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Gah, Okay, Stuff!!! 🍪🍪🍪

Whoot, my head is killing me. Lots of $0.99 MM reads below!

Hey, babes. Uh… I had an idea. I know, that’s kinda my thing. I get ideas and write them down and *snort* it’s a book! XD So, some while back I had this fun idea for a kind of Demon Virus reboot. For those who missed it, Demon Virus is a free fic you can snag where the concept was the MC gets stalked through the computer by a pretty rapey incubus. Like, I wanted to make a series or a novel out of Mikey and Will hunting down the bastard incubus who changed him and others and find a way to be changed back. Except, they need to first find the next virginal victim, so Will has been tracking the incubus’s movements online as best he can, while Mikey is trying to get the thralls who are changed to not totally lose their minds from the change—yeah, cuz drama! And I was going to open on this party where they think the next strike is already underway, introduce the characters in the game and then…

Well, I think this would be another fun plot line for one of those choose your own adventure things. Because I could do so much with it. My brain loves this kind of interactive novel idea where you have the reader making choices just looking to get to all the sexy outcomes and I feel like this plot could totally suit a lot of sexy outcomes. Like ridiculous, fun, pick a character, pick a conflict and go with it. Who would be the guy chosen as the sacrifice to lure the incubus in? Would it work or will the Incubus choose someone else? What if the guy chickens out last second, goes and has sex with someone—because he doesn’t want to risk being turned into a mindless sex thrall—and someone else is picked as a result and the plan thwarted? What if Mikey can’t keep Will from being a total horny bastard (even though Mikey is the sex thrall and Will the damn human!) What happens when a bunch of poor, tormented sex thralls end up at a college party? What happens if the Incubus is actually caught?!!

I love everything about this idea, of being able to write both stories, all options (at least, the most fun, sexy ones.) Just, I still have no clue how to fucking do it. XD I think that’s why my brain is all over this. I want to solve the problem of it. The multiple plots, the how to branch a story and allow it to double back, or just end. It’s such a project and my brain loves problem solving—plus the whole writing of sexy sex. XD I could fit just about any kink I want in there depending on the branch of the story. Straight to gay, first time, incest, monster sex, multi, sex thrall gangbang—it’s a thing now that I can conceive it. Lol. And what if such a concentration of paranormal beings like incubi sex thralls attracts the attention of other paranormal beings?

It really is just this fun, anything goes kind of concept. Love it. I could set it up on the website for starters—I can’t even imagine formatting the book just yet… okay, I can because my brain is on this shit, but still. I could set it up, start it as a free thing cus it’s interactive, maybe have some extra sexy branches locked so the subscribers feel they’re getting their value for supporting me. Squee, so many possibilities… Oh, maybe I could do subscriber polls to help decide which path to explore next?!

I have defined the ending of Hellcat (at least 10,000 words more @[email protected]) and am writing it into reality this week. Ah, TJ, you’re so screwed. <3 Then it’s back to Sorcerer Slayer (yay!!!) and I think the Demon Virus idea—unless something else catches me first. Oh, I nearly have the next Demon Bonded fully outlined and sketched, too. Ky’s going to school! Oh, oh, oh, and I keep forgetting to tell people. Demon Bonded #10 is out of KU and now permanently available for $0.99. Snag it if you haven’t yet.

*deep breath* I hope you’re all enjoying your weekend. Lol, excuse my manic joyful blathering. I’m having fun in my head again. XD

Laws of Attraction- $0.99

Welcome to the world of Luke Hanson.

Every few months he has to move to a new town, so friendships and relationships are as fleeting as the scenery.

Until he ends up in Glendale for the last months of high school, where he meets the resident bad boy, Kris.

Kris is enigmatic and mysterious. With his tattoos, wit and guitar skills, he’s every girl’s, and Luke’s, dream – but he keeps distance from everyone.

Living on the two ends of society, with Luke in the uptown and Kris in the poorest neighborhood where poverty and abuse are a normal occurrence, will Luke be able to pass the emotional barriers Kris had set in place and have a real relationship?

Laws of Attraction is the first in series of MM contemporary romances, but can be read as a standalone novella with a HFN ending.
Tropes: First Time, Enemies to Lovers, Coming of Age.

Angel’s Feathers

How far would you go for the one you love? How much of yourself would you sacrifice?

Trapped on a decaying Earth and cut off from the rest of the Universe, humans are no longer allowed to leave their planet. Break this one law and you die: a penalty enforced by flyers, aliens who look like angels of long-lost religions. Michael, the flyers’ leader, is the Punisher who carries out every public execution.

Adam, a young human with near-perfect memory, is committed to rebuilding Earth and a true believer in the flyers’ dominion. While Adam’s support for flyers isn’t a secret, his deep love for Michael is. Not even Michael knows, for his kind never take human lovers, and to Adam, they are too far above him to reach.

In his broken and unwelcoming world, Adam’s love can only lead to pain, loss, and disaster. Yet there is no force in the huge expanse of stars and galaxies that can stop Adam from following Michael to the end of existence. Not even Adam’s own beliefs.

Straight By Day- $0.99

Braden:

What I thought was a casual fling from a hookup app turns out to be a meet-up with the most famous actor in the world. I want nothing more than to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity until I realize he’s in a relationship with an equally famous actress. However, once he informs me that the relationship is simply meant as a public cover-up, I find myself in his hotel room. It doesn’t take long before I realize that a passionate night with Patrick could turn into more than a quick rendezvous.

The other problem? He’s never gone all the way with a man.

Patrick:

For as long as I can remember, I’ve chased a glamorous life of lead roles in action films and multimillion-dollar paychecks, but a one-time hookup turns into more than a quick thrill and forces me to throw caution to the wind. The public may view me as nothing more than an action hero, but Braden sees me for who I really am. The only issue now is figuring out if I’m able to walk away from the fantasy life I’ve built to live the authentic life that I’ve only ever seen in my dreams.

With millions of people watching my every move, I have to decide if I’m strong enough to cast aside fame and fortune and finally embrace what I truly want.

Strays, Links And Demons- $0.99

Episode #10. The line between humanity and demon blurs…
Ky can’t catch a break. While trying to come to terms with the murder he helped commit, the wards to his house are broken into by a new master sorcerer. Stewart Moore is condescending, arrogant, and might be Ky’s hope or doom in his upcoming trial.
The Aeternum, a coven of demon summoners, has laid claim to Tobias’s demons and wand. If Ky can’t convince them he’s going to survive long enough to protect the seven lives he’s bonded to, the coven will forcefully take them.
Ky is betrayed when a new revelation concerning Anselm brings his entire existence into question.
There’s no one to turn to or trust when his only allies are the abused demons who exploit to survive. Ky is submerged in a world of murder, slavery, and sorcery with no way back to his old life. He’s not who he thought he was; he might have never been.

