Meet the Wolf On The Hill with @jorjalovett #shifter #newrelease

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I have the lovely Jorja on my blog today with her latest BESTSELLING release, The Wolf On The Hill. As Jorja is a much loved member of my crit group I was privileged to witness the creation of this fabulous story from the first few paragraphs, and I always said it was going to be a winner! 

*grins*

I have yet to read the published book, but it's sitting on the top of my Kindle, and I just know I am going to love it, and you will too. Here's Jorja with more info.

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Hi, Doris. Thanks for having me here to share wolfie with you. It's been such an exciting week and I know I'm in danger of being a pain in the backside with all the squee-ing I've been doing but I can't help myself! Book One of  'The Wild Irish Wolves', The Wolf on the Hill, went on general release on Friday and it's already at #16 of ARe 's Best seller list. I also subbed the manuscript for book Two, so I'm anxiously awaiting a response from my publisher, and doing some serious inbox stalking.

Fancy a peek?

The Wolf on the Hill - Blurb

Book one in The Wild Irish Wolves Series.

Can two stubborn wolf shifters let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?

Lone wolf Caleb Jackson is only back in town long enough to sell his late father's house, and the bad memories with it. He never expected to find his mate.

Good girl Mia Blake never behaves badly. Except for the time she shifts into her wolf, chases a stranger through Olcan Hills, and has the hottest sex of her life on the forest floor.

He has no desire to settle down. She is afraid to upset her family. But, with someone determined to destroy Caleb's inheritance, and his secret fling with Mia getting hot and heavy, moving on isn't as easy as he'd hoped.

Can either of them let down their guards long enough to take a chance on love?



Excerpt *Warning: Contains Adult Only Content*

Rain soaked Mia’s fur as she bounded through the woods bordering the Olcan Hills, relishing every inch of earth mashed beneath her claws. Trees became nothing more than a blur as she raced by, running to find her release out here where she answered to no one but nature. This was freedom.

When she reached the top of the hill she came to a standstill and released her primal scream of frustration in a howl, unleashing everything she couldn’t say to her overbearing family, pouring every hidden truth of who she really was into one long mournful call.

In the distance, another wolf echoed her cry and answered with one of his own. This was the reason her mother despised her shifting into her wolf form. She went kind of crazy and forgot all sense of danger in the excitement. Exactly the reason why she did it in secret. And now, here she was, totally exposed in the Northern Irish countryside, crouched and listening out for the intruder’s approach.

Snapping twigs and rustling leaves marked his stealthy journey towards her but she stood her ground, regardless of how loudly her heart was beating in her ears. The wind carried his scent and raised the hackles along her spine when she sniffed the air. Another shifter, but one she didn’t recognise. Big bro would use her pelt for a rug if he found out she’d strayed beyond the boundary.

Amber eyes glowed in the dark shadows as the large grey wolf stalked through the forest. She bowed in submission. Even if she had a clue how to fight, he was double her size and twice as powerful. He growled a low warning and sniffed her with interest, his wet nose nudging her clammy fur. Did he expect her to roll over and show her belly? Pride wouldn’t let her, but she was careful not to make eye contact as he circled around her twice in case he took it as a challenge.

She only lifted her head when she saw him pad away, heading back to the cover of the trees. He stopped, looked back at her, and cocked his head to one side. When she didn’t move he returned and nipped her ear. She yelped in surprise and indignation. Of all the nerve!

The rules of engagement were abandoned in the heat of her outrage and, in a snarling frenzy, she launched herself at him. For an animal so large, the grey wolf moved gracefully, dodging her attack to race ahead and leaving Mia in dogged pursuit.

Tree branches tore at her skin as she ploughed heedlessly into the woodland, but the pain dulled in the exhilaration of the chase. As they wove their way through the undergrowth, Mia’s anger subsided to let her long-neglected sense of fun take over.

He wanted her to follow him. She knew that from the glances he kept throwing back at her. So she stopped and slipped quietly behind the stump of an uprooted oak, waiting to see what he would do. White wisps of steam escaped from her nostrils as she fought to get her breath back and suddenly the area seemed too quiet.

With a thud Grey leapt onto the tree stump, and leant back onto his haunches ready to pounce. Mia took off again and this time she was the hunted. She didn’t get very far before he sprang and knocked her off her feet.

