As I'm knee deep in
the next book in this series of Behind Closed Doors, It's so great to revisit
Cecelia's Claim. I was going to say to reassure her all is well, but that
sounds silly…or does it?
Not to me, I'm totally
character driven as I write—a pantster .There's no point plotting, my characters
tell me what's happening and woe betide I ignore them…
I've learned my
lesson, and Cecilia's Claim is their story,
not mine. I'm just the person who types it out—very badly. I think I did as
they directed, at any rate, they didn't give me too many sleepless nights once
it was written out.
Everyone agreed the
Brigstock family was unconventional. Just how unconventional could be somewhat
of a shock...
She may have turned
her men down once, but will she have the resolve to do it again?
Cecy's willpower is
never strong when she's around Caleb or Philippe, and now she needs them to
keep her safe. They intend to stick close to her, so surely a little dalliance
is acceptable? The problem is a little is not enough for any of them, but can
they all agree just on what form the 'more' should take?
A wee tease… er HOT…
The sheen on her skin from the bath was reflected on Caleb's. The
perfume of the bathwater mixed with the heady smell of aroused males surrounded
her. Cecy realized she had not been fighting them or their ideas. She had been
fighting herself. She wanted both of them, and the thought that they could mean
so much to her had scared her so much she had run.
Well, no more. I will accept what is given and embrace it.
"Lower yourself, until you feel Caleb fill your cunt."
The command once more was spoken in a low voice, but was no less forceful for
it. Cecy smiled and shook her hair off her face as she took more of Caleb's
cock inside her cunt. As she stretched to accommodate him he moved his hands to
hold her waist and guide her down. Once she was seated on him Cecy clenched her
inner muscles as hard as she could. Caleb groaned.
"Minx, you are magic."
"No magic," Cecy assured him. "Just a desire to
make this occasion one for us all to remember. She began a rhythm of tightening
and relaxing her channel around Caleb.
Her back was stroked, she presumed by Philippe, and then two
strong arms slid under her arms and toward her breast.
"Touch Caleb's nipples, as I do to you." Philippe told
her as he nipped her hard nubs. "We're sensitive like you."
The nips and strokes he placed on her breasts sent a spiral of
tingles through her body to her quim. Cecy felt she was on fire.
"I need release," she gasped. "Ah please
ahh..." The last nip was hard, so very hard that pain shot through her.
Before she had time toregister how sore she might be, the caress that followed,
plus the tiny pinches afterwards, changed the pain to pleasure.
"Ahh." This time it was a moan of arousal and enjoyment.
"Attend to Caleb, focus on him." Could she really touch
Caleb in that way? "Do it," Caleb said. "It is true, we may be
male but the sting of
pain there is easily changed to the sweetness of pleasure."
She took a nipple in between her fingers and rolled it across the
tips. Caleb moaned, and his cock twitched inside her.
"More." Philippe demanded. "More now." He nipped her
nipples
as he spoke and Cecy automatically tightened her fingers on Caleb.
His eyes clouded and he licked his lips. The gesture was so erotic Cecy
trembled.
"Lean forward now. Let your breasts touch Caleb's. I am going
to complete us."
Cecy's heart jumped and her pulse rate sped up. What if she
couldn't accept him? What if she hurt either of them? What if the pain was too
much to bear? Her mind was full of doubt even as her body throbbed with
excitement. Perspiration dotted her skin as she put her hands onto the bed
either side of Caleb and lowered herself toward him. As her breasts brushed his
chest, the hairs of his torso stroked her body. The tickles added to her
heightened awareness.
Something cold and slippery touched her anus and she jumped.
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Raven lives in
Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown
the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings
in her books.
She is used to sharing
her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say
nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading,
she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the
lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for
her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she
realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a
paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely
long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and
be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
You can find out more
about Raven here…
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