Kaitlin Doyle has devoured many a steamy romance novel -- bondage stories, ménage stories, stories about vampires and warriors and werewolves. But her all-time favorite is Her Dark Knights. The heroes, Cayne and Ronan, are fallen angels. Who would have ever thought that she'd find angels so freaking sexy? Or that she'd fantasize about being possessed by two darkly seductive Masters? But still, that is just fantasy. Her naughty little secret. It could never happen in real life.
Then again, maybe it could...
One minute she's sleeping in her bed, the next she's dragged into the world of her favorite author's imagination. And those sinfully gorgeous fallen angels are about to make her darkest fantasies a reality. She'd never dreamed it was possible, that she could surrender to her secret desires.
Length: Novella (23,000 words)
WARNING Contains: capture fantasy/kidnapping, m/m/f menage a trois, group sex, BDSM elements and two sexy bi fallen angels doing deviously wicked things.
"Have you ever fantasized about being tied up? Dominated?" Cayne asked.
She shook her head. "Not before I read Her Dark Knights."
"Do you still remember the story?" Holding something in his hands, he strolled toward her. His body was loose and relaxed, nonthreatening. His eyes were much more intense. And his expression - a hungry lion on the prowl. "Do you remember how it made you feel?"
"I'm... parts of it I remember. Others I've forgotten. I guess being here is making me confused or something."
He stopped directly in front of her, and she saw up close what he'd been holding. It was a whippy looking thingy with a thick handle and dozens of long strands of animal fur.
Soft fur. That would probably feel pretty good gliding over her back. Tickly.
"Do you remember reading about the heroine's first time in the dungeon?" He combed through the strands, and she stared at his hand, admiring his long, tapered fingers. They were strong, large masculine hands, but also very attractive. A little quiver skittered up her spine and tingly heat swept down her legs.
"Not the details. I remember getting to that part and not wanting to stop. I also recall thinking it was exciting, in a strange way."
"Strange how?" He moved closer still, until the heat radiating off his huge body filled the thin pocket of air between them. He raised the end of that whip to her face, skimmed it down the side and then pushed against her chin, forcing her head up until her gaze met his. "Tell me, bride."
"I -- it's hard to explain."
"Let me try." Dropping the whip, he circled around her side, stopping directly behind her. "You found the scene darkly sensual," he whispered, his breath caressing her neck and giving rise to a full coat of goose bumps. "A little uncomfortable, but also very arousing."
"Yes, uncomfortable and arousing." She remembered now. She'd literally felt like she was going to melt as she'd read that first bondage scene. The book's character, the heroine, had been both scared and turned on at the same time. That bizarre mix of emotions had totally set her off. There'd been no way she could have put that book down after that.
Strong fingers walked up her neck, over her scalp, rubbed her temples.
She closed her eyes, not totally at ease but getting closer. The slight edge of apprehension still tugging at her insides made every sensation -- Cayne's every touch and word -- more intense. More sensual. "As you read, you imagined yourself in the character's place, standing nervously, waiting to see what her new Master would do next. It was sexy and exciting because you knew you were safe, that it was only a book."
"Yes." She dragged in a deep breath.
"But now it's not just a book, and you're not so safe," he whispered...