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Saturday, March 18, 2017

Smutterday - A Private Hunger

A Private Hunger

What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon? 

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in. 

As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon. 

Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

Originally released with Torquere Press and All Romance Ebooks. 

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Smutty Excerpt:

“I just left your bed, and now you’re inviting me back for a visit?” He gave D another kiss, still stunned that the dear man had given up his own bed for him.

“Indeed, I am.” D’s hands slid along his back, cupping his ass, squeezing.

He moaned and nodded. “Okay. Okay, but I’m not... I’m not like a real stud. I’ve only had one real lover, you know?” Just in case it wasn’t completely obvious. God, he could be a dork. Good thing it wasn’t perpetual.

“If I wanted a stud, I’d be at the Downs, checking out the horseflesh. You’ll do just fine as you are, Pet.” D gave him another dizzy-making kiss.

He stepped closer, moaning. “Oh. Oh, good.”

D gathered him up into the strong arms, one beneath his shoulders, the other beneath his knees, and began to carry him up the broad staircase, peppering his face with hard little kisses.

“Wow. You... Strong. You’re strong.” He hoped to hell that Wetthers guy didn’t show up right then. It would be embarrassing. D gave him a pleased growl. The man wasn’t even breathing heavy by the time they got to the familiar room with the big bed. He licked D’s jaw. “Love that growl. Never heard anything like that before.”

“Yeah?” D growled again for him, longer, lower, the sound vibrating the broad chest against him as he was set down on the bed.

“Yeah.” It made him hard, made him want. Made him a little scared, too, just a little, just enough to make him shiver.

That made D growl more, the hot mouth closing over his, stealing his breath as equally hot hands slid beneath his t-shirt. His skin burned, ached, and he shifted, not sure if he was trying to get more or get away. D pushed his t-shirt up, their kiss breaking to pull it over his head. He blushed a little, arms ending over his head. “I spend a lot of time half-dressed around here.”

“Oh, that won’t do,” murmured D. “It won’t do at all.” D pulled at his sweats, sliding them down off his legs. “There, now you aren’t half-dressed anymore.”

He laughed, turning halfway to playfully hide himself, showing D a long line of skin.

D growled again, pouncing on him, mouth slick and hot along his side. “Such sweet skin, Pet.” He could feel those hot fingers tracing his birthmark, tongue soon following the same path.

“Mmm... Oh! Sensitive! God, D!” He moved away, goose flesh rising. “Oh, that’s... that’s something else..”

“It is beautiful.” D slid his hand along the birthmark.

“My mom wants me to get it removed, says it’ll get cancer, but I never have.” It was an ugly blotch, almost like a handprint. Almost.

D snorted. “It is quite beautiful, Pet. There’s no need to remove it.”

“It tingles when you touch it.” There must be some weirdness with the nerves. Odd.

“A good tingle?” D asked, fingers stroking, tongue licking.

“I... Yes. I mean, not bad. Diff... different.” His knees buckled, eyes rolling back into his head. “Wow.”

D growled again, the sound sliding along the mark.

“You... you’ll make me come.” He whispered the words, embarrassed but so aroused.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” D didn’t stop.

“But... I... Oh, D. It feels good...” He stretched out, hands on the bed as his body rippled.

“So beautiful, writhing for me.” D traced the birthmark with his tongue, fingers dancing over it. “Come, Pet, and then I will have you.”

“Matt. Oh, D... Oh...” His hips jerked and then D growled again, teeth sliding against his skin, and he came, shooting hard.

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