US Release of Book 2 – The Silver Crown

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Here’s a little snippet of The Silver Crown, where Iris, Alfie and Blake get themselves trapped in a cellar.

Iris stood up fast and ran – insofar as it was possible to run in such a small space – at Blake. She really didn’t know if she was fuelled by lust or anger. Passion, perhaps. At this moment she was willing to give Alfie anything he wanted. Alfie’s forfeit. Even if what Alfie wanted was something as down and dirty as an accurate demonstration of how it was between her and Blake.

She twisted before impact and hit Blake with her shoulder, sending him back against the wall. She still didn’t know, even then, whether she was doing this out of anger or as an agreeable overture, but the next thing she knew, Blake was on the floor and she was on sitting on top of him, straddling his pelvis.

Iris looked down at him. She cocked her head. ‘Sometimes,’ she said, ‘I really don’t know what I ever saw in you.’

Blake shrugged. ‘Nor do I, really.’

Iris slipped down, let her body run along Blake’s until she was almost lying flat on top of him, she brought her face close to his and kissed him quite gently. It only felt weird for a second. ‘I’m actually sorry you’re going to die, Blake. I always thought you’d be the one that got away. Once Jude went I thought I’d be next. I thought you’d be the boy who lived.’

Blake laughed. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Iris’s hair, twisting his fingers tight. Then he flexed his hips and practically flipped his whole body up off the floor in a move Iris had no idea he could do. He turned the two of them over – almost in mid-air – and had Iris on her back on the floor.

He grinned down at her. ‘Don’t lose your edge now, Iris. Don’t let your guard down. Don’t go mistaking me for one of the good guys.’

Iris fought back. But Blake was so damn strong. He pinned her wrists in one hand – a move that always seemed natural with Alfie, but with the smaller more compact Blake it seemed wrong that she couldn’t break his iron grip on both wrists at once.

Iris didn’t have the same physical power Blake had. She had enough moves and balance tricks that his superior strength was hardly ever much of an advantage. But in a situation like this – when it was all about his grip and whether or not Iris could break it – Iris was looking like she didn’t have an escape route. Almost.

As she struggled Blake moved closer and licked her face. ‘Come on, baby,’ he whispered, ‘have you run out of moves already.’

Iris never ran out of moves. But in this situation she only had one. And she knew Blake would probably be anticipating it – but, really, that might not matter at all. She knew she couldn’t get her knee up hard enough or fast enough to be really debilitating, but a tap might be enough. She let her eyes flick to Alfie, slumped against the far wall watching them like he was watching TV. She looked at his crotch, wondering if he was hard. Then, when Blake let his gaze follow hers, she struck. She brought her knee up between their bodies and twisted it in Blake’s crotch. It was enough. Blake’s hand on her wrists loosened enough for her to pull free. She pushed down on Blake’s shoulders and scrambled wildly against the cellar floor, sliding her whole body out from under him. Then she sprang to her feet and got one foot on his chest as he rolled over. Iris wasn’t heavy, but she knew where to put her weight to crush the air out of him.

Iris was still smiling down into Blake’s face when she heard Alfie coming up behind her.

‘You want me to help you out there,’ he said to Blake, practically laughing.

‘I’m fine,’ Blake gasped and then Iris slid her boot up his chest and squeezed Blake’s neck. ‘Oh god, Iris,’ he gasped.

‘I’ll say it again,’ said Alfie, ‘you want some help there? You want me to tame her for you? You see that’s the difference between you and me, Blake. You can only best her – what? – about half the time. It’s not enough. A woman like Iris, she needs to be with someone who she knows can take her down every single time.’

Alfie took hold of Iris as he spoke, pulling her off Blake and twisting her around, rushing her across the room with her feet off the floor and slamming her up against the far wall. He drove his hot mouth onto hers. This was showtime. This was about demonstrating to Blake how he could take Iris apart. Iris was helpless in his arms, knowing she wasn’t going to have any choice in the matter.

He ripped her shirt open, covered her breasts with his hot damp breath. Licked her and bit her. Made her roll her head against the cellar wall. He used his fingers on her desperate nipples while he used his teeth to tease her jawline, working her three most desperate points at once. Turning her inside out. Turning into his property. When she started to collapse, to slide down the wall, his big thigh was between her legs to support her. He took her onto it, grinding once or twice into her hot twitching cunt and then helped her float to the floor.

He got between her legs, got her trousers off, got close. He slipped his wolf tongue inside her and Iris wasn’t even in the room anymore.

But then she felt and heard something that brought her back. Alfie lifted his head and then said, ‘Come on then. Come on, Blake.’