The Drunk Email—free

Nick has had a crush on his older brother for as long as he could remember. Justin is just so perfect; handsome, strong with blond hair and blue eyes. It’s impossible to look anywhere else. Nick never thought he’d ever tell his brother how he felt. That was until Justin went on a school trip out of country and Nick got lonely and really drunk.

Bringing The Sin Back 👄

Hey, first snowfall outside where I am…

Writing up a storm, so apologies for the lateness and quickness of this newsletter. I went back into Hellcat and realized it just didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like a Sadie Sins book, so I channeled my inner deviant and outlined a few new scenes to fix it. My writing has been too tame lately. I came to the conclusion if I don’t have the odd confused reader bitching a one star review that the book is way too dirty and going to ruin impressionable minds, I have failed at my job. There’s no excuse besides a lack of fun, so time to bring the fun back with exaggeration, angst, dubcon, straight to gay, and hard fucking. XD

I have not been having fun lately. Again started taking shit way too seriously. It’s lame. My first and only Christmas story was Obsession, a full incest father/son + burglar. What the hell has been wrong with me lately? I blame Trump, the fucker, and all the sexual misconduct coming out in Hollywood. They don’t know how to make rape into a sexy fantasy, and just ruin it for everyone, the pasty, flabby fucks.

Oh, new Apprentice Saga cover, finally! Did one of Liem, Tobias, and Brave. A kinda villain cover. <3 I should have these guys moved soon and Apprentice Saga republished. Eventually. Busy work is so, well, busy.

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Fair Catch — $0.99

Tom Hoffman took a huge risk when he came out early in his football career.

One teammate in particular has always caught his eye. Not only is Chuck Wilson an incredible athlete, but he’s very handsome too. When they’re paired up together for a media event, Tom is thrilled to have the opportunity to greet this new colleague he’s always admired… but it turns out that Chuck isn’t as naturally friendly as Tom is.

Can Tom get through to Chuck and help him overcome his fear? Can Chuck learn to accept himself and move on with his life?

 

 

 

Switch — free

Greg is worried about his best friend Kyle. Kyle’s life seems to be spiraling out of control. Greg doesn’t mind picking up the pieces, but his normally smart, ambitious and good-looking friend seems more distracted than usual after his last break-up. And he’s starting to get annoyed at Greg trying to lend him a hand.
What Greg doesn’t realize is that Kyle is keeping something from him… and it could change both of their lives forever.

**EXTRA FREE BOOK INSIDE**

 

 

 

 

Vampire Claus

A lonely vampire and a fearless mortal with no instinct for self-preservation. Isn’t that what Christmas is all about?

‘Twas the night before Christmas, but what’s stirring is a little more dangerous than a mouse.

Taviano is nearly two hundred years old and never wakes in the same place twice. Weary and jaded, the vampire still indulges in memories of childhood Christmases in Naples. He lingers in shadow, spying on mortals as they enjoy the holiday.

When Taviano spots a handsome young man in Boston loaded down with presents and about to be mugged, he can’t help but intervene. Soon he’s talking to joyous, naïve, strong-willed and funny Paul, a short-order cook who raised funds to buy Christmas presents for LGBTQ children. Before he knows what’s happened, Taviano is wrapped up in Paul’s arms and then in his schemes to get the presents delivered by Christmas morning.

A vampire turned into a Christmas elf… What could go wrong?

 

Demencious Saga — free this month

This volume contains episodes 1-4 of Demon Bonded, as well as the bonus episode ‘Far From Home’, written by Sadie Sins and previously published 2015-2016. Demencious Saga is the first saga in the mm erotic world of Demon Bonded. This serial is a fun play on monster collecting and male harems. Expect demon bonding, master/slave relationships of mild and abusive nature, multiple partners, magical powers, learning how to be a sorcerer, and conflict with crueler demon masters.

Intangible 29

Chapter Twenty-Eight

He could have had a place here. This could have been his home. He could have been more than a rutting, sex crazed animal who stepped into the forest a man and never returned again. Except Harry took the ring and Draco was forced to face the fact he was a Vesper halfling. Just like his uncle and all the others who came before who howled in the night lost in a sea of lust. He could have been so much more but only with the ring.

Anger surged through Draco greater than his comprehension. It was a roaring fire that boiled his blood and incinerated the mating call Harry was still twisting inside him. Everyone was trying to rule him from his parents, to Voldemort, to his professors, to the oppressive rules of the wizarding world and now this man—this beautiful, maddening, fucked in the head Harry Potter who thought he could decide his life for him. He thought he could steal his ring, touch him, and pull him with the mating call with wave after crashing wave until he bent to his will? No way in hell.

Draco snarled and reached for his power. He smiled savagely when uncertainty flashed in Harry’s eyes. “Draco…” Light beamed from Draco’s form and Harry was sent crashing back head over heels.

“You fucking dick!” Draco stalked after Harry’s muscular form as he skidded over dirt and fallen Vesper. “You’ve been unconscious for the last goddamn week, you don’t know shit about anything, and you just barge in here, stomp my family flat, and steal my fucking ring? Who the fuck do you think you are, Potter? Have you lost your goddamn mind? Did your scar finally split your skull open and release whatever brains you had left? I’m not your fucking toy! I’m nobody’s toy!”

“Draco, shit, hold on,” Harry gasped. He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled back when Draco surged after him.

Draco grabbed him by the hair and growled as he continued to yell. “I came here to save your miserable life, Potter! I faced my biggest, most terrifying fears to make sure no one killed you. They wanted to; they were going to take you out just at the possibility you might turn into a crazy asshole. And you—you go and prove them right by doing something so irresponsible, so selfish!” Draco twisted his hair hard. “I should have killed you myself!”

“Just calm down. I’m sorry!” Harry yelped and held his hands up in surrender as he tried to crouch away from Draco’s hold. “Draco, you’re getting feathery and it has to hurt with all those scales sprouting and… Shit. Breath, Draco.”

“Stop telling me what to do!” Draco hollered even as he gasped for air. The world spun. Draco groaned loudly, shoved Harry away, and covered his face with newly taloned hands. Fucking Potter. Fucking Potter, he was turning into a dragon slut. Draco shuddered as his back roared fire moments before his tail pushed free and wings shook loose. What remained of his clothing fell around him in a confetti of fabric.

Fuck. Fucking hell, he wasn’t going down like this!

Draco whirled and turned his piercing glare back to Harry. “You let them up right this fucking instant,” he ordered. “Now! And you better not have hurt them, or so help me, I’ll beat you senseless. These are good people. Good!”

He wasn’t sure why Harry was smiling at him. The pain in the ass bastard looked like he was ready to burst out laughing. Still, the pressure lifted with Harry’s nod and the Vesper were free to move. Draco searched the ground and found Matten. He grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up to his feet.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry he did… Why the fuck is everyone smiling at me?” Draco snarled. He pushed the grinning Matten away and took in the multitude of idiotic, sappy smiles the Vesper were directing at him now they were no longer groaning in pain.

