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Dreaming of Dragons
Happy Holidays, everyone. Sorry I’m posting this so late. We ended up leaving earlier than I planned and we just got home. 🙂 I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and a safe one as well.
I promised you an excerpt from Dreaming of Dragons…well, this one is a NSFW or for little prying eyes. 😉 It’s unedited as well. I’m not sure when it will be out, except that it should be the first half of the year. How’s that for vague? lol
Excerpt: (unedited…of course)
“Soon, love,” George demanded as he thrust his cock through the tunnel Mordred created with his hand.
He bit back the protest as Mordred pulled away from him. Shooting a glance over his shoulder, he saw Mordred open the small bottle of lotion they kept in the bathing room. His lover squirted some of the slick in the palm of his hand and tossed the bottle down outside the pool. George turned back to rest his forehead against the wall.
The flared head of Mordred’s cock rubbed George’s hole. George felt Mordred smooth his hand over George’s spine, encouraging George to push back. He did and Mordred slid home like George’s ass was made to fit him. They moaned as the elf pulled out and slipped back in, easy and gentle.
George groaned. “Harder. Damn you.”
Mordred’s chuckle held a hint of cruelty. Shivering, George clenched his muscles around Mordred’s cock. Mordred pulled out and George forced his body to relax. The elf slammed back in and George cried out.
“You want it hard and fast, my knight?” Mordred’s warm breath caressed George’s ear as Mordred bent over his back, burying his prick deep inside George.
“Yes, please,” he begged.
There was a time when he’d never beg for anything. He would never have made himself so vulnerable, but he’d learned through the centuries that Mordred would never hurt him. Not deliberately to cause pain. Only pleasure.
“You have but to command me, Sir George.”
He tensed his arms to keep from banging his head as Mordred started reaming his ass. George rocked in time with Mordred’s thrusts, causing the elf to nail his gland with every stroke. Tingling spread through his body, dancing along his nerve endings and drawing his balls tight to his body.
“Gonna come, Mordred,” he warned.
Mordred growled. Obeying the unspoken order, George arched his head back, giving his lover access to his throat. He climaxed as Mordred’s teeth pierced his skin and his lover’s prick nailed his gland hard.
Nick of Time
Part Eleven-
Gryphon stared at Pavel and shrugged. “What are we going to do, my friend? There’s something strange going on in this town. When a lycan pack calls a Conclave, you know there is trouble. Wolves are independent to a dangerous degree.”
“Especially this particular pack,” Jess said as he joined the other men in the living room. He grinned at the vampires. “Sorry, couldn’t help but overhearing you.”
“So you thought you’d join us?”
Pavel glared at Jess, but Gryphon detected a small amount of interest sparking in his friend’s eyes.
Jess flopped onto the couch next to Pavel. “Listen, I’m getting the feeling that it’s going to end up being the four of us against the rest of them. No matter what you think, Nick is my family, a member of my pack as far as I’m concerned and I’ll protect him as such. If that means barging into your private conversation, so be it.”
“I told you I’d take care of Nick,” Gryphon growled, tensing with anger.
Jess held up a hand. “I know you did and I do trust you, for the most part, to take care of him, but that doesn’t mean I won’t help out and watch your back. It’s not just humans you have to be careful of. Your fellow vampires didn’t seem all that thrilled with Nick.”
Frowning, Gryphon stood and moved to the balcony doors, watching the morning sun rise. “They didn’t and I’m not sure why.”
“Could it be because of whatever Nick has become?” Pavel crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the floor.
“The thing is I don’t really know what Nick is now. Earl certainly seemed impressed by him though.” Gryphon made a mental note to go and talk to the owner of the bed and breakfast before they left. “What’s different about the Ashton pack, Jess?”
Gryphon wanted to think about something else for a while and trying to figure out what was wrong with everyone else seemed like a good idea. Jess looked up at the ceiling for a second before answering.
“The Ashton pack is headed by an Alpha female like my mom.”
“Big deal. Obviously that isn’t anything new. Though if you knew that why were you surprised when you found out her Beta was female?” Pavel poked Jess’s thigh with his foot.
“Come on, what woman names her daughter Spike? Even if she is a lycan?”
