#MySexySaturday {105}: A kiss says it all...

So once again it's time to participate in #MySexySaturday.   This week Lynn is challenging us to show what sexy is. It could be anything, the way your hero walks, the way he holds his woman, or in the case of my hero from Under His Domme's Control, it's all about how Steven gives over to his wife.   Don't believe me, check out the snippet below, then make sure to hit up the rest of the wonderful peeps on the blog hop - the list is at the end of my post.  I know I'm looking forward to getting ready to get my fill of smexiness....happy Saturday peeps!

Snippet: 

Hope lightly tapped the flogger against her outer thigh, her only outward tell of how nervous she was. One wrong move on her part and she would take what she hoped to be a darkly erotic experience and turn it into one of true pain. Anal pleasures done right could send her sub soaring, or break his trust. It was her responsibility to make it so pleasurable that Steven would beg for it in the future. A shiver raced down her spine at the thought. It was all she had been able to think about as she driven home. The desire to watch as he struggled to accept her will, even as his body imploded with a brutal all-consuming pleasure that bordered on pain. 

She took a deep breath as he stopped at the second to top step. With their height difference, it put him directly at eye level with her. The desire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed since she’d left him at the shop; instead, it had merely been tempered by an uncertainty – one she wanted to banish. 

Leaning forward, she kept her gaze on his while she slipped her hand behind his neck. A gentle tug, closed the distance between them. She brushed her lips over his, once again savoring the faint bitter flavor of her cream. She gave a soft growl, before nipping his lower lip. His lips parted on a moan, giving her access to all of him. Tightening her grip on the silky strands at the base of his neck, she thrust inside, tangling her tongue around his – exploring every inch of his moist mouth. She swallowed his soft groans as he strained to be closer, while keeping his arms crossed behind his back. She could feel the tension rising within him, the ever-present need for more. What had started out as a kiss of reassurance had quickly turned carnal. The type of lip lock that would end up with her pinned between the wall and her husband’s hard body – if she didn’t stop it now. 

She tore her mouth away and released her hold on his hair. 

His gaze, a molten toffee, begged for another taste. “Ma’am…” 

“Playroom, now.” She forced a hard edge into her tone. 

His nostrils flared, and for a second, she thought he’d fight the order. Instead, he licked his lower lip, and gave her a slow smile. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Blurb:

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow. But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender? 

BUY ON AMAZON

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {99}: Its time...

Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday! In this week's edition, Lynn wants to us to find those snippets about our heroes and heroines keeping it sexy.  A tall order if you're writing a book about a new couple. But lucky for me Under His Domme's Control is about an established couple. One that has been married for several years - so enjoy Steven and his Domme, Hope.  And don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps blogs.  They always have something yummy on tap. 

Dakota 

Snippet: 

Do you trust me, Steven? 

With the memory of the first time she’d asked the question at the forefront, he swallowed hard and gazed up at the lit window. Just like on his wedding night, his apprehension ebbed away as Hope pushed back the curtain. Even not being able to clearly see her expression, his nerves settled. She just had that effect on him. Happy, sad, angry or even frustrated, that sexy moody bitch was his. His wife. His lover. His mistress. No matter her role after ten years, he loved her and knew she’d never truly hurt him. She would give him what he needed. 

He blew out a ragged breath. It was time. 

Time to face the music. 

He rolled his shoulders, then exited the car and pocketed his keys. He took one last glance at the dark shadow against the window, watching as she moved away – more than likely to wait at the top of the stairs for him. His punishment awaited, and in it he would find his salvation. And if his cock enjoyed the hell out of it – all the better. 

Opening the front door, he took a moment to kick off his shoes and toss his keys in the bowl on the credenza. He twisted the lock on the door, and set the alarm. He wasn’t stalling – just being neat like his mistress wanted – or so he told himself as he performed his nightly ritual of securing their home. Even though the crime rate was almost non-existent in their neighborhood, it satisified some primal part of him to protect his wife.

“I’m waiting.” The two words floated down the steps and sent a shiver up his spine. It was time.

Blurb: 

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow.  But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender?

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {98}: Down and dirty....

Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday! In this week's edition, Lynn has urged us to find those perfect snippets about our "sexy man". We're to..."make them hot, make them sexy and make us sigh in anticipation...".   Hopefully everyone is up to this challenge...cause I can't wait to read about all the sexy men - young, old, hunk or the average boy next door...I'm not picky.   

With that being said, here's my  contribution.  It comes from my up coming  release- Under His Domme's Control (and yes Esther this is a kinky femDom story that will tug at your heartstrings as much as it does other...parts of the anatomy.)  Enjoy! 

