Carnal 2 Collection by Kate Hill

Carnal 2 (Collection)

by Kate Hill Cover art: Karen Fox

ISBN: 978-1-60521-543-3

Genre(s): Paranormal, Action Adventure/ Suspense

Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves, BBW

Series: Carnal

Length: Collection

Page Count: 201

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Blurb:

In a world where vampires and werewolves rule, danger and passion abound.
Carnal Temptation: Two common wolves and a vampire of royal blood overcome social barriers that threaten their newfound love.
Carnal Inheritance: A young vampire struggling to make ends meet inherits her father's fortune -- and two sexy wolf managers who turn out to be more than business advisers.
Carnal Interlude: The troubled new leader of a wolf pack finds help and love with a happily married vampire couple.
Carnal Obsession: A vampire tribal leader and two wolf guards burn all boundaries between wolves and vampires.
Publisher’s Note: Please note that not all genres and themes apply to the entire collection. Excerpt:
Carnal 2 Collection
Kate Hill
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Excerpt from Carnal Obsession
Copyright ©2011 Kate Hill
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Felina loved their room. It was spacious yet cozy with a fireplace, thick carpeting and a little balcony overlooking the beach. As with the rest of the inn, she'd put much thought into decorating it. The heavy drapes that kept out the daylight were of a deep pink material and matched the handmade comforter on the oversized bed. The big bed had been Falken's idea and a necessity with his preference for very active lovemaking.
Felina stepped into the adjoining bathroom. After turning on the water in the large marble tub, she undressed and stood naked in front of the full-length, brass-rimmed mirror. She briefly admired her tall, curvy body then began brushing her long brown hair.
"Hey," Falken called, tapping on the door. "Mind if I share your bath?"
"Please do," she called.
He stepped in and growled softly, seductively. Slipping his arms around her, he kissed her ear and said, "You look gorgeous."
Felina smiled and placed her hands over his, tilting her head to the side and allowing him to more easily kiss and lick her neck.
"So do you," she said, guiding one of his hands down to her pubic mound. His fingers stroked through her thatch of hair and gently fondled her soft folds of flesh. "I've always had a thing for sea wolves."
He chuckled and used his sharp canine teeth to gently scrape her shoulder. "Glad to know I still turn you on now that the great Vampire Lover has graced us with his presence."
"Falken!" She reached up and teasingly slapped his face. "You know you've always turned me on. And you can't decide if you like Pax or not."
"Let's not talk about Pax," he growled, turned her in his arms and pulled her so close her breasts flattened against his chest. One of his hands cupped her bottom and squeezed. "There are more important things to do at the moment."
She looked up at him with her most seductive expression. "Such as?"
"This." Falken swept her into his arms, carried her to the tub and placed her in the water.
He quickly shed his clothes and joined her in the bath.
Falken sat with his back against the side of the tub and pulled her into his arms. He growled softly and felt his canine teeth elongate even more as he called upon his wolf nature. Felina also growled, the soft, sexual sound sending a rush of desire through him. His cock stirred and he nuzzled her shoulder and neck, scraping his teeth along her flesh. His skin tingled as his wolfish pelt sprang out. Felina also summoned her inner wolf. A glossy black coat covered her curvaceous body.
Cupping her breasts, Falken squeezed them and brushed his thumbs over the stiff, dark nipples that poked through her wolfish coat. They were covered in soft flesh and he used the hairless pads on his fingertips to pinch and stroke them. The very tips of his extended claws gently teased the sensitive buds and she gasped with pleasure. Falken knew exactly how she loved to be touched.
One of his hands caressed between her breasts and trailed down her stomach to cup her pubic mound. His heated palm massaged her, stirring her desire. When he dipped his fingers inside her, she was hot, slick and so ready for him.
Yet Falken didn't seem in the mood to hurry. He nipped her earlobe and licked her neck and shoulder with his velvety tongue. It felt wonderful, yet she also knew how good that tongue felt on other parts of her.
As if sensing what she wanted, Falken grasped her waist and repositioned her so that she straddled him in the water.
"Falken," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck and gazing into his eyes -- the eyes of a man she had known and loved all her life. She and Falken were and would always be part of each other. They knew each other better than anyone.
Since changing to their wolf forms, their faces had elongated slightly. She brushed her nose against his and kissed him, their teeth clicking and tongues stroking.
Her pelvis pressed against his stiff cock and she rocked against him, loving the sensation of their bodies rubbing against each other. Falken groaned and grasped handfuls of her hair, holding her face close to his as his tongue explored her mouth thoroughly, as if they were new to each other rather than old lovers.
She had expected their lust to fade over the years, but they still pleased each other as much as when they'd first met, perhaps more. Back then they had still been learning about one another. Now each knew exactly how the other liked to be touched, kissed, sucked and nipped.
While they feasted on each other with passionate kisses, Felina reached down and began stroking his cock beneath the warm water. He swelled even more in her grasp and she knew by the raggedness of his breathing that he was nearing the edge. She was also aroused almost beyond endurance. In the midst of pleasure she thought how interesting it would be to have Pax with them at this moment, maybe fucking her -- or Falken -- from behind.
The mental picture of Pax on his knees to Falken, sucking his cock, nearly sent her over the edge.
She quickly rose onto her knees and guided the tip of his cock to her pussy. Their gazes locked and her heart pounded at the lustful expression in his amber eyes. Slowly she lowered herself onto him.
Falken grasped her waist, his claws lightly scraping through her pelt. His hands slid around to her ass. He squeezed and stroked it, his finger running lightly along the indentation of her buttocks.
Filled with his thick, hard cock, Felina rocked upon him. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, its rhythm matching that of her greedily pumping hips.
Growls and groans of lust rumbled in his chest and she mewled in reply, her hands clutching his shoulders and stroking the steely muscles of his back.
As their passion grew, Falken's hips jerked upward. Water from the tub slapped against their straining bodies and she heard some of it drip onto the floor, but she didn't care. All that mattered at the moment was the wonderful orgasm that was about to overtake her.

