Cougar Christmas

  With lighting speed, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her forward. He bared his teeth and, to her horror, Elaina saw two sets of razor sharp fangs in the place where a human would have his canine teeth. Then glinted in the last dying light of the Mother Ship’s green sun.

  A Blood Kindred—she’d forgotten that Terex was a Blood Kindred and that all of his kind liked to bite their mates. But I’m not his mate. Surely he won’t really bite me, will he?

  “Please—” she began, but Terex was already dragging her towards him. He brushed her hair aside and pressed his face to the side of her neck. Elaina’s heart began to kick into overdrive, drumming against her ribs. She was sure now he was going to sink those deadly-looking fangs into her vulnerable throat but he only inhaled deeply, his broad chest expanding as he filled his lungs with her scent.

  “The very fragrance of your skin is a distraction from all that I need to focus on—from the person I need to become to in order to do my duty…to exact my revenge.”

  His breath was hot against the side of her neck, sending a shiver through her. It occurred to her, belatedly, that she ought to be pushing him away instead of just hanging limply in his powerful grasp like a ragdoll.

  But she barely had time to put up her hands before he was setting her back down and taking a large, deliberate step back. It was as though he was trying to put some distance between them.

  “What…what was that all about?” Elaina demanded breathlessly. She put a hand to her pounding heart—God, her pulse was racing and she felt flushed and dizzy at the same time!

  “Forgive me.” His voice was little more than a growl. “I…”

  Elaina waited for an explanation, wondering where the kind, courteous male she’d met on her first trip to the Mother Ship had gone. Where had the nice Terex gone and who was this feral stranger who had taken his place? In the artificial twilight of the Mother Ship, his eyes seemed to glow—his right eye, anyway.

  “You’re what?” she asked at last when he never continued..

  Terex started to speak, then shook his head.

  “I have no excuse for my actions. Do you still wish to visit your sister on Earth?”

  “Well, yes, but—”

  “Then follow me.” He turned and started walking away, leaving Elaina to stare after him, feeling stunned. Should she go after him? Confront him? Demand more of an explanation? Should she go on this weird trip with him at all?

  Then she thought of Gina…of her hollow, sunken cheeks and the dark circles around her eyes…the jut of her hipbones under the blue and white hospital gown.

  I have to go, he realized. No matter how crazy it seems, this is my only chance to save my little sister!

  Putting aside her concerns for her own personal safety, Elaina picked up the pace and ran after the big Kindred, determined to keep up no matter how intent he seemed on leaving her in the dust.

  She was going into the Blind, she told herself, going no matter what Commander Terex said or what he did. She was going to save her sister no matter what!

  Elaina just hoped she could handle being alone with the big Kindred and confronting whatever they found in the giant dust cloud. Truly the territory they were going into was…Uncharted.

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  Big Package by Opal Carew

  Excerpt

  Holly peered out the windshield. “It is getting bad.”

  “No worries. This car will get through pretty much anything.”

  The exit for the border crossing was ahead and he took the turn.

  “Do you have your passport handy?” he asked

  She opened her purse and pulled it out. “Right here.” She set it on the console on top of his.

  The sound of the tires as they drove over the long metal bridge was loud and grating, but soon they were on smooth pavement on the Canadian side. He pulled into the second of four lanes, behind the shortest line-up of cars.

  The line moved pretty steadily. The border guards seemed to be waving most people through. The car in front of them moved ahead to the kiosk while they waited their turn. The guard talked to the driver for a couple of seconds, checking the passports, then handed them back and the driver pulled away.

  The light turned green, indicating Kalen could proceed. He pulled up to the kiosk.

  “Citizenship?” the uniformed woman asked as Kalen handed her the two passports.

  “I’m a Canadian-U.S. citizen and she’s a U.S. citizen.”

  “Where are you travelling to?”

  “We’re going to Ottawa,” he answered.

  “How do you know each other?”

  “We’re both from River Rapids. I’m giving Holly a ride to visit family in Ottawa.”

  The guard peered across at Holly. “How long are you staying in Ottawa, miss?”

  “I’ll be there for ten days,” she answered.

  The guard peered in the backseat. “What’s in the big box?”

  Holly’s eyes widened. Oh, God, this was not good.

  “I . . . don’t know. It’s a gift someone gave me.”

  “You have no idea what’s in it?” The guard’s business-like expression grew stern.

  “No.”

  Her heart sank as the guard told them to pull off to the side so someone could check it out.

  Kalen drove forward, then turned off into one of the bays they had for examining cars. After a few minutes, a guard came out to greet them.

  “Both of you step out of the car,” the guard said. He was big and steely-eyed, and the sidearm he wore made Holly nervous. “Sit on the bench.”

  There was a bench a few feet from the car.

  “Is the package heavy?” he asked.

  “No, not really,” she answered as she sat beside Kalen.

  The guard lifted it out of the car and set it on a table off to the side.

  “Ma’am, I need this opened. If you’d like to do it to preserve the gift wrap . . .”