“True.” Gryphon agreed. “But if being female doesn’t make this pack different, what does?”
“The Ashton pack was founded by a mated pair of lycan. The difference is the male can’t shift, even though he is a lycan. He has no wolf shape. They have three sets of twins, one boy and one girl each, except for their youngest. Somehow he ended up being born without a twin. They vigorously protect their territory from any invasion by other packs. The Alpha doesn’t play politics with the other pack and doesn’t bow to the Lycan council. If she called the Conclave, you can believe the issues facing us are serious.” Jess sat up straight, his expression grim. “I’m afraid we might be getting ready for war.”
“War? Quit being so dramatic, Jess,” Nick teased as he walked out the bedroom Gryphon shared with him.
Gryphon snagged his hand and dragged him down onto his lap, pressing their lips together for a good morning kiss. The minty taste of toothpaste had never turned him on before, but mixed with Nick’s own unique spicy flavor, Gryphon’s cock filled and he deepened the kiss.
“Maybe you two should skip the Conclave and stay in your room,” Jess commented with a laugh.
Nick pulled away, stood and went to punch Jess in the arm. “Shut up.”
The ring of the phone blared into the room. Gryphon grabbed it.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Ericksen?”
“Yes, this is he.”
“It’s Earl at the front desk. The Alpha from the Ashton pack is here to see you. I have breakfast ready in the dining room for your friends if you’d like to meet her there.”
“Please let her know we’ll be right down.”
“Certainly, sir.”
Gryphon hung up and turned to look at his friends. “It seems we won’t have to wonder much longer. The Ashton Alpha is downstairs waiting for us.”
Gryphon watched Nick tuck in his shirt as they made their way down to the lobby. How will the other lycan react to Nick? Gryphon was intrigued at the different reactions to his lover. Maybe the Alpha would be able to tell them what Nick was. Still not trusting most humans, Gryphon didn’t want to ask Earl unless no other option presented itself.
“Hello, I’m Savannah Canis, Alpha of the Ashton pack. I hope you don’t mind us meeting you here like this.” The petite dark haired woman stood, holding her hand out to Jess. “You’ve already talked to my eldest daughter, Spike, and this is my eldest son, Rover.” She gestured to the other two people standing behind her.
“Ma’am.” Jess shook her hand and tilted his head, offering her the submission her position as Alpha afforded her. “I’m Jess Henning. My mother is Alpha of the Winston pack. These are my friends, Nick, Gryphon and Pavel.”
Introductions out of the way, they moved to the dining room for breakfast. Gryphon and Pavel watched as the others filled the plates.
Gryphon waited until everyone was seated before asking, “Why have you called the Conclave, Mrs. Canis? Have you had problems with this Parvo virus Jess’s pack is dealing with?”
“Call me Savannah, please.” A puzzled frown appeared between Savannah’s eyebrows. “Parvo? What are you talking about?”
Before Jess could explain, Gryphon said, “We’ll let Jess tell you in a moment. Why did you call a Conclave?”
Spike growled her displeasure at Gryphon’s seeming disrespect, but Savannah shook her head.
“Spike, it’s okay.” She met Gryphon’s gaze. “You’ll hear the details at the meeting, but we have reason to believe there’s a group of humans interested in harming preters. Three lycan were attacked several days ago and they’re positive the humans knew they were more than wolves.”
“How can they know that?” Gryphon rubbed his jaw. “For the most part, preters keep their other natures secret around humans.”
“It was the worst mistake I ever made,” Spike admitted.
Nick of Time-NSFW
Part Nine- (NSFW…hot manlove)
Nick whimpered and shook his head. It had been stupid to think he would have been able to resist Gryphon for long. He rocked his hips, thrusting his prick through Gryphon’s rough grasp and pressing his ass back against Gryphon’s groin.
“Please,” he whispered, meeting Gryphon’s gaze in the mirror.
Gryphon took his hand off Nick’s cock and Nick murmured in protest. He turned as Gryphon stepped back, resting his own hand on Gryphon’s chest.
“Are you sure?” Gryphon ran his fingers over Nick’s cheek. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you into sex.”
Nick smiled. “I guess I’m changing my mind. It’s kind of silly to go back to a platonic relationship after we’ve had sex. Sort of like closing the barn door after the horse got out.”
