Mr. and Mrs. Monster by Kelly Ethan Page A

rolled out.
    She panted as she pushed herself against him, using her powerful thighs to lever herself up and down, trying to extend the powerful wanting, craving, that boiled inside her. She dug her claws into his backside, causing him to jerk and rock mindlessly against her. She began to tremble, fighting the orgasm. Fighting to extend the feeling of balancing on the edge of passion.
    Damien growled and sank his own lengthening fangs into Kyla’s upper breast. She came with a violent shout. All nerve endings raw, exposed. Craving more. Damien thrust then roared like a lion instead of the wolf he was.
    Kyla collapsed against him. She swore she’d blacked out for a few moments after they hit the ground. Tremors rocked both of them. Damien rolled to his side and pulled Kyla in tight, spooning her close to him.
    “Who knew you were a snuggler?” she managed to gasp. “Do you suck your thumb as well at night?” Kyla was glad no sign of her volcanic eruption showed in the strength of her voice. She’d never hear the end of it otherwise.
    “Hush, evil wolf, or I might just find something else to shut your mouth with.”
    “Promises, promises, but it’s all about the follow-up.”
    He reached for her. Slid his hand down her arm until he clasped her tightly. “Well, get used to it. After this fiasco, I’ve decided I should hang around for the next few centuries and keep an eye on you. With the amount of trouble you get into, you need a partner.”
    Fighting down the need to retaliate at the slur on her capabilities, she focused on Damien. Partner indeed… “Maybe I could stand it for a little while. As long as you know who’s on top.”
    Kyla gave up the fight and pressed in for a kiss. Her lips softly lingered on his, and Damien’s breath fanned over her skin like a gentle breeze. Shivering, she pulled back and stared at him, considering. “Hang on. Was that a proposal, wolfman?”
    He smiled and shifted her more fully into his embrace. “Guess it all depends on the answer, doesn’t it?
    Kyla flashed her teeth in a bared grin and flexed her nails sharply against his shoulders.
    “Just call us Mr. and Mrs. Monster.”

 
     
    Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:
     
    Vegas Mythbehaving: Mr. Muse
    Kelly Ethan
     
    Excerpt
     
    Chapter One
     
     
    “She caressed his strong, iron shaft with her delicate virgin fingers, all the while trembling in pleasurable terror.”
    Missy snorted in disgust at her purple prose. Damn it, this sex stuff wasn’t easy—especially when you’d split with your cheating husband. Besides, what was the big deal? A stuck his appendage in B and most of the time, B faked it.
    Resting her head in her hands, Missy tried to picture something romantic. Anything! Hot sold books. Sales meant money in the bank and security. She thumped her head on the desk. “Heat, sizzle. Vavoom. Think, Missy.”
    Walks by the beach, chocolates, flowers… Argh. None of it made her want to rip her clothing off.
    Her agent had demanded hot sex scenes. Sizzle sold and her normal, close-the-bedroom-door scenes weren’t selling in the current market. One reviewer went as far as to call her an old prude. Old. So she’d gone ahead and tried to put the sizzle into her writing. Now the damn book wouldn’t flow right.
    Anyway, after her divorce, what did she know? The only orgasms that raced her way were the ones her vibrator, Mr. Happy, gave her.
    “Okay, girl, suck it up and get on with it.” Missy started again, but her purple prose sat there blinking, mocking her. Staring up at the beige roof above her, she sent a mental prayer to the heavens. Please, please, send a Muse here. Because unless I can write scorching sex scenes, I’m out of a job.
    Breathing deeply, she rested her hands on the keys, closed her eyes and let the words flow out of her mouth.
    “The blunt head of his hard, twitching erection drew her. Mouth moistening, she imagined slaking her thirst with the single bead of cum that