’s climax slammed him.
“Ugh!” Jihu slapped his butt, right at the top of his cheek, and Gilbert bucked as spunk jetted from his slit. “I can’t—I don’t want to—nooooooooooo!” Jihu’s wail broke off as he jammed into Gilbert’s hole. The first shot of hot cum seemed like a brand inside him and Gilbert shook with the force of the claiming.
Jihu pushed and pulled until he was on top of Gilbert, his cock still spurting inside him. Jihu’s bite was sloppy and painful and perfect, and Gilbert’s orgasm doubled in intensity and length.
He thought he was going to pass out, but Gilbert held on to a thread of consciousness because he wanted to hold Jihu. And he wanted Jihu to fuck him again.
“Uhnkay,” Jihu mumbled against his skin. He licked at Gilbert and sucked where he’d bitten, and Gilbert’s cock started taking notice all over again. “You’re insatiable,” Jihu said as he rose up a few inches. “I like it, a lot.”
Gilbert did, too. “We’re perfect for each other.”
Jihu nodded. “That we are, mate.” Then Jihu kissed him and Gilbert gave himself up to the love and need he had for this one man.
Coming Soon from this author at Total-E-Bound Publishing:
Southwestern Shifters: Reverence
Bailey Bradford
Released 1
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October 2012
Excerpt
Chapter One
There came a point where you just had to either accept certain facts, like you were batshit crazy, or reality wasn’t what you’d always believed it to be. Harley Johansen was still trying to figure out which of those truths applied to his situation. He was leaning unwillingly towards the latter and honestly, he thought he’d have preferred to just be insane. Somehow it wouldn’t be as scary as having to accept the existence of supernatural things.
Like werewolves. Freakish things, they changed from people, contorting and twisting around until they were beasts. Harley had seen it happen numerous times since he’d been abducted from his crappy little apartment in Sedona weeks ago. Granted, it’d been men who had grabbed him then. His own fault there, for being a total slut. He’d been lonely and as he often did in such a case, he’d gone out and brought home someone he’d hoped would help chase off the sense of isolation, of being nothing in the world.
What a fucking idiot!
Harley smacked his hand against his forehead. Again. There ought to be a dent in his skull from him doing that. Maybe if he did it often enough, he’d jar something loose in there, like some previously hidden stash of common sense. He’d been warned before that bringing strangers home was a stupid, dangerous thing to do. Well,
duh!
Hadn’t one of the people who warned him of that been a fucking werewolf himself?
Not that Harley had known his trick a month or so ago was a freak. Alex had seemed really hot, lost, too, like Harley often felt. And the guy had fucked Harley like a dream. Then he’d left the next morning and Harley had gone on with his life. He hadn’t mooned over Alex, but had remembered the sex pretty fondly. He’d done nothing to get him involved in the mess he was now in, nothing to be exposed to an altering of his reality that had nearly cost him his sanity. Maybe still would, because sometimes he just wanted to curl up in a ball and rock and cry, like—
“No!” Harley wrapped his arms around himself and huddled bent in the chair. He wouldn’t give up and let the monsters that had him win. Granted, they wanted him to believe they were the
good
monsters, as opposed to the ones that had taken him in the first place. But as far as Harley was concerned, they were all fucking psychotic monsters, unnatural creatures that weren’t man or beast exactly, but a frightening blend of both.
As if thinking about them brought them to him—and it might have, Harley had no idea what powers the damnable things might have—there was a sharp rap on his door. The fear Harley lived with every day spiked higher, right on up to slap his temper awake. Being scared often made him angry, and now was no exception.
Harley uncrossed his arms and pushed up from the chair with enough force the chair tipped over. He almost felt bad; it was a very nice chair and he hoped he hadn’t broken it. Then again, the rooms he was kept in were nice, period. Warm, homey, tastefully decorated—if his apartment in Sedona had looked like this he’d have never left, or at least not often.
Unfortunately the beauty and comfort of his current dwelling had nothing to do with why he didn’t leave it. That reason was because of the jackass still banging on the damned door. Whichever jackass it was. Harley didn’t want to discriminate; all of the werewolves were scary. They were even scarier when they acted so…so fucking human.
Harley gripped the doorknob and leaned a shoulder against the wall. “Who is it?” It wasn’t time for lunch, as breakfast had been less than an hour ago, so Harley knew it wouldn’t be Anya standing on the other side of the door. And it wasn’t laundry day, so not Craig, either.
“Marcus.”
Harley closed his eyes and sagged against the wall. Of course it’d be Marcus, and probably his boyfriend or whatever Nathan was called. He’d yet to have one visit without the other, and Marcus in particularly never failed to make Harley nervous. He detested being nervous almost as much as he hated being scared, so he generally ended up being either extremely bitchy or utterly silent when Marcus and Nathan showed up. He didn’t know how else to deal with his emotions or the waves of power he could feel coming off Marcus. Even if Harley hadn’t heard Marcus described as the Alpha Anax—or the Alpha of all Alphas in North America—he’d have known Marcus was The Boss. The man exuded a dynamic authority that Harley had never seen in anyone else before.
Which was why Marcus was so intimidating.
About the Author
A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are resounds for pounding away at the keyboard, as are the early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain, demanding to be let out.
Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.
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Also by Bailey Bradford
Southwestern Shifters: Rescued
Southwestern Shifters: Relentless
Southwestern Shifters: Reckless
Southwestern Shifters: Rendered
Southwestern Shifters: Resilience
Southern Spirits: A Subtle Breeze
Southern Spirits: When the Dead Speak
Southern Spirits: All of the Voices
Southern Spirits: Wait Until Dawn
Love in Xxchange: Rory’s Last Chance
Love in Xxchange: What Matters Most
Love in Xxchange: Ex’s and O’s
Love in Xxchange: A Bit of You
Love in Xxchange: In My Arms Tonight
Love in Xxchange: Where There’s a Will
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