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Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton
McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he
can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton
refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are
caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with
two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking
on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of
them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are
off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is
strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.
General
Excerpt
After having dropped Brody off
with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’
dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as
they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly
hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their
tactics.
“Hahaha! The cops are after
you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of
sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium
frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength
he was able to muster.
Of the two, he was more
introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They
were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the
exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did
not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing
beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was
there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he
did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to
do with their life here.
“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling,
he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw
sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing,
icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her
alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any
other way.
“With all that happens in the
world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She
rolled her eyes.
“Yes, true, but they don’t make
an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the
game’s controller.
“Do they have a Divorce Court
one?” she asked dryly.
“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied,
not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”
Jarrod laughed. “Good one.
Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His
was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.
The sound was a heartbreaker
she could not not resist.
“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t
you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.
“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling
again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.
She sighed, her heart not
allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I
support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst
behavior.”
Lizzie waited for a response
but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.
“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton
whined.
She picked up her plate and
took it into the kitchen with her.
“Two bottles of beer, coming
up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and
smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose.
The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind,
because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.
She heard a chirp and frowned,
wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced
at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked
at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She
pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.
She searched through the junk
drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on
and saw that she had a text message.
Lizzie opened it. It’s been
set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.
She texted back. Are you sure?
She chewed her bottom lip as
she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is
up to you.
A shiver went down her spine.
She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.
“Where’s our beer?” Colton
asked behind her.
“Oh, sorry,” she said,
unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the
bottles.
He paused. “Something wrong?”
“No. Nothing at all.”
ADULT
EXCERPT
She escorted him to the front
door. Standing inches away from him, she heard his sound breathing.
“I wasn’t even trying hard.
Poor baby, are you bored?” she whispered.
He leaned forward and sniffed
the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her
skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while
his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.
“You think you can keep up?”
she asked, her breaths jagged.
“I was gonna ask you the same
thing.”
His piercing blue eyes
constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss,
taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her
neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off
his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as
they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.
Her back slammed against her
bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his
tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal
desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified
ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.
He grabbed her ass and lifted
her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard
crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out
of her body. She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him
around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the
other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She
squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones
for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping from the
lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.
He paused, caught his breath
and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over
his shoulder.
Lizzie giggled with a dreamy,
awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.
He tossed her onto the bed and
ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound
and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of
her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was
building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly,
freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping
with pre-cum.
She gasped as he sank into her,
filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded
her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes,
before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he
penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and
holding her hip with the other.
She grunted with each thrust as
his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since
any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into
the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.
He released her hair and held
her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her
climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he
continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as
he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him.
His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her. The muscles in her
center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.
She knew an alpha of his status
could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He
paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come
but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the
encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.
She tightened her muscles once
again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his
expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No
ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense
from such an onslaught.
About
Peyton
Peyton lives in Michigan where she dreams
of summers that aren't so humid. She and her husband have been married for over
a decade and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when she's writing
a steamy love scene.
She loves to travel and hopes to make it to
a romance writers convention sometime soon to meet her idols in the genre
without getting too much "stalkage" in the process.
When she is not on the net, she is reading
about the life of her latest "book boyfriend" from a favorite author
or in the midst of creating her own.
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