There are many perks to having crit partners but one of the best has to be getting a sneak peek at their fabulous work before anyone else. Today I have Doris O'Connor on my blog with Doric, who I was lucky to read about and drool over from the moment he popped into Doris's head.
The Last of His Kind Blurb:
What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog? You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?
Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.
Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?
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"Well,
for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake
of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal.
"Of course if you don't mind, then let's go."
"Err,
do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do
someone an injury with…with that."
She
wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his
hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the
air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He
needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front
of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.
****
Oh
the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched
her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the
cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The
mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer,
even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so
stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control
himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean
he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man
before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too
skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as
her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.
"Has
anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of
her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so
close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy,
and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be
described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the
wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled
the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and
he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being
as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very
bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp
yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at
him.
"I
asked you a question, ceannbeag."
The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her
pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked
her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her
panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes
preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her
lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her
hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her
pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.
He
shook his head at her ineffective attempts.
"Well? Would you like me to stop those
thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back
slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking
will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what
I'm saying?"
Did
she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was
all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and
injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just
by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an
unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands
rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down
her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.
"If
you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an
octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I
sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I
will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you
every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."
Oh
good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to
make sure I have more of them.
"Do
I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in
her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been
holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own
arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.
"Pick one."
"Nessie."
Thanks for sharing him with us Doris :)
How could anyone possibly resist him? *Swoon*
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