Snippet: 

She peeked between a stack of tires leaning precariously to the left. Making sure to avoid touching the dirty rubber, she slipped into the garage bay. The sight of her husband as he hefted another pair of tires up and onto another stack, sent a strong surge of desire through her. Shirtless due to the heat, wearing nothing more than pair of work pants and heavy-duty work boots, Steven was the epitome of a man’s man. She always got a secret thrill knowing that her amazing Alpha husband was a closet submissive. 

Even the memory of their early morning encounter was enough to get her engine revving, especially when she noticed the significant bulge straining the fly of his pants. The idea he’d done as she requested drove another surge of lust through her, which had her pussy leaking against the fine French lace of her thong. She was tempted to touch herself - but that was her slave’s job. When he turned to grab another set of tires, she could no longer resist the overwhelming temptation to join him, especially when she saw the tattoo stretching between his shoulder blades. Tribal in design with her club name in the center, the ink proclaimed him to be hers. And right this moment, she wanted her man. 

“Slave, present.” Even as the firm order passed her lips, she relished his reaction. Both tires hit the ground with thuds, before rolling across the concrete. Steven’s eyes widened with surprise, as he glanced around the shop. It didn’t take a mind reader to know what he was thinking. It was nearing the end of his work hours, but there was still a chance of a customer coming in. If he obeyed, he was risking get caught with his pants down, literally, or he could refuse and accept the consequences of his refusal. 

After their last round with punishment, she was kind of surprised he was wavering. Two days of being unable to serve his mistress was usually enough to get him to do whatever she wanted. She let ten seconds pass by as he mentally debated. As always, the choice was his, but she was getting impatient. 

“I didn’t stutter, slave.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Either you do as I asked or accept the consequences, and we both know how much you love those.” 

As she suspected, he’d decided that he’d rather take the chance of being caught than risk a night of watching her masturbate and being unable to assist. His hands went to his belt and within moments, he stood there in all his glory, his upper body streaked with smears of grease, and Lord have mercy, his hard cock jutting out of his nest of closely cropped dark pubes with his pants around his ankles. 

Picking her way across the floor, she stopped inches from him, savoring his smell, a unique combination of his aftershave and honest to God sweat. She wouldn’t say anything about the boots this time. The last thing she wanted for him to do was step on something on the shop floor. As long as his package was bare for her touch, she was happy. “Have you been good today, slave?” She kept her eyes on his. 

Whew....after checking out the blurb below, be sure to visit the rest of the peeps on the Linky List!

Blurb: 

Steven has slipped up by lying to his wife, now it's up to his Mistress to bring him back on the straight and narrow.  But when he finds out the price for his deception will he still surrender?

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday: {79} Giving it her all...

So this week our wonderful Lynn has tasked us with coming up with a few sexy moments for Valentine's Day.  While my newest release was issued in time to correspond with the release of the Fifty Shades of Grey movie (no booing here - I haven't read the books nor do I plan on the seeing the movie.) it has a decidedly dark theme to it, about love lost, then reclaimed. After all what would you do - to get back the man you love?   So sit back and enjoy seven paragraphs from Kotori's Sacrifice, one the newest additions to the 1NS line.  

Snippet: 

Forgetting all about his waiting playmate, Seba stalked across the room, ready to give Akira a piece of his mind. How dare she interrupt his date? But before he’d covered the distance between them, she turned to face him. He froze in shock. Perching on her slightly upturned nose were Mey-rin’s opaque glasses. Suddenly, the reasoning behind the note made sense, even if he had no intention of accepting the matchmaker’s advice. 

Then Mey-rin…or, rather, Akira spotted him. Her lips slowly parted then drew up into a gorgeous smile. The skin at the corner of her eyes crinkled as she took a step toward him. Her happiness at seeing him seemed to spread until it engulfed her petite frame. He swallowed hard, torn between leaving and demanding a full refund from the elusive Madame Eve, and staying and taking what Akira offered—until he fucked her out of his system. But before he could decide on which course of action to take, his former submissive came to a stop in front of him and sank to her knees, head bowed. 

“I offer my body to you willingly, Sir. To whip or fuck. I am at your service. I only wish to please you.” 

A low growl built in him. She’d pressed every one of his erotic buttons with her words. An offer she had made many times in the past, but always failed to follow through on. 

“Look at me, kotori.” The endearment rolled off his tongue. 

At his feet, she stiffened. But it no longer mattered. She’d seen his face, knew his identity, what he was capable of, and had still offered herself. When she lifted her head, he took the glasses off, confirming his suspicion. Her beautiful golden brown eyes stared up at him, the longing in their depths familiar. 

“There will be no way out this time. At least, not tonight. You will submit because I will accept nothing less than a total sacrifice on your part. Do you understand?”

Blurb

A Dominant who just couldn’t let go… 

As an experienced Dom, Seba Havas, specializes in helping traumatized submissives find the release they need. He knows when a firm hand is needed or a gentle touch will work better, but nothing in his nearly fifteen years in the scene prepares him for Akira. Like a whirlwind, she turns his orderly life upside down with her refusal to submit. Still reeling from his failure with her six months later, he turns to 1Night Stand. Madame Eve’s suggestion? A trip to the Carnivore Club, the brand new BDSM themed Las Vegas Strip resort on a date to an elegant masquerade ball with a beautiful submissive. 