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Carnal Collection by Kate Hill

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Carnal (Collection) by Kate Hill cover art by Sahara Kelly ISBN: 978-1-60521-445-0 Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Collections Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Bisexual and More, Vampires, Werewolves, BBW Series: Carnal Length: Collection

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Altah, Ruler of the Vampire Nation, must bond with her werewolf guardian to seal the pact between their races. The best warriors from each werewolf family do battle for the right to serve the woman who holds the greatest power in the world -- but no one, not even the Ruler of Vampires, can tame true alpha werewolves.
This collection contains the previously released novellas Carnal Surrender, Carnal Indulgence, Carnal Obedience, and Carnal Discipline.

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Carnal
Kate Hill
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Copyright ©2010 Kate Hill

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Altah's heart beat more wildly than the drums that accompanied the brutal fights underway in the courtyard of her palace. All afternoon the finest Werewolf warriors from families throughout the world had been tearing each other bloody with the hope of earning their place as her guardian.

The competition was an old custom. Altah considered it cruel and archaic, yet Werewolves more than any race clung to the past. They accepted technology only to keep their place in an ever-advancing world, yet they still hunted with tooth and claw. They procreated like wild beasts, without the careful scientific intervention that made Vampires superior to every other species on the planet.

In spite of their many faults, Wolves remained her people's closest allies and continued to serve them well. Now it was part of Altah's duty to see that the relations between Vampires and Wolves remained intact.

When her mother died two weeks ago, Altah had taken her place as Ruler of the Vampire Nation. Though not the most physically powerful species, Vampires' intelligence, wealth, and technological advancements made theirs the most powerful nation in the world. Like Werewolves, they lived for several centuries, yet unlike their canine cousins, Vampires required blood to fuel their regenerative powers.

Tradition stated that each Ruler accept a Werewolf guardian to remain by her side until death claimed one of them. Their bond, sealed through mating, was among the strongest in the world.

Vampire Rulers rarely married and created heirs through artificial insemination with selected donors to ensure an untainted bloodline. Though marriage between a Vampire Ruler and a Werewolf was not allowed, their relationship with their guardian often turned to love. Over the centuries, many feverish affairs had heated the palace's walls. Altah believed her mother's love for her Werewolf had hastened her death. When her guardian passed on, the old Ruler had followed less than a month later.

Altah had never understood the attraction. To her, Werewolves were arrogant, disrespectful and filthy. Sure they had a certain physical appeal and she wasn't exactly opposed to mating with her new guardian, whoever he might be, but to fall in love? The chances of Vampires giving up blood drinking were better.

