Sunday, February 26, 2006
Another excerpt from CHOSEN
I created a cool quiz to help you determine which Starlight Serenade Vol. II AmberPax hero is your kind of guy. It was fun to make, but why have one guy when you can have five? This AmberPax collection offers a variety of wonderful stories, some funny, some with loads of tension. And all are excellent.
Here's the run-down:
Arena by Grace Draven
High Roller by Caitlyn Willows
Ken'Ja by Bernadetter Gardner
Out of Space by Brit Blaise
And of course Chosen: The Chronicles of Winter by moi
As promised, here's another excerpt. To set the scene, Winter and Brogan have less than a day together before he delivers her to her mate, Ichori...
"Space travel doesn't seem to agree with you, Brogan. Why do you do this kind of work?"
"I like hunting. Worlds along the inner ring of planets around Xerres are only a few hours away. The outer rings maybe a day or two at most." He stretched and opened his mouth for a big yawn. "Most hunting is done on land. That part I love."
My hands rested on his shoulders. "Want a massage?"
He smiled and shook his head. Even with the smile, his reflection in the star-filled viewer remained somber. The expression on his face matched the heaviness in my chest.
I sighed and rubbed his temples. "You look like you want something."
Brogan pressed a few buttons on the arm of his chair. The door to the cockpit closed, the chair lowered about a foot, and the lights overhead went black. But there was still enough light for me to see something wicked dance in his eyes.
"I want to touch the back of your throat with my cock."
Who was I to argue with that?
The seat reclined slightly, and he reached overhead to anchor both hands behind the top of the chair. I braced my hands on the torn leather of the seat and started with his lips. They didn't respond.
I reared back to see what was wrong. His teeth gleamed in the dim room when he spoke. "That's not my cock."
I folded my arms across my chest. "I was getting to that."
"Not fast enough." He eyed me up and down, waiting. I held onto his knees and went down on mine. When I started for the opening of his pants, the blur of his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away. I was baffled but played along.
He sat up and threaded his fingers through my hair. "I think it's time you learned what men like on Xerres. Undress." His voice was almost cold. Sensing my uncertainty, he planted a kiss on the tip of my nose.
"You want to train me to please another man?" The stupid words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to think them through. Hurt filled his features.
He released my hair and looked out to the stars.
"We'll be there in less than a day, Winter."
I smiled in apology and tried to lighten the mood. "All the more reason to teach me how to do things properly on Xerres."
"I'm not in the mood anymore."
I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to touch him. We had hardly any time left. I began to calculate how many times we could fuck in sixteen hours and went straight for his cock. It had lost its enthusiasm during our conversation but twitched after several persuasive strokes.
He repositioned his hands behind the chair as I dropped down to my knees again.
A mocking tsk tsk left his lips. "Didn't I ask you to undress?"
"I wanted to hear you ask twice." I yanked my shirt over my head and undid my bra. He leaned down until his fingers found my nipples. He tugged on them roughly, using them to guide me closer to him. My hands sought his shoulders and slid on the silky fabric of his tunic. He held my waist and kept my lips from touching his. I hated not kissing him.
I eased the zipper down and took my time slipping them over my hips. When I unknotted the ties of his pants, he stood, and the hanjeeri wisped down to unleash his erection. He sat back down, and I settled onto my knees for the third time that night, licking and pumping him until the chair was slick with his sweat. He groaned, and I watched with pride as he choked the arms of his seat in agony. When his cum hit hot against my throat, I was ready to drown in it. I wrenched from him every spasm, every ounce without losing a drop.
He took a minute to recover, then pulled me into his lap. When I brought his hand to my pussy, he didn't cooperate. Part of the game, I assumed.
My teeth nipped his earlobe. "That was fun."
"I guess that's good." He lowered his voice and turned my face toward him. "That's how Ichori likes it."
I considered his words. "Every time?"
"Most Xerrian men prefer to be in control. I'm not sure what he'll think of you."
"Maybe he won't like me. Maybe he'll give me back to you when he finds out what I'm like."
"He mentioned that you would be fiery. Spirited. He said he was looking forward to that." He pulled me closer to him. "On Cronith, in the outer ring, there is a small tenacious creature like your pit bull dog called the besemi. Ichori called you that."
"I wouldn't describe myself that way. More like an impulsive, clumsy lab always slamming into walls when she tries to catch a toy."
He laughed at my description. "You've been like a besemi after me, biting my heels at every turn to get inside my pants."
"It paid off, didn't it? And maybe if I disappoint him, he'll cast me off. I could pretend to have too much spirit or none at all. He wouldn't want me then." I was getting desperate; I'd do anything to stay by Brogan's side if I thought it would work.
"Don't try to irritate him. I don't want you to get in trouble." He lightly pinched a nipple and kissed my forehead. "But if he rejects you, I'll be waiting."
"Speaking of waiting..."
I placed his hand on my mound once again. He slipped two fingers between the fur of my pussy. Stars whizzed by. I shut my eyes to them while my own supernova flashed behind closed eyelids. Nothing else existed. No Ichori or Xerres. Just the fingers of a man whose name I called out as they pulsed between my thighs on our last night together.
Posted by Laura Bacchi