A submissive who’s willing to sacrifice it all…

As the oldest daughter of the Ito clan, Akira has been responsible and self-controlled her entire life, up to the point it has caused her to lose the dominant she loves. Now she has one chance left to prove to Seba she can be what he needs. In true Vegas fashion, and with a little help from Madame Eve, she’s going to gamble it all on one night of dominance and submission. But will it be enough?

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©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {67}: Rules are meant to be broken...

So once again we're doing firsts this week. First meeting, first kiss...first what ever. And I'm going to feature the characters from my newest release, Twice the Chance, Twice the Ecstasy.  In this mmf menage book, Ms. Calypso, a goddess with an agenda, throws together a happily married bi-sexual couple with a divorcee who is looking for what was missing in her marriage. The rules are clear cut - the three will enjoy each other carnally but return to their separate rooms.  Well, that's at least until Dre and Luca decide it's time to change the rules and for the first allow a woman to sleep with them.  

Enjoy my sexy sevenish paragraphs and be sure to check in with the rest of the peeps. 

AMAZON
ARe

Snippet: 

Biting his lower lip, Dre shrugged. “It was just a thought. But if you’d rather not…” 

“I didn’t say that. I’m asking why, after all these years, you want to change one of our longest held rules.” Grabbing the hand towel off the rack, he wiped away the stray bits of shaving cream. 

“I don’t know. She…it’s different with her. While I enjoy the fuck out of screwing her until she screams, she’s also fun to be around even when we’re not tearing up the sheets. We can actually carry on regular conversations with her.” Dre rubbed the back of his neck. “She even likes my games. Do you know how many women can actually say they like gory ‘first shooter’ games and mean it?” 

Luca crossed his arms over his chest. Dre’s words were pretty, but the man still hadn’t answered his question. “Few, I’m sure. But again, what does this have to do with inviting her into our bed? There has to be more than compatibility in the sack and good conversation to get me to agree to change one of our rules. Especially for a woman we’ll probably never see again.” 

Dre hung his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Dammit, Luca. I don’t want you to think I’m saying you’re not e-fucking-nough. You’ve been my world for the past twenty years. I don’t want to lose you just because Eryka feels like she belongs with us.” 

Deciding to take mercy on his husband, Luca tipped up his chin with one finger. “Who said anything about losing me?” He gazed into Dre’s dark eyes. “I feel the connection too, but unless we’re on the same page, nothing more will come of our time with Eryka. So if this is just because you think I want it - or even something you think Eryka needs, I won’t allow it. Our bed is our sacred place. A place where we don’t fuck, but make love.” He rubbed his thumb over Dre’s lower lip. “While I think it’d be amazing to have her between us, I refuse to share something that intimate with a vacation fling.” 

Dre leaned into his touch. “What if I don’t want it to be just a one-time thing? She lives less than an hour from us. We could make it work.” 

Luca’s groin tightened at the longing in Dre’s voice. Pulling back, he smiled down at him. “Then I say we bring her back here after the party and convince her.”

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {60}: At the masquerade ball...

So this week we're supposed to be focusing on love, no matter the location. Well, in my newest accepted 1NS book, Kotori's Sacrifice, my feisty heroine is willing to do about anything - including attend a masquerade ball at the Carnivore Club, if it will mean that she has a chance to win back her former master's love. 

Enjoy my sexy seven paragraphs and be sure to check in with the rest of the peeps. 

Inspiration for the Sanctum Ballroom

Snippet: 

“We all have baggage, Sir. Why don’t we enjoy the masquerade, and see where we are afterward. After fifty to sixty hour weeks, I could use a bit of fun.” 

“You got a deal.” Seba smiled at her, liking the light-hearted side she was showing him. “As long as you promise to dance with me. It’s been too long since I’ve felt a woman in my arms.” 

Mey-rin cocked her head. “I suppose so. As long as you don’t mind risking your person. In that costume, I can’t promise my hands won’t wander. All those buttons make me want to open them with my teeth...” 

He groaned, as the image of her undoing his clothing with only her mouth, popped into his brain. He narrowed his eyes, but reined in the lust that simmered just under the surface. “Naughty girls get spanked. Hard.” 

Her breath caught in her throat, but he could hear the need in her voice when she spoke. “Then I guess I’ll have to be naughty.” 

Tempted to pull her over his lap, the only thing that saved her was the fact the car came to a stop. He yanked the zipper shut on his play bag. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind, he’d have her bound to a St. Andrews Cross wearing nothing more than that crisp white apron and begging for release before the night was over—at least if he had anything to say about it. 

