[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal/Fantasy Romance, shape-shifters, light bondage, sex toys]
Isola “Izzy” Malone is proud to be an Amazon. After years of roaming, she finally finds a home with the Blood Maiden Tribe. But contentment made her wild, which is how Izzy ends up exiled to Middle-of-Nowhere, Wyoming. The most fun she can look forward to is rescuing a dumb bull from a group of nymphs. Only he isn’t a bull, but a minotaur. A really hot, sexy, big minotaur.
Grant Strickland isn’t ready to commit to a harem of placid cow-swans; not yet. But when he’s accosted by a crazy Amazon who’s determined to “save” him, he thinks the whole mating thing might be worth a try. Trouble follows Izzy, but it’ll take both of them to stop it from becoming war. Grant will use his skills, and cheat, to show Izzy where she really belongs is with him as a mate.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Izzy was warm and comfortable. Sighing contentedly, she stretched and clutched her pillow tighter. She’d had the most amazing dream, she thought sleepily.
She’d dreamed that she had gone to Wyoming, of all places, and met a sexy minotaur who made her forget all about her one attempt at a relationship and how horrible it had turned out. He’d made love to her for hours, treating her like a fragile flower and not a battle-hardened Amazon. It had been simply amazing.
Pressing her cheek against her pillow, Izzy breathed in the scent of male musk and spices. Mmm, sexy. She rubbed her cheek over the pillow, enjoying the friction of hair abrading her cheek. She paused in mid rub. Hair?
Her eyes blinked open, but it took her several seconds before she could focus on anything. She wasn’t in her tent near Forked Island, Louisiana. No, this was a house. She was in a masculine bedroom that looked familiar. She’d been in it the day before. Or was it the same day? She couldn’t remember, but her jaw ached, and there was a burning pain in her arm. What the hell had happened?
She didn’t bother looking at her pillow. She knew who it was just by the way her body was toasty warm and the scent that filled her nostrils. Grant. Why she was in bed with him without a stitch of clothing on, she couldn’t say. She wasn’t sore in the most obvious places, so they hadn’t had sex, but they were both naked and his cock was hot and heavy against her thigh.
Yeah, time to extract herself from the bed before he woke up. Easing away from his delicious warmth, Izzy managed to remove her leg from where it was draped over his groin without him moving. Peeking up at his sleeping face, she fought the urge to sigh like a lovesick teenager. He was a handsome devil, no question about it, but she wasn’t going to fall for that trap again. Nope, Izzy Malone didn’t let a pretty face bypass her common sense anymore.
The sheet covering them was twisted around her right leg, trapping her in the bed even after she’d untangled her body from Grant’s. Muttering under her breath, she wasted precious minutes unwrapping her leg while trying not to jostle the bed too much. She’d just managed to free herself when Grant’s body shifted closer to her, curling around her as she leaned half out of the bed.
His head rested on her right breast, his nose nuzzling her nipple. Izzy froze, waiting to see if he’d wake up. His breathing didn’t alter and his eyes didn’t flicker, but he wasn’t idle. No, the damned man’s hands stroked over her naked body as though he owned it. Izzy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as those big, warm, raspy mitts moved over her sensitive skin.
Her breath caught in her chest as he brushed his lips across her nipple. She should move, get away from him before they did something she would regret, but gods, it felt so good! Her back arched a bit as she tried to get her nipple in perfect alignment with his mouth. She just needed a little pleasure, she thought hazily, just a little bit of him before she pulled away.
Grant was nearly out of his mind with need. The look in her eyes was something he wanted to see for the rest of his fucking life. She sprawled on the seat of his truck, one hand plastered against the windshield, the other gripping the headrest of her seat. Her legs were wide open, the scent of her desire swirling around his head like a drug.
Gripping the edges of her jeans, Grant ripped them all the way up the seam to her crotch until the denim fluttered around her waist. Those miles and miles of long legs bare and spread made Grant lightheaded, and that was before he got a glimpse of the saturated cotton of her panties.
He wanted to howl in triumph, beat on his chest like some primate, all because Isola was soaking wet for him. Instead, he slid his hands up her legs, relishing the silk of her skin, finding the slight scars that marred her legs. She’d fought hard all of her life, and it showed on her body, but it brought him nothing but pleasure. She was a strong woman who could easily stand on her own. She didn’t need someone to take care of her, protect her, which meant when she stayed with a man it was because she wanted to. And Grant had every intention of being the man she wanted to stay with.
“Grant,” she croaked, shaking her head. “We can’t do this.”
Her brain was still denying what was happening, but her body softened beneath his touch, her nipples hardening for him. He ignored her words and slid both hands to frame her mound where the heat of her nearly seared him. She gasped, her eyes wide, and latched onto him. He brushed his thumbs over the dampened material of her panties, stroking the rigid nub of flesh beneath the cotton.
Hooking his fingers in the crotch of her undies, Grant ripped them off of her, letting the material fall to the floor of his truck. Humming with satisfaction as she was bared to him, he bent himself nearly in half to taste her. There was a thunking sound as Isola’s head met the glass behind her, but he didn’t bother checking on her. His entire focus was on the tight, wet pussy between his hands.
He speared his tongue into her entrance, moaning at the salty, sweet taste of her. Her hips arched towards him, seeking more, which he was more than happy to give. Small, fluttering licks along her swollen lips led him to her clit. As he worked that nubbin of flesh, his hand reached blindly for the glove compartment. Her gasping moans drove him crazy, but she hadn’t lost herself to pleasure, not yet, and he was determined to brand himself on her psyche. When she thought of desire, Grant wanted her to think of him.
He found what he was looking for without breaking away from her sweet flesh. His tongue dipped down for one last taste of heaven as his hand busily prepared his surprise. Isola was gasping louder, one of her hands finding its way to the back of his head to hold him in place. Her strong legs tensed as though she were about to lock him against her, so he quickly pulled away from her.
“Bastard!” she roared, the hand on the back of head suddenly grasping his hair. “Make me come!”
Smiling with pleasure, he said, “Gladly.”
Her eyes widened as she finally heard the buzzing sound of her vibrator.
“No!” she gasped, trying to squirm away, but Grant wasn’t about to let her go without making her come once or a dozen times.
Grasping her hip in one hand, he guided the toy to her entrance. Trust Isola to buy the biggest toy she could find. The damn thing was only a couple of inches smaller than he was, and nearly as thick. He supposed that was a good thing because at least using it on her would prepare her body for him when they finally consummated this raging chemistry between them.
Grant knew his smile wasn’t nice, but he couldn’t hold it back. Isola was in his power and panting for what he would give her. Even so, she squirmed in his hold, but Grant didn’t falter, sliding that thick, vibrating cock into her. Gods, watching the bright purple toy press open her folds, watching the way her back arched as she took it into her body was enough to make him lose his mind.
“You wanted your toy back,” he told her, though his head and his cock both felt as though they were going explode. “I’m just giving you want you want, baby. But best remember: this is the only way you’ll ever get to use it.”
With the warning out of the way, he set his strength of will to making her come harder than she ever had before.