Please tell us a little about your new release (The Song Bird) without giving too much of a spoiler away.
It’s a historical ménage romance, set in San Francisco, a few years after the gold rush of 1849. I was drawn to this time period after a vacation there. I bicycled over the Golden Gate Bridge, I took a boat to Alcatraz, and walked up and down the hills of Chinatown. San Francisco has such a rich history, full of excitement and violence, that this story practically jumped to life.
Did you plan out all the characters before you started the story or did they develop as you wrote?
My heroine, Avilon, demanded at the start to be a strong woman, atypical of the year she lives in. She’s world savvy, yet manages to hold a last spark of innocence that draws in her two men, Eli and Jason. As for writing the men, they developed over the course of writing the story.
What drew you to this time period?
Everyone knows of the San Francisco earthquake of 1906, but there’s a really dark side that many not know, and that’s what drew me. After gold was discovered in Coloma in 1849 and California was annexed as a state, everything was thrown into chaos. People wanted to bring law and order, but the wildness didn’t want to leave just yet.
Blurb:
Avilon Chambert travels to the wild city of San Francisco to find her missing sister. All she has is a letter explaining she’s in terrible trouble and that she’s been working as an upstairs girl in a club owned by two handsome men, Eli Masters and Jason Braddock.
When she arrives at the club, the only way she can get to talk to them is by auditioning for the singing position, and she captivates them by her beautiful operatic voice. But the answers to her questions are vague and filled with holes, rousing her suspicions.
Her arrival at the club seems to set off a chain of events filled with danger. As she searches further for her sister, she unleashes the wrath of a madman bent of revenge, threatening to destroy everything and everyone she’s come to love.
Excerpt:
“If you two love each other,” she finally said, licking her lips, “then show me.”
Confusion clouded their eyes.
“What do you mean?” Eli asked.
“Kiss him,” she ordered and pointed to Jason. “Love him. Convince me the emotion is real.”
The bedroom was suddenly filled with heart-pounding tension. Eli’s body hardened, the muscle of his jaw tightening. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he regarded her warily.
“How far do you want us to take this?” Eli asked softly.
“If you want me to be comfortable with you, to trust you, then you need to trust me,” she answered equally as soft.
That must have been the right thing to say because in the next instant, Eli reached for Jason, sinking his big hand behind Jason’s neck to pull him into his body. Their lips met, crashing together in a bruising kiss.
Their bodies gravitated toward each other. She watched Eli grab Jason’s hips and pull him into his body. They were equal in height and stature, but Eli simply oozed dominance. Both men ground against each other as if they couldn’t get close enough.
Hands roamed over hard abs, seeking. Clothes started to shift. Layer by layer was discarded as the room became thick with passion. Avilon watched them. Her heart pounded, and her blood boiled. She felt her feminine folds become slick as their hands traced over sleek muscles and tempered strength. Eli’s cock jutted hard and proud from the smattering of dark hair that surrounded the base and traveled up to form a line that rode the center of his tight abdomen to furl across his chest. A heavy sac rested at the apex of his thighs, almost begging to be fondled.
Jason gently grasped Eli’s large cock, taking the clear fluid leaking from the tip to rub into the shaft before pumping his hand up and down. Then he replaced his hand with his mouth, holding on to Eli’s hips as the bigger man buried his hands in Jason’s hair to guide him up and down again and again.
Eli’s gaze met hers, holding her captive within its brilliant lightness. “Touch yourself,” he told her.
“What?” she asked, startled.
“Touch yourself,” he repeated. “Use your fingers to rub your pussy, tease your clit. But watch us.”
Author Info:
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:
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Here’s a little bit to hold you over until then:
Blurb:
Toby Jacobson is a pansexual man living a heterosexual life as a happily married father of four with a fifth child on the way, but a sinister illness lurks in the shadows. A month after the birth of his daughter, the unimaginable happens when his wife, Sydney, falls into a coma after suffering a brain bleed and is declared braindead. Facing a future without her, Toby searches for a live-in nanny to care for his children without success until a friend recommends a highly qualified but inexperienced former classmate, but there is a catch, Cliff Turnbull is a man, he’s an Adonis, and he’s a virgin.