In a tangle of limbs they rolled through the leafy debris of the forest floor, shifting into their human form as they came to rest, with her pinned to the ground by a hard, muscular, naked body.

"Well, that was fun." He grinned down at her, making no attempt to get off her, his green eyes full of mischief.

"If you say so." Mia’s heart still raced but she was at enough of a disadvantage wedged underneath him without admitting she enjoyed the capture as much as the chase.

"I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He bent his head to kiss the scratches marking her shoulder and suddenly the only ache she felt was hidden deep inside.

"No." She swallowed hard as he ventured closer to her already puckered nipples.

"Do you want me to stop?" His hot breath on her sensitive skin engulfed her in a tide of hormones she hadn’t been ruled by in a long time, if ever.

Maybe a piece of her wolf was still in her system, thriving on the excitement and danger, but she was horny, and ripe for the picking. "No."

With a need to touch, to taste this handsome stranger on her tongue, she manoeuvred enough room to free her hands and wind them into his dark blond hair, pulling him down into a kiss.

He massaged her breasts, first with his hand, quickly followed by his mouth. The sucking and licking around her straining pink tips made her arousal too great to bear. She writhed against him, wet and waiting, but he let her suffer further still whilst he covered her mounds in tiny, exquisite bites.

Bewitched by the woods and her fantasy lover, she swapped the dull reality of her life for this moment, cavorting like the sort of woodland nymph she longed to be. Someone who lived without fear of consequences or judgement.

She wanted him. Prim and proper Mia Blake, who never stepped out of line, was lying naked in the woods with a stranger’s erection pressing into her abdomen, and she loved it. A restlessness seized hold as her body cried out with need. Her limbs trembled, her fingers and toes curled, waiting for that final act of completion. As dusk settled around them and an ethereal fog swirled between the trees, she lost herself in the erotic dream and let him sink into her.

Available from Total-E-Bound now

Total-E-Bound are offering a generous discount for The Wolf on the Hill on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. And it's only 99cents at Are for a limited time only.

                                                                                   

Author Bio

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

Find her on Facebook, Twitter: @jorjalovett, Blog, Website

And don't forget to check out her 'inspirations' on Pinterest ;)

#TantalizingTuesdays - Anticipation

It's Tuesday Teaser time! If you're here for the Wet And Wild Blog Hop please scroll down.

I give you Anticipation - Enjoy.

Source: Facebook

Original source unknown

        The slam of the front door set her heart aflutter in anticipation. His text had been short and specific.

        Coming home early – you know how to greet me.

        He had left this morning without acknowledging the significance of the day, and she hadn't been able to hide her disappointment completely. He wouldn’t have forgotten—he never did. She had been on edge all day, however, not sure what to expect on his return.

        She still didn't know. Keeping her on edge was his specialty. Even now, he did not come straight to the kitchen. The hard tiles dug into her knees, sharpening her awareness as she listened to footsteps, and tried to track the movements through the house.

        Eyes trained firmly on the floor she saw his polished shoes first.

        "Such a good pet. Come and greet me." The approval in his voice washed over her and his heated gaze caressed her naked skin as she crawled towards him, all her attention focused on him.

        He dropped to his knees with a smile and brushed his lips across hers.

        "Happy Anniversary," he whispered." I brought you a surprise."

        The other set of foot prints she'd heard now made perfect sense.

                                                                                     

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

Let me know what you thought of my teaser today.

Till next week, folks.

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Wet And Wild Blog Hop #winfreebooks #victoriasecretvoucher #erotica

Welcome to my little corner of the Wet And Wild Blog Hop.

When I saw the title for this hop I had to sign up. Who doesn't like a little wet and wild in their life? I know I do. I love to read about it and I certainly love to write it. The wilder the better...

Take my latest hero Lakota, for instance. He is half Sioux with a troubled past, a thirst for revenge, and he happens to be a self made Billionaire living in London. The original bad boy, he doesn't take kindly to the virgin thrust upon him. I mean what sort of woman would auction off her virginity to the highest bidder? She had to be just another money grabbing female, right?

Well, you have to read the book to find out. For now I leave you with a little tease of some pretty wild action on their honeymoon.

Adult excerpt:

"You have been a very naughty girl, sweet Alice."

"I have?"                 

