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A sharp pinch on one nipple was all it took.
Antonio caught her chin and pulled her toward him. His mouth took possession of hers stifling her
cry. Their tongues mated as her orgasm whipped through her body. The whole situation was so carnal, so
explosive. Jane was rocked to her very core.
The spasms eased, and so did the kiss. His mouth gentled, and his fingers in her pussy did the same.
They removed their hands leaving her feeling empty, shattered. Antonio broke the kiss.
 You pleased me very much, Beauty.
She ducked her head, and he slid his arm around her waist then pulled her against his side. With the
taste of Antonio thick on her tongue, she peeked up at Santos.
His gaze was direct, hot. Her eyes widened when he raised his left hand to his lips. His tongue slipped
out to taste her cream, and his gaze turned fierce.
 That was quite enjoyable. Antonio was speaking to Santos.  Aren t you glad you took my advice
and indulged this morning?
 It was unforgettable.
Santos s gaze burned into her flesh, and she looked away. Just thinking about what they d done under
the table was enough to cause her heart to flutter. She d just allowed two men, virtual strangers, to finger
her under a table.
In public.
A rush of yearning moved through her body. Exhibitionism was a secret fantasy of hers, one she d felt
destined to remain unfulfilled. Her pussy clenched. Now, she wasn t quite so sure.
 I don t know about you, Antonio, but I d like to taste more. Santos tossed his napkin on the table.
 Shall we move our tasting upstairs?
She loves them too much to change them. Until they turn the tables on her&
It s Raining Men
© 2009 Crystal Jordan
In the Heat of the Night, Book Three
Every one of Candy s werewolf instincts tells her that Michael is her mate. He s a lawyer smart,
sophisticated, and handsome. The catch? He s gay. There is no way she s going to try to change who he is.
Then she meets his lover Stephen, a seductive Fae-siren jazz singer, and she s positive she s got a screw
loose somewhere. Mates with not one, but two gay men?
She s definitely doomed to be single forever.
Michael and Stephen know that their unexpectedly flirtatious advances have thrown Candy for a loop.
But there s method to their madness they re both serious about her. And they plan to make sure she never
spends another birthday alone.
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Fire flooded my system, and my hips moved in the kind of sensual rhythm I couldn t control. I clung
to him, opening my mouth on his neck to suck and nip at his salty flesh. The wolf demanded that I bite
down hard. I shuddered, holding back on my instincts to move against him in wild abandon. He pushed his
pelvis into mine, working me in the hard, insistent tempo that took me right to the edge of orgasm but
didn t allow me to fall over.  Michael, I m so close. Please, I need more.
 Not yet, not yet. He froze, and I died a little. My claws slid forward and dug into his shoulders. He
grunted and shrugged against my hold. I loosened my grip, stroking an apologetic hand down his back.
He startled when he looked at me, his mouth falling open in shock. I pressed my fingertip to my
mouth, and I felt my fully extended fangs. My eyes would be icy werewolf blue, the wolf wanting her mate.
And my appearance obviously scared the shit out of him. I expected to feel a pierce of regret, but the wolf
was too much in control, and I was too far gone to care that he would reject me. Unwrapping my legs from
around his waist, he set me on my feet. I nearly cried out again, for entirely different reasons. My clawed
fingers flexed and I turned away, not daring to look at him. The emotional pain would come later, when
only the woman was left to deal with the hurt.
 That was hotter than I imagined it would be. A strangled note had entered the siren s voice. When I
glanced at Stephen, I saw he was stroking his cock through his pants.  And I have one hell of an
imagination.
I looked him over, not bothering to hide the wolf this time. They d come into the wolf s den willingly.
If they wanted an apology for my nature, they d be waiting a long time. Licking my lips, I stepped toward
the Fae halfing and reached out to take over the stroking. A low growl soughed from my throat, and the
burn in my veins increased.
His hand covered mine, showing me exactly how he liked to be touched. Up, down, up, down. Slow
torture. The musky scent of his desire caressed my sensitive nose, his musical groans kissing my ears.
Moisture from his bulbous crest seeped through his pants. My other hand lifted to flick open his zipper. His [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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