While managing life-threatening emergencies, emotional outbursts from the grieving children, antagonistic—divorced parents, a meddling—suspicious mother’s interventions, and memories of Sydney, images of a gay, youthful-fling return to Toby and physical yearnings begin to surface in Cliff. In the ensuing weeks, as a smoldering physical attraction begins to grow between them, Toby and Cliff travel a tumultuous path while they try to regain some semblance of order and build a new life for the family. Through it all, Cliff remains steadfast in his support of Toby and the children as they slowly discover a depth of love that no one could have believed possible and a passion than neither could have imagined.
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Toby stepped forward and rested his left hand on Cliff’s shoulder. “You said you wanted to kiss me.”
Cliff looked down at his shoes. “I did.”
“We could start with that.” Toby reached his hand to the back of Cliff’s head and pulled it down. He brushed his lips across Cliff’s and then kissed him at the corner of his mouth. “Is this okay?” He whispered as he brushed their cheeks together and then nibbled Cliff’s earlobe.
“Yes.” Cliff whimpered as fine tremors permeated his body.
Toby drew his cheek back and slowly brushed his lips past Cliff’s again and kissed him gently on the other corner of his mouth.
Cliff followed his mouth and met his lips with his own. His mouth opened as he let out a moan.
Toby slid his tongue in and held Cliff’s face in both hands as he pressed their lips together. As he moved away, he gently grasped Cliff’s bottom lip with his teeth and pulled it with him.
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“Oh! Oh! Toby!” Cliff pulled his head away and reached for his groin.
“What’s wrong?”
“Toby when you did that, my body … I’m getting…” Cliff pressed his hand down against his growing erection. “Toby, I’m sorry. I can’t stop it.”
“Don’t. Do you trust me, Cliff?”
“Yes,” Cliff squeaked.
“May I touch you?”
Cliff nodded his head. “Mmm hmm.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Cliff. You can tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I promise.”
“Okay. What are you going to do?”
Toby reached down and traced the outline of Cliff’s swelling penis. It extended well down his left thigh. When Toby squeezed, Cliff gasped. “Oh! Oh, my, G … G … God!”
Toby slid his hand along the growing member’s length as he worked it up behind the pocket until it rested just below the belt, then squeezed the head.
Cliff’s knees buckled, and he began to drop to the floor.
“Let’s move you to the sofa,” Toby said, as he grabbed ahold of him. He led Cliff by the hand and sat him down. “Unbuckle your belt and unbutton and unzip your pants.”
“Okay. Toby, I’m so nervous.” He fumbled with the buckle.
Toby moved in front of Cliff and pushed the coffee table back. Then he kneeled down. “It’s okay, Cliff.” He reached for the belt and undid it, then unzipped his fly.
“Now, lift your butt and pull your pants down to your knees.”
Once he’d done it, Toby pulled them down to his ankles.
“Oh, Toby, it’s getting bigger.”
“I can see that. Now, pull your shirt up to your chest and raise your butt.”
When Cliff lifted, Toby began pulling his boxers down, but the head of his penis got stuck in the elastic. Toby reached his hand in and freed it.
“Oh my God!”
“It’s okay, Cliff. You’re doing fine.”
“Toby, the sensations… When you touched me… I can’t believe how it feels. I … I…”
“Just let it happen, Cliff.” Toby pulled his boxers down to join the pants.
“Now, pull off your shirt and slide your hips forward until your butt is at the edge of the sofa. Then put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”
“Okay,” Cliff squeaked again. As he slid forward, he was forced to spread his legs apart, around Toby’s body.
“Now lean your head back and close your eyes. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling. You don’t have to do anything.”
Cliff did as he was told.
“I’m not going to hurt your, Cliff. I’m going to touch you in different places and in different ways. This can be intense the first time because the pleasure sensations can be overwhelming, so try not to cry out.”
“Okay. Okay, I’ll try.”
Toby placed his hands against Cliff’s groin, surrounding his penis and lifting his scrotum with his thumbs.
Cliff jumped. “Oh,” he moaned.
Toby moved his fingers down to beneath Cliff’s nearly lemon-sized balls. When he rhythmically raked the tips of his fingers beneath his sack, Cliff’s shaft lurched upward. Toby watched the shaft pulsate as it filled with blood until it stood erect, hugging Cliff’s abdomen.
Toby drew his fingertips up Cliff’s thighs, up his hairy, rigid abdomen, until he reached his chest.
“Your six-pack, Cliff … it’s so hard, like it’s made from cobblestones and your pecs are solid masses of muscle.” He circled his fingers around Cliff’s nipples and allowed them to linger there as he gently pinched them. One at a time he licked them, leaving a tendril of saliva to his mouth as he blew on them.
