Very Much Alive (19 page)

“Up, up and away.” Kir bit down on Logan’s shoulder, sucking up a mark.

Logan reached between their bodies and began fingering her clit as she began the slow climb to orgasm once more.

Logan came first, shooting inside her with a drawn out moan. She wasn’t far behind him, and from the sounds of it, neither was Kir.

They collapsed onto the elevator floor, Logan and Kir gently easing her down, careful of her shoulder.

The sound of applause echoed through the loudspeakers. “I’d give them a nine point five, if I wasn’t scarred for life,” Val’s voice said.

“Are you kidding? The elevator thing is so cliché.” Travis’s voice was full of laughter. “I give them an eight.”

“Ew. Just…ew.” Magnus’s voice sounded disgusted. “I have to go home now and scrape my eyeballs out with a grapefruit spoon. For the love of humanity, put some clothes on, people. And what the hell is wrong with you? Haven’t you heard of, oh, beds? Christ, I run to the monitor thinking Grimm has you and get to see Kir and Logan’s naked butts. Dumb asses. Don’t you people watch horror movies?”

It was very hard to dress a man when he was laughing so hard he started crying, but somehow Jordan and Logan managed it.

Epilogue

A small spider sat, watching in the darkness as the room was cleaned of blood. The janitor knew
something
had gone down in the room, but hadn’t questioned Frigg’s directives, thanks to a judicious use of apple juice.

Cold bitch
. The others were feeling the full force of her wrath as she took out Baldur’s desertion on them.

Inside, Grimm chuckled. He knew they’d think he’d flown out the window when he’d opened it. It meant he’d had time to curl up in a little crack in the cinderblock, giving his body time to heal, completely undetected.

He had a number of things he needed to take care of. Starting with Vali, and ending with Baldur and Loki. And Tyr.

Tyr, perhaps, would be the first to die. Without him, Gungnir would revert back to Grimm. The thought that Tyr might have passed it on briefly crossed his mind, only to be dismissed. Tyr wouldn’t give it away lightly, not after he’d just taken it back from Grimm.

Yes. Once Tyr is gone, time will be on my side. After all, I have all of it.

The spider sat in the crack in the wall and spun his plans…

Travis stared down at the bloodied face of the woman he’d pined over for years. He hadn’t dared to touch her, not wanting to bring her grandfather’s wrath down on her head.

But Grimm had hurt her anyway.

For that alone, the other god would die.

“Travis?” Her voice was broken, barely a pained whisper, but he heard it.

He heard everything she said, whether she knew it or not.

She could barely open her eyes. She looked so small and fragile in the bed, it broke his heart. She licked her lips. “Travis, is that you?”

“I’m here, Jamie.” He took her hand in his and held his rage back by sheer force of will. He wanted so desperately to brush back her hair, but Fenris had seen to it long ago that he couldn’t.

He could no longer blame the Wolf for what he’d done. Grimm had been manipulating all of them, even back then. He hoped Logan had succeeded in freeing his child from Grimm’s chains.

His attention returned to her as she moaned. “I’m here.”

And you’ll never be alone again.

About the Author

Dana Marie Bell wrote her first short story when she was thirteen years old. She attended the High School for Creative and Performing Arts for creative writing, where freedom of expression was the order of the day. When her parents moved out of the city and placed her in a Catholic high school for her senior year she tried desperately to get away, but the nuns held fast, and she graduated with honors despite herself.

Dana has lived primarily in the Northeast (Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Delaware, to be precise), with a brief stint on the US Virgin Island of St. Croix. She lives with her soul mate and husband Dusty, their two maniacal children, an evil ice-cream stealing cat and a bull terrier that thinks it’s a Pekinese.

You can learn more about Dana at:
www.danamariebell.com

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Taken

© 2009 Anya Bast

Anne’s morning starts like any other normal day—and ends in a race for her life. The surprise that interrupts her regular date with a latte looks a lot like Frankenstein, except this monster is for real. And it chases her straight into the arms of two mouthwatering hunks who whisk her away from everything she knows. That would be Earth.

