21 May '12

Good Smut Day Fourteen – An EXPLICIT excerpt of Bloodstorm by Amber Kallyn plus a giveaway

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Scott stared at Calla’s upturned face. Her eyelids partially closed and a fine sheen of sweat dotted her forehead. He wasn’t sure he really saw a flash of reddish-purple encircling her enlarged pupils.

Her strawberry lips parted, her breathing turning into gasping pants. Sexuality rolled from her in waves. His body tensed, muscles tightening as his cock hardened.

His hand on her arm twitched as her skin became hot. Burning. “Are you all right?” Scott tried to let go, but their skin seemed fused.

Fire and lightning, a mix of pain and rampant lust, spread through his body, sending every nerve zinging. He pictured plunging into the wet heat of this woman.

She whimpered, her breathing fast, and plastered her soft, curvy body to his, rubbing against him like a cat.

Her hands roamed his sides. Her breasts pushed at his chest, nipples hard peaks. It took all his control not to drag her to the ground and fuck her.

He tried to think. To control the rampaging lust stomping all over the word caution. Everything else disappeared, the sounds of the band inside the bar, of the insects in the forest, until only the two of them remained. His skin heated where her soft hands ran over his chest, down his thighs, up his hips. His cock pounded every time she came close, but the woman teasingly stayed away from his crotch.

Her nails finally traced the bulge straining at his jeans. Suddenly, he was able to let go of her arm. Scott fought to step back from the flushed woman who’d changed from a queen of ice to a fire nymph.

“What –” he began.

“Love me,” she whispered, her voice husky, raw. She grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and yanked his head down.

Her soft warm lips pressed to his. He groaned as the object of his fantasies freely offered herself to him. Her tongue slid into his mouth, tracing his teeth. He groaned, pushing back, kissing her with barely restrained passion. She nipped his tongue, drawing it out and sucking.

Her taste, a combination of Smokey’s whiskey-beer and vanilla, filled him, stoking his desire. Her scent, cherries, curled into his nostrils with every heavy breath he took.

Control almost shot, Scott’s cock strained against his jeans. He wanted to rip their clothes away and plunge into her heat. Her lithe body bumped against him, her legs sliding between his and rubbing along his pulsing cock.

It wasn’t every day a beautiful woman threw herself at him. Just how much had she drank? The thought helped him to find some tiny bit of control. It took every last ounce he could summon, but Scott grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back a little. “Honey, wait. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

She growled deep in her throat and fisted her hands in his T-shirt, then ripped it down the front. Her hands ran over his chest, a finger flicking one of his nipples. One hand slid to his pants and gripped his cock through the jeans.

Pure electric shocks hit him. He was gonna lose it. Not that he wanted her to stop, but she’d be pissed in the morning. “Calla, we need to –”

“Fuck me.” Her voice was throaty, animalistic. Calla jerked the button of his jeans undone, then reached for the zipper. She pulled his cock from his boxers and stepped back.

He almost moaned in despair.

Calla leaned over, her breath tickling his skin. Her hot little tongue darted out, encircling the head of his cock, enveloping him in wet heat, the woman sucked deep. Beyond normal lust, beyond control, primal urges seized him, unwilling to be denied any longer.

Magic and fire. They burned. Burned deep inside. A combination of pleasure and pain, of urges too powerful to deny.

The springy hairs on his balls tickled Calla’s palm as she rolled them between her fingers. His cock twitched. Slowly easing her lips over his tip, she licked down the length, paying special attention to the ridge on the underside, loving the way the velvety hardness pulsed beneath her tongue.

Scott groaned, his hands delving into her hair. Distantly, she felt a clip come out. Her hair spilled forward and she peeked up at him. Scott’s head was thrown back, his pecs and arms bunched.

Pushing her hair out of the way, she sucked his dick, drawing it deep into her mouth, teasing with teeth and hands, licking with her tongue. His smoothness tasted salty, musky. Needing to touch more of him, she pushed the jeans down his narrow hips and grabbed his ass. His cheeks were smooth, flexing beneath her grip.

Scott jerked her to her feet. She stared at this man whose touch made her burn beneath the moonlight. In her haze, one thought floated through her mind. The mating fire would not have begun if he was truly, completely, human.

The fire took control once more and she happily gave into its demands. It was the nature of her beast. They were one in their desire. “Fuck me now,” she demanded.

