“A Little Light Loving” blurb:
Cord’s a werewolf and the holiday season makes
Cord’s skin itch, his head ache, and his wolf side agitated. Usually he goes on
vacation at this time of year but he wants to be with Dillon.
Cord decides to rent a little cabin in the
mountains for the holiday week and Dillon agrees to come with him. They have a
few wonderful days together, then Cord asks Dillon about werewolves and Dillon
reveals his abhorrence of the animals and his animal heritage. Cord’s heart is
breaking that the man he loves could be so mistrustful of him. How can they
have a future without trust?
PG13 EXCERPT
You need
your fucking head examined. Going off to fuck a werewolf? Where's your brain?
Dillon chastised himself as he followed Cord's truck. Oh, yeah, that's right -- it's in your pants. Well, you deserve
everything that happens to you, then.
Yeah, but
all that's going to happen is that I'm going to get laid. And it'll be
excellent, I know, because Cord's so yummy.
Idiot.
Quite
likely. But I'll be a contented, sated idiot.
Having lost the argument with himself, and
being unaccountably happy and excited at the thought of spending the night with
Cord, Dillon jumped out of his car, beeped the security system on, and bounced
across the parking lot to where Cord was standing waiting for him.
The man did look yummy. Hunkalicious. Dillon
was tempted to lick his lips but managed to refrain. He didn't dare look down
to check, but he was almost certain his dick was leading the way to Cord. To
bed. Oh yes!
Side by side they walked up the stairs, their
steps echoing with a hint of urgency, Dillon’s heart beating faster and faster
the closer they got to Cord’s apartment.
Cord kicked the apartment door shut and
pressed Dillon to the wall. Dillon stared into Cord's eyes. Their faces were
almost on a level. Cord was just the slightest bit taller than him. His breath
hitched at what he saw in Cord's gaze. Lust. Desire. Passion. "Kiss
me," he breathed.
"I plan to do a whole lot more than
kissing," said Cord, holding Dillon's chin in one hand.
Dillon licked his lips. He couldn't help
himself this time. He leaned forward and very deliberately rubbed his cock over
Cord's.
Cord hissed, then pressed back against Dillon,
pushing him hard into the wall with his full body weight. When Cord was
plastered tight against Dillon's body from hips to shoulders, he flicked his
tongue across Dillon's nose, eyelids, forehead, and jaw line, as if savoring
the flavor.
Dillon reached up and grabbed Cord's head,
sliding his hands through the thick, silky hair, then holding tight. "I
thought you said you were going to kiss me. That's not a kiss."
"This is, though," said Cord in a
half-strangled, husky tone, before plunging his tongue into Dillon's mouth.
Cord's tongue was everywhere, tangling with
Dillon's tongue, rubbing along the insides of his cheeks, sliding over the roof
of his mouth. Dillon tightened his grip on Cord's head, holding it still so he
could thrust his own tongue in return, matching Cord thrust for thrust, stroke
for stroke, until they were both breathless and gasping for air.
"Now that was a kiss," panted
Dillon, grinning.
"Bedroom," said Cord. "I don't
want our first time to be against a wall."
Berengaria Brown
2 comments:
This DOES sound hawt!!!
Stacy Wilson
dragn_lady at yahoo dot com
Hi Stacy,
I'm so glad you liked it!
Berengaria
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