Below, two pairs of Werewolves grunted, growled, and tore at each other with fangs and claws. Blood sprayed the white stone ground. A vast crowd filled the courtyard. Wealthy spectators, both Vampire and Werewolf, had the best seats on the colonnade. Poorer folk packed in as best they could along the walls while armed guards stood watch. Everyone booed and cheered throughout the fight.

Almost simultaneously, two of the Werewolves defeated their opponents, knocking them bleeding and unconscious to the ground. Altah stared with great interest at the winners, for these two would fight for a place at her side.

Both tall and well-formed, they were of similar height and weight. One was black-haired, the other blond and both had eyes of such vivid blue that Altah could see them clearly from her balcony. Both wore their beast shape for the fight. Though crude, the beast form was nevertheless intriguing. They stood on two legs, like men, but their naked bodies were covered with an animal-like pelt, one blond, the other black. Elongated ears, thick fangs and curved claws on their hands and feet completed their bestial features.

Once the defeated Wolves' bodies were dragged away, the referee -- a burly middle-aged Werewolf with a grayish-brown pelt -- signaled for the last fight to begin.

The two wolves didn't hesitate. They sprang at each other and their bodies locked with a slam that echoed through the courtyard. Their claws sank into each other's backs and dragged downward, leaving deep, bloody gashes from shoulders to buttocks. Savage fangs, far thicker than any Vampire's, ripped and gouged flesh.

Frenzied, the Werewolves fought as if rabid, lasting longer than any match yet.

As the battle raged on, Altah's belly clenched, her fists squeezed so tightly her fingers ached. Surely if they continued this brutal fight they'd kill each other. The onlookers had fallen silent, so only the growls and ragged breathing of the Werewolves sounded in the courtyard. They broke apart, circling one another, their eyes tinged red from fury and exertion, yet neither looked ready to surrender. Again their bodies locked and crashed to the ground. The blond landed atop the black-haired Wolf. With a mighty heave, the black-haired one reversed their positions. They rolled along the pavement, their powerful limbs squeezing one another while they bit and clawed.

Altah wasn't sure how much time passed before their movements slowed. Though completely exhausted, neither was willing to give up. At a motion from the referee, several Wolf guards armed with rifles approached the two warriors. It took several moments for the guards to pry them apart. They stood, panting and growling, their faces masks of pure rage.

Torn between disgust and arousal, Altah stared at the Werewolves.

"My Lady."

She turned to a young female messenger standing beside her holding a sealed note atop a gold tray. Immediately she knew it was from one of the Wolf leaders, for they were among the few left in the world who still used handwritten messages. Annoyed at the interruption, Altah snatched the note, broke the seal, and read.

If she were the fainting kind, she would have hit the floor from sheer excitement laced with fear. The message, signed by the leaders of the two families who had sent the blond and black-haired Wolves, suggested that she accept both as her guardians.

Altah drew a deep breath and released it slowly, once again staring at the Wolves who were still restrained by the soldiers. As far as physical appeal, both were magnificent representations of their race. Yet their excessive strength and stubbornness made them even more dangerous than normal Werewolves. If she agreed to accept them, she must mate with both to seal the traditional pact between their kind and hers.

Altah picked up the gold pen resting on the tray and willed her hand to remain steady as she wrote her consent on the message and resealed it.

Her heart throbbing so hard she thought it might leap through her chest, she waited. Though only moments passed before the messenger approached the referee, to Altah it seemed like hours.

The burly Wolf broke the seal, read the message quickly, then announced in a deep, rumbling voice, "By royal decree, it has been decided that Altah, Ruler of the Vampire Nation, shall claim an unprecedented two guardians. The Werewolves Rex and Kyros will be bonded to her this night. The battle for dominance is officially over."

Murmurs swept throughout the crowd and the Wolves, Rex and Kyros, ceased struggling. Their expressions changed from anger to shock then back to anger again. They no longer glared at each other, but turned their fierce gazes to Altah.

In spite of the fear winding through her, Altah wore her most regal expression and held each of their gazes in turn. No one, particularly such savage beasts, would intimidate the Ruler of the Vampire Nation. They were born to serve her and she would see that they never forgot it.

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