A confused frown appeared on Gryphon’s face and Nick laughed. Obviously the vampire had never heard that saying. Sliding his hand around and into the hair at the back of Gryphon’s neck, Nick pulled his head down and brushed his lips over Gryphon’s.
“Never mind. Just fuck me.”
A shudder wracked Gryphon’s body before he jerked Nick tight to him and took over the kiss. Nick opened, letting Gryphon swipe his tongue in. Their bodies pressed together and he shivered at the caress of the soft fabric of Gryphon’s T-shirt. He took a step back, grabbed Gryphon’s hand and led the vampire from the bath into their room.
“You have too many clothes on.”
Sinking down on the edge of the bed, he reached out for Gryphon’s belt buckle and sighed as Gryphon ran his hands over his shoulders. He loved the feel of Gryphon’s cool skin against his. His trembling hands unfastened Gryphon’s belt and pants, slipping in to cup Gryphon’s cock while pushing down his pants and underwear.
He ignored Gryphon’s wiggling as the vampire tried to finish taking off his pants. Nick stroked Gryphon’s cock, fisting it and pumping in long sweeps. Soon Gryphon stood naked before Nick and Nick licked his lips, wanting to taste his prick on his tongue. Looking up, he met Gryphon’s hot stare.
“Suck me,” Gryphon ordered.
There wasn’t any way Nick would disobey that command. Leaning forward, he fondled Gryphon’s balls while licking a line from the base to the tip of Gryphon’s cock. He sucked just the flared head into his mouth, humming as he savoring the salty taste of sweat and musk.
Gryphon petted his hair, not trying to take control or force Nick to take more than he wanted. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the bundle of nerves right under the crown of Gryphon’s head.
“Shit.” Gryphon jerked, shoving deeper into Nick’s mouth.
He pulled back, took a deep breath and swallowed Gryphon’s prick down, relaxing his throat until his nose was buried in the curls at Gryphon’s groin. Gryphon froze and Nick could feel the strain caused by his not waiting to take Nick without Nick being ready for it. Nick tapped Gryphon’s thigh to let him know it was okay to move.
With a groan, Gryphon started fucking Nick’s mouth and Nick held on, one hand gripping Gryphon’s thigh. He slid the other hand down to play with Gryphon’s balls, rolling them in his palm and tugging on them to draw a hiss from Gryphon.
He winced slightly as Gryphon’s hands fisted in his hair and pulled. Being caught up on the sensations of Nick’s mouth, Gryphon didn’t realize what he was doing and there was no way Nick was going to stop to tell him.
“Soon, honey,” Gryphon forced between gritted teeth.
Nick nodded slightly, relaxing his muscles even more and massaging Gryphon’s shaft with his throat. His own cock rose up and painted his stomach with wet trails. It throbbed and he knew it wouldn’t take more than a touch from Gryphon to push him over the edge.
Gryphon buried his cock in Nick’s mouth and froze before jerking and flooding Nick with hot salty bitterness. He took everything Gryphon gave him, sucking to get every drop he could.
Falling back on the bed, he thrust his hips in the air. “Please.”
It was all he could say, not caring how Gryphon decided to touch him, but needing that touch as much as he needed his next breath of air.
“Poor baby. What do you want? My hand…my mouth?” Gryphon crawled on the bed and settled beside him.
“I don’t care as long as you touch me.”
Gryphon’s playful growl shivered over Nick’s skin as Gryphon nuzzled Nick’s neck and licked over the throbbing vein there. “If I were to bite you, you’d come without me even touching your cock.”
Nick moaned, his body remembering the intense pleasure and pain of Gryphon’s bites. “I’m afraid I’m becoming addicted to vampire bites.”
“That’s all right as long as they are only my bites you need to satisfy your addiction.”
Gryphon scraped a fang over Nick’s skin and Nick’s cock twitched, his climax dancing closer to the surface with each touch of Gryphon’s teeth. He whimpered when Gryphon moved away from his neck to run his tongue around one of Nick’s nipples. A prick of a sharp tooth made him cry out.
“Maybe I’ll drink from over your heart, making sure you know who claims you now.”