Draco’s breath hitched and he bit his lower lip; they looked different. Matten was free of scars and clothes and there was a soft glow to his skin. Scales shimmered over his flesh and feathers peeked free behind sharp ears. He couldn’t help but notice even though he could see Matten’s true form, he wasn’t jumping the man and begging to be fucked. Hell, he wasn’t even laughing crazily anymore.

Draco licked dry lips. Maybe the crazy was from the moments before the transformation and not the final change? Did they get this wrong the same way they misjudged everything else when it came to the Vesper?

“Halfling, you are stunning.” Matten’s voice was full of awe as he stared at Draco. “Even more so in this dimension. Your glow is bright, compelling. You truly are made for us.” There was a daze to his eyes and sheen to his skin which only grew more intense the longer he stared at Draco.

“Matten?” Draco took a step back when Matten was grabbed from behind, spun, and kissed fiercely. Matten growled against Haille’s lips and threaded fingers into his long hair as he grappled him closer. Moans rose up all around them as the Vesper’s fear and pain was replaced by a maddening pulse of need. A worried expression painted Draco’s face as he watched the Vesper become lost in his glow, the men nearly frantic in their need to touch. It was the worst possible time; Harry was still a bastard and he was newly transformed.

“Draco, I’m really, truly sorry.”

Draco snapped his gaze back to his imbecile of a boyfriend and scowled. The stupid fuck. He stalked over to Harry, his hands clenched into fists. “If I have antlers, so help me, Potter, I will run you through with them.”

“I swear you look good.” Harry stumbled back when Draco took a swing at him. “I’m sorry! I lost my shit. I’m still not…”

“You’re not talking your way out of this one, scarhead.” Draco smacked his hands down on Harry’s shoulders. “I’ve been loyal to you. I’ve done everything in my power to protect you. Just because I have sex with others doesn’t mean I feel any different about you. You said it yourself; you knew how I would be around them. It’s who I am, Harry, and you need to… Stop fucking smiling!” Draco yelled and threw his hands up in exasperation.

Harry’s grin grew and he sank to his knees, his eyes never leaving Draco’s angry expression. “You look really good.” He swallowed hard when Draco snarled. “Really, really good. Gorgeous. Fuckable.”

“Are you listening to me?” Draco growled and rolled his eyes when Harry licked his lips and continued to stare up at him. It was ridiculous. He wasn’t even pulling him; Harry was just out of his fucking mind. The entire village had lost it and somehow he was the last sane person alive.

Draco’s tail tapped against his leg for a few silent moments as he contemplated. He planted his hands on his hips and glanced to his nude body to where his platinum silver hair now reached to his waist. He was covered from head to toe in thin, transparent scales and looked more white than anything proper should. He looked bizarre and wasn’t sure if he’d be able to transform back. Bizarre and, well, maybe a little gorgeous and fuckable if he were to go by Harry.

Draco’s nostrils flared when he glanced back and found Harry staring; his green eyes were dazed and that stupid grin was planted on his face. Fucking Potter.

“You want to touch me, Potter?” Draco smirked at the way Harry’s eyes lit up and slid over his nude, scaled body.

“I missed you so much, Draco. I just want to…”

“Too fucking bad,” Draco interrupted flatly, his fangs sharp in response to Harry’s dejected groan. Let the bastard suffer. He had a fucking tail because of his temper tantrum.

“I didn’t mean to do all of this,” Harry insisted. “There’s something fucked up in me and I just… I did a lot of fucked up shit, actually.” Harry sighed as his expression turned thoughtful. He scratched the back of his head and slowly got to his feet. “I just kind of lost it. I couldn’t find you anywhere. Dumbledore was being fucking obnoxious and…” Harry’s gaze trailed up Draco’s body and his breath caught. He took a step forward. “Shit, let me just…”

“No.” Draco raised his chin defiantly even as he twisted the power within him and pulled Harry with his call. He smiled internally as he watched the war move across Harry’s fierce features. Damn, the prat was gorgeous; erratic as a bull and fucking beautiful. “You’re too mean looking and puffy with all that muscle. I don’t like it.”

Harry scowled and glared at his dark hands. His expression softened as he looked up and met Draco’s eyes. “It’s still me. It’s always been me.” He unconsciously rubbed his chest as his gaze slid down Draco’s taut torso and settled on his jutting erection. “Damn it, Draco, it’ll be good. I’ll make it good until you’re begging for me. I want you so bad.”

“Don’t you dare come any closer.” Draco pressed his palm to Harry’s bare chest and fanned his fingers wide. Harry hissed when he scratched talons down his flesh. “I’ll make you regret it if you touch me.”

Harry groaned huskily and pushed into his hand. “You want me to touch you.”

“Idiot.” Draco dug his claws in deeper and Harry jerked and hissed. He seemed half drunk from the pain and licked his lips when their eyes met. Draco flushed; he felt wild the longer Harry’s green gaze tore through him. “You don’t know a fucking thing about me.”

“I know when you’re fucking with me, you damn tease,” Harry growled. Draco gasped when he was pulled against his chest, but turned his head before he could be kissed. Harry studied his face a silent moment, leaned down, and licked up Draco’s neck.

Draco bit back a moan as his knees went weak. Harry was hard muscle and roaring heat against him. “Seriously, I can’t stand all this puffy, mean looking… Oh. You have nice teeth.” Draco lolled his head back with a sigh as Harry nipped his neck possessively. “Really nice.”

“You’re mine.” Harry’s hands moved around Draco’s petite wings, slid down his back, and cupped his ass tightly. “You know you’re mine.” He rubbed Draco’s outer thigh, his grip rough as he pulled his leg up around his hip. Harry exhaled unsteadily as their erections ground together. “You are, Draco. I’ll show you.” He sucked open mouth kisses to throat as he retracted his claws and pressed two thick fingertips to his hole.

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to just… Oh. Fuck, yes.” Draco threw his head back as lube slick fingers pushed inside him. His lashes fluttered shut and he moaned. Harry dipped down to nip and lick up his sensitive throat as he pumped fingers in and out of Draco’s clenching passage in slow strokes. It was too much and not enough all at once. Draco grasped blindly for Harry’s hair and pulled him up into a kiss. Their lips crushed and fangs scraped desperately.

“That’s it. You taste so good, so right.” Harry groaned as his tongue delved into Draco’s moaning mouth. He couldn’t get enough as he suffocated, tasted and swallowed down every cry Draco made while he scissored fingers into his channel. “I’m going to fuck you hard and make you mine again.”