As the door opened and she moved to exit, he took a deep breath. Now was not the time to act like an over-eager teenaged boy. Grabbing his toy bag, he slid out of the limo and stood. And stopped to take in the resort. Gone were the bright lights of the Strip. Instead, in its place was a massive resort complete with pueblo-style buildings that were backlit by soft ground lights. In the moonlight with the desert in the distance, it had an ethereal feel to it.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {55}: An unexpected ride...

So for this week, we're supposed to focus on coach rides, or in my case limo rides. I'm currently in the midst of the writing a submission for Decadent's new sub call for their 1NS line. I'm having such fun with this idea. (You can find the sub call HERE - if you're interested.) Anyway, I couldn't resist this call and Seb (who's full name happens to be Seba) from Wyk's Surrender, is finally getting his own story. I sooo love revisiting characters. So enjoy this little snippet...and I'll remind you that's it's unedited - so be kind...

Set-up: Dressed up as thier favorite characters from the manga comic, Phantomhive, Seba aka Sebastian and his 1NS date, Akira aka Mey-rin are on their way to a masquerade ball being held at Club Carnivore, the newest and hottest BDSM resort in Vegas.  Enjoy! 

Snippet:

A light bulb seemed to go on in Jackson’s head because he nodded. “Japanese girls aren’t your thing?” 

A pang in his chest at the question didn’t surprise him. One Japanese girl had definitely been his thing. But now wasn’t the time to think of Akira. Not when he had a date waiting for him in the car. So he forced a light-hearted tone into his voice. “Not unless it’s Mey-rin. Something about her red hair, and how innocently she blushes but still manages to be lethal, that just does it for me.” 

Jackson led him over to a waiting limo. Pulling open the door, he gestured for Seba to get in. But just before Seba slid into the warm car, Jackson grinned and whispered low enough only he could hear. “Perhaps a thank you letter to Madame Eve wouldn’t be out of place. Enjoy yourselves. Your driver will wait to bring you back to the hotel.” 

“Of course. Thank you.” He barely got the words out before the door shut. Then the car began to move as it pulled away from the curb. In the darkened interior, he could barely make out the figure sitting across from him. 

A barely there sigh registered, mere moments before a soft snick as she flipped on the side light. A soft glow flooded the interior of the car. After his eyes adjusted to the sudden flare, his jaw about dropped to the floor, as the limo picked up speed. 

In the seat directly across from him, wearing a dark form fitting black maid’s uniform and a startling snowy apron that accented her lovely tits, his bespectacled companion gave him a tentative smile, then stuck out her hand. 

“Hello, I’m Mey-rin. I’m your date for the evening.”

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©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {47}: Taking a chance...

So this week we're supposed to be thinking about timeless love. Of course brings to mind a book that I wrote several years ago. It was about a Dom who waited years to claim the perfect woman for him.  His Christmas Gift: Myrna's Submission, is the story about a man and woman who are facing their golden years alone, until a Christmas miracle happens. Enjoy and don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps. 

Snippet: 
(Set-up - Amery is offering Myrna his collar)

“Look at me, slave.” His sharp voice broke through her musing. “You may call me Amery when we’re not in a scene but anytime I put this on you…” He leaned forward with a slender velvet choker with a beautiful pearl ringed cameo inset in its lush fabric. “…I expect to be referred to as Master.” When she opened her mouth to protest, he arched an eyebrow at her. “I know you think you’ll get out of your punishment for using my name during a scene today. I’m telling you right now, claiming ignorance at this late date will not do. You knew we were participating in a scene.” 

She bowed her head and nodded her understanding. 

“Good, now that we have an understanding, I want you to wear this for me. This will be your public collar. I’m not like some of my friends who demand that their subs wear their play collars twenty-four/seven. You’re an older submissive who deserves a more tasteful collar for times when we are in public.” He grinned at her suddenly. “But make no mistake, Myrna, I have a leather collar with a nice sturdy hoop on it with your name on it waiting for you. Now before we go any further, I offer you this collar and all it entails. With your acceptance, I’ll become both lover and protector of you. I’ll care for you, body, heart and soul. You shall be mine to punish and love as I see fit. In return, I shall give you security, trust, and pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known. Do you accept, Myrna Doherty?” 

Staring up into his dark eyes, Myrna had an inexplicable feeling that her life was about to change. Whether for better or worse she didn’t know. The idea of Amery actually being serious about having a long-term Dom-slave relationship with her boggled her mind. 

“Myrna?” He thumbed her lower lip. “Please let me show you what you’ve been missing all these years. No man will take better care of you than me. Take a chance, sweetheart. You won’t regret it.” 