He lifted her up slightly with one hand to give him better access and pinched her nipple with the other. Tears sprang into her eyes, but she moaned her arousal, and Lakota once again thanked his spirit guide for having led him to this woman. She understood his needs without any lengthy explanation. There was just mutual arousal and a willingness to experiment that blew him away. They had only just scratched the surface of this side of their relationship, but for the first time in as long as could remember, Lakota did not feel the need to keep that dark side of him hidden. Where that journey would lead them to, who knew.

"Yes, you have, and you know what happens to naughty little Alices, don't you?"

He kissed her, reveling in the way she clung to him, the kiss growing ever more passionate and needy.

"Where were you? I was worried about you." She murmured the words in between kisses and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He helped her by making short work of them and shrugged out of the item, carelessly tossing it on the floor. She sat up fully and ran her hands over his torso, giving him the perfect view of her breasts. Unhindered by any restraints they swayed slightly, the rosy nipples hard little buttons that called him. He pushed her back down onto the sun lounger and straddling her caught her wrists in his undamaged hand and pinned them high above her head.

She frowned when she caught a glimpse of the bruised knuckles on his other hand, but he caught any objection she might have made in his kiss.

"It doesn't matter. I'll tell you later. For now, take your punishment like a good little wife."

She snorted at that, and he pushed his forearm against her throat pinning her in place. Her eyes went wide, and she stilled under him. Locked together they stared at each other, and she drew in a shuddering breath when he released the pressure on her wind pipe.

"That's my girl." She offered him a tentative smile, and he released her wrists. "Hold onto the sides and don't let go, or I'll have to tie you. Are we clear?"

"Ye … es." A surge of affection swamped him at her whispered reply, and he sat back and watched her hands grip the sides of the sun lounger in a white knuckled grip.

He ran his hand from her collarbone through the cleft of her amazing tits down over her tummy and then tapped her mound. She bit her lip, and her body tensed. He did it again each time with more force than the last until her rib cage rose and fell in tune to her gasps of breath, and he could see the evidence of her arousal darken the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

"That's for wearing them, when you know I want to be able to see your sweet cunt." He ran his finger under the elastic with infinite slowness and then yanked the material up sharply until it dug into her slit and compressed her clit.

She shuddered and tried to clamp to her legs together, but a swat to her thigh stopped her. He pulled tighter, enjoying her struggle to stay still and to keep her legs relaxed, and the fine sheen of arousal coating her skin. A delicate blush spread all over her body, and she threw her head back and arched off the lounger. He bent to suckle one of her luscious nipples into his mouth, and she panted his name.

"Lakota, please … oh God …"

He smiled around his precious mouthful, and bit down hard at the same time as the fabric of her clothing ripped. A gush of her juices coated his fingers, and he slid three fingers deep inside her core. She clamped around the digits and screamed. He left a trail of little bites along her skin until he reached her swollen labia and withdrew his fingers. She moaned her denial, and he slapped her little nub of pleasure, sending her tumbling into her orgasm.

Lost as she was in the rapture of her body, she was so beautiful it blew him away. He needed to taste her, and he knelt next to her and, gripping her hips, buried his head between her thighs. He tunneled his tongue into her channel still quivering with aftershocks and groaned as her sweet cream exploded on his tongue. The sweetest aphrodisiac, her scent, spurred him on, and using her abundant juices he spread her wetness up to her anus, and slipped a finger past that ring of muscle.

She tensed for an instance until he settled his thumb on her clit, and blew on her slit. She relaxed around his finger, and he murmured words of encouragement, whilst he added another finger and another. Every time she tensed he stepped up his assault on her nubbin until she was once again panting in arousal and the tiny tremors started that signaled how close she was. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Her little mewling sounds of need increased the ache in his groin, and he tunneled in and out of her puckered hole, whilst his fingers played her clit until she flew again.

"Turn over for me and kneel by the lounger." He grimaced at the hoarse sound coming out of his mouth, and he had to close his eyes for a second to regain control, as she turned round in front of him, dangling her sexy as hell ass in front of his face.