“I’m still yours. Always yours,” Draco mumbled. The world spun when Harry’s fingers rubbed his prostate with every confident thrust. Harry’s pants were shred in Draco’s claws as he climbed up his powerful form, wrapped arms around Harry’s neck, and hooked his legs around his hips. His mouth again descended to Harry’s, their lips wet as they nipped and sucked and met. “Missed you. Thought I lost you. Thought you died,” Draco gasped between kisses.

“I have you, beautiful.” Harry found Draco’s mouth again and kissed him desperately. “I’m never going to leave you again. Tell me you love me,” he whispered hoarsely.

“I love you, you giant, muscle-bound idiot.” Draco kissed along Harry’s nose, over his eyebrow and teased his tongue into the short hairs. “I’m always going to love you.” He broke off with a groan when a third finger joined Harry’s two and he breached him with maddeningly slow, relentless strokes. “Harry, please. I can’t wait.” Sweat dripped from Draco’s feathery hair as he gasped and bit the soft skin below Harry’s ear.

“Yeah. Yeah, just…” Harry knelt unsteadily and groaned as his erection rocked against Draco’s thigh. “Fuck, I need you to promise me.”

“What?” Draco exhaled heavily as he trailed slick wet over Harry’s throat. He licked down to his broad shoulders and nipped the tight flesh sharply.

“You’re mine.” A new edge crept into Harry’s voice. “Promise me you’re only mine.”

Draco ran claws down his back between his large, dark wings and Harry’s breath came out in a hiss. “I’m only going to say this once, Potter, so you better fucking listen. You’re my mate, my love, my goddamn heart, but unless you can go a marathon with me every night, I’m going to be fucking these silver-haired men. Even if you can manage a marathon every night for me, I’m still going to be spreading for my pack because that’s what we do to bond. It is fucking amazing.”

Harry growled and pulled his head back so he could glare into Draco’s silver eyes. “You think I’m just going to stand back and let you be fucked by a village of gorgeous, battle-strong men?”

Draco snorted. “You think you have a right to ‘allow’ me anything? I’m not a toy who exists to entertain you. If you want to join in, you can, but only if you’re not a selfish, possessive prick about it.”

Harry scowled and narrowed his eyes. “Why the hell would I want to join in? Why the hell would I ever want to touch anyone but you? I love you; I’m always going to love you.”

Draco rolled his eyes, hardly impressed. “Look around you, Potter, or are you completely oblivious to all the people fucking because of my glow?”

Harry wasn’t completely oblivious but was trying very hard to block out the noises as he kept his eyes tight on Draco. It felt wrong to look at someone else when he was supposed to be with his mate. Draco had that damn challenging glint in his eye he could never back down from no matter what form it came in, and Harry forced himself to look. He flushed and his skin shaded darker as he let his eyes wander to the writhing joining of beautiful men.

It didn’t hurt that many of them looked like Draco, and made it damn hot to have them on the ground groping. The idea of one actually being his Draco disturbed him. Harry swallowed hard as his gaze fixed on a couple near by. A slender hipped young man shamelessly twisted on the ground while a larger man pushed thumbs deep into his hole. He bent down and tongue fucked the gasping shifter while he stretched him. “Hell.”

Okay, it might be really hot.

“You’ll get used to it,” Draco whispered in his ear as he tightened his thighs around Harry’s hips. “This is in our blood. Their scent, their magic and sex; we’re meant to respond. Share.”

Harry dragged his gaze back to Draco. He lowered him to the ground and hovered over his pale, sleek body. “I’m not sure,” he finally said as he stared into his eyes. “I can’t honestly say I won’t get upset.”

Draco sighed as he pulled Harry closer and ruffled fingers through his dark feathers. Damn, it felt good to have Harry’s hard body move with his, and their cocks rock together in growing rhythm. “We’ll talk about it. Each time, if that’s what it takes. I want you here, Harry. I want you with me, with my pack. I want you to love these people the way I do and I want you to help me protect them.”

Harry couldn’t remember Draco ever talking about anyone the way he was the Vesper. “What happened to you out here?” Harry asked as he read what looked like tears of desperation and hope in Draco’s gleaming eyes.

Draco smiled crookedly as he kissed the corner of Harry’s mouth. “I found my home, our home. These people are my family, and as long as you don’t go squishing them when you’re in a mood, they can be your family too.”

Harry bit his lower lip as his eyes roamed to the strange buildings, odd, colorful awning high above, and again the shimmering Vesper shifters as they moaned on the ground. Draco grabbed his chin and forced his gaze to the side where two handsome men were working together to make another beg to come.

“You should do that to me.” Draco rolled beneath Harry’s weight and pushed back against his large erection. “But don’t be so nice about it, hmm?”

Harry’s gaze slid to the way Draco’s waist dipped and then swelled to his firm ass; his slender tail made the curve look even sexier. He’d try his best. He wasn’t sure how he was going to feel about Draco being with others when it actually happened, but it clearly meant something to him. He’d have to figure it out.

“Oh, Harry,” Draco gasped when Harry completely ignored his suggestion to instead thrust his tongue deep inside his entrance. His lips sucked his hole and the sensitive flesh around as he soaked him with his juices. “Fuck, don’t tease.” Draco needed so much more than just Harry’s obscene, tormenting tongue. He hadn’t seen him in nearly a week, and he needed to feel him inside. He needed to know he was real and just as wildly in love as before.

“Beg me,” Harry demanded. A hint of a smile was in his voice even as he teased his tongue along Draco’s rim and his hand moved between his thighs to spread him wide and squeeze the firm flesh.

Draco snorted and grinned fiercely. “Potter, fuck me, or I’ll have someone else…” He didn’t get to finish the threat. Harry growled, pulled him down to the ground, and the head of his cock pressed tight to Draco’s hole. Fuck, he was easy to wind up. If only Harry realized how much he preferred his hands, his tongue, his cock, and his amazing love to all the other Vesper. Draco wouldn’t give up his new home for Harry, but he’d cry a river if he lost him.

“Oh… Oh, fuck. Harry. Yes.”

“Listen to yourself,” Harry groaned. He slowly pushed inside, wanting to draw it out and make Draco remember just how good it was to have him inside. “You moan like a whore. A loud, totally horny porn star.”

Draco wasn’t too surprised; Harry was hung like a huge dicked porn star and there was really only one way to take something that big. Loudly. “Fuck. Oh, fuck, that’s it, Harry.” Draco cried out in surprise when Harry grabbed his hips, pulled him up to his knees, and speared him onto his cock. His senses reeled as his body opened to Harry’s thickness and he was stretched wide and unbearably full with each small thrust sinking into him.

“I forgot.” Harry’s eyes widened in surprise as Draco’s passage clenched tight around him. “The last time…”

“Yes.” Draco trembled as he pushed back and urged Harry deeper. It hadn’t been like this with the Vesper, this need to bury Harry impossibly deep and keep him inside.

“You keep—oh, fuck—holding me in,” Harry whispered. He surged forward with a hard thrust and slammed in as far as he could go.