If he’d demanded she accept his collar or tried to seduce her into accepting it, Myrna would’ve been able to resist. But instead she lightly nipped his thumb where it rested on her lower lip before sucking it gently inside her mouth. Sucking on it and twirling her tongue around the salty skin, she finally released it with an audible pop. “Yes, Master, I accept your collar.” Even as nerves jumped in her stomach and she waited for the uncomfortable feeling of entrapment, nothing occurred. Instead her heart pounded as his calloused hands brought the choker up to her throat. She swallowed when the sensual velvet brushed against her skin. A moment and a few fumbles later, her new Master had her collar clasped securely around her slender neck. 

If she’d expected him to savor the moment of her collaring, she was sadly mistaken. As soon as the small silver clasp at the back of the choker was fastened, Amery moved away. He sank to his knees in front of her. Kneeling on the pillow she’d abandoned earlier, he grabbed the second one, lifted her hips and shoved it under her before ripping her panties in half. A startled cry escaped her tight throat as two pieces of silk fluttered to the train floor. He just ripped off my panties!

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {46}: Reminding his mate of his place...

Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday and we're supposed to be focusing on those lazy afternoon lovings this week.  I'm taking a snippet from Wolfen Bonds, my first contracted book with Loose ID.  In the seven paragraphs below, Matthias has decided to take an unscheduled pit stop in the middle of the afternoon to remind his mate, Andy, why he's his.  Enjoy!  And don't forget to check out the rest of the peeps.  

Dakota

Snippet:

“You are mine. I will not give you up because your uncle is an asshole.” Nuzzling the bare patch of skin above Andy’s collarbone, he raked his teeth over the mating mark, a deliberate reminder of his possession. Andy groaned and squirmed against him. A low chuckle built inside of Matthias. He loved how responsive Andy was. It seemed all he had to do was give his mate the slightest touch. Instantly he’d turn into a writhing mass of need. “Does this feel like I regret anything?” He pressed their entwined fingers between their bodies. He hissed at the firm pressure against his swollen cock. More than anything he wanted to strip his mate of his jeans, bend him over the side of his truck and slide inside of him fast and deep.

“No…” Andy pulled his hand free to fumble with Matthias’s zipper. “Please, Alpha. I need.”

Grabbing Andy’s wrist in a tight grip, he pulled the hand away from him. “Please, who?” His demand came out as a growl, but he didn’t care. He might be the newly appointed Alpha of the Taghte Pack, but there was no way he’d let his mate stand on formality.

Andy’s eyes widened and he stilled in his arms. The tension grew inside the cab until Andy gave a broken laugh. He lowered his eyes. “But you’re the Alpha now…I have to call you…”

After running his fingers through Andy’s hair, he used the length to pull his mate’s face back and expose his neck. “…whatever I want.” He stared down into Andy’s eyes. “And if I ever hear the word Alpha pass your lips again when we’re making love, you won’t be sitting right for a week. Am I understood?” He accented his question with a sharp tap to Andy’s hip, followed by a blatant squeeze to the erection straining the front of Andy’s shorts.

“Fuck! I can’t think when you do that, Matt.” His head fell forward even as his hips lifted against Matt’s hand.

“That’s better. You’re not supposed to be thinking.” Easing the zipper down, he gently freed Andy’s cock from the tight denim and soft cotton briefs he wore. Rubbing his thumb over the sensitive crest, he smeared the droplets of moisture there. The tantalizing scent had him wanting to take a bite out of his mate. There was something about Andy’s natural lube that drove his wolf wild—until all he wanted to do was wallow in it like the canine he’d been accused more than once of being.

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

#MySexySaturday {45}: Hell hath no fury, like a pair of pissed of mates...

Once again it's time for #MySexySaturday!  This week we're talking about the man in charge. The character that is the driving force of our books. And it's not always the hero.  Sometimes it's the heroine, or even the hero's sidekick. In the particular scene below it's Andy, the alpha's healer and second-bond.  Neither men are very pleased with the idea that Colleen, their destined mate and third-bond has split.  Enjoy and make sure to stop by the rest of the blogs!

Snippet:

Anger competed with shock as Matthias watched the woman destined to be theirs, disappear into the trees next to the clearing. The last thing he’d expected once they’d found their third-bond, was for her to reject them, let alone try to walk away. A low growl built in his throat. Not only did his human side find the idea repugnant, his wolf wanted to chase her down. Mate her until she didn’t ever think about leaving them again. 

At his side, a low rumble escaped Andy. “She did not just try to walk on us.” The words came out slurred around Andy’s fangs, a sign of how far their third-bond had aggravated him. 

“Not if I can help it.” He hissed, before following, following her scent. As he covered the distance quickly Andy kept pace at his side. Pushing through the thick underbrush, they emerged on the side of the main road that lead to Taghte Keep. Then the scent disappeared.

“Son of a bitch! Where the hell did she go?” Matthias wanted to hit something. Either she’d left by car or was adept at masking her scent. 

“I don’t know, Matt.” Andy turned around slowly. “But we’ll find her. There aren’t many places in our territory she can hide.”