Then Alfie’s mouth was back covering her pussy. Hot and wet and too, too much. Her clit was so sensitive. She squirmed and cried out. But he held her thighs tight and said, ‘Come on, baby. I want you to come for me, right now.’

Iris shook her head no. ‘Too, uh, too soon.’

Alfie drew his tongue lightly across her ultra-sensitive clit again, pitching it just right. Just the tiniest fraction over the edge of too-much that made her feel helpless and out of control. Alfie was choosing whether she came or not. She didn’t have a say. Alfie whispered, ‘This is just the first one, baby.’ And he touched her clit again. Twisted his tongue. And her world exploded into pleasure…

…Hands were on her. Mostly Alfie’s but Blake too. She was on all fours. Alfie was behind her. His cock sliding inside her and making her ache and burn while she was still super sensitised. Blake was in front of her, one hand in her hair and the other jerking himself in front of her face. He brought her mouth to his cock and when she opened up and took it inside she thought this might be enough to make her come again. Just this. Just the fact she had Blake and Alfie inside her at once. Not the fact that it was a deep dark fantasy fulfilled, so much as it was so twisted and never-ever and forbidden.

She felt Alfie’s thumb glide over her oiled clit in a move so familiar it made her ache and want to cry out. Again. And then she was coming for the second time. Bigger than before – like the second ones often are. Arching over everything. Her arms gave way and her mouth lost contact with Blake’s cock as she collapsed onto the floor.

Alfie’s thumb was still on her clit as he withdrew. He moved it once and she screamed out. Too much. Alfie rolled her onto her back and replaced his thumb with his mouth again. Light hot breaths. Super-soft nothing-touch. Iris writhed. Blake moved in and kissed her.

Alfie’s tongue wasn’t on her clit anymore. Which was beyond sensitive – now just a throbbing sparkling piece of flesh so taut and hot if felt like a shard of glass. Alfie’s tongue was lower down, feeling almost as thick and satisfying as his cock as it plunged into her. Having Blake and Alfie’s tongues both inside her at once was possibly more overwhelming than having both their cocks. She wasn’t really kissing Blake back. Not really capable. More just writhing and moving underneath him as he thrust into her mouth.

Not long after that, she started to lose track. Alfie made her come at least once more with his tongue before he entered her again. Blake was lying next to her, kissing her and rolling her nipples with his fingers. He licked her ear. They swapped around. Blake licked her and fucked her. Alfie filled her mouth with his fingers, then his tongue, then his cock.

There had been many times in their relationship when Alfie had delighted in torturing Iris by making her wait. Teasing her to the very edge of her orgasm over and over, holding her there forever, on the edge of space – but this was different. This was like sensory overload. Too, too much. She didn’t feel like she was capable of coming again. But as Alfie moved inside her and used his fingers between their bodies to tantalise her, and again, she didn’t feel like she had a choice.

She whispered, ‘This is like torture.’

Blake laughed. A typically dark laugh that seemed to mean that she was right. She came again with Alfie’s fingers on her clit and Alfie’s cock inside her and Blake pinching both her nipples hard…

…When she opened her eyes again, Alfie was over her. Still inside her. Close to his own orgasm. He leant down and kissed her. He tasted of her, wet and dry all over his face. Blake was kneeling up behind Iris’s head, holding her by her hair. As Alfie thrust again, Blake leaned forward, caught the back of Alfie’s head and found Alfie’s mouth with his own, kissing him as he came inside Iris. Iris caught her breath as the image swum before her exhausted eyes.

Come Shots

On Lust Bites today, Olivia Knight is talking orgasms.

Here are a few come shots.

Here’s Alfie, wolfing out in Book 1: The Silver Collar, where he’s chained down for safety and his orgasms make him change into a wolf.

Leather felt something like flesh in his mouth. He pulled at the chains again, harder, bursting with the need to get free. To flex himself. To run and rip and bite and fight. He was coming and he was changing. He heard himself roar and at the same time saw the speed of Leon’s reflexes as he sprang backwards off the bed, pulling Pearl with him.

Here’s Alfie again in Book 2: The Silver Crown, coming and changing without restraints to protect Iris

Perhaps it was all the other stuff going on. Perhaps. As Alfie reached down and pushed his way inside Iris, he tried not to notice Blake watching them. He concentrated on taking his weight on his arms and trying to keep most of it off Iris’s back – Iris was strong for her size, but he was a big man. As he moved and let his body overtake, he started to lose most of his rational thought anyway. The wolf was coming. He was coming. The wolf was coming. So soon.