With each breath, Cliff’s torso lunged forward.
When Toby drew his fingernails across his nipples, they swelled and hardened, forcing Cliff to grunt with pleasure.
Toby stood up and kicked off his shoes. Then he dropped his pants and briefs and kicked them away. He was semi-erect. He kneeled onto the sofa and then scooted up and slid his butt along Cliff’s thighs. Ending in his lap, he thrust his groin up and down the rigid shaft as his own manhood continued to engorge with blood.
Cliff cried out. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” A bead or pre-cum emerged from the slit of his bulbous glans.
“It’s okay, Cliff.” Toby planted his mouth against Cliff’s parted lips. “Just let it happen.”
“Toby, it’s … it’s … I can’t describe it. Oh, my God! Is that your penis … touching mine?”
Toby pressed a finger to Cliff’s lips. “Hush.”
When Toby drew his fingertips out to just beneath Cliff’s armpits and down his flanks, Cliff moaned again. Then he slid the back of his right hand against Cliff’s belly and drew it forward until his palm pressed against the massive, turgid rod. Focusing his contact along the shaft, he slid it up from the base while pulling it slightly toward him until it pressed against his own.
“Oh, God! Oh, my God! Oh, Toby. Oh, my God!”
By the time his hand reached the glans, it was well above Cliff’s belly button just beneath his breast bone.
“It’s quite large, Cliff.” Holy fuck it’s a monster, Toby screamed to himself inside his head. “There’s a lot here to … how do I say it … to handle. Are you doing okay?”
“Toby. Oh, Toby. Oh, my God. Toby.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
The bead of pre-cum rose up as more began to ooze beneath it. Toby lightly pressed his palm over the forming globule and moved it in circles, spreading Cliff’s natural lubricant over, around, and under the bulbous head.
Again, Cliff’s torso lurched forward. He reached for his cock, but Toby pushed his hands away and then blew a tight stream of air across the glistening slit. Once he had completely coated the head, he wrapped his hand around the glans and slowly slid it downward along both of their shafts.
Cliff’s teeth closed over his upper lip. He grunted as his hips bucked up involuntarily, shoving his shaft through Toby’s barely clenched fist and against Toby’s erection.
As Toby slid farther down, his fingers began to splay apart. Their shafts were simply too thick to be encased by one hand alone.
“Are you okay, Cliff?” Holy fuck! Toby thought. How am I going to get my mouth around him?
“Yeah. Yeah. Don’t stop. Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
Welcome, Raven! Please tell us about your new book release.
Darling Doc
Hi and a big thanks for hosting me today. I tell you, I’m all over excited, because my story, Darling Doc is out.
It’s exciting in more ways than one. Apart from the fact that any book birthday is a great time for celebration—think fizz, chocolate, chair swivel jiggle, yee haaa’s and so on wink— this is doubly so. You see, I was convinced I’d lost my hot writing gene. I thought it had danced away never to return. And that was scary.
Luckily (after more months than I care to think about) it returned. However, I never thought it would be with a story written in first person. That’s something new. Does it work? That’s up to the readers to decide.
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Cue nail biting
What I can say is I had a ball writing it. From the real life bit (the water bottle), to the ohh what ifs, and getting into my heroine’s mind…it was fun all the way. Like a lot, if not most authors, I can’t write to order. I can only write what my muse tells me. Shouts at me, demands I stop a or b and do x, y or z… or whatever. So when it shouted, oy first person point of view, no one was more surprised than I was. However as I started to write the story I realised that it was the only way to write it.
Through Sandy’s eyes.
This is the result…
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Blurb
This stuff only happens in romance novels….
After a chance meeting on a crowded tram, Sandy has cause to re-evaluate several things.
1, It is perfectly possible to lust after a stranger.
2, It isn’t only fictional heroines who need to carry spare panties.
3, A man’s voice really can almost make you climax in public.
4, Great sex does exist.
5, Being a doctor can complicate things.
When her chance encounter turns up in her surgery, there is only one thing for it. Grab said hunk and the sex on offer with both hands and don’t let go. Alistair isn’t a patient after all… and what two consenting adults get up to in their spare time can’t be love, or can it?
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Excerpt:
And a wee tease…
“We aren’t patient and doctor, are we?” he asked in a somewhat serious voice.
I shook my head. What was he getting at? “No, I gave you the info about the chemist as one acquaintance to another.”