Matthias narrowed his eyes, looking down the road in both directions. How the hell had she disappeared? “Unbelievable! How dare she think that either of us would settle for our bond alone when we know she’s bound to be suffering? To deny a mate is a fate worse than death.”

“Which is why we won’t just let her go. She’s ours.”

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#MySexySaturday {44}: Tempting the wolf is not a good thing...

Wow, it's that time again. Time to stop for a brief while and enjoy some sexiness.  Which is what this bloghop is all about.  This week we're supposed to be thinking about how it feels to be sexy again. You know that sudden a-ha moment when a tired worn out mom catches her husband devouring her with his eyes, and before she knows it, she finds herself locked in the bathroom having her clothes ripped off?   

But what do you think would happen if your passion for life was bound tightly, just waiting for the bite of your lovers? That you had never experienced lust quite as strong as with the man, or the men in this case than any before them. Would you run and hide and leave the men plotting ways to seduce you?  Well that's exactly what Colleen does, when the two men destined to be her mates mistaken her as male.  But one would think a the daughter of two Alphas, that she'd know better than to run....silly girl.  In the end she'll only be caught.   

Anyway enjoy this unedited snippet from my upcoming freshman release with Loose ID, Wolfen Bonds. 

Snippet:

(in this snippet Andy and Matthias are still under the impression their third-bond is a male...don't ask...silly men.) 

Andy snuggled closer to his side before throwing his leg over Matthias’s. “I know, Matt. Give him time. I’d be freaking out if I was him and I had two men partially mate me before I even met them.” He snuggled closer, unconcerned about the spent seed covering Matthias’s stomach. “I can feel him there each and every time we join. Surely we’re wearing him down. It’s only going to be a matter of time before he ends up pounding on our doors to kick our asses for tormenting him, or he slips enough to give us a clue to where he’s at. Then he’s ours.”

Draping an arm over Andy’s hip, he pressed a kiss to the top of his mate’s head. “I wish I had the confidence you have, baby. Each time we use our link he tries to retreat. I swear he’s only being a brat to piss me off.”

Matthias felt the smile, which Andy tried to hide against his chest. “Did you ever think perhaps he might be as much an Alpha as you are and doesn’t appreciate the way you keep demanding him to come to us? Not everyone loves to be ordered around.” Andy lifted his head. “There is some truth to honey attracting more bees than vinegar, my Alpha. Next time we need to seduce him. Tease him until he tips his hand and gives a clue.”

Trailing his fingers over his mate’s arm, Matthias sighed. “That’s a great idea. I’ll try to remember that the next time he refuses to answer. It’s infuriates me. We can feel him there. His passion seeps through the bond, but he holds everything else back. It pisses me off.”

Laying his head back down on Matt’s chest, Andy pressed a kiss to his sternum “I know it does. I think perhaps he’s uncertain of how we will come together. Ternions are only common in the packs of the North Western Province. If he’s from another area, he may have even been taught that we only mate in pairs, not threesomes. He might have be leery of the consequences of joining us. His own pack may turn on him or even attack him. Either way he could end up in a world of hurt. ”

Confusion raced through Matthias as he tightened one arm around Andy. “He’d have our pack. We’d never hurt him.”

Tentative Blurb: 

Desperate to bring the once prosperous Taghte Pack back into the fold, the Council of Elders has tasked Matthias Galloway, a Chief Enforcer, with the job of returning balance to the foundering pack.  In love, Matthias strikes up a deal, one which will allow him to claim his long time lover and friend, Andrew, in exchange for his services as the acting Alpha.  

As the nephew of one of the most powerful Alphas in all of southern Scotland, Andrew Gilchrist has long been a coveted commodity that the Gairge Pack has been reluctant to relinquish. Not only for his position, but his services as a healer as well. But once the Council has agreed to Matthias's terms, he's more than eager to start their new journey together. Too bad neither men expected a the presence of a third-bond to appear during their mating. 

Colleen Donghall, the granddaughter of the fallen Taghte Alpha was whisked away at birth with her twin brother, Carrick to prevent an inter-species war with the humans.  She and Carrick have remained hidden in Ireland since.  She never expected to be drawn into a bond with two men from across the Isle. A bond she is determined to forget once she believes they want a male. But when her Alpha demands she go to them, nobody is prepared for chaos Colleen's very presence in Scotland will bring. 

Now poised on the brink of war, Matthias and Andy will have to fight to not only claim their mate, but to keep peace between the shifters and humans. 

And don't forget to stop by the rest of the blogs. Lots of smexiness to go around!

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#MySexySaturday {43}: She's turning over a new leaf...

