Indelible Claim, the second book in #TheIndelibleSeries released today. I won’t blather on too much about it, instead I’ll leave you with the blurb and a saucy excerpt that is *NSFW*
Indelible Claim is the second novella in a trilogy set around the complex love triangle between a Dominatrix vampire named Mistress Lilah, Jeremiah, the smoldering male D/s switch she frequently scenes with and Ryan, the sexy but tortured bisexual male sub they share but ultimately both want for themselves.
He began undoing the laces on my corset. As he worked I connected my gaze with Jeremiah. He reached down and adjusted himself through his jeans. Plumes of desire unfurled around him, and the scent that normally surrounded him—a combination of espresso, cigar smoke and smooth cognac—intensified.
When Ryan had completely unlaced me, I reached for the corset, but he pushed my hands aside. Again, I knew I was slipping. That I’d let him call the shots even on something as trivial as removing my corset was telling. I’d never let anyone have that sort of control. Or any control really.
He unzipped my black leather miniskirt next. The garment slid off my hips and pooled at my feet. I stood in my boots, thigh-high stockings and garter belt. I’d seen no point in wearing a thong tonight.
His hands slid up my torso, to my breasts. He massaged my nipples and planted kisses along my back, trailing down to the hollow formed by the rise of my ass cheeks.
I struggled to remain standing. Literally and figuratively. I wanted to just straddle his lap and fuck him already. I didn’t need any of this touchy-feely shit. I was already treading dangerous, unfamiliar waters where he was concerned.
His hands slid down from my breasts along the sides of my waist, over the curve of my hips and one of them found its way to my clit. He rubbed the nub with the pad of his thumb. I felt his mouth leaving a hot wet trail on the swell of my ass cheeks.
What the hell was he doing to me? How had this human gotten this much control over me. I never let a man be this…tender with me. I fucked all the time, but I never let anyone get this intimate.
I turned my gaze to Jeremiah, who was watching me intently. The fact that he was looking at me and not Ryan spoke volumes. Damn it, he saw it too.
He knew me well, better than any other human ever had. We scened together frequently. My vulnerability, which would’ve just looked like a woman enjoying being worshipped by any other observer, meant much more to someone like Jeremiah. Someone who knew how I operated.
“Let me sit on you. I need to fuck you now.” I twisted out of his grasp. I pushed his shoulders back so they were against the couch cushions. I widened my stance and prepared to straddle him.
“What, I can see that you’re ready. You’ve been ready.”
“I want you to face Jeremiah. I want us both looking at him while we do it.”
He spun me back around and I slowly backed onto his lap. Well, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes while I came would sure beat staring into Ryan’s. I didn’t need anything else making this situation more emotional. I fucked. I didn’t do romance and tender kisses.