  She shook her head. “I don’t care about the wrap. You can just rip it off.”

  “Please just come and open the package, ma’am.”

  She gazed at Kalen, as she stood up, then approached the table. She tore at the embarrassing gift wrap and peeled it away. Then she ripped the clear packing tape holding the top flaps together.

  “That’s fine. Was this gift for you, ma’am?”

  “Yes.”

  “From the gentleman?”

  “No,” she answered quickly. “It was from . . . my boyfriend.”

  She didn’t know if she’d be in trouble for lying, since she and Jim weren’t together anymore, but she didn’t want to try explaining why she was carrying around a huge gift from an ex-boyfriend.

  “Okay, you can come and look as I open it if you like.”

  She stood beside him, curious and anxious about what was inside.

  The guard pulled back the flaps and they both peered inside.

  Holly stared in horror, her cheeks blazing with heat. The guard’s gaze shifted to hers and she saw a slight smile on his lips.

  Inside were several items. Every one of them intensely embarrassing.

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  A Manhattanite's Christmas by Avery Aster

  Excerpt

  Bomb Ass Pussy

  Sheldon

  Observing Neve’s vulnerability turns me on. While it’s refreshing to see another side of her, her thoughts about not going through with marrying me are making me nervous.

  We sit on two office chairs for a few minutes in silence before she asks, “What made you change your mind?”

  “About marrying you?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “I have a son who has needs that I can’t afford. Education, medication, tutoring.”

  She doesn’t say anything, just listens.

  “His mother is being released from jail in a fe
w weeks. When she was first arrested, I agreed to take care of him until she got out. But now….” I pause, ready to say something that I hadn’t realized until this point. “I don’t want to give him back. I can’t. For the longest time I thought he needed me, but in reality it’s me who needs him. I can’t imagine my life without him.” Slumping in my chair, tears well up behind my eyelids as I let my words of admission sink in.

  “That’s very sweet, Sheldon. Your son sounds blessed to have you as his father. He’s lucky, actually. Can’t say I ever knew my dad. Not sure my mother did either.” She forces a smile, but I can tell this isn’t a happy subject for her.

  “Anyways, his mother is unfit to parent. If she takes this to court I’ll need the money to fight her.” I fidget with the bow tie around my neck, suddenly feeling as though I’m choking.

  “Funny how I barely know you but something tells me that you’re a good guy, Shel. I want to help you. I do.” She sighs and picks her shiny nails.

  “I’ll ask you the same question you asked me. What made you change your mind? I mean, up to an hour ago you were dead set on getting hitched to be on that show. Hell, you were even going to marry that gay socialite Thor Edwards.” I look at the clock on the wall. An hour has passed since we first arrived.

  She laughed. “Thor is one of Blake’s best friends. We were going to do a whole Liza Minnelli thing where I’d later to file for a divorce, not realizing he was gay.”

  “Everyone in the world knows Thor is g-a-y.”

  We laugh.

  “When you said you loved me, I just froze up.”

  Oh man. I wring my hands and admit, “I didn’t mean it. I don’t believe in those kind of things.”

  “I know. Well, that you didn’t mean you were in love with me. Wait. Why don’t you believe in love?”

  “That’s a story for another day.” Her name is Ruby Crundwell, and anyone who’s been taken for a ride like I’ve been with that wench would feel the same way. “Besides, I’m sure you’ve heard hundreds of guys tell you they love you. You’re famous.”

  “They say they want to fuck me, watch me get it on with their wife, masturbate thinking about me, have a blow-up doll at home named after me, say my name when they orgasm inside their girlfriend, but never do they say they love me.”

  “Ever?” I’m in disbelief.

  “Nope.” She bites on her thumbnail as if the topic of ‘love’ is making her nervous.

  “I can understand how men get turned on by you.”

  “Is that so?” she asks coyly.

  “You’re very beautiful.” A hard lump rises in the back of my throat. Clearly, she makes me nervous too.

  Neve is more than just a pretty face; she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. Shit, I’ve had an erection since the second I laid eyes on her this morning. I adjust myself as she stops fidgeting with her nails and re-crosses her long, tan, tight legs.

  Noticing me staring at them, she laughs.

  My right hand falls behind her back as I lean in closer. Her green scent hits my nostrils, making me smile. She smiles too. For a second I think she might be changing her mind again. Hopefully leaning back to a yes on getting married.

  “If we go through with this, we need to establish some rules.”

  I nod. “Continue.”

  “I won’t date anyone while we’re married. Neither will you.”

  “Of course.” My pulse races with excitement about the mere thought of monogamy.

  “I mean it. We have to act like a real couple. That means being exclusive with one another. You can’t even sext your lady friends. It’ll come out in the press. Trust me, after we get married, everyone will be examining your every move.”

  I didn’t think about that before, but Neve is right. Honestly it’ll be a relief, at least for a little while that I won’t be on market. You know, available, looking for ‘the one.’ Not that I have in the past, but there’s pressure to put yourself out there, that’s for sure.

  “Okay. What else?”