Suddenly life isn’t so normal anymore.

Caleb and Van have been watching Anne for several weeks. Women are scarce in their world, a situation that sometimes forces two or more males to share one wife between them. Anne is their perfect match. Now all they have to do is convince her of that—while trying desperately not to let their intense desire for her scare her away.

Then there’s the little matter of protecting her from the Guardians, who want to make sure no match is ever made…

Warning: Contains explicit language, ménage a trois sex scenes and big scary monsters

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Taken:

Van gave a low, throaty laugh that gave her goose bumps. “It’s something Caleb and I have done often, shared a woman. You’re different, of course, more meaningful to us. All the same, we will take the lead. And once we’ve started”—he raised his hand another inch, until his index finger touched her cunt—“you won’t be worried about the
logistics
anymore. Just leave that to us.”

Gah part two
. Her mind stuttered for a moment before she could form a coherent thought. Okay, so where was the downside again? It was…er,
where?

“Uh, okay.”

Van gave her a slow, sure smile that made her feel warm and a little achy.

Caleb leaned in and kissed her earlobe. “In the bedroom where you woke up, there is a door leading to the bathroom. Stay here, finish your meal, then go there in about five minutes.” Van and Caleb slid from their seats and left the kitchen.

Oh God, what was she doing? Had she seriously just agreed to have sex with the two men who’d abducted her that very morning? What the hell was going on in her head? Was she completely hormone blinded? If she was, could she be blamed? She shook her head and stared out the kitchen window at the perfectly idyllic scene beyond it. Right now, she was alone. If she wanted, she could get up, leave the house and walk out into the forest. Of course, then she had a host of other problems. What alien creatures lurked in those surrounding trees? Where was the portal anyway?

Was there even a portal at all?

And, by the way, what healthy, unattached, red-blooded woman with a positive attitude about sex let an opportunity like this slide past? It’s not like she would be betraying someone she’d left behind. Her career had dominated everything in recent years, though she had been dating fairly steadily. She was just…picky. A man had to be really special in order to compete with her first love—the law. She hadn’t met any man yet who had challenged that primary passion of hers.

So why not play?

Portal or no portal, coma or no coma, she was not going to allow this opportunity to pass her by. She pushed her bowl away, stood and walked into the bedroom where she’d awoken. Candles lit the round room, casting a rosy, flickering glow over the satin bedclothes of the large, round-shaped bed she’d slept in. A fire burned merrily in the hearth.

The bathroom was large with fluffy rugs covering the tiled floor. A huge bathtub took up one corner. The warm water within softly circulated with the help of gentle jets. Caleb and Van were nowhere to be seen, but surely they had been the ones to fill the tub.

She shed her clothes and laid them over a chair in the corner, near a standing shower. There was a black hair clip on the counter and she twisted her long hair up and secured it so it wouldn’t get wet. Then she walked up the steps to the tub and sank into the welcoming water. Anne couldn’t stifle the deep groan of pleasure that issued from her throat as the heat entered her muscles and relaxed them.

She had just rested on one of the ledges circling the inside of the tub when Van entered the room wearing only a towel. Caleb followed soon after, also dressed in only a towel. The light in the room was dim, but she traced each of their chests, shoulders and arms with her gaze in the time it took them to cross the room and reach the bathtub. Caleb was leanly muscular and smooth of chest, whereas Van possessed a smattering of golden hair. Both of them had broad shoulders, narrow hips and washboard abs. Both of them were any woman’s fantasy fodder.

Van whipped his towel off and slid into the water. She got only a glimpse of his cock, nestled in a tangle of gold hair, sculpted thighs and a curved, perfect ass. Caleb entered the water more slowly, dropped his towel at the edge and sliding down into the water. It gave her a chance to check him out fully. She loved what she saw.

