Bad Boy Werewolf: Bad Boys of BDSM (Werewolf New Adult BDSM Romance. Bad Boys of BDSM.) (14 page)

Fingers invaded his asshole, but the sensation wasn’t unpleasant at all. He mused to himself how his man on man virginity edged closer to being lost completely. He didn’t mind at all. It was a fantasy come true, and despite the earlier trauma of the day, he relished in it.

Those slick digits worked in an out his rectum, seeking out his prostrate. There was some pain, but a pleasant pressure grew deep in his ass, flow out to his balls and making them tighten. He pushed his ass into the penetration, urging his lover’s fingers farther up his anal canal. That bit of pain became pure pleasure. His lover’s touch curled and stroked faster, making his prostrate burn.

“Please,” he begged. “Can I cum? Have…have you got what you need?”

His lover gave a throaty chuckle that made Warren shiver. “Would you like to cum hard, Warren? Right now?”

“Ohh, yes… please.”

“Well…” He paused, and a tongue pressed into Warren’s balls, swirling circles. “I do have the killer’s face, and you have been a good boy. Perhaps you deserve some release. Tell me how to give it to you.”

“Please.” He gasped for breath, watching the vampire’s eyes sparkle as he slowly wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. “Suck me. Fuck me. I want to lose my virginity.”

His lover smirked. “Then lose it you shall.”

Once more his cock was encased in slippery, hot bliss. The vampire curled his tongue around his shaft as he descended. He swept his tongue out over Warren’s scrotum as he deep throated him once more. He took his mouth away long enough to nip at his lover’s sac, tugging the skin until Warren yipped and bucked.

“Don’t cum just yet,” the vampire commanded. “I want to bury that sweet cock deep in my ass.”

Warm tightness slipped over his penis. Warren closed his eyes and sighed, letting the sensation fully take him. He focused on the velvet friction encasing his cock. His lover’s canal stretched pleasantly to accommodate his girth, but still gripped him snugly. His lover rocked and rode him in a slow rhythm, and he struggled not to burst.

The door they had entered earlier slammed open. A burly man, whose head almost brushed the arched entrance, charged in. Warren’s orgasm jetted from the tip of his cock, brought to its precipice by a mixture of surprise and erotic stimuli.

The giant’s skin was green tinged. He chuckled low in his throat as he stood just inside the apartment, arms crossed over a barrel chest covered in a leather jacket lined with zippers on the outside. He wore large shades that completely covered his eyes, despite the dimness of the room. Dark brown curls fell past his shoulders, and a thick beard sprouted across his jaw.

He pulled his shades off and pinned the pair of lovers with vibrant yellow eyes. “Color me shocked,” he said in a deep baritone, aimed in Sid’s direction. “I’m framed for murder, and you’re out picking up werewolves.”

Warren looked from Sid to the man. “How’d you know I was a werewolf?”

The man grunted. “Supernaturals can sense each other’s abilities. Tune your senses on me and try it.”

Warren did as he was told by the gigantic man. He could see word pictures and images. The individual who’d just joined them was a troll.

“Warren,” the vampire spoke, after scooting to the end of the bed. “Meet my ex, Avery.” Then to Avery, he said, “And you should be thanking me instead of making snide comments. This one.” He threw an arm over Warren’s shoulder. “Saw your murderer, and he gave me the face.” The vampire tapped his temple.

Avery came forward, drawing close to the bed. Long arms and massive paws shot out. Thick fingers curled around the vampire’s skull. “Show me.” He grunted again, then nodded as he smiled in satisfaction. “Just as I suspected. An agent of Purity.”

When the troll took his hands off the vamp, Warren looked at him. “Who’s Purity?”

The vampire let out a long exhale then said, “Eugenicist. And there’s nothing wrong with that, necessarily. Except they’d like to wipe monsters off the face of Earth.”

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Read an excerpt from a scorching, upcoming Wild & Lawless release Claimed by the Bad Boy by Anita Lawless, part of our new Bad Boys of BDSM Series! Volume 2 will be released by late April/ early May 2014.

