Fleeing Temptation (Temptation, Wyoming 2) is available at Siren Publishing, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble. Cover, blurb, and excerpts are pasted below.
Word Count: 39,567
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, F/F/M with F/F elements, shape-shifters, witches, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Hilary is a witch on the run from Nex, a were-tiger who wants her dead. She finds a naked young woman alone in the woods and decides to help her.
Callie must cope with the trauma of having been sexually assaulted by her boyfriend and left naked and alone in Yellowstone National Park. She befriends Hilary, the quirky Scottish woman who becomes her roommate in the little town of Temptation.
Cameron owns a magic shop and hires Hilary when he falls for her at first sight. When she invites him over to their apartment, he thinks they're going to fool around, but she kidnaps him and turns him into their sex slave and plaything to help Callie heal from her fear of intimacy.
Passion and friendship unite the trio, but their relationship is threatened when Nex finally catches up with Hilary and seeks revenge.
Note: This book contains forced seduction.
“You look really nice.”
She stiffened. Ah yes, he wanted out of those handcuffs and in her pants, hence the flattery. “If I unchain you, do I have your word you won’t run?”
Like his word would mean anything.
Hilary unchained him and set the cuffs aside while Cameron sat up and rubbed his wrists. He didn’t run, which was good, because he looked strong enough to put up a fight if she tackled him. Hell, he might even win such a struggle, but she wouldn’t ever tell him that.
He followed her into her bedroom, eyes widening when he saw the large iron cage. “What is that?”
“Don’t talk. I own you and I command your silence. Now get down on your hands and knees like the dog you are and eat your breakfast.”
He lowered to his knees, frowning when he saw the bowl of dog food. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
“I assure you I am not.”
“I can’t eat this crap.”
“Did you know I’m skilled in the art of castration?”
That got him right to eating. He made faces and whined in aggravation while he ate, but he choked it down. “I hope you know this tastes like shit.”
“Good. Now hush and eat your shit, little dung beetle.” When he knelt to drink from the bowl of water, she slapped his fanny. “Drink as a mutt would.”
“That’s going to take forever to quench my thirst.”
“Would you like me to fix you, puppy?”
He cringed and lapped at the water like her little puppy. The sight of him obeying her and being utterly humiliated made her feel powerful and in control.
“Well, that was weird. What now?”
“I bought you a toothbrush since yours is still at your place. Go brush your teeth and shower. When you are finished, kneel before me naked with your head bowed in humble submission.”
“Did I say something funny?”
“Nothing. I’m going.”
Hilary waited in the dining room while he cleaned up. The steady sound of the shower running proved as rhythmic and calming as the drizzle outdoors. He came out in the buff…except for the towel wrapped around his waist like a loincloth.
“Did I not tell you to come out here nude?”
“Yeah, but this is close enough.”
She raised her eyebrow, surprised by his bold defiance. This would never do, but oh how fun to knock the fool down to size. She stood and approached him. He appeared startled when she yanked the towel off of him, exposing his loins to the cool draft seeping in through the open window.
“Close enough is not good enough.” She forced him to his knees, tickled at the sound of his breath hitching. She nearly lost hers when he caressed her thighs and lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to kiss her tummy. The way his eyes closed when his soft, moist lips touched her skin looked so loving and beautiful. This bastard was a skilled con artist. He must never be trusted. She yanked his hands away and slapped his face.
“Geez, I was just being nice.”
“I did not give you permission to touch me. For it you shall be spanked.”
He smirked. “Really?”
“Aye, really. Since you are my pet, you shall wear this as a symbol of my ownership over you—a reminder of my power and authority and your weakness.”
Cameron studied the pink dog collar closely for a second. “It’s a dog collar.”
“Aye, I’m told masters sometimes give their slaves collars in this town.”
“Yeah, as in BDSM collars and chokers designed specifically for humans, not an actual freaking collar a real dog would wear.”
“But you are my dog.”
“And why the hell is it pink? Didn’t they have any blue or black ones at the pet store when you bought this?”
“Aye, they did, but I wanted you to wear a pink one so you would feel emasculated and ridiculous.”
“Well, it worked.”
“Quit your sniveling and hold still while I put this on you.” She fastened the collar securely around his neck. “I don’t have a license for it, but I trust this gift is generous enough for you.”
“Good. Now lie across my lap while I discipline you.”
“I’ve never licked a girl before,” she said coyly, her breath hitching when she felt Cameron parting her delicate folds.
Hilary winked at her and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Then we shall just have to have Cameron remind you how it’s done. While he does, I will clean the glitter off of you.”
“What glitter?” Callie felt giddy when she saw Hilary open a small container of what looked like edible powder from the adult store. “Oh, yum! What kind is that?”
“Sugar cookie.” Hilary dusted her breasts with it.
“Oh, cool. I want some.” Cameron sprinkled some of the shimmery powder onto her thigh and licked the trail up with his tongue. “Oh, that’s good.”
Callie twisted around on the mattress when Hilary’s skilled tongue followed the glittery path she’d made on her stomach. Her sighs turned into harsh, rapid breaths when she felt Cameron gently rubbing some dust over her creamy slit. Her back arched when Hilary latched onto a nipple and ravenously sucked the mock sugar from her. Callie cried out when she felt Cameron’s devoted tongue eating hungrily from her drenched pussy.
“It’s too good. I can’t stand it,” she panted, never wanting it to end, even as it drove her crazy with need.
Sobs of pleasure tore from her throat when he laved her pulsing clit, lapping up the glitter there. She moaned in Hilary’s mouth when the woman plastered her mouth on her and spread the tasty sugar all over her taste buds. The rest of the world seemed to disappear until only the sucking and slurping remained. Sparks of electric pleasure shot off in her body as Cameron coaxed her clitoris over the edge and Hilary tugged on her tit with her mouth. Callie shuddered and moaned beneath her lovers, unable to escape the rush of their gifted mouths.
“Oh, wow,” she sighed shakily, feeling the big smile on her face. “Thank you both. That was wonderful.”
Hilary flicked her tongue lightly against her pointed nipple. “It was.”
Cameron stood between her thighs. “You look so freaking gorgeous when you come, Callie girl. Wrap your legs around my hips.”
Callie thanked him for the compliment and followed his orders. She felt the blood heat beneath her skin when his glans pushed slowly into her soaked vagina. The way he gasped and his eyes closed was pure, breathtaking masculinity. She groaned when she felt him bottom out inside of her.
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