Draco moaned at the words. It felt too good, too fucking perfect. His entire body roared fire when Harry hit something deep inside. It was almost like he grew a second prostate just for him. “Again,” he choked out. Draco’s fingers clawed into the dirt, arms strained, and sweat slid down his skin to drip dark drops into the dusty ground. “Oh, fuck. Fuck,” he mumbled weakly. Harry thrust shallowly but forcefully, and his large hands pulled Draco back with each relentless shove forward.

“You’re tight. Glowing and tight.” Harry growled fiercely and barely avoided a face full of feathers when he pushed Draco’s shoulders down to the ground. Draco moaned, ecstatic Harry didn’t hold back as he crashed into him and took him how he needed to be taken. Harry didn’t hesitate to fill him the way they both loved with hard, long strokes of his thick length.

Cry after cry fell from Draco’s gasping mouth, his chin resting on his arms with ass high in the air. Harry was relentless as he drove into him demandingly, determined to brand himself deep into Draco until there would never be a question of who he belonged to. He would do it as many times as he needed to, every night to remind Draco why he wanted him and show just how damn good they were together.

“Draco!” Harry gasped as his silvery tail wrapped around his waist and pulled him forward and he jarred face first into Draco’s wings. “What are you…? Oh, fuck. Fuck.” Harry closed his eyes and groaned. His arms shook as he wrapped them tight around Draco’s chest. He pushed forward into the passage clutching him, lost in every grasping, suffocating, desperate pull around his cock. “Yes. Fuck that’s it. Fucking it.”

Draco was lost. He was sensation and bright light as he moved with Harry’s shallow, grinding, and completely maddening thrusts. Their rhythm disappeared long minutes ago and left them to tremble and slam erratically. They didn’t care, too caught up in the feel, the sounds and the scent of each other. Draco came with a shout, his fingers clenched tight and hole even tighter. His cum pearled in long streams on the dusty ground beneath him. Silky strands of his hair were caught on Harry’s lips as he sank teeth into Draco’s throat. Harry groaned as his fangs drew blood and he filled Draco’s channel with his hot seed.

Draco sobbed and jerked from the teeth clamped into his flesh. He arched back and his passage milked every long spurt of cum Harry was willing to claim him with. Even though Harry was again growling about how he was his, Draco knew the truth. Harry was his. He was absolutely, completely consumed with him and Draco would never have to say a word or wave a wand to compel those feelings from him. Harry came home to him and he would stay.

New Freebies Of The Month! 💋

It’s my anniversary!

8 years now—and let me say what a fucking achievement that is. I started dating Brian 8 years ago during a time when my PTSD was out of control, my parents were recently dead, and I was just a few months out of pulling myself free of homelessness, a psych ward, and an ex girlfriend/borderline drug addict. I was quite clearly not looking for love. Love didn’t give a fuck; it never does.

Through our long term relationship, we both learned about a year in (once the honeymoon phase was over) that living for another person was going to kill us both. XD Seriously, don’t do this. I know it is so easy; we were young and everything around said to be a ‘couple was to compromise who you are.’ No. Fucking no. That’s a compromise on the ego, not a compromise about taking care of yourself and ignoring who you are, and too few people understand that. Your partner does not exist to complete you, complement you, share your interests, or hold your hand through life. They exist, you exist, and where you meet in the middle is fucking awesome but if you force the two of you to stay there 24-7, the rest of you will atrophy and die until that relationship is an ugly wound of bitterness and hate. Relationships are non-entities; don’t turn them into something bigger than the beings meeting and loving.

It took us a few years to figure that all out, and then I got sick. Four years of sick. Four years, to the point that I try not to call Brian my boyfriend lately because I still have it in my head that any kind of attachment to me while I was a sliver of my former self is just going to drag him into misery and illness. The last year of me regaining health has also been a very tentative year of renaming how we see each other. And it’s going to continue to be a slow process because some shit just doesn’t change over night. I watched 4 vibrant beings be consumed by illness and eventually die, and I am well aware from the outside it was what I looked like. Until I got that mold toxicity diagnosis and actually started to treat my severe allergies, we had no idea why all my other treatments weren’t working and it was just waiting to see when it was going to end. That is a lot of weight to put on the people who love me. Four years of that weight.

There are a lot of things in life we don’t get to choose, but we’re still around to experience. I have had the opportunity to watch an amazing man struggle, grow stronger, and find himself while the world shakes around us. His resilient spirit and easy laugh has made the overwhelming bearable, even though I fear he sacrificed too much of himself in his need to save me. It’s that thing we do where we live through others and ignore our own needs. I still have the greatest joy when I see the ones I love succeed and find peace with their inner demons. Even though I’m dedicated to growing and being the best person I can be, a part of that is so the people around me won’t suffer by being around the not so great me who shows up once in a while.

Puerto Rico

It’s going to be months before Puerto Rico has their electric grid up. Since Fema has been removing data of what’s happening from their own website, I thought I’d share the Puerto Rico website where you can get the stats on their situation and a way to donate. It’s actually pretty interesting to see their goals, priority being clean water. It’s really easy to take that tap water for granted until you lose it and you’re dehydrating.

I feel like I’ve spent the last 6 months watching and growing used to Trump being a toddler. Every time he acts out, the consequences never seem to follow the way we fear. Puerto Rico isn’t the same, and I think it’s important to remind us all of that. Trump refusing to even look the German Chancellor in the eye like some petulant child even though she’s been called the leader of the free world won’t result in the possible devastation that can happen on one small island if they don’t get the help they need. It’s really easy to put our energy into our anger and outrage instead of into being constructive. It’s human nature, like mob mentality. It’s easy to feed the reaction to the outrageous instead of doing something about it. We’re better than that, but it takes waking up to realize it. If I donated a nickel for every time I said something bad about Trump, well, I’d be broke, that’s for sure. XD

So, if you’re wondering how to channel your rage after seeing Trump go down to Puerto Rico, have himself a self-congratulatory circle jerk, and then leave four hours later, I suggest donating. You’ll feel like you’re doing something instead of stewing in bitterness and misery.

Website stuff

Freebie of the Month is The Autumn Prince! I’ve added Liem’s story from Demon Bonded #9 in there too (which reminds me I haven’t updated the ARC site yet. @[email protected] So much stuff to remember. I need to start writing things down.) Hellcat has started. Subscribers can read as I write it up on the website. My goals are to get Intangible and Hellcat finished this month and hopefully republish City Howls so I can write the next episode.

Oh, Demencious Saga is published, so for those who don’t want to shell out for the first 4 episodes of Demon Bonded, you can get the bundle for cheap, basically 1/2 the price. I want to keep my focus on Hellcat and get that fic out by Halloween, so I don’t expect to have Apprentice Saga republished (it’s all about making a cover) until the beginning of September. Sorry for the delay, just, I can only juggle so much.

