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in that moment, Ashrin truly loved him. Then Ashrin lifted his head and began to
drive into him, riding him with a fury, his eyes cat's eyes never leaving Leo's face.
The room shattered into a rainbow of bliss with each pass of his pleasure spot. Oh
yes. The heat from Ashrin's body stoked a furnace of desire deep in his balls. Leo
hovered on the edge of consciousness, aware only of intense pleasure.
"Do you love me?" Ashrin groaned, grinding against him.
Leo gasped his reply."More than life."
Ashrin's blistering shaft seared into him, driving him with pure, hot sin. Black
spots danced behind his eyes. He rode the wave of ecstasy with Ashrin to a long,
shattering, joint climax.
* * * * *
A week later, Leo awoke, curled in Ashrin's strong arms, and smiled into the
twilight. He stretched in contentment . Being Pride suited him, although the ears
were a little hard to get used to, but his hair covered them. The cat now that was a
completely different experience. Creepy would sum it up in one word. His body had
not changed much, although Ashrin assured him his lifespan had now tripled.
Magyck tingled in his veins, another advantage. Soon, he would be proficient
enough to change his appearance with glamor and return home to introduce Ashrin
to his parents. Home. Leo looked into Ashrin's sleepy face; he was his life now and he
would never leave him.
He rolled onto his stomach and pressed kisses down Ashrin's chest. Under his
lips, Ashrin stirred and opened his eyes.
Leo smiled at him. "Why don't you have Draigah over to stay anymore?"
"Because he enjoyed your ass just a little too much," replied Ashrin, cupping
Leo's face.
Leo slipped from his grasp and continued to kiss a path down his chest, his
belly, inhaling his dizzying scent. He nuzzled his hairless balls and licked the sticky
top of his magnificent shaft. Every moment with Ashrin was a dream come true.
Ashrin's long fingers slipped into his hair.
Leo looked up at him and raised a brow."And why is that a problem?"
"You belong to me, Leo."
~The End~
About the Author
H. C. Brown lives in Queensland, Australia, where she enjoys walking along the
long, white sandy beaches.
She loves to read and finds peace in painting waterfalls and fairies. Her passion is
writing, which she does most days. She finds that variety is the spice of life and her
stories run the gamut, from a murder mystery series to historical, paranormal and
time travel all with a healthy dose of spice.
She married her very own alpha male and he is her love and inspiration. Learn more
about H. C. Brown by visiting her Web site.
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The Vampire's Assistant
By Stormy Glenn
Chapter One
"Hello, my name is Jon Brighten. I'm here to apply for the personal assistant
position." That sounded so freaking lame, Jon thought. Why else would he be dressed in
some damn suit holding his resume in his hand? The older woman behind the desk
had to think he was a complete moron.
"Resume?" the woman asked in a take no prisoners kind of way.
Jon felt a chill of foreboding shoot down his spine. Still, he held out his
resume to the woman. He winced and stuck his finger quickly into his mouth when
the paper cut him as it slid through his hand. A soft inhale from the secretary caught
Jon's attention.
He arched an eyebrow at her as he watched her eyes kind of glaze over as she
looked at the drops of blood on the corner of his resume. Shit! That was his last copy
too.
"Paper cut?" the woman asked as she glanced up at him.
He frowned, feeling like a complete moron. He nodded. "Yes, sorry about
that. I'm afraid I don't have another copy with me. Maybe we could make one?" he
asked hopefully.
The woman turned a brilliant, hundred-watt smile in his direction. Jon
marveled at the transformation. The smile made her seem a whole lot less
commandant of the prison camp and much more friendly. He felt even more shocked
when she held out a box of tissue to him.
"Here, you just take care of your cut," she said. "I'll take care of your resume."
"Uh, thank you," Jon said as he pulled a couple of the tissues out of the box
and wrapped them around his sore finger. Paper cuts hurt like the dickens.
"Please, have a seat, Mr. Brighten," the woman said. "Your name will be called
when it's time for your interview."
Jon nodded and turned to face the rest of the room. Several other people sat
waiting both men and women and every damn one of them was dressed to the
nines. Competition for this job would apparently be stiff.
Jon wasn't surprised by the caliber of people applying for the job. It was a
great position, personal assistant to Mr. Nikolas Vaile, owner and CEO of Vaile [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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