Things That Go Bump in the Night IV by Ashleigh Raine, J. C. Wilder, Lorie O'Clare Page A
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barely hold herself up.
Ralph pinned her head, holding her in place while he impaled her mouth, her lips tingling while she drooled with a lusty craving for more.
So carnal. Almost rough. His actions made her wild, wanting more even though she gagged on what he offered.
His hands moved down her, gripping her, turning her while she still had her mouth open, still felt the friction from his cock.
“I need to fuck you.” His words rushed through her, her cunt swollen with a fiery ache that craved him. Needed him.
“Yes. Oh. Yes.” She gripped her headboard, arching her back so that his cock pressed into the soft mound of her ass.
She felt his hands on her, spreading her, exposing her while his swollen damp cockhead pressed into her skin until it trailed its way to her soaked hole.
And he wasn’t gentle. She hadn’t expected him to be. Kneeling behind her, he thrust into her craving cunt with a fierceness of possession.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded to know from behind her.
His cock pressed deep inside her, riding her hard and fast.
She shook her head, letting her hair fly around her, taking all that he offered while holding onto her wooden headboard as if she would float away if she let go.
His words floated toward her, drifting on a sea of unadulterated passion, fiery lust, and a love so solid she knew it was here to stay.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the darkness of his frame while he gripped her ass, impaling her with a fury that soared through her hotter than a prairie fire.
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Blue Moon
“You are mine.” She cried out while hot cream exploded inside her, flowing with incredible speed through her, soaking her cunt, her inner thighs, his thick cock.
Ralph growled, making one final stab into her fiery hole. His fingers crushed her with his steel grip while he filled her with cum that branded her with its fire.
She almost laughed, the intensity of her orgasm was that good. Quivers rushed over her body. Without looking, she had found a mate, and the second time around would be glorious.
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About the author:
All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.
The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.
Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.
Lorie O’Clare welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.
Also by Lorie O’Clare:
Full Moon Rising
Lunewulf 1: Pack Law
Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood
Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams
Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature
Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul
Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders
SHADOW HUNTER
J.C. Wilder
Shadow Hunter
Chapter One
As the sun sank in the west, the crowds on Bourbon Street grew rowdier. With each passing hour the average intoxication level per human increased, as did the threat to their lives, not that they knew it. The humans had no clue Death walked among them.
Halloween was one of the prime times for human death at the hands of a preternatural. Until two years ago it had been Rik’s job to keep them safe.
But not anymore.
Rik threaded his way through the steady stream of tourists as he headed for the Chat Noir , a popular restaurant and jazz club in the heart of the French Quarter.
The fragile peace in the preternatural world was tenuous at best, but everyone was on edge. Until the Council of Elders, the ruling body of the preternatural world, dealt
Ralph pinned her head, holding her in place while he impaled her mouth, her lips tingling while she drooled with a lusty craving for more.
So carnal. Almost rough. His actions made her wild, wanting more even though she gagged on what he offered.
His hands moved down her, gripping her, turning her while she still had her mouth open, still felt the friction from his cock.
“I need to fuck you.” His words rushed through her, her cunt swollen with a fiery ache that craved him. Needed him.
“Yes. Oh. Yes.” She gripped her headboard, arching her back so that his cock pressed into the soft mound of her ass.
She felt his hands on her, spreading her, exposing her while his swollen damp cockhead pressed into her skin until it trailed its way to her soaked hole.
And he wasn’t gentle. She hadn’t expected him to be. Kneeling behind her, he thrust into her craving cunt with a fierceness of possession.
“Who do you belong to?” he demanded to know from behind her.
His cock pressed deep inside her, riding her hard and fast.
She shook her head, letting her hair fly around her, taking all that he offered while holding onto her wooden headboard as if she would float away if she let go.
His words floated toward her, drifting on a sea of unadulterated passion, fiery lust, and a love so solid she knew it was here to stay.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the darkness of his frame while he gripped her ass, impaling her with a fury that soared through her hotter than a prairie fire.
62
Blue Moon
“You are mine.” She cried out while hot cream exploded inside her, flowing with incredible speed through her, soaking her cunt, her inner thighs, his thick cock.
Ralph growled, making one final stab into her fiery hole. His fingers crushed her with his steel grip while he filled her with cum that branded her with its fire.
She almost laughed, the intensity of her orgasm was that good. Quivers rushed over her body. Without looking, she had found a mate, and the second time around would be glorious.
63
About the author:
All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.
The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.
Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.
Lorie O’Clare welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.
Also by Lorie O’Clare:
Full Moon Rising
Lunewulf 1: Pack Law
Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood
Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams
Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature
Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul
Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders
SHADOW HUNTER
J.C. Wilder
Shadow Hunter
Chapter One
As the sun sank in the west, the crowds on Bourbon Street grew rowdier. With each passing hour the average intoxication level per human increased, as did the threat to their lives, not that they knew it. The humans had no clue Death walked among them.
Halloween was one of the prime times for human death at the hands of a preternatural. Until two years ago it had been Rik’s job to keep them safe.
But not anymore.
Rik threaded his way through the steady stream of tourists as he headed for the Chat Noir , a popular restaurant and jazz club in the heart of the French Quarter.
The fragile peace in the preternatural world was tenuous at best, but everyone was on edge. Until the Council of Elders, the ruling body of the preternatural world, dealt
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