Claimed by the Bad Boy

Bad Boys of BDSM Volume 2

By Anita Lawless

Prologue

Sam sat on the bed, head in hands, as Jacqueline paced the carpet with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Jackie.” He looked up at her, and tears streaked his chiseled face. “Don’t do this, please?”

She touched his face, running her fingers through his trimmed, dark beard. “I have to, baby.” Jacqueline dropped her head. “I’m sorry.”

He grabbed her hands—a desperate look in his eyes—as she tried to pull away and continue packing.  “Stay, darling, please. We can work this out. I know we can.”

Fighting her own tears, Jackie managed a weak smile, shaking her head as she tossed another shirt into the suitcase. “It’s been five years, baby. Five years, and nothing has changed.” She shrugged and swallowed back a sob. “Maybe we just came together at the wrong time, you know? I wanted to believe in us, Sam, I did—”

Sam got up from the edge of the bed and crossed to the closet, standing in front of it, stopping her progress, folding his well-developed arms over his broad chest.  “I can’t let you go.”

“You have to, baby.” She caressed his face and heaved a deep, ragged sigh. “Things end sometimes, for different reasons. You’re not a bad person, Sam, but…you’ve changed. I’ve changed. We’re not the same people who came into this relationship. I think we both want different things now.”

Sam shook his head and grabbed her wrist. “You’re wrong. We can work this out. We just need to sit down…talk…”

“I’m leaving, sweetie.” Bowing her head so he couldn’t catch a hint of the pain in her eyes, Jacqueline pushed him away. “Please, just accept that and let me go.”

Sam backed away from the closet. He stalked from the bedroom, slamming the door as he left.

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Chapter 1

Jacqueline carefully unwrapped the package that sat atop her glass display case. It was an H.P. Lovecraft original, and being a lifelong fan of horror she couldn’t help but smile wide as she gazed down upon the book.
Damn,
she thought,
It’s nice to enjoy what you do for a living.
 

Jacqueline had rented the space for her rare used books/oddities/antiques store around two years ago now. Right after her divorce from Sam was finalized. The memory of their uncomfortable parting made her sigh as she ran a reverent hand over the book’s cover.

She thought back to their final day together, remembered Sam and Juanita begging her to reconsider leaving. But Jacqueline had learned one lesson living with her husband and his stepmother for two years: There was only room for one woman in a man’s life, at least, when it came to living under one roof.

After taking two and a half years with the meddlesome but well meaning woman, Jackie had to admit defeat. It wasn’t that Juanita had meant to gobble up every spare moment of Sam’s time, or that she meant to horn in on their relationship. It just happened. And Jackie, powerless to stop it but desperately wishing she could, had to do some soul searching before she dropped the dreaded “D” word on Sam.

It had practically killed him. She would never forget the look of hollow sorrow in his eyes that day.

“Why the hell am I doing this to myself?” she muttered to a china Buddha sitting in a tall, glass display case, smiling at her cheerily.

Glancing at the calendar by the door, Jacqueline came around front to flip the
CLOSED
sign to
OPEN
.

She looked down at the dusty motorcycle boots on the other side of the glass, wood-framed entrance. Her eyes followed them up to black jeans, and she swallowed as her fingers closed over the sign.

Two years. Jackie never thought she’d see him again.

But there he was, standing on the other side of the door, smiling in at her, wearing a black t-shirt and sunglasses.  It gave him that enigmatic, slightly dangerous look she’d always loved about him.

Samuel Varkov. Her ex-husband. Jackie stared, and her hand trembled on the sign.

Sam pointed to the doorknob, smiled—showing his deep dimples—and raised his eyebrows.

Nodding her head, Jackie forced a smile through her shock, fumbled with the key in her hand, and let him in.

“What…” Her voice cracked and her throat dried. “What are you doing here?” She tried again, cursing her words for deserting her at the worst possible moment.

Sam looked around her shop and walked about casually. He took off his glasses and exposed those deadly blue eyes. Jackie flipped the sign quickly and made a retreat behind the counter.

“I’m doing great, Jackie. Thanks for asking. How are things with you these days?” He leaned over the counter and stared at her. Not smiling, not frowning, just wearing an impassive face. The stance he knew unnerved Jackie the most. Damn, how she hated him, but was so incredibly happy to see him, in that same moment.