When Blake shouted, ‘Fuck, Iris! Fuck.’ Alfie, in his wolf-addled state thought Blake was urging him on, but then the door clanged as Blake slammed it open. Alfie felt Blake’s metal clipboard hit him in the face, but he was on the edge of the change then and it was just one sensation in the midst of many.

Finally, here’s Iris, melancholic with Blake in Book 3: The Silver Cage

Iris swallowed hard and drew her fingers over her clit. Spelling out her name again. I R I S – I N S T A S I – F O X – T A B E R N A C L E. She stared into Blake’s eyes, barely finishing the last letter of his last name as she started to come.

But this is my absolute favourite come shot. From Me, When I’m with You in H is for Hardcore ed Alison Tyler

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You don’t say anything. You lower yourself onto the floor. I don’t know quite how you manage it with your wrists cuffed. Maybe just sheer force of will. I look at your arse. Your hands curled in the small of your back. Your hips move. Start to pump. It’s just bare floorboards under you. You must be so sensitive. It must hurt, but the way you’re moaning suddenly, it must be working too. You’re fucking the floor and moaning like you’re inside a lover. Like you’re inside me.

Fast and frantic suddenly, you move like you’ve lost it. Maybe you think I might tell you to stop at any moment. Maybe I will. No. No, I won’t. I want to see you come like this. You must know that. If you thought about it you’d work that out.

Your head goes back and your pump your hips hard and roar and scream. God, that was quick. I’m disappointed. But then I think about what you’ve just done and I almost come myself. You just fucked the floor to get yourself off.

I can’t believe you just did that. I’ve never wanted you – anyone – so much my whole fucking life. I want to roll you over. I want to straddle your chest and rub my crotch against your hard nice abs until I come myself. I want to twist my fingers in your hair and pull your head up and make you look me in the eye. I want you to know that I just watched you do that. And that I got off hard on it. I want to get down on the floor and lick your come up myself and push it down your throat with my tongue. I want to hurt you and kiss you, write on you. I want to lock you in a cage and starve you. Sometimes I don’t know what I am or what you’ve made of me. I want to watch you dying. I want to stare at your mouth forever.

End of Days

I’m finishing the end of the last werebook today. It’s been a year. It’s the end of an era.

This book contains a flashback to Iris and Alfie’s first time. So here’s a tiny snippet from  the last book. No spoilers.

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Alfie lined himself up as Iris lay back down. He slid inside so easily. She was so wet, but even so, his cock was big enough to make her catch her breath. Alfie moved inside her. ‘Oh god, Iris. I’ve always wanted… Never knew… I’m in-fucking-love with you, Iris. It’s the wrong time to say it I know. Too soon, whilst fucking. Double wrong. But, oh god, it’s true. I just want this to be it. I just want forever. Uh. Oh god. Never want this to end.’

Iris clenched her muscles, hugging his cock. The waves of how he moved inside her were ripples of pleasure.

Alfie moaned as she moved. ‘Oh god. That feels amazing.’ He thrust a little harder then, making her moan in turn as he found spots inside her that made her see stars.

‘That’s like… explosions,’ Iris moaned, not caring whether or not she made real sense.

In return she gripped Alfie’s cock and twisted on it. Overwhelming him with sensation. Taking charge of him, or every part of him. He moaned, mouth open, head shaking as he began to come.

Iris whispered, ‘You’re not the only one who has fantasies about control.’

Lilith

Alfie followed Lilith down the scrunching gravel path. When they got inside the cover of the trees Alfie casually took off his shoes, shirt, jeans and underwear. He folded them all up in a neat little bundle and tucked it under some tree roots.

Lilith was staring at him. ‘You ever thought of modelling?’

Alfie squinted at her for a second, then bent to pick up the little canvas bag that contained the collar. ‘Not after what happened last time.’

Lilith eyed Alfie’s behind. ‘Shame. You should consider it. We don’t really do anything at the C and C, but some covens do a nice line in merchandise. Calendars, stuff like that. I can see you as werewolf hunk o’ the month. I think Mr April.’ Her tongue flicked over her lips. ‘You’d look good wet.’

Alfie shook his head.

‘Wuss. And do you need to be carrying that scrappy bag? It does ruin the whole kind of manslut image I wanted for you.’

‘I need the bag. Also, not a man.’

Leon

‘Yep,’ Leon said, striding in through the kitchen door with an armful of chocolate bars, ‘we’re all going to be good little weredogs. For daddy.’

‘Where’ve you been, man?’ Zac said.