“That’s okay then. I can change acquaintance to something else.”
He tugged my hand, and taken unawares I fell forward and my boobs hit his chest with a thump.
Nipples are traitors. Mine hardened and poked into him as if they wanted to bore through to his ribs and beyond. Well, I couldn’t blame them, but this was my surgery for goodness’ sake, and even if he wasn’t a patient, it had to be unethical as … I saw stars.
He’d snuck one arm around me and pulled me so close his cock was doing the same sort of thing as my nipples. Then, he put his mouth to mine, and I was damned sure my panties were damp.
Don’t ask me how long it was before I drew breath, resurfaced, or realized my phone was making noises. I was surrounded both in mind and body by hot, aroused male, and it was fantastic.
“Honey, Doc, your arse is making strange noises, if that doesn’t sound rude.” Alistair had drawn back, and to my mortification, I swayed toward him again. Hells bells, I hope I wasn’t puckered up. That would be too much.
“My?” Surely not? Then I remembered I’d put the office phone on to divert, and my mobile in my pocket ready to head out before Sandie had interrupted my departure. “Oh shit, I bet I’m late for my next place.” I fished the offending item out of my pocket and squinted at the screen. I really must get my eyes tested. It was getting ever harder to see small print. My reading glasses were either not strong enough or too strong, and anyway the lenses were so scratched it was like viewing the world through frosted glass. Handy if I went into the gents’ by mistake (and let’s face it if I had them on, it was as likely as not) but not a lot of good elsewhere.
I managed to make out a text saying time to move.
“Right, I’d better go.” I grabbed my bag, put my shoes back on—when had I kicked those off—and did one of those half polite smiles when you’re not sure what else to do.
He grinned. Really no man should be allowed to get away with an expression like that without appearing stupid. Alistair McCrea just looked sexy.
“Not before I ask you out.”
“What?” I had to stop saying that like a twit. No one would know I had degrees and stuff or a reasonable vocabulary. “Why?”
“Because I want to get into your knickers?” He paused for what I guessed was effect and then winked. “But not tonight. Tonight I’d like to take you out for dinner, and what else I have in mind doesn’t work well on a full stomach.”
Oh shiverooney. Hot sex? Swinging from the chandelier? Sadly no chandeliers around. What else? Now my mind was in overdrive. “Look, I’m not interested in a quick sh—how’s your father. Thanks, but no thanks. I have to remember who I am.” I did my doctor knows best face. He ignored it.
Thank you. Dare I say, but anything else I’m happy to negotiate over? Maybe I’d better not.
Welcome, Katze. Your new novel, Broken in Silence, is hot!
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All authors have their own reasons for writing a book. What are yours?
To keep myself afloat in this sometimes suffocating world. For real, that’s why I write: to stay sane. It’s through writing where I am reminded that there’s so much beauty in our world, so many possibilities and random acts of kindness. Writing is more than just my passion. It’s my world.
What would you like readers to take away from your story? Does it contain a message?
One of the main underlying themes throughout my Demons and Wolves series is whether or not monsters are born or created. I am huge on symbolism in my writing and leaving messages for readers who read between the lines. As a reader myself, I love when an author does that and you can piece everything together like a puzzle.
Tanner’s internal struggle with his old self, and the self he was forced to become, is a prime example of “it’s not you, it’s what happened to you”. We all have our demons, some more than others, and I believe that nurture categorically wins over nature. I guess I wanted to reflect this belief through Tanner. Each title of D&W is a message conveying Tanner’s battle with his inner (and physical) demons. The question I’d love for readers to ask themselves is whether or not we [society] create monsters, or are they born? I think one’s response can be extremely eye-opening. It wasn’t until I did an essay on this at college when I looked beyond the nurture vs. nature theory and began to see from various points of view. Personally, I find debates like this invigorating, especially when a book has the ability to really make you think and question things.
Where did you find your inspiration for the story? Was it a person, a current event, something you witnessed, or something else?
Actually, my inspiration came from my debut novel, Alpha’s Bane, in which Tannerian Wulfric was the antagonist. Throughout that book, Tanner was consistently painted as the bad guy. In Broken in Silence, I wanted to change that. Most of my readers had already grown to loathe Tanner. But by showing them that looks can be deceiving, and it’s “within these depths” of our beings that truly matter, I was able to portray Tanner as an anti-hero. It came as a shock to Alpha’s Bane readers, but I love to surprise them. It keeps them on their toes, too!