So this week we're supposed to take a snippet from one of our books about a hero or heroine that doesn't realize how attractive he or she might be, but still take a chance. In one of my books from Eirelander Press, Always the Bridesmaid, my heroine Jenna has always been the larger than average Midwest girl and always been elected to the bridesmaid at her various family member's wedding because she's such a dependable and sensible girl.  Well to say she's fed up with it is an understatement and she acts completely out of character when she meets the groomsman she's been paired with.  Enjoy. And be sure to stop by the rest of the peeps blogs.  :) 

Snippet:

But the pitying looks from each of the other bridesmaids as they passed assured her that almost everyone had the same opinion on the matter: Dawson’s. Thankfully, she had a healthy dose of her father’s pride and was able to hold her head up in the face of adversity. In fact, to hell with what everybody thinks. I’m going to find a man who wants me, plus size body and all. It’s time this nice girl takes what she wants for once. My days of pleasing everyone but me are over. Who knows, maybe I’ll even rub it in Dawson’s face to boot. 

“I take it you’re my date for the evening?” A deep masculine voice washed over her from several inches above. A gasp of pleasure escaped her when she had to tilt her head back to see his face. He must’ve joined the recessional while she’d been lost in her thoughts. Her eyes met his. He has the most amazing blue eyes I’ve ever seen and he’s taller than me. Please, let him be my missing groomsman! 

“I’m Noah. Sorry I’m late. My flight from Brazil was delayed, but if I’d known such a beautiful woman was waiting for me, I would’ve rushed.”

The sincerity reflecting in his eyes surprised her. While she had no doubt he was sorry for being late, she hadn’t expected a compliment. Uncertain on how to proceed she ignored his later words to focus on his apology. “Don’t worry about being late. It’s not like you had any control over your flight. Besides it’s better late than never.” She forced a quick smile to her face. “I was worried I took those blessed dance classes for nothing. After all it’s hard to do the Salsa without a partner.” A thought occurred to her. “You do know how to do the Salsa, right?”

He threw back his head and laughed before nodding. “Speak your mind often?” 

“No, but I decided to turn over a new leaf. No better time like the present.” She mentally swore as her face heated. 

He chuckled once more. “You are such a delight. Shall we?”

She’s been burned, and he’s going to help her get revenge. 

Always the bridesmaid, that’s what everyone says about dependable Jenna Smith. With her cousin’s wedding coming up and no boyfriend in sight, she doesn’t expect it to change. That’s until she meets Dr. Noah Absolom, one of the groomsmen. Not only does he not mind her BBW size, he seems to love it. Even as she basks in his attention, Jenna’s ugly past with the best man rears its ugly head. Rather than letting Jenna flee from it, Noah proposes that he help her get sweet revenge on her cheating ex – all Jenna has to do is accept.

BUY FROM AMAZON

BUY FROM BARNES AND NOBLE

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#MySexySaturday {41}: Beginning anew...

This week we're supposed to be showcasing that special first moment between a couple or other milestone that highlights one person's decision to step out on the romantic limb for another.  In my current WIP, I just recently wrote a scene between Hark and Bryan where we see the turning point as Hark as coaxed back into the lifestyle he once loved.  This little snippet is from what they call 'aftercare' in the lifestyle. Enjoy and don't forget to stop at the rest of the contributors. 

Snippet: 

Hark cradled the silently sobbing man in his arms. After removing not only the gag but the silk tie as well, he’d pulled Bryan’s pants up enough to cover his hot ass – not bothering with the fastener and sank into the large plush executive chair. Using concentric circles as he rubbed Bryan’s back, he hummed an old Native American chant his mother had used to sing to him as a child. While he waited for Bryan to come back down from the height he’d flown, Hark ignored each fresh wave of tears that wet the planes of his chest. The emotional release the spanking had offered had done more than give Bryan needed relief, it also soothed the wounded part left deep within Hark – buried memories surrounding the loss of his family. 

Rocking back and forth as the tears slowly dried up, Hark idly wished for a bottle of water or even a warm blanket to comfort Bryan. His little one was coming back to him. He kept up the humming, knowing from personal experience how rough it could be. The little comforts a Dom could offer went a long way to making a sub feel safe. 

“Sir?” 

The croaked sound of the honorific had the song dying in his throat. 

“Hmmm?” He continued to rub Bryan’s back. 

The fingers resting against his abs seemed to clench. “I…” Bryan’s head lifted, exposing his moist blue eyes. The calm acceptance in their depths hadn’t been there earlier. “Thank you, Sir.” Then his head dropped back down. 

“You’re welcome.” Hark rested his chin on the top of Bryan’s tousled curls and savored the intimacy – despite the ache in his cock that came from having a man he desired sitting on his lap. He wasn’t ready to give it up quite yet.

 

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#MySexySaturday {40}: Ulterior Motives? He had none...

This week we're supposed to pick our excerpt based on not necessarily sex, but the emotion that leads to sex. To be loved.  In this particular case, Hark, my emotionally wounded hero, has offered comfort to Bryan after they find out that Bryan's assistant of ten years was attacked and left for dead in his office. (She lives thankfully!) Knowing Bryan is stressed beyond belief Hark uses the control Diachi has given him to comfort the other man.   Enjoy and make sure you stop by the rest of the contributor's blogs. 