“I-I didn’t mean anything by not asking how you were, Sam.” She crossed her arms tightly over her breasts and set her jaw. “It’s just a bit of a shock, seeing you here, all of a sudden, like this.”

“Well.” He propped one tattooed elbow on the covered counter. “There’s a good reason for my visit.” Standing upright, he walked toward the wall display of pewter dragons and various mythical creatures. “I just rented the space next to your shop, and the apartment above it. See, I’m moving Black Magick Tattoo and Designs into the city. Mom’s got her own things to do, and the big house on the outskirts of town is just too much for her. Plus.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “She has a new beau she wants to be closer to. So, looks like I’m on my own, and the space above the shop is more than enough for me.”

She was surprised by how quickly he moved back to the counter; his hands now braced on the silk cover that protected the glass top. His stealth used to thrill her. Such a large, muscular man, yet he moved like a cat, while Jackie was as klutzy as a big dog in a china shop.

“So, we’ll be neighbors?” Jackie frowned and pretended she found a dirty spot on the edge of the display case.

“Looks that way.”

Out of her side vision, Jacqueline caught his lecherous smile, and a warm heat fluttered in her groin as she swallowed.

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Had she been affected by his visit?
Sam had watched for subtle signs and he thought he’d caught a few, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part.

Damn, it was so good to see her again. Jackie looked even better than she had two years ago when she’d walked out on him. His heart ached as he thought of those big, startled grey eyes this morning, staring at him in surprise. If it took him until his death, Sam was going to get her back. Some way, some how. So much had changed since their split, and he just hoped he could show her that, convince that wary heart of hers, that life with him would be different this time around.

It had taken all his strength not to take her in his arms right there in her shop, kiss her hard, and inhale the scent of her hair, her skin. He’d missed her so much these past two years, and he had worked hard to get back on his feet, become a free man, so to speak, and come after the only woman he’d ever really loved. The only woman that ever really understood him.

It wasn’t that his step-mom, Juanita, meant to come between them, while Jackie and Sam had been living with her. Sam and Jackie had fallen on some hard times financially back then, and Juanita had offered to help them out by giving them a place to stay until they got on their feet.

Juanita and Jackie had rented a shop in the small town they’d lived on the outskirts of, and they’d ran a successful business in the farming community of Sussex. Sam had started his tattoo business out of the home they shared, and now his talent had earned him a well-known name, from Moncton, to Saint John, to Fredericton. People thought nothing of driving two hours to come and have a tattoo done by him. He’d even had people come up from the States recently, just before he moved the shop into the city, as far as Connecticut, to have work done by him.

After Jackie left him, Sam’s sole purpose in life centered on one thing: working his ass off, building up a healthy name and a healthy clientele, so he could move the tattoo shop into the city and have the funds to go after her. It was all because of lack of money, and lack of alone time together, that their relationship had gone sour in the first place. Not that Jackie was the kind of woman to base a relationship on money.
Hell, she wouldn’t have stayed with him through the rough years if that were the case.
But, now he had the freedom to spoil her the way she deserved, and the freedom to be on his own, so he could seduce her back into his arms properly. And Sam was a stubborn man. He wasn’t giving up.

“Hey.” His young apprentice that came with him from Sussex popped his head out of the tattoo room. “What you want for lunch, man?  I’ll go out and grab us something.”

Sam draped his leather jacket over the coat rack close to the opening of the tattoo room.  “I don’t know what I’m in the mood for, Jamie. Surprise me.”

Jamie, a sinewy kid that Sam dwarfed by a good six inches, looked at him hard.  “You okay, man. You seem somewhere else?”

Sam smiled, and Jackie’s mischievous, sparkling eyes and smiling face floated into his mind.  “I’m okay. Just got a lot on my mind.”

“You went to see Jackie, didn’t you?”

Sam looked up into the kid’s sharp hazel eyes.  “Yeah, I went to see her.  Didn’t stay long though.”

Jamie came closer to the entrance of the tattoo area.  He leaned against the doorframe. “So, how did it go, man?  You think…”

Sam held up a hand to stop him and smiled sadly.  “It’s too soon to say yet. Give me some time to work on my woman first. Yeesh, Jamie.”