Sure, Tanner is ruthless, gritty, and certainly unafraid of getting down and dirty. At times, his motives are questionable. But everything that Tanner does is for a reason. There’s a purpose behind ever move and every countermove. He’s usually always one step ahead of everyone, and I love stepping into his mind.
As for Alex Jonas? Let’s just say that Alex has rekindled an old flame within Tanner. A flame that had long since been extinguished, and gives him hope.
Did you face any obstacles or challenges while writing the story and if so, what were they?
Urgh, self-doubt. It doesn’t come as a surprise that as an artist I’m my own worst critic! I think I’m so inadequate as a writer and too young to be in the market. But I am so determined to prove my demons wrong and grab life by the balls.
What have you learned from the main characters in your story?
That Alex doesn’t do as he’s told and Tanner is a force to be reckoned with. In Meadowsin City, nobody is what they seem.
How much emphasis do you put on supporting characters to move the plot of your stories along? Have any of your supporting characters ever gotten their own story? Truthfully, this varies. In Broken in Silence, the supporting characters played a minor role—a distraction of sorts—but throughout the series, they truly start to come into their own. I would even say that they sometimes snag the limelight, which is why I included a surprise at the end of book 2. Readers wanted more, so I gave ‘em more!
Do you write in other genres and if so, what are they? What genres would you like to try that you haven’t already?
Yes, I do. I currently have two books published in cozy mystery and, slowly, I am working on a mainstream crime thriller. This year, I will also be stepping into MM historical fantasy romance. Yup. Me? Writing an actual romance? *gasps* But I am extremely looking forward to this collaboration in particular. Dragons, knights, time travel, shifters, betrayal and love are totally my cup of tea. Or wine. Or vodka. It’ll be a bumpy ride, that’s for sure.
I’d also like to one day try science fiction. I already have 40k words written on a sci-fi WIP. It’s mainstream, but I may switch it up and make it MM. It’s (of course!) really dark and gritty.
What or who influences your writing?
I have so much influence on my writing! From the people I randomly encounter, work colleagues, family, friends (IRL and online), to my favourite authors. I would say that, out of everyone, my parents, best friend Tammy, and friend/fellow author Zoe Perdita have encouraged me the most. I owe everything to them. My Demons and Wolves series certainly wouldn’t exist if not for Zoe. I recommend readers check out her paranormal romance series, Haven City. It was this series that not only changed my life, but introduced me to MM four years ago.
What is your writing process? Are you a patnser or a plotter, or a little of both?
My process? Uhhh… I “research” online, and by research I generally goof around on Facebook or watch movies for “inspiration”. I find it incredibly difficult to get into the writing zone. My usual bursts of inspiration normally attack me around 2 AM or while I’m at my desk at work. But I will say that when I am in the zone and feeling motivated by my characters, I write a LOT and it feels so amazing. Probably one of the best feelings in the world to me.
As for plotting. Well, when I first started writing, I didn’t really plot all that much. I was able to just write and see what happened. But when I started to publish, my worlds manifested into something so complex and huge that I had to start planning ahead. Plus, those darn plot bunnies are always sneaking up on me!
Do you have any author idols and if so, how would you like to meet them?
Oh! Yes. As I said, Zoe Perdita would be my number #1 author to meet. I’d also really love to meet JK Rowling. She was a huge part of my childhood and her work brought my closer to so many people.
Within MM, I’d LOVE to meet Ashleigh McLaughlan, Grein Murray, Annabella Michaels, Aimee Walker, Raissa Phoenix, Emily Jean, Nicholas Bella, Dawn Doyle, Kaje Harper, Christine Wright, Sloan Kennedy… So. Many. More. I could seriously go on and on as I have too many to list. There are a lot of wonderful and genuinely kind authors in MM.
What are your three favorite books by other authors and why? You don’t have to limit this to three. (I know I can’t.)
Strain by Amelia Gormley. This was the second MM book I ever read and it was… Man, it was so beautifully written. Love it! It also inspired my scifi WIP.
Tiger’s Den by Zoe Perdita. I’ve mentioned countless times in our community that this was the book that saved my life. During a deep, terrifying depression that nearly took my life, this book saved me. I still don’t know what made me pick up a book when I so badly wanted to no longer exist. But I did. And I was so, so glad because it was the first time I’d laughed in several weeks.
