Inked 3: Mountain Men by Kate Hill

Inked 3: Mountain Men

by Kate Hill Cover art: Angela Knight

ISBN: 978-1-60521-485-6

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More

Series: Inked

Length: Novella

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Blurb:
You can be hot for more than one person, but love? I don't think so.
Lydia doesn't believe ménage à trois is possible, but her ideas are challenged when she is magically transported to another world where a gorgeous man emerges from a mountainside and carries her to his cave. They make passionate love, but afterward Lydia discovers they are in danger.
Kaelen and Jay entered a spiritual realm in a state of deep meditation. As the newly elected heads of their magical sect, they must learn to work together or end their joint leadership in a fight to the death. For years Kaelen has hidden his love for Jay by deflecting Jay's empathic powers, but that mistake may cost his life.
Despite his feelings for Kaelen, Jay can't trust him enough to share leadership. He thought their situation couldn't get any more complicated until a woman arrives who is destined to be their mate.
Can Lydia find a way to bring about peace or possibly see both lovers destroyed?
Excerpt:
Inked 3: Mountain Men


Kate Hill

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Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill

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Without the cover of rock, he was no longer a giant, but still tall -- at least six feet -- and if possible his body was even more beautiful with its glistening, lightly tanned skin. His rain-soaked brown hair clung to his head and he stared at her through gorgeous blue eyes narrowed against the storm.



He approached and she scooted backward. Before she had a chance to climb to her feet, he squatted near her.



"Don't be afraid," he said in a deep yet quiet voice while he quickly examined her knees.



"What... who are you?" she asked.



"Let's get out of this storm." He glanced skyward at the oversized bats. One dipped closer and he swatted it away.



Lydia covered her face, her lip curled in fear. Bats were cool from a distance --little bats -- but bats the size of defensive linemen, up close, freaked her out.



Bewildered by her sudden appearance here, in pain from her scraped knees and frightened of the giant bats, she didn't protest when tall, dark and divine lifted her in his arms and carried her toward the boulder. Now that he'd emerged, she noticed the entrance to a cave.



He carried her inside and placed her on a legless bed covered in red sheets. The inside of this cave took her completely by surprise. Nearby a lantern rested on top of a wooden trunk decorated with carved leaves. Though Spartan, the room was elegant and seemed to fit her rescuer.



"What's your name?" he asked, walking to the trunk and placing the lantern aside. He lifted the heavy wooden lid and removed a thick black towel and a leather bag.



"Lydia," she said, accepting the towel.



While she dried off, she couldn't keep from staring at him. Her body still tingled from his touch and she longed to be snug in his powerful arms again. He knelt in front of her, still dripping rainwater, and opened the leather bag. He removed a bottle of clear liquid and wad of gauze.



While he examined her scraped knees, she continued studying him. Thick lashes lowered over his big blue eyes as he poured antiseptic onto the gauze. His large hand cupped the back of her knee and he cleaned the injuries.



"Thanks," she murmured. Her mouth had gone dry and his touch made her feel weak and giddy.



She stared at the raindrops running down his broad chest. Muscles rippled in his arms as he worked.



"I don't think the cuts are very deep," he said.



"No. I'm okay." At least her knees were. The rest of her was in a state of sexual overload. Everything about him turned her on.



After gently cleaning and bandaging her knees, he rose to discard the bloody gauze and put away his medical kit.



Lydia stared at the sexy curve of his well-rounded ass.



He turned and she handed him the towel, which he scrubbed over his dark hair. Then he dried off his broad chest and well-muscled arms. When he ran the towel over his flat belly, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. His cock stirred and her heartbeat quickened.



She looked up and found him staring at her just as intently. His gaze traveled to the cleft between her breasts in the tight black bikini top.



"Other than the skinned knees, are you all right?" he asked, his voice a sexy purr.



"Yeah," she murmured, forcing herself to stand just to prove that her legs hadn't completely turned to jelly. The attraction between her and this man was irresistible.



Clearing her throat, she asked, "What's your name?"



"All right. I'll play along. I'm Kaelen." He flung the towel aside, stepped closer and wrapped an arm around her waist.



She considered resisting, but why should she? This was her dream, or hallucination or prelude to the afterlife, so why not enjoy it? His hard body felt so good pressed against her. He was warm and had a fresh, masculine scent that made her want to lean even closer, so she did. Raising herself slightly on her toes, she closed her eyes and inhaled along the side of his neck, then she touched her lips to the smooth flesh.



"You're beautiful," he said, his voice just above a whisper. "You're the one all right." While he spoke, he trailed his lips along her shoulder. He caressed her rounded hips and gently slid his hands up to stroke the sides of her breasts.



"Yeah," she breathed, soothed yet aroused by his touch. "I'm the one."



Why not? This was the best damn dream of her life. If this stud said she was the one, she wasn't about to argue. But just her luck she'd wake up before the best part.



He caressed her back then unfastened the clasp of her skimpy top. He slid it down her shoulders and she shrugged it off. Moaning softly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the sensation of his hard chest, lightly dusted with hair, pressing against her breasts.



Still kissing her shoulder and neck, he guided her to the bed. Pressing her onto her back, he covered her mouth in a kiss. It was so gentle at first. His firm, slightly moist lips caressed hers, then the tip of his tongue coaxed her lips apart -- not that it took much persuasion since she desperately wanted to taste him.



Their warm, wet tongues danced together, giving and receiving pleasure. Only in a dream could a first kiss be this perfect. While their tongues explored, their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Kaelen was masculine perfection -- tall and muscular but not overly bulky. He had a fantastic ass -- well rounded and rock-hard. His hair-roughened legs felt so good against her smooth ones.



Kaelen groaned and broke the kiss to whisper breathlessly, "I want you..."


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