  “You have to let me be me while the cameras are rolling. You cannot control me or tell me what to do.”

  Surprised, I feel my right eyebrow go up.

  “Sheldon, I need to secure more airtime from the cameras than the other TV stars. The only way I’m going to be able to do that is by being dramatic, over the top, and a bit cray-cray. Do you honestly think you can go along with this?”

  I pause for a minute, collecting my thoughts before saying, “As long as it’s not at my own expense.”

  “Deal! I promise. Now from what I understand, the format of the show is that we’re basically staying at a resort on the north shore of Long Island for two full weeks. We’ll be put through various exercises on how to better our marriage. There will be newlywed games and various contests that we can each win as we go along. The goal is that every other day, a different couple is bumped off the show until there’s just one couple remaining.”

  “We still get paid regardless, right?”

  “Yes, we each get five hundred thousand dollars for participating. You’ll be getting my half, so one mil for you. Now if we win, we get our own TV show that’ll start taping after the holidays and a five million dollar signing bonus.”

  “Whaaat?” No one said anything about this to me before.

  “Don’t worry. We don’t have to do that show. Let’s figure that out later. The point is that we have to stay till the end. The publicity if we win will be enormous.”

  “We’ll win. I’m not worried. I’m competitive and so are you, right?”

  With hesitation she nods.

  “Still on the fence?”

  “A little….”

  “Maybe this will help you change your mind.” I dip my chin, lining my lips toward hers, and go for the kiss.

  Mmmmm. Frenching this woman is the best feeling on Earth.

  Neve uncrosses her legs, allowing my right hand to caress the inner part of her thigh. She giggles in my mouth. Pushing her skirt up, I soon realize… “You’re not wearing any underpants.”

  “I never do.” Her voice quivers.

  Quickly I lick my middle finger, getting it nice and wet, and then slowly, ever so gently, I slide it into her pussy, catching her moans in my mouth.

  “What if someone comes?” she asks, looking toward the door.

  It remains closed.

  “The only person who’s going to come is you. Now kiss me and don’t take your lips off mine until I say so. Understand?”

  She nods playfully and does as she’s told.

  I kiss her. She tongues me back. This goes on for a few rounds, our lips getting redder and puffier by the minute. Her pupils dilate. My breaths deepen as hers shallow. She pushes the hair away from covering her face.

  Then, without warning, she throws her back against the chair and begins to frantically rub herself, first with long strokes up and then down her vagina.

  Soon she picks up speed, following that up with short strokes, her fingers going so fast I didn’t know how I could keep up.

  With my thumb I flick her clit. Watching her face burst with excitement as if she’s going to take off to the moon, I tell her, “Hold onto my shoulders.”

  “You’re going to make me have an orgasm right here in the courthouse.” She says it as if that’s exactly what she wants to have happen.

  Sliding my butt off the chair, I kneel beside her.

  Spreading her legs wide, I bury my face and give her a good tongue-lashing. “This is one bomb ass pussy.” Fuuuck.

  “What did you say?” Neve’s hands bawl into fists as she tightens her grip on my hair, tugging on my scalp.

  “These two lips of yours are tight.” Gently I pinch them together. “The skin is pink and unmarked. Fresh. Tasty. Like a virgin. Your bomb ass pussy is mine. All mine!”

  Lifting my head, I glare at her feeling the lust swell up deep inside of me as she begs, “Be gentle down there, please. I’m not used to this, but I’m starting to love it.”

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bsp; I laugh before sliding my right middle finger into her cunt. My chin rests gently over her folds as I lick. Oh, I lick so much faster than her fingers could ever move.

  “Sheldon. Oh. Fu—”

  Uh-huh.

  “Right there. That’s it. Don’t stop. Oh yes.”

  I pause, getting her attention before I lick her hot flesh once, then twice. “For the next two weeks your bomb ass pussy belongs to me. Understand, Wonder Woman?”

  With short breath, she pants in agreement.

  “I will have you whenever and however I want. Sex is part of the deal. Yes?”

  “Yessss!” Her grip on my hair tightens as her legs clench around my neck, pushing my face against her.

  “Come for me. Come on.” I demand, licking her hot wet flesh.

  “Now?” she asks, as if she needs permission.

  With my free hand I press two fingers down just over her pussy, first a gentle tap, then a slight push making my way over the flat flesh of her G spot. Neve’s moans grow louder. Her legs, once flexed, start to spasm on either side of my head.

  “Right now,” I say, jutting my tongue out and lapping up her orgasm.

  On my feet, I start to undo my belt. “It’s my turn.”

  She looks up at me with hunger in her eyes.

  The door flies open.

  Fuck.

  “Are we interrupting anything?” Kiki asks with a nervous edge in her voice.

  “Yes,” I grit out, forgetting the real reason why we’re here.

  “They’re ready for you two. Let’s get this wedding on, people. Mr. Truman, adjust yourself.” Blake snaps his fingers at us to get in line, points down at my erection, and sings, “Save that for the honeymoon, honey.”

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