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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: After her husband comes back from war and kills himself, Jenexa Coldwater Abran becomes a recluse to her mountain cabin. Her world revolves around making jewelry, caring for her dog, and attempting to keep normalcy in the strange relationship she's developed with her friend Danny, another veteran of war who is struggling emotionally with an amputation and the loss of his closest friend. Jen's also been having vivid sex dreams with a man in the woods, a nighttime tryst that takes her away from the world she's trying to escape. Her fantasies, however, prove real, and when an accident brings her face to face with Indio, the man who can't exist, she's forced to confront her past and save Danny from himself... Genres: Dark Fantasy / Werewolf / Shapeshifter / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [159 KB]
Words: 33289
Reading time: 95-133 min.

Jen wrapped her arms around him and scraped her nails down his back, electrifying him with the urgency in her touch. She grabbed his hips, pressed her fingers into his ass cheeks and pushed him closer, as though she couldn't wait to feel him. His dick rubbed against her flat belly, rock hard and painfully neglected.

With a growl he took her by the hand and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, but she let go and bit his lower lip.

"I know what you want."

She pushed against his chest with both hands until he stood up against the cold wall. Before he had time to register what had happened, she'd started down his body, kissing and licking her way along his chest and stomach until she knelt before him.

The anticipation stilled him and he swallowed hard, watching as she tortured him with gentle, butterfly kisses around his navel and the coarse hair between his legs. She nuzzled him, stroking his sac and the base of his dick, but giving him nothing else. He was under her control now, a pet that would be rewarded when she desired--and, God, he hoped she would give him something before he died from lack of blood flow.

"You smell like us," she said, inhaling him. The tip of her tongue ran along the head of his dick and lapped away the lubrication before it dripped down. "You taste like us, too."

"Jen," he breathed her name, unable to say another word. She had him right where he couldn't possibly move or think, and he couldn't decide if it was a brilliant plan or pure torment on her part.

She opened her mouth wider and kissed the underside of his throbbing, sensitive prick, making him twitch between her warm, full lips. He swore he felt the sensation all the way down to the root, a growing tendril of pleasure only she could create.

Again she kissed him, this time taking him in a little further as she reached around and petted his buttocks. She dug her fingers into him and spread him, massaging her way between his cheeks until she teased his rim. Some women weren't fond of giving or receiving any type of anal play, but nothing made him come as hard as when a woman massaged his prostate. Just the thought of her playing with him...