Protect and Serve: Sex on the Hoof
Click on image to enlarge.
by Silvia Violet
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Book Summary Deer shifter Jason Fleetfoot has turned his life around. After years of taking chances, he's got a job as a crime lab technician, and he's determined to forgo the risky behavior of his past. Then he meets Drew Danvers, the only undead detective in the city. Jason hates vampires, or does he? Drew defies all the stereotypes of his kind and something about him has taken hold of Jason and won't let go. Will Jason take a chance on a man others would label a risk to his health if not his very life?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [72 KB]
Reading time: 45-63 min.
Praise for Sex on the Hoof "I really enjoyed this story, I laughed and blushed throughout it. Nothing can beat a Vampire who is a Dom in my book." -- 5 Kisses from Michele, Top 2 Bottom Reviews "I loved Jason Fleetfoot and Drew Danvers together and separately. They were hot, exciting and I really cared about where their relationship was going." -- 5 Stars from Ebony Dreams, The Romance Reviews
01 Jason's Blog
I'm Jason Fleetfoot. I've made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life. The stupidest of all was taking a job with some assholes intent on manufacturing illegal chemical weapons.
My sister, Natalie, lost her job when her company folded, and I lost mine because my fucking boss was a bastard. I've got authority issues. And control issues. All right, I'm seriously fucked up, but I wasn't going to let my sister starve because I couldn't keep it together.
So I made a deal with the devil and damn near got myself and Natalie killed. She saved me. She and her cop boyfriend, Wolf. The name's not a joke. He's a werewolf. Did I mention we're shifters, Natalie and I? Deer shifters. If you think my human form is impressive, you should see me as a ten-point buck. So yeah, a werewolf and a deer shifter. Somehow they're making it work.
As much as I hate being beholden to Wolf, I wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for him. Once the cops cleared me, Wolf helped me get a job in the crime lab where I can use my knowledge of chemistry and computers for the good guys.
As the newest hire, I work nights, babysitting the equipment and working on what comes in during the wee hours. For the most part, I like it. It's quiet and I get a chance to play around with new techniques and do a bit of programming. There's only one problem, Detective Drew Danvers.
He works nights too. Not because he's new, because he's a God-damned vampire. They say he was Changed against his will. But what the hell was he doing picking up a vampire at a bar? I certainly have no intention of fucking a vampire. No matter how damn fuckable Drew is. Yeah, I like men, what of it? And Drew is a fine specimen of a man, like some Viking warrior. He's at least 6' 3" with sculpted arms and pecs that make him look like he could lift a truck one-handed. Considering he's a vamp, he probably can.
Getting involved with Drew would be stupid on too many levels to count. And I'm finished with making stupid decisions. So why does my body want so desperately to be impaled on him -- his cock, his fangs, anything he'd like to stick in me. Natalie's right, my dick really doesn't communicate with my brain. I don't just want to fuck him, I want to be taken by him, and I never want that. Like I said, I have control issues. But with Drew... No, there's never going to be anything with Drew.
I hear the buzz that signals someone entering the lab. I glance around from behind the mass spec machine. Shit! Speak of the devil or in this case his undead minion.
My pride will not let me hide even though I want to. I'm not afraid of him, even if I should be. I'm just afraid my unruly cock will give away my interest.
His gaze slides up and down my body. He's looked at me like this before. But I have never been sure whether it's sexual interest or him salivating over me like I'm a piece of the lush chocolate cake my grandma used to make on Sundays. "You alone in here, Fleetfoot?"
Shit, maybe he does mean to make a meal out of me. No point in lying though. He probably already knows the answer. Aren't vampires supposed to be damn near omnipotent? "Newton called in sick, and everyone else is out in the field."
"Good." Danvers smiles, still eyeing me like I'm prey. If I were in deer form I'd bolt, white tail flagging danger. But I'm a man and his ice blue gaze has me glued to the spot. God above, he's gorgeous when he smiles. My cock is starting to get uncomfortable in my jeans.
My heart pounds as I try to interpret his response. Does he mean "Good, I'm going to give you to the best fuck of your life," or "Good I'm going to drain your blood and leave you for dead?"
"I need you to analyze these samples by the end of your shift, but I'd like you to keep it between the two of us."
I take the evidence bags and examine the contents; dirt, a few fibers, a nearly microscopic paint chip. "What am I looking for?"
"I took these from a car. I'm trying to tie the driver to a location outside the city. Send the results only to me and leave no record."
His assumption that I would do his bidding pissed me off. "Why?"
He smiles again. This time he lets his fangs show. "Because no one else needs to know about this particular investigation. I've decided to trust you. You want to be worthy of my trust."
Despite his being one of the undead, I'd heard he was a damn good detective. But what was he up to? Why the secrecy? "Are you threatening me?"
He smirks. "Would you like me to be?"
What the fuck kind of question is that? And why am I biting my lip to keep from saying yes?