IMPERFECT CONSEQUENCES by Piper Stone.
What lengths would you go to in order to save your marriage?
Broken trust. Bitter arguments. Burning secrets.
Their marriage in ruins, David and Shannon must alter their balance of power or risk losing everything important – including their love. There’s one alternative left. Domestic Discipline. While the intense change is amazing, both are left with fear and self-doubt. As old behaviours resurface, they’re forced to face secrets from the past.
Will the new dynamic be enough? Are they strong enough? Do they love each other enough?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary three-book set includes elements of angst, betrayal, and power exchange but guarantees an HEA. Experience the journey of a couple deeply in love, struggling to hold on to what they hold dear.
EXCERPT 2 – X
His breath sounds clipped, he brushed his fingers up and down the side of her face. Tipping her head, he brought his face down to hers, allowing their lips to brush together. “Shannon.”
With her shoes still in one hand, she slid her other up his chest, her heart racing.
Darting his tongue out, he licked across the seam of her mouth. Holding the stance, he moaned softly before sliding his tongue inside and easing his arm around her waist.
When he crushed his lips over hers, she whimpered into the kiss, her legs trembling. She could feel his heart thumping in her hand, and for a few seconds, she closed her eyes, envisioning the way they used to be, imagining how he used to hold her, caress her, and make love to her for hours.
He grunted and swayed his hips back and forth, his hard shaft pushing into her belly. His French kiss became needy, his tongue entwining with hers.
Shannon fought tears, the dichotomy of emotions raw, almost painful. She was so fearful of the future, yet filled with hope. Palming his chest, her fingers dug into his shirt as longing swept through her system.
Easing his hand up and down the side of her body, he allowed his fingers to caress her breast and waist, moving to her outer thigh. Using just two fingers, he began to crawl up her dress, his actions methodical.
Every muscle was on fire, her pussy wet and clenching. There were so many powerful jolts thrashing through her body, just like what used to happen when he touched her with a single finger. Panting into the kiss, she pushed back, breaking the moment of passion. “David…”
He breathed in and out as he licked his lips and continued slipping the silky material up her leg. Sliding his hand under her dress, his fingers pushed under the thin elastic of her panties.
Gasping, she gripped both of his arms and rose onto her tiptoes. When he swirled the tip of a finger around her clit, she shuddered. “Oh…”
“Shannon, I want you.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think clearly. Electric jolts shot up from her legs and straight into her cunt; she was full of desire. “I…” Swallowing hard, she bit her lower lip as she tried to focus on his eyes, the way he was looking at her with such intense need furrowing into his brow. She dropped her shoes and clenched her fist. Why was she nervous?
“Touch me. Just touch me like you used to.”
The anguish in his voice cut through her heart, giving her a horrible feeling of wretched pain, so desperate and so unfixable. Reaching out tentatively, she allowed her finger to touch his shirt only, using no pressure, but the simplest of strokes resulted in a hard shiver skating down her back.
“Mmm. I love your touch, the way you caress me,” David whispered as he moved his hand farther between her legs. Tilting his head, his eyes seemed to be glowing in the slice of moon shimmering through the kitchen blinds. Growling, he slipped two fingers into her wet folds, immediately groaning. “So damn wet. God, you’re so wet.”
“God… I…” The way her nipples were scraping against the thin material of her dress was driving her out of her mind. Panting, she slid her fingers down from his chest to his groin, and the instant she placed her hand on his crotch, he moaned and she whimpered. Every cell in her body on fire, she caressed him through his pants, delighted at how strained the tight material felt around his throbbing muscle.
David leaned his head down, pressing kisses across her neck as he pushed her head back. He nipped the area just under her chin. “Mmm.” Flexing his fingers open, he thrust in and out of her pussy, grunting every time he drove deeper.
“Oh… I… David…” Her eyes rolling in the back of her head, she shivered as she stroked his cock. For a fleeting second, she wasn’t certain if they should be playing with each other, enjoying. But he was still her husband, right? The ridiculous thought giving her a series of salacious thoughts, she gave him a lust-filled look as she slowly began to unfasten his belt.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The growl was distinct, authoritative.
And she was turned on like she hadn’t been in years. “Who me?’
“Yes, you. I think you’re a very bad girl.”
“I am and I don’t mind admitting it.” She managed to unbutton and unzip him, and before she released his cock, she pursed her lips and blew hot air across his face.
David snarled as he grabbed her chin, pulling her face to his. “God, woman. You’re mine.”
The kiss was a powerful reminder of the man she used to know. As he thrust three, then four fingers deep inside her cunt, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing with just enough pressure. He moaned into the kiss, the sound guttural. Her heart thumping wildly, she clenched her eyes shut. The man was hungry tonight, in a way she hadn’t experienced in years. Her playful side returning, she took her other hand, forcing first one side of his pants down and then the other, finally able to slip her hand between his legs. There was nothing like rolling his balls between her fingers, the feel of his already swollen sac giving her more than one sinful thought.
Ella (Lycan Mating Games #3) by S Cinders
In the blink of an eye, James’ world turned upside down. Now he must travel into the past to find Jessie, who has disturbed the fabric of time, and put everything back to rights. But he won’t be going alone. With Ella at his side, he will bargain with the Fairy Court, meet the family members they never knew existed, and walk the halls of the infamous academy where the Lycan Mating Games began.
Can they, once and for all, put the USLUF behind them? Or is this only the beginning?
Welcome to Lycan Mating Games 3: Ella.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy sci-fi action romance contains very graphic scenes. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.
I stared into James’ eyes and saw that the man I knew and loved wasn’t there. Yes, this was still James, but even his personality was slightly different. He was more laid back and eminently cockier than the man he was on my timeline.
“What is my name?” My voice sounded raspy to my ears.
“Mine!” he growled.
I almost rolled my eyes. He was thinking with his dick, not his brain. Then it struck me, James’ body had assimilated into this timeline. Meaning that he didn’t have the same memories. His physical body might have gone through the GMU, but his mind hadn’t.
And if that wasn’t a complete mind fuck, let’s talk about how I was mated with a man who had no memory of the act, nor who I even was.
“Shit, James.” I pulled him in close to speak with him. But to my surprise, he kissed me. It wasn’t the confident kisses that I was used to.
To be perfectly honest, the last one hadn’t been, either. I am not saying that the kiss was bad. I don’t think James was capable of failing at this kind of thing. But they were more innocent, less polished, and infinitely sweet.
I wrenched my lips away. “My name is Ella, and you are my mate.”
“Fuck, yeah!” His eyes lit up, and he bent his head again. But this time, I was faster.
“No, James, listen to me.”
His eyes seemed to focus on something, and I saw them harden. “Why in the hell do you have another man’s mark on you?”
His canines descended, and his violet eyes flashed.
That’s your fucking mark, you idiot! I suppose my thoughts were not the kindest, but he was drawing attention to us.
James blinked. “Who said that?”
I am your mate. This time, I made him listen. My name is Ella, and you have to trust me.
“Okay.” He shrugged, and when he grinned, I saw that his teeth had gone back to normal.
You can talk to me through the link as well. How are you so trusting? This is strange. To be frank, completely not like the James I knew. But the James I knew didn’t exist here.
Hello? he said tentatively.
He was adorably clueless.
James, we are going to register, and I will do all of the talking. I just want you to agree with anything I say. Can you do that?
The old James would never go along with something like that unless he had weighed every option and evaluated the safety of the plan.
Cool! What else does this mind voodoo do?
The fate of the world hung in the balance, and I was stranded in the past with a mate who had the mentality of a frat-boy. What else could go wrong?