T. A. Chase

Wednesday Work in Progress…

Sorry. I meant to post this earlier, but got caught up in other things. 🙂 I thought I’d give you all a glimpse into Rover’s story, Trailing Air. It’s book 4 in the Preternatural series. It needs to be done by Dec. 1st, then it’ll be out early next year. I’m also hoping to put it in print with Love’s Baggage, so that the first 4 books can be in print together. 🙂

Trailing Air copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase

Excerpt-

Rover stretched as he rolled over in his bed. He groaned when he saw the time, not liking the fact that he had to get up earlier than he usually did. Especially after sitting up most of the night listening to everyone discuss what Elwin had told them.

Thinking about the dragon caused Rover’s cock to stiffen, and since he was alone with no one to judge him about his attraction, he ran his hand down his chest to wrap his fingers around his dick. He brought up an image of Elwin’s face with those plump lips.

“Christ! I bet he sucks like a Hoover,” he muttered, closing his eyes and pumping his hand up and down.

He created a daydream where Elwin was crouched between his legs, his blue hair spread out, covering Rover’s groin. It would be soft and silky, which would feel amazing against Rover’s skin. Elwin’s mouth would be warm, wet, and tight around his shaft.

After tightening his grip to the point of pain, Rover started thrusting and in his mind, it was almost like fucking Elwin’s mouth. He rubbed his thumb over the crown of his cock, smearing the drops of pre-cum around the flared head. With each swipe and tug, Rover pushed himself closer and closer to the brink.

Finally, with a hard twist and pump, he came, coating his hand and stomach with come. He lay there, trying to catch his breath.

“Well that was impressive,” a drool voice came from the corner of the room.

“What the fuck?” Rover jumped from the bed and dropped into a crouch on the floor facing the direction of the voice. Snarling, he allowed his wolf to take over and he shifted.

Once his vision cleared, he growled and Elwin chuckled. The dragon leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. He wore jeans and a sweater with some kind of pattern on it. Rover couldn’t tell what color anything was as a wolf, but he could smell and, Gods, Elwin’s scent made him want to bury his nose in his crotch and fill his nose with it.

“Now. Now.” Elwin tsked. “I did knock.”

Rover let go of his wolf, allowing it to slink back into the center of his being. Once he was standing on his own two feet again, he propped his fists on his hips and glared at Elwin.

“When did you knock and how long did you wait for an answer?”

Elwin’s appreciative gaze trailed over him and Rover could feel his cock start taking interest again. He stomped over to his dresser where he dug out a pair of sweats to tug on. Then he pulled a T-shirt out. Once he was dressed, he turned to face Elwin, only to find he’d disappeared.

“Where the fuck are you,” he called.

A laugh drifted from downstairs and he jogged down to see Elwin sitting at the island counter in his kitchen. He sniffed, whining slightly as the fragrance of freshly brew coffee and blueberry muffins hit him.

“You made coffee and blueberry muffins?”

Elwin shrugged. “It wasn’t hard to figure out your maker. I picked up the muffins at the bakery in the town. I set them in the oven to warm again since I wasn’t sure when you’d be getting up.”

“So you’ve been in my house for a while?” Rover wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but for some reason, he wasn’t as upset as he probably should’ve been at a stranger—possibly an enemy—invading his territory.

“Long enough to see how you start your days.” Elwin wiggled his eyebrows and leered at Rover, who sighed.

“Seriously? I know you said you were several thousands of years old, but you’re acting like you’re twelve right now.” He could feel his cheeks heat. Thank God, Elwin can’t read minds. I don’t want the guy to know just how attractive I find him.

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