With a low growl, Scott backed her to the wall. He jerked her jacket off, then tugged her shirt over her head. Cool air brushed her sweaty skin, catching her between fire and ice. His abrupt movements, full of controlled passion, made her feel small. Not weak, but dominated. As if she didn’t need to stay in control and make sure everything came out perfectly.

His heated mouth traced her shoulder as he yanked at her bra strap. Then it was gone and his flexing pecs pressed into her chest, the dusting of hair rasping against her sensitive nipples.

A whimper escaped as she rubbed against him, feeling skin on skin, heat on heat. He ran his hands down her sides, hips, to her thighs. He pushed her skirt up as his mouth descended on hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth.

He slid his fingertips along the top of her thigh-highs, tickling her skin as he eased her skirt higher. Then they were on the scrap of panties she wore, teasing through the material.

She groaned, head falling back against the wooden wall. His tongue licked down her throat as his fingers rubbed against her aching clit in tight, hard circles.

Flashes popped beneath her eyelids. “Yes. Harder,” she whispered huskily.

His hand delved beneath her panties and the cloth ripped. His tongue traced over the top of one breast, licking up her neck and pushing inside her mouth.

With his other hand, he kneaded a breast, rolling her tight nipple between his fingers. Then his mouth was gone, to suck her breast, taking a mouthful, his tongue playing with her nipple.

His dick slipped against her already wet pussy lips. Unable to wait any longer, Calla wrapped her fingers around him, guiding him to her entrance. She pushed her hips to meet his thrust.

Velvety heat drove into her. Further. Deeper. All consuming. Her moans joined his pleasured groan. His scent, his taste, his body rubbing and grinding against her own. They fit together. Perfectly.

Slowly, teasingly, he drew out, his hand moving down to her clit. Then he slammed his cock deep inside her core, his tongue plunging into her mouth at the same time, demanding she take him all.

Her hips jerked in time to his, rocking and pounding. She grabbed his ass, raking her nails across his skin, pleased when he shuddered.

Wanting more, she pulled him to her, hard, fast.

He groaned, nibbling her shoulder and neck. Moving up her jaw and to her lips, Scott kissed her with such intensity she almost came just from the act. But the fire inside her was more demanding. It wanted complete fulfillment. Needed it.

The pleasure spreading through her nearly drove her crazy. She ran her hands over the smooth skin of his back, pressing her breasts against his chest, biting his shoulder.

He shouted, from pain or pleasure, she didn’t know.

The pressure built, his slickness moving in and out, his thumb grinding her clit. Whimpers grew louder, escaping on her heavy pants. He licked her skin wherever he could reach.

As the orgasm approached, she jerked him harder, urging him on with hands and hips. He slammed into her, groaning each time their sweat-slicked bodies hit.

He plastered her to the wall. She barely noticed the tiny pinpricks across her back.

Every inch of her skin sang with sensitivity. Everywhere he touched her built the orgasm until she writhed in his arms.

Then it hit. Spasms wracked her, the exquisite pleasure spreading all the way to her curling toes. She screamed, biting his chest.

Wave after wave crashed, keeping her high on the peak. Still he fucked her. And still she came, her pussy clenching around him. His harsh cry filled her ears, vibrating against her neck. His mouth bore down, sucking at her skin, his dick pulsing as the heat of his come spilled into her.

He leaned against her, crushing her close. She loved it. Didn’t want to move. Didn’t know if she could.

Their heavy breathing combined in the still night air. Then, slowly, sounds of life came back — music inside the bar, cars in the parking lot. A dog barking far away.

Scott straightened, his eyes no longer a mix of gray, but a dark emerald. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Calla could only look at him, her heart still racing, her body trembling at all he’d made her feel. She didn’t know what to say. Hey, there. Guess what? My mating just began. With you.

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5 Responses to “Good Smut Day Fourteen – An EXPLICIT excerpt of Bloodstorm by Amber Kallyn plus a giveaway”

  1. I just Love Erotic Paranormal Vampire Books & tried to win this Book on Amber's Book Tour….when I wasn't lucky enough to win….I won anyway because I just had to have this HOT Book & bought it!!!! WooooHoooo OMG this is one Great Read, have a fan handy to cool yourself off! Way to go Amber!!!! I can't wait for Book 2.

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