Don’t miss the books below. I hope you all have an amazing weekend. I’m going to be spending mine with Brian being a total nerd and loving it. <3

Demencious Saga by Sadie Sins

This book contains episodes #1-4 from Demon Bonded, titled ‘Something Waiting In The Dark,’ ‘Breathing Under The Bed,’ ‘The Killer Wardrobe,’ and ‘Magnificent Night,’ and includes the bonus episode, ‘Far From Home.’ Previously published from 2015-1016, these episodes have been reedited and republished.

Demencious Saga is the first saga in the mm erotic world of Demon Bonded. This serial is a fun, suspenseful play on monster collecting and male harems. Expect demon bonding, master/slave relationships of mild and abusive nature, multiple partners, magical powers, learning how to be a sorcerer, and conflict with crueler demon masters.

 

College Omega’s Secret Baby by Dex Bass

Alpha professor Alan Archer is king of his world, until a winsome nineteen-year-old omega freshman upends his confidence. Nobody talked to Professor Archer like that before. And Professor Archer never thought he could be attracted to a student. But freshman omega Os is so different from all the other students.

Os came to college to get away from the stigma of being an omega. Nobody knows how unsure of himself he used to be. Nowadays, he’s owning being an omega. Just barely, if his insecurities don’t eat him up.

Alan and Os’s professor-student love brings a pregnancy that has to be kept out of sight. Alan and Os manage college, busybodies, and all the travails of pregnancy, on their journey together to fatherhood and forever love.

College Omega’s Secret Baby is a non-shifter male pregnancy romance with a sweet college student, an arrogant professor, endless cuddling, a secret pregnancy, pink-nosed bunny slippers, an adorable baby girl, and a feel-good HEA.

Enemies With Benefits by Joanna Chambers and Annika Martin– Free

They’re dangerous men. Absolute enemies. And totally hot for each other.

Two years ago, the men in Will’s unit were killed in an ambush because they were betrayed. Now Will has a chance to go after the corrupt billionaire who sold them out.
One problem: the billionaire’s bodyguard. Nobody knows what he looks like; they only know him by the trail of bodies he leaves behind.

Will their passion destroy them both?

Kit’s a hardened assassin who’ll do what it takes to protect his boss. But when Will moves on the billionaire at an elite party, things with Will and Kit take an unexpected—steamy—twist.
Now Kit has to convince Will to walk away–from his quest for justice, and from the red-hot passion that’s spinning out of control.

Sorcerer Slayer S55

SCENE FIFTY-FIVE

“Fuck,” Fox muttered under his breath. “What the fuck are we dealing with here? Can he scent Wylie?” He huddled closer to Leo, Forest and Justin, their eyes glued on the three strangers standing between them and Raider. They were a strange assortment. Nothing about them matched except their clothing. That and the fact they were paranormals who all had a dangerous look to them like they wouldn’t hesitate to kill.

“Demon,” Justin whispered as he stared at the one who choked Raider. The wolf was in Justin’s eyes and was reading the air in a way no other being could. “Powerful. The tall one is a shifter, an ox. The other is definitely a magic user.”

“Strong?” Leo asked under his breath.

Justin breathed in deep and his eyes flashed amber for a moment. “Average.”

“Fuck.” Average was still deadly when it came to a sorcerer with enough skill. Fox looked at the three of them again, his mind whirling. Normally you could trust a shifter not to mess with another shifter; it was basic code unless they were was too fucked in the head to think straight. The ox shifter didn’t look crazy but he also didn’t look friendly. There was no way they could trust this guy not to turn on them, not with a sorcerer and some kind of demon calling the shots. And it was clear who was calling the shots.

The paranormal in front of Raider wasn’t more than six feet tall, his gray hair styled short and a little messy, his eyes a bland clear and skin somewhat sickly. He had no color to his lips or nipples, his complexion an unnatural gray even when standing in the cold winter air. Fox couldn’t see through his glamors, but he knew the guy wasn’t what he seemed. Justin was certain, able to scent the demonic magic from help of his inner wolf.

“We need to get Raider away from them,” Justin said tightly.

“No shit. But the stupid fuck’s not going to be able to open his hand to save his life,” Fox bit out harshly. He fell silent and all of them tensed when the gray man took a step toward them. As he walked, he dragged Raider behind him by the arm. Raider’s body was nearly limp as he scraped knees on the pavement and struggled to stay upright.

“Oh.” The man inhaled deep to scent them. His eyes gave an otherworldly violet glow as they fixed on Forest. “Oh, kitten.” His grin was wicked and full of sharp fangs when he smiled. “This day is getting better and better.”

“Fuck, why is he looking at me like that?” Forest took a hesitant step back when the strange man refused to look anywhere else.

The largest of the three stepped up beside the gray man. The shifter was larger than Leo, easily seven feet and then some. Even without the fangs and claws, his massive bulk and height made him intimidating. “He’s the right type. Hot, slender. I can scent the need on him from here.”

“He’s perfect. A slinky little tramp.” The gray man licked his fangs. “Seth, you agree?”

The silent sorcerer shrugged in reply and turned his gaze on Forest as well. His blue eyes were distant as they raked down his body like he was sizing up a piece of meat. “Yeah, he’s sexy enough.”

Fox furrowed his brows and looked from the three weirdos to where Leo and Forest were bristling. “Dude, are they hitting on you? Like, all of them? What would you call that, a foursome?”

Forest darted his glare Fox’s way a moment. “I think they’re talking about selling me into the sex trade,” he hissed in exasperation. “Stop thinking with your dick for five seconds.”

Fox tilted his head and ruffled his hair up in confusion. “They’re the ones thinking with their dicks. Who the fuck meets someone and starts talking like that?”

It only got more troubling when the ox shifter looked to Leo next. “He’s an alpha and still young. He could be trained to protect. Trained to kill.”

“Yes, I think the master will be interested in the lion as well. The others are disposable.” The gray man’s eyes fixed back on Forest, and did nothing to hide his interest. “Come here, kitten. Let me get a proper look at you.”

“Keep that freak away from me,” Forest whispered.

There was a breathlessness to his voice that made Fox dare to take his gaze off of the approaching threat for a moment. Forest’s eyes were dazed, lips parted and cheeks flushed. “What’s happening to you?”

“Scent,” Leo explained sharply. He stood at his tallest and stepped in front of Forest to create a wall between him and the others. “It’s feline based.” He glared at the smug looking gray man. “You’re a shifter.”

Something changed in the other’s colorless form for a moment. It was a pulse of light that faded almost as quickly as it started. The gray man’s eyes turned icy and lips twisted down in a grim frown. “You’re mistaken.”

