It’s Release Day for Cherry Flavored Sex!
Release Day is so exciting. I get all hyper-happy and am like a kid on a sugar rush who can’t slow down. Rather I will be once I’m fully awake!
This release is Super-Special because it introduces one of my dearest friends Mercury. Merc is a great gal! She’s more of like a surrogate little sister to me and has been since I met her four years ago. Since then we’ve written well together and developed many plots and twisting stories, horror, dark erotica, contemporary romance. Even the contemporary seem to take on a paranormal element, no matter how we tried to shy away from those.
Now a small sample of our work gets to see the light of day. CFS has a home and will be the new haunting ground for us to unleash future works on. It’s very exciting for me and for Merc.
We’ll be picking a winner today for a copy of this short story, so comment away!
Going into heat is never easy. With her pack’s rigid rules, Alana Merona must find a male to sate her sexual needs on their terms. Unfortunately, the demon she has her eye on doesn’t meet their hard line. But with a naughty plan in mind, Alana is going to use The Delightful Kitty Club to her full advantage.
Owner of the Delightful Kitten, Drake Sullivan never partakes of the offered treats until a sexy were tempts him beyond reason.
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The Delightful Kitty was packed. Alana Merona peeked at the men and women clustered in areas of the posh room. Illuminated posters of her in glass housings lined the outside foyer into the club. The patrons crowded in to see a glimmer of her sinfulness. The echo of Sweet Lana fell off many tongues in the dimly lit VIP room. Set in darkness, the room boasted of the best of the other world. Masculine in nature, its furnishings tied in with whatever quirks one might have—well in good taste at least. After previous shows she had failed to gain the attention of the owner Drake, a demon she’d spent months lusting for. He was the only man she wanted to have a taste of the exoticness that flowed through her body.
With a low sweep of her long lashes, she winked and played the seductress as she passed. Sauntering, she wove her way through the maze of Weres, vamps and all things immortal. The sweet sticky scent of arousal and intrigue filled the establishment. She inhaled the deep aroma of their attraction like a fine mist of cologne and basked in the addictive nature of being an exhibitionist. From the left and the right, front to back, they surrounded her, offering slight conversation, or a slow lingering touch as she walked by.
Deep down she knew their desires, but the club’s written policy protected her from their baser impulses. No touching without permission. It was all an act, a sweet act meant to drive them insane, and deprive even the best of them. She prided herself on mastering the game of cat and mouse so well. She eased through the throng laughing, flirting, at ease in her skin. Her body was made for passion, enticing and inciting lust…her calling. They’d fall at her feet wanting more, and she’d pull them in, wrap them all around her small prettily painted manicured finger.
On the circular stand rested a king-size four-poster mahogany platform bed adorned with bodies in various positions that dated back to ancient times. The frame was masculine in form. Four posts rose twelve feet high, though they didn’t come close to touching the vaulted ceiling. The shape and counter of the wooden artwork resembled well-defined cocks. Lit votive candles strategically scattered around the bed and on stands, gave off an alluring scent, one that she’d chosen for this event.
Alana snuggled into her covers and pulled the pillows tighter against her. She hated sleeping alone. In the dark, her heart beat faster afraid of the shadows that lurked in the deepest recesses of her brain. The place where everyone put the unpleasant events of life at bay and kept them locked up tight. Her lids closed once again, and she drifted off into sleep. She saw herself smiling and laughing at something, but the rest was a blur. The more she tried to focus, the more unfocused it became.
“Alana,” a deep dark voice penetrated her mind. It was laced with danger and promise, known to make some flinch in fear and women weep in need. “Alana, wake up sleepy tiger.” She slumbered restlessly; feeling a feather-light touch on her chest, dreaming a presence leaned over her form. The dream mist faded and revealed a handsome muscle-ripped man raised on an elbow, his hand brushed gently across her forehead. A smirk played on his lips as he watched her eyes flutter from his voice. His head bowed to press a kiss to the hollow between her voluptuous breasts. “Wake up kitty, it’s almost noon.”
Alana sighed, restlessly fighting the urge to open her eyes. She was so tired, but that voice none other could imitate. “I am a kitty,” she mumbled in her sleep, “A sexy kitty.” She sighed and rolled over, feeling a hard body next to her. “Hello handsome,” she said huskily, opening her cat-shaped eyes. She ran her fingertips along the cut of his well-defined abs. His smell, and the sound of his voice sent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine. She would have to do that show again with the cherry popsicle just for him alone. Images of how he had satisfied her every yearning flashed through her mind, turning her face beet red. She turned her face into the pillow until the moment passed.
“Morning sexy kitty-cat.” He captured her fingers and brought them up to his lips to press a gentle kiss to the soft pads. “If you keep that up, we will not be leaving this bed for another day, sweet Alana.” His hand dug into her chin forcing her to face him. Her breathing hitched as he nipped her kiss-swollen lips and suckled gently.
“Keep what up?” she asked succinctly, her hand twirling the strands of his raven’s black hair. Alana couldn’t keep her hands to herself, even half-asleep he resembled sin itself. Surely she’d be banished to Hell for keeping company with one such as him, yet she couldn’t stop herself, and after last night, she didn’t want to.
“Letting your fingers wander,” he growled softly, as she traced his jaw line. Alana knew doing so was like taking a walk on the dangerous side.