"Lakota?" The uncertainty in that word had his eyes fly open. Kneeling by the side of the lounger she had her elbows braced on it and looked at him over her shoulder. He reached across and pulled her hair to one side, and dropped a kiss on the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck. She blinked when he pulled his throbbing cock out his shorts and fisted himself slowly. He ran his fingers through her soaking wet slit and coated his cock in her juices. Then he repeated the action to coat her little puckered hole. It quivered under the gentle pressure of his fingers, and Lakota groaned his need.

"I need to take you here, little Alice. We talked about this."

Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

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I am giving away three PDF copies of any of my available E-books as part of this blog hop. Just tell me what wet and wild thing you did lately. Don't be shy... inquiring minds need to know.

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You can check my backlist out HERE. You are bound to find something that takes your fancy. Any comment made will also enter you into the drawing for the GRAND PRICES

I wouldn't mind that gift card myself, I tell you. Please make sure you leave your e-mail address when you comment, so that we can contact you if you're one of the lucky winners.

Happy hopping and Good Luck!

#SexySnippets from Under Orders (week1) #boardroomfun

Happy Sunday folks. Today's sexy seven come from my upcoming release, Under Orders, which is a paranormal Romance On The Go Story.

In this scene Anna has been ordered to the board room to present her report to the visiting CEO, who has a unique way of entertaining...

“No one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice. She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was.

Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.

Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.

Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?

This releases May 31st!


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Without Saying A Word - Interview with @Augustmum

Virgin stories are always popular, but you don't get a lot of male virgins, do you? Well, I have one on my blog today.

Welcome to Amanda Ward, who's here to answer my nosy questions and to tell us more about Without Saying A Word, which, yes, you guessed it, is a story about a male virgin.

Great to have you here, Manda!

Thank you Doris for having me here.  I'm Amanda Ward and I have a novel out with Books To Go Now titled Without Saying A Word.  

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. Sure, lets see. I live in Bedfordshire in England. I'm a full time mum, wife, reader, author, book addict and cat lover.  Also a major procrastinator.  I adore Doris Day films, have recently discovered that I cannot guess the murderer in any Castle episode, and am a huge fan of Gilmore Girls, The Waltons, Little House on the Prairie and of course Dr Who.  Big all round geek really.  I also love to cook as Doris has been on the receiving end of some rather expansive lunches.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. I have always wanted to read a romance with the hero as a virgin.  As I've been getting older (41), I find myself straying away from books with 20 something year olds.  I couldn't find any, so I decided to write one myself.  Here we are two years later and Without Saying A Word is the type of novel I personally would like to read.  Just hope other readers like it too.

Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. The cover is seriously beautiful.  I asked for the Cumbrian Moors with clouds swirling around, a few sheep and a couple on a mound of earth.  This is exactly what the company sent me.  I love the expression on his face.  As if she is the only woman in the world.  Laura's face is directed to the sun, soaking in the warmth. 

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. There isn't one.  I am in a routine with the children. So until August I have 2 1/2 hours to myself Monday - Friday.  I think for me, when the mood strikes, and the kids and hubby are quiet, then I can write like the clappers.  Weekends are spent with my writing T-shirt on, upstairs in the bedroom.  Earplugs in and hubby downstairs with kids. That would be ideal, however....that is a rare occurrence.…. Strangely enough as is peace and quiet in the house.

Q. What inspires you?

A. Now that's a good question.  Random things I guess.  Memories from the past, films I've seen.  Even a quip from my husband or children can send a story running at a hundred miles an hour.  Too fast for me to get to a notebook and write it down.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

A. I am restarting an Open University course in October with a view to a History Degree.  I have always loved walking around stately homes and castles, so I would love to be an archivist, historian or maybe a tour guide once the children are in their late teens which gives me at least another decade to learn.  However raising children and trying to be a wife and mature adult is more than enough vocation for me.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. Yes they do.  I do write out ideas and the characters names.  Then from there I tend to let the characters speak for themselves.

Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

A. Peace and quiet.  No interruptions and copious amounts of tea and shortbread biccies!

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

A. Don't give up and for heaven's sake do not let yourself procrastinate.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

A. Alive with a few more grandchildren and able to immerse myself in history and romance without the cry of "Muuuuum" every so often.

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

A. There are a few. However my favourite is from Anne of Green Gables the Sequel.  Anne is on the bridge with Gilbert Blythe at the end of the film and she says to him.

"I went looking for my ideals outside of myself.  Discovered it's not what the world holds for you, it's what you bring to it.  The dreams dearest to my heart are right here"….