Nick reached out, threading his fingers through Gryphon’s blond hair. “Please, you know I’m yours. Bite me already.”
“But you’re so pretty when you beg, honey.” Gryphon leered at him.
“Damn it, Gryphon. Quit teasing me.”
He tried to roll over on top of Gryphon. It would give him something to rub off against, but Gryphon wouldn’t let him and Nick couldn’t get the leverage for it. He was stuck, letting Gryphon control how he came.
“While drinking from that spot is tempting, I’ll save it for another time.”
Gryphon slithered down Nick’s body, placing a little peck on Nick’s leaking cock. He pushed Nick’s legs wider and lay between them, his mouth sucking up a mark on Nick’s inner thigh.
Nick threw his head back and arched, so close to coming his head swam with the pleasure.
Piercing pain lanced up his thigh straight to his prick. The first pull of Gryphon’s lips around the wound shoved Nick into the abyss. His come shot out, covering his stomach and chest. As he shouted his release, blackness welled up and took him over.
Poetry Train #77
Storm
Part Two-
Another night and you aren’t here. Part of me craves your arms, your heat and your very presence, anchoring me to this house…to this world. The air presses down on me, making my skin tingle, drawing me closer to the door. Cool air blows in through windows I’ve unlocked and opened. Windows you never allow unlocked, especially during the nights when creatures walk the moors unchained.
Clouds billow and roil, the very essence of rage and uncontrollable passion. I watch as they sweep over the land and turn the sky black. I wait, knowing he will appear and call to me. Lightning cracks and there he is, standing on the hill closest to your house. His eyes are on me, cold and guarded. I move closer, fighting the bindings you’ve placed on me. Lifting my hand, I reach out to him and in the next flash of light, he’s standing just outside the wide open door.
In my confused mind, I hear your voice, telling me not to go. You tell me he will destroy me, that he only wants my soul and has no use for my heart. I close my eyes, replacing his image with yours. I see the warmth of your smile and the obsession in your eyes. I hear the caring in your voice and feel the possession in your touch.
I jerk away as one cool finger traces over my cheek and I open my eyes to see that I’ve moved closer to him. The spells you’ve cast won’t allow him entrance to your home, but you assume the locks will keep me in. His pitch black eyes stare into mine and I reach out, caressing his lips with trembling fingertips. He wraps his lips around my finger, sucking me into his moist mouth.
Love and need war in me. He wants my soul and you want my heart. He will free me and you will cage me. His lust brings pain and yours brings captivity. Headlights wash over us and he hisses. I take another step, but you are there, gathering me in your arms and carrying me back inside.
The storm dies and the snap of the lock makes me shiver. I don’t know where the truth lies. Are you my doom or my salvation? Is he my destiny or my past?
What do you think….
Okay, I have to admit…I don’t have a title for this story yet…lol. Maybe you all can help me come up with one. I’m leaning towards giving you another paranormal story. This one will have vampires, werewolves and other other worldly creatures. Maybe an avatar or two…lol.
I wrote the blurb up real quick, so it might not be the best one you’ve read. But I hope you get the idea of what the story is about and will tell me if you think it’ll be interesting. If you don’t think so, I’ll see if I can come up with another story blurb for Thursday. 🙂
Untitled Vampire Story:
Blurb:
Gryphon’s in trouble. Captured and tortured by humans, the ancient vampire is dying. The humans gave him enough blood to continue his torture, but not enough to heal or free himself. He’s on the brink of death when a meal is tossed into his cell.
Nick knows all about the monsters lurking in the dark corners of the world. Unfortunately for him, it’s the humans who try to kill him. Broken and bloody, he’s thrown into a cell with a vampire. Knowing he’s dying, Nick offers his blood to the vampire, willing to sacrifice himself to save the tormented man.
Gryphon accepts Nick’s offer and the first drink of blood will bind them together through a life-changing adventure. The worlds of human and supernatural collide, catching Nick and Gryphon in the middle.
Happy Hunk Day
I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday. Just think…two more days until the weekend.
It’s Friday…
This is a picture of Matthew Mitcham, an Australian diver, who won a gold medal in Beijing…denying the Chinese a sweep of all eight diving gold medals. You can read his story here.