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. This is my go-to book when I’m feeling sad or lonely. I just love this book and have read it waaaay too many times. I love all of the movie adaptions.
What do you do in your down time to feed your soul?
I watch movies with my furbabies, Kiba and Juno, snuggled up at my side. I curl up to a book/my laptop with a delicious cup of coffee and some snacks. I visit my family, catch up with friends, go for a walk and be around nature. Listen to music. Buy new clothes. I also hang out with my friend and her new baby. Babies and animals bring such joy and love to our world! I’m quite boring, really. I have a small circle of friends and family in real life, but I can honestly say that they’re friggin’ awesome for putting up with me—especially my down days where I shut the world off.
What’s next on your literary horizon?
The MM dragon romance I mentioned. I cannot WAIT to write this! The world will be complex but utterly riveting, as will the characters and plot. Extremely excited to start writing this in April.
What is important in your life and why?
Being surrounded by good energy and loving people. When I moved out at 16, I have spent a lot of time on my own, and while I do love that, I’ve grown to miss the company of friends and family. So, this year, I have decided to really change my life around. I’m focusing on being around my loved ones, ensuring my furkids are happy and healthy, and that I’m living instead of just existing. Also, my writing is one of the most important things to me. If not for my writing or my online “FB Katze family”, I’m not sure where I would be right now. So, thank you to everyone who is sharing this journey with me. Love you all!
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Blurb:
Tannerian Wulfric is a leader—a strong alpha who bows to no-one, especially those who try to undermine his authority.
When an opportunity arises, he grabs it with both hands and lets nothing get in his way. Trouble is, his brother has been caught in the crossfire of glorious retribution, and Tanner is in need of assistance.
For many years, Alex Jonas has lived his life in peace. But when fate lands him in the hands of his ex-lover and alpha, he finds himself in the centre of a feud he never knew existed, and must immerse himself in ways he had never imagined. One chance encounter, one night, and everything comes crashing down around him. Alex must fight for his life while Tanner fights for one thing and one thing only—vengeance, which has never tasted sweeter.
Can Tanner avenge his family’s death without spilling more blood? Or will his inner demon tear apart everything he has worked for, and lose the man who owns his heart?
Excerpt:
Tanner’s hands grasped Alex’s clothes, and the fire mage wriggled out of his jeans, socks and Converse. He pulled Alex’s jumper and shirt over his shoulders, saw that Alex had indeed come prepared—a metallic butt plug poked out, just slightly, from his deliciously tight ass.
Tanner grinned and found the mage’s lips again, sucking and biting on the lower one. It didn’t feel like their usual kind of fucking. It wasn’t loud or messy or inventive. This time, it felt much deeper than that. They didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with the sound of their teasing or Tanner’s orders like they normally did.
Only the sound of skin brushing against skin could be heard within the dark room, then Alex moaned as Tanner worked his way south, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his fully erect cock. He was going to fuck this boy so hard he wouldn’t be able to sit for a month, let alone sneeze.
Tanner devoured Alex’s cock. His inner wolf immediately lurched to the surface, its black eyes and head glistening in the murkiness of his thoughts, licking its lips as fiercely as he lapped at Alex. He tried to go slower, tried to brace himself and savour the moment, but the sensation was irresistible. He wanted Alex now and, Shadow Ball be damned, at that moment, it was all he’d ever wanted.
Alex’s hands snaked around Tanner’s head, curling in his dark hair. Tanner hummed along Alex’s shaft, glanced up, and saw that the fire mage’s eyes glowed as fiercely as an inextinguishable flame. Not even his darkness could overpower it. The thought tipped him over the edge. He sucked harder, faster. His fingers crept under Alex’s balls and teased, circled, and pressed into them, but no, he wasn’t ready to give in.
Alex gasped as Tanner released his cock and wiped the pre-cum from his mouth with the back of his hand. He threw off his own sweater and grabbed Alex by the top of his thighs. He tugged the fire mage closer so that he was positioned on top of Tanner’s lap, his ass exposed to the night air. He pulled the plug from Alex’s swollen hole and expertly angled it as he thrust it inside again, flicking it against his prostate. He repeated it to the sound of Alex’s moans, just moving it an inch and then back again, and the fire mage bucked so that the plug hit his sweet spot every time.
Tanner pulled the plug out with a plop and leant towards Alex’s splayed ass cheeks. He dived into his hole with his hot tongue, prodding hungrily and then circling the puckered ring while Alex quivered on his back…
