Spooked (MF)

Haunted 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 100,580
1 Ratings (5.0)

[Siren Classic: Erotic Historical Sci-Fi Romance, time-travel, with paranormal elements]

When Cole fails to return from a sea voyage, Katelyn’s world is shattered—until she discovers she can go back in time and find him. Katelyn throws caution to the wind and leaps at the opportunity. But when her plan backfires, how far will she go to regain his love? It begins well enough. Cole seems enamored with her. But she could never have imagined how difficult it would be to be hopelessly in love with him while giving him time to fall for her. Unable to control the intensity of her desire, Katelyn makes mistakes that lead Cole to distrust her. Believing Katelyn in love with his brother, and knowing she is keeping secrets from him, Cole refuses to have anything to do with her, except to bait and mock her. She has to lay it all on the line to convince him they are meant to be.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Spooked (MF)
1 Ratings (5.0)

Spooked (MF)

Haunted 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sizzling
Word Count: 100,580
1 Ratings (5.0)
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She rubbed a hand tentatively down his bottom, caressing the hairy cheek lovingly. She slid a finger between his legs and stroked him gently, closing her eyes briefly at the wonderful sensation of touching him again. She knew every plane and hollow of this man as she’d known no other, and she could find her way around easily, even with her eyes closed. She smoothed her palm on his thigh, then let it find what it sought. She gently grasped him in her hand, stroking him slowly. She ran the tip of her finger over the soft head and around the ridge. She reveled in the knowledge that she was coaxing him toward passion as he hardened within her fist.

His large hand clamped over hers.

”What are ye up to, Kate?” he murmured sleepily.

“I should think you’ve been with enough women to know.”

He chuckled low. “Aye, I ken what yer about. What I mean is, why?”

”Why what?” she said dreamily, willing to feel but unwilling to talk.

“Why are ye assaulting my person in such a delicious way?”

“Because I’m lonely. And I love you. And I want you,” she said matter-of-factly, stroking him again. “Badly.”

“I told ye I love ye, but I do not wish to bed ye till we wed.”

“In my heart, we are wed.”

That comment gave him pause, as did the inflection in her voice. He sighed. “I guess ye would feel that way.”

“I want you to love me. Please don’t say no. I need this. I need you.”

His eyes closed slowly, and she continued her exploration by touch, reveling in the pleasurable task of rediscovering him. She was encouraged when he didn’t stop her. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she nudged him over onto his back. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his belly button. She nuzzled the downy hairs there, breathing deeply of the scent of him…that woodsy, leathery, smoky smell that always seemed to cling to him. She half crawled downward, trailing her tongue and dropping light kisses along the way, straddling his leg as she positioned herself between them, giving her a full-on view of his face. She wanted to watch him enjoy this.

Katelyn tossed her hair back, looked Cole in the face, and flashed him a bright smile. He smiled back, placing his hands behind his head and pushing himself up against the pillows a bit more to improve his view. She carefully slid her hand under his cock, feeling the weight of it. She cupped her free hand around him, sliding her hands up the length of him. She placed a kiss on the tip, closing her eyes as she traced his circumference with her tongue. She sucked along the smooth edge, flicking her tongue along the ridge and nipping him gently before taking him fully into her mouth.

She opened her eyes to watch his expression as she worked her mouth on him, swirling her tongue around the length of him, moving up and down several times before withdrawing to lap at him gently. His eyes smoldered, narrowing to tiny slits as he stared at her. His hand reached out to rest on the top of her head, clenching bits of her hair as he helped her make love to him with her mouth. He tugged at a few strands, encouraging her to release him and rise above him. She moved with lithe grace, rising to her knees. She paused there a moment, letting him trace a finger down her cheek. She arched her neck as his finger slid down it, trailing lower to circle her breast, round and round, closing in on the hardened nub of her nipple.

She fixed him with a fiery gaze, whimpering in pleasure as he tweaked her hard nipple. His hands stole to her waist, resting there, the pressure intensifying as he nudged her forward. She placed her hands on the bed on either side of him and pulled herself up to meld her mouth to his. They shared a passionate kiss, and she felt his hand fumbling momentarily between her legs while the other clutched her thigh. He rubbed a knuckle across her, and she moaned low. He chuckled in response, slid a finger between her nether lips and rubbed her languidly. She trembled, and her legs turned to water. She feared they wouldn’t hold her weight.

As if sensing her rapid loss of strength, he flipped her roughly onto her back, rolling to his side to lie next to her. He caressed her shoulder, then clutched her breast firmly. He kneaded it gently, leaning over to take it within his mouth. She purred contentedly as he suckled upon her, and she twined her fingers in his thick hair. He lifted his head, taking her lips in a brutal kiss.

He cupped her between the legs, grinding the heel of his hand against her mound before he stroked her with his finger. Her desire rose and her breath came in little pants, with a squeak interjected here and there. He played her body well, rubbing her harder and faster until she thought she would scream with the ecstasy his touch elicited. The familiar tension built up within her, and she let herself ride her own passion until it shattered her.

Fluidly, he rose above her, raised her arms above her head and held them fast as he kissed her ardently. He thrust himself into her softness. She could feel his passion licking at her deep inside, relieving her tension even as it caused more to slowly build within her. She sighed in pleasure, and he released the tight rein with which he had harnessed his desire. She moaned loudly as he rode her hard, lifting her hips to take him fully.

“Ye have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he ground out between clenched teeth, slamming against her almost painfully. She reveled in his lust, her body urging his to punish her as much as he pleased. She wouldn’t back down. She would welcome his passion whether he was gentle or not, giving or demanding.

“Not as long as I,” she retorted, pushing her hips upward swiftly, meeting him more than halfway.

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