Fox didn’t see what happened next, his mind still trying to process the odd light he was certain was magical in origin. He wasn’t even sure who cast the spell, just that in an instant, the world spun and everything changed. He slammed hard against the wall seven feet to the side. His back and skull throbbed in pain as he struggled to stand upright and see what happened. He found Leo and Justin beside him. Justin was bent over as he tried not to throw up.

When Fox looked to where they were moments ago, he saw Forest alone at the entrance way with his eyes wide in surprise. The gray man was feet from him, his head tilted and a predatory look on his face. Raider was hunched on the ground. His hand was still clinging to the gem but it was no longer attached to anything else. The other two men moved swiftly and flanked the gray man’s side so that they were a barrier between Forest and his pack.

“No way in fuck!” Leo roared once he regained his bearings. He pushed himself off the wall but his sluggish movements betrayed the pain in his upper body. The brick where he hit the wall was crumbled from the force of the blow.

The ox shifter held his hands up and took a step forward, his gaze fixed on Leo. “You could have a job, man. A real job. Real money and a real pack who will follow you to the death.” He sneered at Fox and Justin, making it clear how he felt about shifters who didn’t follow an alpha. “They’re always looking for types like you. True alphas. Life gets so much better when you’re there willingly.”

Justin held his head as he straightened, blood wet on his forehead. His expression was pained and voice full of bitterness. “Aren’t you the fucking poster-child for Stockholm syndrome. They pay you to steal your own and sell them into slavery? Or is that just a perk for being a ‘true’ alpha?”

“Shut up, you pathetic, weak human.” The ox shifter flexed his muscles and his tanned face grew red with anger. “I’m talking to an alpha. You will never know what it’s like to be born a leader.”

Fox watched the exchange silently. They couldn’t tell Justin was a werewolf; they weren’t that fucking strong. He hunched down and edged slowly around the three. None of the talking mattered. No, Forest was shaking, and Raider was worse, too afraid to even get off the ground. This one, this gray man, whatever the fuck he was, was the threat. He didn’t look like any demon Fox had come across before but he sure didn’t smell like anything he could identify either.

Forest’s hands were shaking and he quickly crossed them over his chest, eyes fixed on the other’s polished boots as they kept approaching. He swallowed hard, his eyes looking anywhere but at the stranger as he stopped in front of him.

“Are you that afraid of me?” The gray man ducked down and peered into Forest’s face. “I won’t hurt you. I’m going to give you everything you want, pretty kitten.”

Forest turned his head away with a grimace. His breath came out in fast pants even as he glared. “You’re feline; I can smell it.” At the man’s silence he glanced his way and added, “I know you’re not human.”

“No, I never claimed that. But I’m not a shifter.” He reached for Forest’s face and his fingertips touched down to trace the length of his nose. “Do you like my scent?”

Forest held himself still as a thumb teased across his lips. He breathed out unsteadily and his eyes slit shut.

“I like yours.” The man stepped closer and his breath washed over Forest’s cheek. “You smell like desire. Hunger. Heat.”

“Don’t,” Forest groaned when his hand moved down his chest. He grabbed the man’s wrist but couldn’t find the strength to push him away. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Doing?” The gray man smirked.

“You’re scenting me. Marking me as yours.” Forest jolted as fingers stroked his chest. He snapped his eyes open, only to gasp to find beautiful periwinkle blue orbs staring into his. They were cat-like with dark slashes for pupils. His skin was a silvery blue-gray fuzz of soft fur. Dark markings accented his eyes and swept back to sharp elfin ears where the pattern blended into a long wave of multi-toned hair.

“Do you know me now, my little half cat?” He pushed forward and scented up the side of Forest’s neck while pulling him close. “Is this what you want? Do you want to come with me?”

“Stop it.” Raider was still on the ground in the cold slush and hard cobblestone. He forced his head up, his glare cutting through his daze. “Leave him alone.”

“Why?” When the man looked down at Raider, he was gray again, all color drained from his flesh. “He can answer for himself.”

“You’re casting a spell on him.” Raider struggled to his feet. His face was cloudy with anger and fear.

“Oh, am I?” The gray man grinned wickedly. He looked to where Leo was glaring at them and then turned back to Forest. His gaze lingered to where his hand was still caught in the other’s shaky grasp. “I think I prefer you, my pretty kitten. You could stay with me. A pet, just for me.”

Forest exhaled heavily. “I don’t…”

“I don’t want to share you,” he purred and combed fingers into Forest’s dark hair. “Not even with my master. You’re very sweet. Handsome. I bet you’re very sleek under your clothes.” When he stroked down his chest this time, Forest’s restraining hand slipped away. “Maybe you’ll even let me see.”

There was a terror in Forest’s eyes as he stared at the hand tugging at the buttons of his jacket. A fight between attraction and an understanding of being controlled was warring in his body. “Get off me.”

“You don’t want that. You want to be mine. I can feel it.”

“I don’t even know you,” Forest choked out. Fingers pressed to his lips and he struggled to keep from licking them.

“I’m Malek, sweet kitten,” he whispered against his cheek. “A being of unimaginable power. Long ago, you weak little shifters would have worshiped one like me. But, as I look at you… I think I would prefer to worship you. With my hands.” Forest sighed as hands engulfed his face and pulled him closer. His entire body slumped forward and eyes drifted shut. “With my tongue.” Malek licked out and teased his tongue over Forest’s lips. “With my seed.”

Justin whined as Forest was enchanted before their eyes. Leo touched a steadying hand to his shoulder before he stalked forward. The ox shifter blocked him with his bulk but Leo’s attention was on the one holding Forest. “Get away from him. He’s not your pet; none of us are.”

Malek glanced their way disinterestedly and kissed Forest’s cheek. “Unless you have the power to stop me, that is exactly all you are to me. Pets.” He gently turned Forest’s face like he was a doll, and touched their lips together. “A very pretty pet. One I want to keep in my room.”

Raider stumbled back when a snarl tore through the air. He thought it was Leo but when he looked, the giant lion shifter was silent, watching. Raider followed to where he was looking and tried not to flinch away at the sight. Justin’s expression was changed from afraid to ferocious, wild death.

“Get the fuck away from him!” Justin demanded.

“Shit, he’s a cursed.” The ox shifter no longer looked calm as he took large steps away from Justin.

Seth chuckled darkly as he watched the giant shifter back away. “Look at him; he’s a fucking kid. The poor little puppy got himself cursed by a big bad wolf.”

“It’s not funny, man,” Lawrence grumbled, his eyes wide as he stared unblinking at Justin’s deranged expression. “These things are psychos.”

“Oh, I know. You’re lucky you survived, kid.” Seth nodded at Justin, his eyes cold as he stared him down. “Bet you wish you hadn’t. I bet you wish that thing fucking killed you.” Justin’s growl grew louder and full of fury. The sorcerer’s expression was detached in the face of his elongating fangs. “You wanna die, little puppy? It’s a mercy killing, really. No cursed wants to live.”