Dakota

Snippet

Hark found the patience he'd been taught in the military was sorely lacking as he waited for Bryan to decide whether or not to trust him. It was true that Diachi had given Bryan to him during business hours, but that didn't mean the man before him felt comfortable enough to take what Hark had to offer. Hark found himself hoping Bryan would balk at the idea and push him away. It would only reconfirm how Hark viewed himself as a Dom. But a small part of him - one he’d thought died, wanted a chance to live again - to experience the pleasure that came from having another depend on them. But now as Bryan wrestled with his options, Hark could only wait. Diachi may have had the right to give Bryan to him, but only Bryan could be the one who followed through. 

Time seemed to stretch for an eternity with him hovering over the slightly smaller man with his hands braced against the wall, until Bryan stepped close enough to wrap his arms around Hark's waist.

“Hold me?” He shyly looked up at Hark, the need apparent in his gaze.

“With pleasure.” The words had barely passed his lips, when Bryan’s face found the crook of his neck. 

A shuddering sigh that could’ve been a mumbled thank you reached Hark’s ears as he gathered Bryan closer with one arm. How long they stood like that with Bryan's breath teasing his collarbone while Hark offered him the only comfort he knew how, was hard to say. It wasn't until the clearing of someone's throat followed by a brisk knock on the doorframe of Bryan's office that Bryan finally stirred as if to move out of Hark's arms. 

Hark had to fight the urge to pull Bryan back inside the shelter of his body. But he resisted. Even as Bryan took comfort from him, Hark had to remember this was all temporary.

"Hey, Bryan. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just heard what happened." The tall, dark-haired man in slacks and open-throat dress shirt hesitated – obviously uncomfortable at interrupting what was an intimate moment between Bryan and Hark.

  

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#MySexySaturday {39}: She should really resist...

This week is supposed to be about beginnings...whether they are rough or tender. This little scene in Wolfen Bonds leads up to the first time Colleen gives into the attraction growing between her, Matthias and Andy.  Enjoy and don't forget to stop by everyone else's blog.  I look forward to some yummy Saturday Sexiness! 

Dakota 

Snippet:

Of course, that brought her thoughts back to her mates. Matthias and Andrew. Two very different men, who called to her in different ways. She sighed. Even after their earlier clashes of will, she found Matthias to be a man of honor. A fair Alpha who wanted what was best for his people. The sensual tension between her and Andy, drove her nuts, while tempting her to bend his will to hers. To relish his inevitable submission. And to make matters worse, her wolf wanted her men and ceaselessly stalked Colleen’s dreams—demanding she complete the bond. 

Which is why she’d resisted Andy’s tempting offer. The mere image of the water racing down his body, caressing every inch as a lover would, had her breath catching. Release had been elusive since their episode in the elevator, but if she’d so much as caught a glimpse of his wet skin, she’d want to touch, kiss and lick every inch of it until he took her to the tile floor and returned the favor. How long could they play before their pleasure drew their first bond to them? Her thighs clenched at the idea of Matthias’s amber eyes devouring every move Andy and she made as they writhed against one another. She grew wet with desire as she imagined their powerful alpha joining them. 

As the shower shut off, she forced the fantasy away and dug her fingernails into her palms. She had to get herself under control before Andy entered the room. She debated opening the window. One sniff and he’d know she was aroused. She’d barely lifted the sash, when Andy entered the bedroom. In his bare feet, wearing nothing more than old jeans, he made her mouth water. It wasn’t fair. He was so damn sexy. All that bare flesh stretched her already tight nerve endings even more. She prayed for control, but a few stray droplets of water raced down his stomach. They slid under the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans and undid all her good intentions. Her sheath ached to be filled as the tangy taste of his blood filled her mouth. Desperate for that and more, she almost tackled Andy to the floor. 

A low whimper built in her throat when his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. The tantalizing aroma of pine filled the room as he stalked closer, his low growl preceding him. She stepped back without thinking, never realizing until it was too late, that he’d backed her into the corner, his hands braced on either side of her head. As he leaned in to sniff, she panicked. 

“Wait!” She pressed her hands against his chest, trying to ignore the hot feel of his chest under her palms. Her fingers itched to dig into the taut muscles, to test their resilience. 

Nuzzling the side of her hair, he crowded closer to her, letting his weight press against her hands. “You smell delicious, sweetheart. I know I should wait for Matt before taking what I want, but my self-control is slipping.” He licked the edge of her ear. His tongue plunged inside, caressing the inner whorls. She moaned as goose bumps prickled her skin. “But then I think about how visual our mate is. Did you know how much he loves to watch and what it would do to him if he caught us in the act?” 

“No…” She whimpered.

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