Saturday, February 12, 2011

Storm in the City by S. Michael

Storm in the City

by S. Michael

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-596-9

Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires, Shapeshifters

Length: Novella

As a cat shifter and a vampire, Emerald and Armand fit together perfectly; their appetites and needs are well-matched. When they see the lonely looking man watching them from the apartment across the way, they can't help but show off for him, making love in as many delicious and kinky ways as they can to keep him intrigued.
Harry's been a little down and a lot lonely since Naomi left him. Maybe that's why he's been uncharacteristically watching the couple in the apartment across the way as they make love in their window. They're fascinating to him, and obviously aware that he's watching. Will he pick up the phone when the beautiful woman across the way writes her number on the glass?

Storm in the City

S. Michael

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Copyright ©2011 S. Michael

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"He's watching again, Armand." Em looked out the window of their flat, eyes trained across the way. The pretty little doctor was sitting, drinking, staring at them. Again. Armand came to her, hands heavy on her hips.

"Is he? He's fascinated by you, Emerald, sweet kit." They laughed together, moved together in the half-light. Her beloved monster was teasing. It was them, them together -- her curves, Armand's dark good looks, the games they played. That was the source of fascination. The air itself whispered that to her.

Their voyeur poured himself another drink and leaned closer to the window, eyes like lasers, like a touch. She looked up at her lover, smiled. "I have seen him, spread for us, hungry, begging."

"Who wouldn't want you? You're stunning, addictive."

"You're biased." She offered him her lips and he took them, tongue pushing in and demanding. His teeth threatened, but she wasn't worried, not at all. She was his.

She could feel their doctor -- she was already thinking of him as theirs -- watching, that visual touch taking in every kiss, every touch of Armand's fingers on her body. Armand's fingers cupped her breasts, tested their weight, then slid beneath her dress to touch and tug and tease her nipples.

When she opened her eyes, she could see their voyeur holding his breath as he watched. "Harder." Yesterday she'd found a plug, used it on Armand's body until his seed painted the wall. Today was her lover's turn to make her twist and need.

One of Armand's hands slid down her body, over her belly and to the curls above her mound. They rocked together, and she spread, need purring through her veins. "Yes, my love."

"Need you, Emerald. So badly. Need you to purr for me."

"Anything." Everything.

"Mmm. So many possibilities."

"Tease." She looked back out across the way. He wanted them. "What would he like to watch best?"

"He wants to watch me fucking you -- he wants to watch and pretend it's him."

She pulled up her long skirt in the back, showing Armand her bare ass, the ink there marking her as his. Eternally. Armand growled softly, fingers sliding over the flesh of her ass. Armand traced the stylized A, the edge of his nail teasing her skin.

"All mine." Armand leaned over her and rubbed their cheeks together. "He's lucky I'm willing to share."

"He's lucky you're willing to take another one on."

Armand chuckled. "It's because you know how easy I am." He would do anything for her, and they both knew it.

"Yes. I know you. Stop teasing and touch me."

His fingers slid around her waist, stroking over her belly through the cloth of her dress. She slowly bent over, hands landing on the window box. She could feel the doctor's eyes on her, on her breasts. Armand's hands slid up, cupping them, thumbs rubbing across her nipples as the doctor watched. "Harder, please, love. He loves it. He watched yesterday, when I had the candle, the wax."

"He's going to have to stop watching sooner or later and come do us."

"We'll see. We'll play first, I think. Let him guess our secrets."

"We have secrets?" She could hear the laughter in Armand's voice.

"I do. You are an open book." They were secrets, she and her eternal lover.

"Mmm. My beautiful, magical jewel." Armand tilted her head back and kissed her, his mouth hot, tongue slick as it entered her mouth. His fingers slipped between her legs, into her folds, teasing her clit and the tiny, smooth ring piercing it. "Should I undress you, kitten? Let him see what we're doing, or make him guess what's happening beneath the dress?"

"Make him guess. Make him wait."

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