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

A. All the time....and I get so frustrated and angry with myself.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

A. Secret Cravings Publishing are releasing The MisAdventures of Pann Haggerty in late August this year.  I am currently working on a series for Books To Go Now and the second in the Pann Haggerty novels.  Currently in progress I have written three chapters of a 20k novella called Seducing Seth.

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

“Ah, you found my family secret.” Rhean nudged Laura’s arm in a playful manner.

Laura was confused, yet intrigued at the same time.

“What family secret?”

“That Leightons marry for love and not fortune,” he confided in a stage whisper and chuckled. “Can't you tell by the way they are looking at each other?” Rhean put his arm around her under her breasts and held her tight. “You have heard the story about how my parents met?”

Laura shook her head.

“My grandparents own a small bed and breakfast in Ireland. Dad was over there on business and, as he always said to us, it was love at first sight. It just so happened to be when Mum served his breakfast. He used all his Cumbrian charm to persuade her to join him and since that day, they’ve always breakfasted together. Of course, the Irish influenced our names too.” He smiled and pulled Laura closer into his embrace, and as he gazed deep into her hazel eyes, his face became all seriousness.

“Laura, there is something I need to say, and for me to tell you this, well, it's very difficult. But I need to be straight with you.”

Laura shook her body, and stepped away from him with a frown on her face.

“You are going to tell me you are gay,” she blurted out wildly, pre-empting his speech.

“I had a feeling this was coming. How could you do this to me now? Well, this is going to make life incredibly awkward for us.” She wrung her hands in despair and humiliation.

Rhean pulled her back into his arms, holding her tight despite her struggles

“What on earth are you talking about? I'm not gay—far, far from it. Would I kiss you like this if I was interested in men?” His mouth crushed hers, claiming her as his own, branding her.

So what is it you have to tell me then?” she asked, still reeling from the dominance of his kiss.

“That I have never made love to anyone.” His voice was calm, his gaze steady as his cheeks flushed crimson.

“Let me get this straight. You mean you have never had sex? That you are a...?” Laura's voice trailed off and she was at a loss for words. It was rather a bizarre statement to have made—especially in the gallery with its echoing atmosphere. Anyone could have heard, and especially the staff.

That he trusted her enough to tell her a very intimate secret was flattering, but Laura now regarded Rhean in a whole new light.

“Not at all, and yes, I am a virgin; a 34-year-old virgin.”

Sounds great, Manda. Thanks for stopping by and sharing today.

I hope the readers like this excerpt.  If they want to read more, Without Saying A Word is available currently at Amazon UK

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Without-Saying-a-Word-ebook/dp/B00CPT0KN6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1368729155&sr=8-1&keywords=without+saying+a+word

and Amazon.com

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Flash Fiction Friday - Sorrow #FFF

Another Friday, another picture in just 100 words.

Enjoy!

Sorrow

        With his eyes closed and his hands grasping his neck and groin he could almost imagine Mistress back with him—almost. As each anniversary passed it was getting harder and harder to recapture the feelings of bliss. He sank to his knees with a sigh and let the tears fall freely. Tears she had not wanted to see when she'd insisted on removing his collar, while she still could.

        "I want you to be free, pet. Free to find a new Mistress. In fact, you will do so. Is that understood?"

        "Yes, Mistress."                                                        

        It was the only lie he'd ever told.

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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

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Till next week, folks.

D x

Spotlight on Talbot's Seduction with @PamBitner

I have a treat for you M/M book lovers in my spotlight today. Kastil's scorching hot Talbot's Seduction.

Take it away, Kastil :-)


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Writing is a passion I don't think I'll ever get out of my system. That I can dip into the pool of hot, steamy love is just a perk. My stories go either way. When I wrote Talbot's Ploy, I thought that I had great potential to write how he got to where he was in his life. Too bad I didn't think of it beforehand. But it's my style.

So I created Talbot's Seduction. The character truly wouldn't get out of my head, and I love historical settings. It's the research. Yes, I'm a sick puppy. Talbot truly did bounce from one lover to the next and all his tutelage came from older men. As they say, resistance is futile and in the end, Talbot embraced who he was and the love he felt for other men. I wouldn't have him any other way.