One of the interesting things about Matt, aside from the fact that he is an amazing diver, is that he is/was the only openly gay athelete at the Olympics this year. His mother and his partner were in the stands watching him compete.
The courage it takes to be open about your orientation is incredible and to do it in the sports world, where people tend not to be as open-minded as we would like them to be…takes more courage than most atheletes have.
I applaud Mr. Mitcham for both his awesome performance in winning the gold and his overwhelming courage in being honest to himself and the world about who he loves. Best of luck in the future.
Happy Hunk Day
Happy Wednesday, everyone. 🙂Not much to talk about. Stayed up way too late, watching the convention. I’m not sure why because I get so tired of listening to the reporters dissect every word the people they interview say, but it’s still interesting, I guess.
Did some writing last night as well. A little closer to being finished. lol. Which makes me happy. I have to admit I get to a point in every story I write where I just want it to be done with. It’s not that I don’t like the story or anything, it’s simply that I have a bunch of other characters in my head..demanding I tell their stories and some of them have pretty cool ones I’d love to tell. Oh well, I’ll get to them as soon as I can.
Have a great day, everyone.
Allergies
Allergies copyright c. 2008 T.A. Chase
Part Seventeen- (Not completely safe for work…just wait until Thursday.)
“Umpf…”
Ray landed on the ground with Patches’ twins piling on top of him with shrieks of delight. He wrestled with them, making sure not to be too rough. The rest of the family sat on the deck and watched. Their amused smiles told him they found the fact that the twins pinned him so easily funny.
He squeaked and squirmed as Lucy, Patches’ daughter, figured out how ticklish his sides were. He rolled and twisted, shouting with laughter as little fingers dug into his sides.
Sneeze. Thud. Stars exploded behind Ray’s eyelids as Linus’ head slammed into Ray’s chin. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth from his teeth biting into his tongue.
“That’s enough, guys. Uncle Lou wants his boyfriend to remain whole and not end up in the hospital.”
Ray sneezed again as he blinked up into Rover’s dark eyes. Reaching out, he took Rover’s hand and gasped as the man pulled to his feet without pause.
His head spinning, he felt his knees start to buckle. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and he rested his forehead against the board chest in front of him. Sneeze. Wide hands cradled the back of his head and stroked down his back to cup his ass.
“We’re really going to have to figure out why you keep sneezing around me.”
Ray looked into Lou’s twinkling eyes. He couldn’t help but grin, even while he blushed.
“I don’t know what it is about you. Maybe Lassie’s right about your fabric softener.”
Lou chuckled. “It could be.”
“I think you should take Ray home. He’s passed inspection and I don’t want to risk the chance of the twins breaking something vital.”
Spike stepped into Ray’s line of vision. He moved away and touched his chin. Lou’s oldest sister joined him, pushing his hand away and studying his face on her own.
He searched her face, trying to find what it was about her that scared her siblings. Sure, she was probably very protective of the younger members of her family, but they acted like she would drag them out behind the wood shed and beat them if they angered her. Ray didn’t see that.
Spike was a beautiful woman who would keep her beauty as she got older. There was confidence in the way she moved and strength in her voice. The corners of her mouth held a hint of sadness to them, but he guessed it had to do with her break-up. Yet the longer he stared at her, the darker her eyes became and he saw a flash of something deep within them that made him take a step back.
Spike made an odd rumbling noise low in her throat and Lou answered before leading Ray towards the front of the house.
“It was nice meeting you all,” he called as Lou dragged him away.
“Stop by the bar anytime, Ray. You’ll be welcomed there.” Rover dropped an arm around Spike’s shoulders and squeezed.
“I’ll make sure to save a spot at the bar for you.” Bandit waved and winked.
Sneezing, Ray shook his head. “I like your family.”
Lou didn’t say anything until they were in the truck and pulling out of the driveway. Ray wondered if he had done something to make Lou angry.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Just thinking.” Lou reached across the seat and clasped Ray’s hand. “My family likes you as well. Some more than others,” Lou muttered.
Ray laughed. “Bandit doesn’t mean anything by it, Lou. You should know that. I think he’s just a born flirt.”
