Friday, August 08, 2008

Excerpt: Night Critters 3: Bad Fur Day by Lena Austin and Tuesday Richards

Night Critters: Bad Fur Day
by Lena Austin and Tuesday Richardscover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-974-3
Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Humor and Satire
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Night Critters
Length: Novella

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Never Annoy a Luck God.
Staci Thornburn is determined to get the interview with the new Chinese UNESCO Ambassador, but ends up insulting him instead. Ambassador Jiao Long is a Foo Dog-Dragon cross, and a little irritable, but the American female just got under his scales in more ways than one. He curses her with twenty-four hours of bad luck, but ends up causing more havoc than he ever imagined, and soon Staci’s rescuing him. It’s a good thing dragons are fireproof, because things are about to get hot in more ways than one.

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Copyright ©2008 Lena Austin & Tuesday Richards

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No plain old lip rub and then tongue tonsillectomy for him. He nibbled her bottom lip until it was as sensitive as her wet and swollen sex below.
The wetness he generated in her pussy had no effect on the fire he called up elsewhere. Staci wasn’t sure if she heard the carpet sizzle, or if that was her brain frying all its circuits.
Jiao’s left arm reached around to capture her and pull her tighter into his embrace. His right hand crept up her back until it reached the neckline of her tee shirt. With one savage pull, her shirt was a tattered rag on the floor. Her jeans fared no better.
Not that Staci cared one bit about the damn clothes, but what was grain for the goose fed the gander, too. She tugged on the remains of his tee shirt until his chest was exposed. Not that he wore much more than rags, anyway. The jeans and tee were fit only for the recycler. His huge cock lay between them like a barrier, and occasionally bumped her lower belly as if it were requesting entry.
Jiao’s right hand wound her braid around his fist until he bowed her head back away from his lips, exposing her jaw and neck to caressing kisses and nibbling bites. His draconic purr vibrated through her body all the way to her toes.
Staci gasped with pleasure when his lips made their progress to her breasts and rigid nipples. His left hand cupped her butt and lifted her up, and she arched her back to allow him greater access, hoping he’d impale her on that magnificent cock right where they stood.
Instead, Jiao carried her to a table laden with porcelain statues and objects d’art, including a huge stone statue at one end. She’d not been able to look around, and didn’t much care at the time. As soon as her weight rested on the edge, his left hand swept the ornaments to the floor. The thick carpeting prevented breakage, she hoped. At least she didn’t hear the crashes and tinkles of broken porcelain. Jiao muttered something in Chinese, and then switched to English. “Lay back, lovely lotus flower. Your wings will be safe this way. Stay, and anticipate.” He released her hair and stepped away, out of sight behind a big screen. A door opened and closed with a click.
Staci put her head back and felt a hard substance against her scalp. With both her hands, she reached up to feel what was behind her. Cold stone, carved in the shape of a dragon, she guessed.
Jaio returned and smiled. “Keep your hands on the statue, if you will. Grasp it tightly.” He held up an intricately painted porcelain jar. “You will wish for the support.”
Staci studied the jar, half of her panting with excitement at the mystery, and half of her wary. “Ancient Chinese Secret potion?”
He shook his head. “Do you consider spiced honey a secret potion?” He took a finger full of amber goo from the jar. “See? Honey.”
“Well, who could be scared of that? I always read dragons had a sweet tooth. Do Foo Dogs, too?” she batted her eyes and smiled to let him know she teased.
“Yes, we do. I will have a feast.” He swiped her right nipple and caressed his finger to her navel.
Grateful for the support of the dragon statue, Staci squirmed and burned with lust. Never before had she been treated like a pastry to be decorated before consumption. Not that she was complaining! She felt pretty and cherished, enough to be considered a treat. A moan escaped her mouth before she realized how hot and needy she was.
Jiao decorated her left nipple with another dollop, and attacked his work with hungry fierceness. He licked and suckled, purring in a deep rumble that shouldn’t have come from his human form’s throat. What Staci didn’t expect was for his honey-covered finger to caress her clit when he moved to repeat the procedure on the right.
Oh, man, she needed this. She couldn’t remember the last time a male had touched her with such caring attention to detail, waiting for her reaction to see if she liked what he did before moving on to greater things. Like, maybe never? Half the time, if she so much as looked interested, their pants were around their ankles.
Jiao poured a dribble of honey in her navel and took his time licking the nectar from the tiny cup of her “innie.” Her thoughts shredded like wind-torn clouds. Still, she managed to hang on to the cool stone dragon above her head like it was a lifeline to sanity. Maybe it was. Jiao’s mobile tongue flicked the last of the sticky treat. “Tell me if I do something you do not like.”
“I’m not sure I’d be coherent. You’re… oh, gawd.” Staci’s breath caught in her throat. He was decorating her inner thigh. “Is that writing you’re doing with the honey?”
Jiao swiped a line of honey before answering. His wide grin was mischievous. “Yes. Poetry to your beauty and the taste of your skin.” He nibbled just above her knee.
Staci bit back a moan of sheer delight. She could hear the brush-brush of her tail sweeping back and forth against the legs of the ornate table beneath her. There was something surreal about the perfumed air of Jiao’s apartment aerie, high above the city’s noise. If he didn’t get on with either eating her or fucking her or something –- anything but this slow, sensuous torture -- she’d rear up and turn the tables on him…
Jiao’s tongue swiped her clit. The mere flicker of his forked tongue electrified her whole body. The hiss of the table smoking and the strong scent of burning lacquer varnish made him pause and smile. “Losing control already?”

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