‘”Sire”,’ Leon growled. ‘C’mon, Zac, you’ve got to do it properly. “Where have you been, sire?”‘

Alfie rolled his eyes as Zac parroted back, ‘Where have you been, sire?’

‘Newsagents up the road. I got these. Need the calories, don’t I. Lycan metabolism.’ He tipped the chocolates on to the table. ‘Also, I think daddy dearest is going to have to make me cub of the year.’

Alfie made a face. ‘What?’

‘Guess who I met while I was out? Only a cute nurse. Pearl, her name is. I told her all about you, well, all about your mangled eyeball, anyway; I’d have been there all day if I’d gone into full details about what a prize tit you are.’

Alfie snarled low, but didn’t react anymore than that.

Misty

Misty was standing at the open front door, dressed in a long black PVC raincoat. ‘Oh, Alfie, babe. I’m glad you’re still on the loose,’ she said, ‘could you give me a hand with the cage.’

Alfie nodded. He picked up the cage sitting in the hall and stepped out into the rain. His shirt was open a couple of buttons and, as he slid the cage on to the back seat, he noticed the taxi driver was looking at the collar. He couldn’t resist playing up to what he knew the guy was thinking.

As Misty came down the steps he said, ‘Have you got someone to help you with the cage at the other end, Mist-tress?’

Misty gave him a slight frown, ‘Ye-es?’

Trying not to smirk, Alfie dropped to his knees on the wet pavement and kissed the toes of Misty’s high-heeled boots. ‘Would you like me to lick the dungeon floor clean while you’re gone, Mistress?’

‘Oh, stop it, babe,’ Misty said, pulling her foot away and laughing.

‘Can I pleasure myself with a dildo after I’ve locked myself in the cage tonight, Mistress?’

‘Alfie! Not fucking funny.’

Alfie

Iris, kissing Iris. One time he’d taken her out in a punt. Pure Oxford tourist nonsense. But she’d looked so beautiful sitting there, while he powered the boat, by dipping the long pole into the water.

She’d said it had turned her on. Seeing him do that. Something about the pole. They’d found a place to moor the boat and just lain together kissing for hours. He missed kissing for hours. Kissing Iris for hours.

Oxford. Vix. He’d have to see her. He could sense her right now. Out there in the city. He’d been able to sense her since they got off the train at Oxford station.

He moved his palm against his cock a couple more times then forced himself to break off and take it a little slower. Iris. The punt. Pushing her T shirt up to her neck and biting her nipples. He ran his palm over his own hard chest once or twice. His hips thrust up into empty air and then the tease was almost too much. Fuck. Fuck! The wolf always did this too him.

Pinning Iris down in the bottom of the boat. Some water had splashed in from somewhere and they were both getting wet. He’d touched her through her jeans, made her buck just from that. They were so young then. Early twenties. Not a care.

He’d gone to fuck her and she’d said, ‘No. I want to see it. On me, not in me.’ And she’d touched herself while he did the same, coming over her little tits and making her moan – a little of it splattering over the side of the punt into the Thames.

Iris

Iris was noticing the gun far less than Alfie’s warm muscular chest pressed against her back or his big arm, tight around her waist.

‘Iris,’ he pressed his face into the angle of her neck and shoulder, licking the sensitive skin there. ‘You’re the one who wants it.’ He said against her spine.

‘Wants what?’ Iris’s voice cracked as she let her head fall back. Alfie buried his head tighter into her flesh and nipped at her skin. Then she was twirling around in his arms, he was pushing her back against a tree. He was kissing her again.

‘We have to be quick,’ he said, almost as part of the kiss. You can’t take the collar off me until afterwards and you have to take it off before…’

‘The moon’ll kill you,’ Iris said, talking into his hair as he moved down her body, his teeth and lips and tongue everywhere.

‘Yes,’ said Alfie. ‘So quick.’ He wrenched her trousers down, lifted her, used the tree for extra support and practically seemed to set her down on his cock.

Iris jerked. Too much, too soon. ‘Alfie!’

But Alfie’s hands were there on her clit. Those fingers again. Those fingers that had made her come so many times. He was supporting her with the tree, with the angle of his body. Her feet were off the floor. The hand that wasn’t jammed down between their bodies he brought up and touched her face. Then he pushed two of his big fingers into her mouth. Filling her there too. In. Out. Stopping her cries as her orgasm began to rush fast towards her. He held her then. Found her tipping point, her edge and held her on it, stilling his cock inside her, his thumb on her clit, his two big fingers fucking her mouth. Iris shuddered, waiting for her moment.