“He was born to be a pain in my ass.” Lou shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to him pushing every button I have. I’ll control myself, but he better not lick you again.”
Tugging his hand free, Ray moved as close as he could get to Lou and stroked his hand over his lover’s thigh. “I wouldn’t let him. There’s only one Canis brother I want licking me.”
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to find yourself naked in the back of my truck and I’ll show you how well I can use my tongue,” Lou growled.
Goose bumps covered Ray’s skin at Lou’s sexy growl. Arousal swamped him and his cock swelled. He shifted, wanting to touch himself, but gave in to the urge to see if Lou would follow through with his threat.
He leaned forward and palmed the large bulge at Lou’s groin. Ray squeezed Lou’s cock with one hand and wiggled his free hand under Lou’s shirt, skimming up over firm muscles to pinch one hard nipple.
“Fuck.”
The curse was low and Ray felt it vibrate in Lou’s chest. He removed his hands in a hurry to brace them against the dashboard as Lou whipped the truck onto a dirt road and slammed it into park.
“Out. In back. Naked now.” Lou barked out the orders like a guard dog making warning noises.
Ray’s hand trembled as he fumbled with his seat belt. By the time he managed to free himself and get out of the truck, Lou stood at the back with the tailgate down and his shirt off.
“Shit. Blanket.” Lou started to stalk back to the cab. He pointed at Ray. “Naked.”
Ray bit his lip to stop his moan from bursting out. Guess he poked the primitive Alpha dwelling inside Lou and he was going to find out just how dominating Lou could be. His erection slapped his stomach as he pushed down his pants and underwear.
Cool air washed over his heated flesh as he stood naked and waiting for Lou to come back with the blanket. Lou’s heated gaze touched Ray’s body and Ray swore he could feel each spot those burning eyes hit. Lou spread the blanket out and gestured for Ray to climb in.
He crawled up on the tailgate and made his way farther into the bed of the truck. Lou caressed his ass with one large hand before delivering a hard smack.
“Oh,” he gasped, arching his back and pushing back against the sting.
“On your back, babe.”
Ray rolled over to his back and stretched, his hands above his head, showing off the sheen of sweat on his skin. Lou snarled slightly and knelt beside him on the blanket. Before Ray could drop his hands, Lou captured them in his hand.
“What are you doing?” Ray tugged against Lou’s firm grip.
“Insuring you don’t touch me. I want to taste you all over and we won’t get past your lips if I let you get your hands on me.”
Ray almost swallowed his tongue as Lou wrapped rope around his wrists and anchored the length to a hook at the front of the truck bed. He tested the tightness. If he really tried, he could probably get free, but gentle yanking wouldn’t undo the rope.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll need to wear long sleeves to cover your wrists at work on Monday.” Lou leered at him.
Flushing, he wondered if he should protest or if he was perverted because the thought of being at Lou’s mercy caused him to come right then and there-without Lou even touching him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, closing his eyes in embarrassment.
“Oh, love.”
The rough rasp of Lou’s tongue licking Ray’s skin clean of come drew a quivering groan from Ray. He opened his eyes to see the expressions of pride and lust war for prominence on Lou’s face. Lou’s glowing hazel eyes met his and he flushed again, but this time with desire.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long enough to taste every inch of you. Knowing you want me so much that you’ll come just from the thought of being at my mercy…” Lou stopped, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It makes me crazy enough to lose control, Ray.”
As Lou opened his eyes, Ray saw the wildness he’d seen before begin to swirl in Lou’s gaze. Lou leaned forward to nip at Ray’s nipple and Ray thought he saw a hint of fang. Shaking his head, he told himself it was the overwhelming desire flooding his brain making him think crazy things like that.
He met Lou’s eyes bravely, not caring that he was tied and helpless before this man. He wanted Lou to take him, to dominate and mark him.
“Fuck me, Lou. Tonight, here and now, take me like you really want to.”
Whatever chains that were holding Lou back snapped and the wolf-like howl Lou uttered settled inside Ray like a missing piece of him had finally been returned. Lou straddled Ray, knees on either side of his hips and hands braced to the right and left of Ray’s head.
“You’re mine and tonight you will learn what that means.”
Ray swallowed and nodded, knowing that there was no going back from this.
