Series: Sex and Chocolate
Excerpt Rating (PG-13) There she is!
Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Shifter, Urban Fantasy, Ménage
Burned by love, healing witch Melody decides to jump back into the singles pool after taking some time to heal herself. She meets two sexy brothers who turn her world upside down and make her feel good again. When love comes calling, will she accept it? Even if it comes in the form of two sexy shifters?
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Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria
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There she is again. Sean sipped his latte and watched as the curvaceous woman he'd spotted a few weeks ago moved to her usual booth in the corner, close to the window.
His inner tiger rolled over onto its side and began making a sort of purring sound that reverberated through him. His hands shook so badly, due to the vibrations, he couldn't hold his coffee. Stop that. The tiger picked up its head. The sound stopped. It let out a growl before rising and padding away into the darkness of its cell.
With a sigh, Sean shook his head. He knew he'd have to apologize for that later, make it up to the animal somehow, maybe shift and do a run in the woods at the back of his house. A short run.
Another sip of his latte and he sniffed the air. A light, floral scent drifted toward him, riding a burst of coffee, sweet pastry and bacon. He settled back into his chair and watched the mystery woman. She was wearing baggy clothing again, but the fabric couldn't hide the curves underneath. He could see her full breasts pressing against her top. The skirt might have hung slack, but it couldn't conceal her rounded ass and hips.
His cock jerked in his jeans. Since spotting her, he'd spent his nights stroking his shaft and fantasizing about riding her ass, feeling her back passage squeeze his cock so sweetly. Fire flooded his veins as the slow, simmering arousal spread from the pit of his stomach to cascade through his body in a tidal wave.
Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes and ordered the change back. He wasn't going to shift, not here, not now. His tiger wasn't going to take control of the situation and ruin things.
The big cat had become restless as of late. It had become more and more impatient as the days went by and Sean's bed remained empty, without the woman the feline felt belonged to them. Its silent impatience ricocheted around his body, demanding that he go kidnap the woman and mark her as belonging to him.
But not just him. His brother and his tiger had shown interest in her as well. Mitch had preached patience, but he wasn't the one who had a randy tiger close to mating heat inside of him.
"She's here. Good." Mitch took a seat next to Sean. The presence of his sibling eased away some of the sensual warmth threatening his control. The scent of strong, black coffee with a hit of milk and sugar drifted toward him, making his stomach clench.
"How the hell do you drink that stuff?" He downed the last of his latte and prepared to get up and get another one along with something to eat.
"Simple," Mitch grinned. "I put it in my mouth and swallow. Get me a bagel, will you? I didn't have time to make something before I left home. Didn't want to miss her."
Sean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
He took the time to study her from a new vantage point. She had soft brown eyes, high cheekbones, full lips and smooth, creamy brown skin like milk chocolate. He wanted to see every inch of her exposed to his view. The fire thundered through him again.
His tiger growled, impatient. Go to her, it demanded.
Patience, he argued.
Sean sniffed the air, catching her scent. There was a sadness in her perfume, a quiver of uncertainty that made him want to take it slow. Well, that and Mitch. He wouldn't move without his brother. They were a pair, and if a woman couldn't accept them both, there was no deal. Mitch was all he had that mattered in the world. Their parents had died when they were little, and the local felines hadn't been hospitable. It was rough but at least he hadn't been alone.
His gaze settled on the woman again. She sipped her coffee and ate her breakfast slowly, as if she had all the time in the world to savor things. He loved that. Sean could only imagine her taking her time exploring him. A shiver raced down his spine to hum at the base of his back. His balls hardened as his cock pressed against his fly. Breathing slow and steady, in and out, he marshaled himself. His tiger padded out of the darkness, face set, determination sparkling in its eyes.
No, not yet, he told the animal.
The tiger snorted and turned, sauntering away. Its impatience rolled through him, leaving a dark stain in its wake. He could feel its frustration as if it were his own. If he wasn't careful, man and beast would become one.
Mitch looked relaxed and at home in his seat. He glanced up, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "I think we should make our move next week. We've watched long enough."
Interracial author Selena Illyria was born with an overactive imagination. With great curiosity and a love of writing that pushes her imagination there are many worlds she'd love to explore, from paranormal to sci-fi from cyberpunk and beyond.
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