Blurb: Talbot Sauvageot is a young Lord living in Paris, France, in search of anything but the duties of his station. He spends his time drinking and whoring, his memory of the last evening always a blur. When he is tricked by his betrothed’s father, Talbot realizes his heart beats not for the velvety folds of a woman but the hardened shaft of a man. Now he must find a balance in a world that condemns a man to death should he dabble in sodomy. His desires are unleashed tenfold when his Friend Tyeis shares his same interests in a bedmate.
Warning: m/m sex, multiple partners, forced seduction, sex toys, spanking, public exhibition, rimming


His gaze wandered to the window, and he strode over. The scenery hadn't changed much. Frolicking in the pool below had turned into a festive event. Many more students—including Tyeis—dove into the crystal water. Clothes lay scattered on the marble tile surrounding the area. Talbot's cock stirred at the sight, and he stepped back.

Back in Paris, when his father treated him to a maison, Talbot had been unwilling to shed his clothes in front of Delphine. She had instructed him on pleasing a woman after their flight from her brothel, but he'd felt clumsy and awkward. She praised his skill, vowing to have her girls spread the word of his prowess. His trust in Delphine came with no reservations. Their need for secrecy was mutual.

His need grew in his breeches, and Talbot turned his parents’ picture face down. What he was about to partake in was the very reason his father took him to the maison over and over again. The heat rose in his cheeks as he peered out the window again, his eyes fixed on the majestic beauty of the chiseled specimens below.

Talbot's head hung low for the wicked images circling in his head but he couldn't deny his want. His manhood sprang out of his breeches as the laces unfurled. "Forgive me, Father," he murmured. His fingers grasped his throbbing member, sliding along the shaft. The more he honed in on the nakedness below, the thickness grew within his gliding palm. His forehead pressed against the glass as his breathing grew heavy. Heady illusions of his fellow brethren wrapping their lips around his girth excited him more. Talbot's scrotum contracted and the pressure built.

The click and turn of his door had Talbot scrambling to cover his erect cock. At full mast, its size could not be contained in his pants. He reached for the coverlet on the bed to mask his state. Perspiration ran down his cheeks, and his embarrassment grew.

Professuer LaVigne stood in the doorway. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and walked over to Talbot. He yanked away the blanket, and Talbot desperately tried to hide his engorged cock behind his hands.

"Remove your hands, Talbot."

"Monsieur, s'il vous plait." Talbot could not met his eyes nor tame his cock.

"Now or should I write your father on your behavior?"

As if touching an open flame, Talbot snatched away his hands. "I will not happen again, Professuer. I swear."

"I doubt that." LaVigne snorted. His finger thrust under Talbot's chin, forcing him to gaze into the eyes of his teacher. "Pray tell, Talbot, what was your inspiration for such acts?"

Talbot's eyes betrayed him, casting a glance over at the window. His chest seized, the fear of his lust being discovered chilling his skin.

LaVigne half-smiled and adjusted the front of Talbot's waistcoat before dancing his fingers lower. Talbot's eyes widened as his teacher stroked the underside of his hardened manhood.

"Your tastes are sinful, Talbot, and should you be caught, your parent's shame will be the last of your worries." LaVigne continued his deviation. "May I suggest you wait until night consumes the land for such indulgences and, if it pleases you, my door is open to relieve you of your guilt." He swiped the liquid from the purple tip and suckled it from his finger.

Talbot trembled, the shock of his teacher's bold actions unnerving him. LaVigne could never know his act quickened Talbot's breath.

"It is wrong," Talbot said, yet his cock did not agree with his words. He'd dabbled with an older man once before, and it ended in death for the Comte. He could not entertain that thought again.

"Only if one gets caught. Be careful, Talbot, and I will show you how to keep you and whatever lover you choose safe. Even in Paris." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a card. It fluttered onto Talbot's bed. LaVigne left, a smirk on his face.

Talbot shifted his shaft into his pants and laced them in haste. His hand wiped away the sweat still pouring from his brow. Far away from his home, Talbot shivered from his arousing encounter with LaVigne. His cock begged for release yet, and the temptation to seek out his teacher after dark called to him.

Talbot shook his head. He could not give in to his carnal lust. It was not the right of the world. His secret needed to be buried below, never to be acted upon again. He had left Paris behind but the sin he washed himself in followed close.

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