Leo growled and towered over Justin defensively. “Justin, you need to run.”

“I’m going to eat them,” Justin snarled. “All of them.” His fangs distorted his voice, and an unholy fire lit his eyes.

Leo huffed in frustration. “You fucked up wolf, you’re not strong enough.”

“Holy shit.” Raider’s gaze jumped from Justin, who looked ready to kill, to the sorcerer, who looked just as ready to hex. He gripped his hair anxiously, a whimper caught in his throat. Justin surged forward, the ox shifter bristling and taking another step back. They were nearly on top of where Raider was standing and his nerves were taunt with indecision. He had to do something but he didn’t know what. The only thing he felt certain about was they were all going to end up dead once the fucked up gray man stop pawing Forest long enough to actual give the order.

Malek pulled from Forest to see what was happening. There was a crazed glint in the gray man’s eyes as he watched Justin snarl aggressively and pushed both sorcerer and ox shifter back. “Seth, are you suggesting we free this pathetic little cursed from his pained existence?”

“It’s a health hazard.” Seth stared dead-eyed as Justin snarled again. “Just a kindness, really.”

Fox strolled over and stood next to Justin and Leo. He cracked his knuckles and managed to look full of bravado even though he was short and scrawny compared to everyone else. “You stupid fuckers seriously think you’re touching any of us? You think we’re afraid of magic? You don’t even know what kind of magic we face every day.”

Fox boldly grabbed Forest by his arm and pulled him beside him. “You okay?” Fox kept his face straight ahead where Malek was glaring back challengingly.

Forest shook his head weakly. “No, I don’t… I don’t know.” He swallowed hard when he looked up and met Malek’s glowing eyes. “Get me out of here, Fox. Please. Before I don’t want to leave.”

Fox took a slow breath, eyes glued to the way Malek grinned smugly at the words. “Raider!” Without warning, he pushed Forest right into Raider’s shaking arms. “Watch him. Don’t let these fuckers near him, and get ready to run.”

Raider stared at him wide eyed for a frozen moment. How Fox could seem so fucking certain when the world felt like it was about to end was beyond him. It did something to him to see Fox’s familiar smirk even now and Raider stood steadier. His arms came up to clasp protectively on Forest’s hunched shoulders.

“Shit, will you look at this ballsy idiot. A little fox thinks he’s going to beat us?” Fox kept his gaze level as the three smirked to each other. Seth’s cold gaze didn’t change as he took in Fox’s thin arms. “I thought foxes were supposed to be smart, not suicidal.”

Lawrence shook his head and cracked his massive shoulders. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite so funny as they two little shits thinking they can take us on.”

Fox leaned into Leo, his voice pitched low. “These guys are going to fucking murder us, man.”

Leo grunted in agreement, his glare never leaving Malek. “Fucking Doe should be here. The one time he’s not screwing his boyfriend, he still not a fucking help.”

Fox blinked as he remembered something Wylie once told him. Theodore was keyed into some of the shifters, or at least to Wylie. But Master Theodore was all the way at the Academy, hundreds of miles away. Even if he could sense them, Fox doubted he’d be able to sense that far. “What do you want to do? I have no problem fighting, but I don’t know if we can actually keep them off of Forest if they go for him.”

Leo was uncertain of what to do even as his muscles flexed in anticipation. “They’ll make him wish he was dead,” he said roughly. His glare fixed on Malek, who grinned back with sharp fangs. “I know what they do to cat types, the sick fucks.” He swiveled his dark gaze to Raider, who was looking lost at them for direction as he kept Forest from swaying. “Get him the fuck out of here, Valdez.”

Fox watched as Raider hesitantly edged a step back toward the entrance to the alley. It was the only way in or out of the area unless you were using magic or could climb the walls. Hopefully, if they could keep the creeps busy, Raider and Forest would be able to escape.

Fox eyed Justin uncertainly when the werewolf gave another snarl. He was being taken over by his wolf and it was a mean fucking wolf. Fox would never want to cross it, and it always made Justin’s magic wicked when he was like this. Still, he was a wild card and there was no guarantee Justin wouldn’t lose it completely and turn on them once blood was spilled.

Leo was looking at him and Fox realized with a start that he was actually waiting on him for a plan. Seriously, what kind of plan did he have besides try not to die?

It wasn’t a bad plan, all things considered.

Fox spoke under his breath, knowing his friends would be able to hear. “If you go lion, I’ll stay human and start blowing shit up and defend with as much magic as I can. If anything, Michael might pick up on the magic being raised up.”

The idea of Michael possibly sensing them seemed to steady Leo a little. His muscles bulged from his neck to his calves and he crouched forward. “Okay.” He leaped forward, one moment human, the next a giant lion. He broke through the group and got behind the villains so he could be a barrier between Raider and Forest. Justin’s crazed howl echoed down the alley, followed swiftly by Leo’s roar.

Fox couldn’t stop his own laugh as he clenched his fists. He flashed his fangs right before he threw a punch at the coolly watching sorcerer. It connected directly, to Fox’s surprise. He pulled back and watched as Seth grabbed his face and blood streamed from his nose.

“Oh, you’re one of those dumb ass sorcerers,” Fox said with a growl. “You don’t think others fight back. You think power and intimidation is all it takes to win. I bet you’ve never even been bruised before.”

Seth hissed in pain around his hand streaked in crimson. With his other hand he reached into his coat pocket and drew a slender wand free. Fox stopped short to eye the magical instrument warily.

“Ha, you need a wand? Even I don’t need a fucking wand.” He realized staying still was a bad idea against a precision weapon and ducked low. Fox surged forward and slammed his hands onto the sorcerer’s chest. Seth went flying backward when Fox pushed with his magic. He nearly tumbled into Malek, who sidestepped gracefully. With a wave of Malek’s hand, Seth stopped his momentum abruptly. He floated in the air a moment before he recovered enough to step down onto the pavement.

“You surprising little idiots.” Malek glared at Fox and the way his hands were smoking from his spell. “Do you honestly think any of you are going to get away? I can hunt each of you down by your scent alone.”

“So you are a shifter. Some sort of cat.” Fox didn’t really care. Raider and Forest had gotten to the alley and all he needed to do was make sure these three freaks didn’t follow them.

Malek grinned fiercely. “You wish, mortal. When I kill you, I’ll show you my true form. Think of it as a gift for your bravery today.”

The words didn’t even have a chance to sink in before Fox reared back with a yelp. His left arm, side, and thigh flamed in searing pain. Fox stared down in shock as his jacket peeled away and blood started to seep through his clothes. He looked up dimly. Malek grinned and held his hand up. Magic tipped his fingers like glowing claws.

Fox licked his lips. Malek had only nicked him but he knew if he hadn’t been faster, it would have been his flesh peeling from his bones. This guy was definitely going to kill them if they didn’t kill him first.