Sunday, 11 September 2016

Sunday Snog

It's Sunday which means there's a Sunday Snog! This week it's taken from BITE MARK the first in my two menage a trois paranormal novels.

Back Cover Information - BITE MARK

Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because sexy, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me. 

But Aimery’s friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they? 

Learning the truth about my lovers brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I’d ever gone before, show me pleasures I’d never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much erotic fun—or so deliciously dangerous. 

Inside Scoop: This story ends on a cliffhanger—but don’t worry, Claw Mark will release soon to quench your thirst! 

*Please note, BITE MARK was previously published with different cover art, content remains the same*

“No, absolutely not.” I was shocked by the question and fiddled with the base of the mug, sliding my fingertip around the smooth pottery. “I just told you Denny is—” 
“I know, gay. But maybe he met someone and was swept off his feet, whisked away into the sunset.” 
“Do you really think so…? Ouch!” 
“What?” Aimery was on his knees before me, reaching for my right hand. 
“Bloody hell, that’s sharp,” I said, watching a ruby blob of blood grow on the tip of my index finger. 
He wrapped his hand around my wrist and tugged my arm straight so he could examine my wound. 
“The base of this mug is chipped.” I lifted it and glanced at the smear of blood on the shiny surface. “It has a lethal bit sticking out of it.” 
“Hardly lethal.” He cocked one eyebrow and swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “But I’m sorry that had to cause you pain.” 
“Had to?” I frowned and tried to pull my wrist from his grip. 
He kept a tight hold, his cool fingers keeping my hand still and hovering before his face. 
“Hey, I—” 
“Please,” he said almost on a pant, “allow me.” He leaned forward, shut his eyes and wrapped his lips around my bleeding digit. 
Instantly I was aware of a powerful suction, his tongue soft but firm as he took my entire finger into his mouth, knuckle-deep. 
“What are you do—?” My words cut off as tingling warmth spread up my arm. It seeped into my chest, spiking my nipples and creating a heavy weight low down inside of me. 
He continued to suck, his cheeks hollowing and his eyes shut tight as though succumbing to ecstasy. My hand felt on fire, but not painfully. It was good heat, heat that was now burning up my arm and flooding my stomach, my pelvis, oh God, and my pussy. 
I squirmed on the seat, captivated by the sensation but also needing to be free of it. 
“Aimery,” I gasped. “Please—” 
He slid his hand from my wrist to my elbow, bunching my sweater and keeping a tight hold of me. 
I felt trapped, pinned in place, but I didn’t mind. His mouth, his tongue, the soft gulping noises he was making as though drinking greedily were mesmerizing. And my pussy, the heat was intense, the pressure building. My clit was pressing against the gusset of my knickers and in turn against the seam of my jeans. 
A small groan weaved its way through my throat. He responded by placing his other hand on my thigh and smoothing it upward to the juncture of my legs and pressing against my clothing. 
“Ah, oh, oh, what is happ—” I couldn’t speak another word. A small, trembling orgasm was ravishing me. Fingers of pleasure burst outward from my pussy, clenching my gut and curling my toes. I screwed my eyes shut, slumped back in the chair and dropped my head down. 
As the spasms faded I was aware of the heat in my chest, arm and hand subsiding. I opened my eyes and refocused. 
Aimery was staring at me. His pupils were enormous. He kept a tight hold of my wet finger. The end was now pale and the slit in my skin void of blood. 
“Just as I suspected. You are truly an exquisite find,” he said. 
“What, what just happened?” I was being treated to quivering, orgasmic aftershocks and my breath was hard to catch. 
“You have a very rare blood type,” he said, cocking his head and again licking his lips. 
“Yes, I know,” I said a little dreamily. “I have to store some in the local hospital, my mother always did before she passed too.” 
“Bombay,” he said. “Truly a delicacy.” 
I tugged my hand from his. 
This time he released me. 
“What the hell.” Despite feeling dreamy, I jumped up and scooted to the middle of the room. “How would you know about my blood type?” 
“I just tasted it.” He stood also, towering over me. 
I rammed my hands on my hips. This wasn’t making any sense. “No one has ever heard of my blood group. Barely anyone in the world has it and if it wasn’t for some throwback gene of mine I wouldn’t either.” 
“Hardly sensible to go into a profession where cutting yourself is a daily hazard, then.” He smiled, almost lazily. 
It was the first time I’d seen him even vaguely relaxed since I’d met him. 
“You didn’t answer my question,” I snapped. “Again.” 
He broadened his smile, kept his eyelids heavy and reached out and stroked the back of his thumb down my cheek. 
I hitched in a breath. His proximity, the way he smelled this close up—sweetly spiced, like man and sex—filled my senses. But I wanted answers. I was confused, angry, scared, turned-the-hell-on by him. How did he know my blood group just from tasting it? 
“You really don’t know how special you are, do you?” he murmured. 
Suddenly his lips were on mine. Lips that had been wrapped around my finger moments ago were moving, soft and pliant, teasing my mouth open. I felt helpless to resist. I didn’t want to. Aimery was class-A gorgeous, despite his overenthusiasm for sucking my blood. 
He delved into my mouth, the tip of his tongue searching and tangling with mine. 
I joined in, played the game, opened up and tilted my head to deepen our kiss. Allowed myself to fall into the delicious flavor of him and the fantastical moment. 
Suddenly I remembered why I was there. 
“No.” I stepped backward, away from him and toward the door. “Aimery, what are you doing? I thought you were going to help me find my friend.” 
“I am.” He rubbed his temple. “I will.”
“Come back tomorrow.” He sighed. “I will have news of Denny by then.” 
“How can you know that?” I shook my head and watched him fold his long body into the chair by the fire. He crossed his legs, hooked his hands over the arms and rested his head back, as though preparing for a nap. 
“I just know,” he said. “Trust me.” 
“What makes you think I can trust you after…after that?” 
“Because,” he said, settling his gaze on me, “you, Beatrice, have just become my world and I will do anything to make you happy.” 
My heart rate rocketed and it was going like the clappers anyway. “Don’t be so ridiculous, we’ve only just met.” 
“I’ve met lots of people, and I’ve always known whether they are special within a few short hours of becoming acquainted and you, well…” He paused and crossed his arms. “And you, let’s just say, it just took me a while to get past all those other smells you had lingering around you. But now that I have I know that you are indeed very special.” 
His riddles and overzealous declarations suddenly irritated the hell out of me. “Oh, this is ridiculous,” I said, turning and striding to the door. “You’re just too weird, all this smelling me and sucking my blood. What are you, a bloody vampire or something?” 
“Beatrice,” he said wearily. “Do not go, not yet.” 
I turned as I reached for the handle. “It’s Bea, not Beatrice. And I’m going because this is freaky. I thought you were going to help me find Denny.” 
“I will. Please, come back tomorrow and I promise I won’t disappoint you.” 
Annoyance gnawed at me. I pulled open the door and stepped into the hallway. I slammed the door so hard a picture of a wolf shot through the neck with an arrow lurched on its hook. 
A deep voice to my left startled me and I spun around.
“Well, well, well, isn’t this a surprise. Aimery finally has female company.” 

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