This moment, with the gazes of these two men on her so hungrily, made up for much of the hardship and stress she had endured throughout the day.

“Do you like the water?” Caleb asked, as he eased to one side of her.

“It’s incredible. It’s different in some subtle way from the water I’m used to.”

Van moved to her other side. He pushed a few escaped wet tendrils from her hair clip over her shoulder and studied her face for a moment before speaking. “It is naturally cleansing water. You do not need soap. Also, it has minerals in it that will relax your body and help you sleep,
cara
. You will need extra sleep for a while after having gone through the portal. It’s a sort of inter-dimensional jet lag.”

“Uh, huh.” Her thoughts were miles away from the bath water.

Both men leaned in at the same time to kiss along her throat and nibble under her ear lobe. Her breath caught in her throat and her body began to tingle. In unison, their hands moved over her body. Van touched her breasts and Caleb slid his hand up her thigh under the water.

“I-I thought you guys wanted to bathe me.”

Van gave a throaty laugh. “We’ll get around to it…eventually.” He played with her nipple, gently brushing his fingers across it until it responded and hardened. “Tell us you don’t like this. I dare you,” he murmured.

“Uh. It’s true I feel very good around you both. I feel safe and not at all self-conscious and very,
very
horny.”

Caleb took her hand and placed it on his erect cock. “It’s the chemistry between us. You’re not the only one feeling it.”

She closed her fingers around him and pumped. Caleb let out a groan that made her cunt pulse with pleasure. He forced her mouth to his for a possessive kiss.

At the same time, Van slid his hand down from her breast to her stomach and then to her thighs. Gently, he urged them apart and slipped up to touch her. Her breath hissed out of her, heating Caleb’s mouth, and she shivered despite the warmth of the water. Van found her clit and rubbed. It responded instantly to his touch, growing swollen and exquisitely sensitive.

Caleb sealed his mouth over hers once more and also slid his hand between her thighs. While Van stroked her clit, Caleb found the entrance to her cunt and slid one, then two fingers inside her. She moaned against his tongue, feeling the stretch of her most intimate muscles as her body adjusted to his invasion. Having both their hands on her at one time was beyond delicious. Van seemed to know just how to touch her, just how to tease her clit to the edge of orgasm. Caleb eased his fingers in and out of her in a perfect rhythm. It was almost as if the two men were communicating in some way to make sure they timed their movements in the best way to drive her crazy.

If the tube’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’…

Close Encounters

© 2009 B.H. Dark

Odilia is a nice planet. The sky is purple, the grass is yellow, the property prices aren’t that bad. But reproduction is painful, solitary, and asexual. Which is why the Odilians find the recently discovered “X-rated” disks from Earth so fascinating. And why the money-making scheme they’re hatching is so brilliant.

The plan is simple: abduct four Earthlings and juice them up on a heady pheromone cocktail. Then plop them in a variety of titillating holographic scenarios and market the results as reality entertainment—for vast profits.

The four chosen humans are strangers to each other, but not to life’s disappointments. Leandros, a lounge singer who’s never committed to anything longer than an Elvis medley. Eve, an interior designer who’s living a life much more beige than bold. Beau, a laid-back car mechanic who wants more from life than oil changes. And Cassandra, an innocent debutante who’s learned most of her sexual know-how from self-help books.

As unwilling—okay, sort of willing—stars of the Odilians’ budding intergalactic porn empire, the four of them consider their options. Relax and enjoy the ride? Try to escape?

How about fall in love?

Warning: This book contains voyeuristic aliens, hologram cowboy orgies, big dildoes, disco, and gratuitous use of the word “baby”.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Close Encounters:

“Oh my.”

Cassandra blinked and stared around her. Somehow, she was in a perfectly square room, sitting on a heart-shaped bed. Thick red shag carpeting covered the floor and walls. And there was a…