Sheer Lust

People are rightly excited about the lovely cover of this book. I am so pleased to have a solo guy on the cover as you will know if you read my complaints elsewhere. Not that I find wet men as exciting as certain people. I like a bit of glisten more than a soaking. But I’m happy with this cover.

I’m less happy about the copy edits made to my story in this book. For some reason the authors never got galley proofs of Lust At First Bite. During the galley stage authors get to have a say (although not the final say) in any editorial changes. But this time the galley stage got missed, for some reason, which means it wasn’t until I got the book in my hands that I saw that every instance of the word ‘cunt’ had been changed to the cringey bad-erotica no-one-says-in-real-life ’sex’. Eurgh. And totally OOC for my viewpoint character.

I think not using the word cunt in stories about explicit sex is a bit lame – but I would have changed the word for something else if I had known it was a problem for Black Lace (this month). I really dislike the word ’sex’ used for genitalia. Mainly because people just don’t say that. (Maybe it is okay in a historical.) But even if they did, Blake, who is the viewpoint character in this story would never say anything as clumsy and non-direct. It might seem like a small thing, but it is really quite gutting to see your character’s dialogue and internal monologue trashed by lazy editing and the type of word choices I associate with the crasser end of erotica.

God, I’ve probably really offended anyone reading this who does use the word ’sex’ like that. Sorry. It is a blend of it being OOC and a personal dislike too, but I do have issues with the word just because it is used a lot in erotica and pretty much never IRL. I think too many erotica writers use it as crutch – and I don’t like seemingly like I am one of them.

So, to make me feel better, when you get your hands on a copy of Lust At First Bite (what is with that title – two puns?), which was out on Thursday, in UK and just in time for your Xmas gift vouchers in the US, please print out this page and stick the following cunty extracts into my story Left Hand Man – just so as I feel less like a crappy writer.

1. I knew I couldn’t give her the due pounding she would’ve enjoyed with a busted arm. But I still show her something, holding her legs apart with my body and using my mouth on her hot witch’s cunt until she’s writhing, pulling against the cuffs on her wrists. When I think she’s on the brink, I stop.

2. Oh god, you know, I love my faithless wife. Always will. And I do tell her I’ve never cheated except with a witch – and it doesn’t count with a witch – but, oh, no one, no one feels like Lilith. Nothing feels like a witch’s cunt desperate for your cock inside it.

I draw back. I just leave the tip of my dick inside her. Her cunt pulses begs like the hungry maw of a baby bird. ‘Say “please”. Say “please, Blake, fuck me”.’

‘I could rip your fucking arms off.’

‘You could say “please, Blake, fuck me”.’ I slide my cock up the ravine of her cunt and swirl the head on her swollen clit.

She meets my eye. ‘Please, Blake, fuck me.’

Down I go. Down and in.

‘Please, Blake, harder. Hard.’

I do as she asks. It feels amazing. I don’t know if it is the ecstasy of my painless working right arm, the way it feels baring my weight. But god. God!

‘Please, Blake. More, harder. Fuck me harder, please. Please!’

I fuck her and fuck her and each thrusts seems to make her yell out for more and make me harder inside her.

When I crest, she’s there too. She brings it. Crying out in chains and stockings. Her cunt pulses, slick, clenching around me.

3. Less than an hour in a vampire castle and I’m fucking an undead bitch. What the hell is wrong with me? Sure I’m missing my faithless vow-breaking wife, but it’s not like this is going to help. Course I shouldn’t be here. I don’t do vamps. But I’m full of drugs, right? It’s the drugs made me do this. I’m panting. She puts her hands on my chest, sliding under my sling and stroking my nipples hard. Her cunt works my cock like nothing I’ve ever felt and it’s then that I get an unexpected flash of clarity. She is way, way too good at this. Vampires don’t fuck like human’s do. Don’t fuck like this. She said so herself. They bite each other. So how did this one learn to fuck human men this well.  I think of her mouth – the way I’d felt like she must have sucked a million cocks…

There used to be a thing of vamps biting whores way back in the day. They were out alone at night. Easier. Weaker. Friendlier. People care less about them. Makes sense. Same reason serial killers often pick on them as victim of choice.  So now a lot of the female vamps you meet these days were whores when they were human. (So they have mouths for sucking twice over.) But even so, if I was ever getting fucked by a woman who was once a rich man’s favourite whore, a woman whose cunt he’d pay witches to protect…

‘Oh god,’ I say, ‘it’s you.’  She clenches around me hard enough to stop me thinking anything for a second.

Shit. Shit. I can’t fight the way she’s making my cock feel and the pills and her drug – whatever the fuck that actually was, god, why do I have this strange weakness to take unknown substances when I’m in pain?

She’s the fertile vamp. I can’t, won’t, mustn’t go over edge. But the wind is so strong…

‘I know who you are.’

She laughs and her cunt tightens again, drawing me still closer to doom.

One other rankle (I hope all that smut has cheered you through this posts general whinginess) is that I didn’t have Blake smoking in this story. And if you’ve read any of the other werewolf books you’ll know Blake smoking is very much part of any Blake scene. So if you could just pencil in a bit about that when you’ve finished pasting I’d be completely happy.

How not to rush to the rescue

I’m over on Lust Bites today making my last post. It’s an excerpt from The Silver Cage – the final book of The Silver Werewolves trilogy. In that excerpt we see what is happening to Alfie and Leon while they are imprisoned by The Divine Wolf.

Iris is of course rushing to rescue her furry Fido. Or she mostly is. She can’t help getting a little distracted here and there. Mostly by her memories

One night on a full moon sweep not far from here. They’d left Jude burying a hound’s body and chased another out into open country. Panting and screaming with exertion they’d eventually had to let it go.

They’d both thrown themselves on the ground to try and get their breath. And then Blake had been on top of her, flushed as sweat-sticky as she was.

‘It’s when you’re like this,’ he’d said through ragged breaths, ‘nothing in your mind but how much you want to kill, that I most want to be inside you. Feel that dirty heat and hate.’

Iris didn’t reply. She knew the lust burning into her from his eyes was reflected right back. She pulled her dark red combat fatigues down and shifted, opening her legs under Blake’s hard narrow hips.

Iris had moaned, thrust her hips up onto him, bringing him deeper, harder, home. She’d arched her back and rolled her head – showing her neck to him – and he’d dipped. He pushed his head into the well, pressed his tongue to her skin in the almost pitch dark and then pulled back, startled, ‘Fuck!’

‘What?’

‘Iris, you’re bleeding. Your neck.’

‘What? Well it must just be from the fight.’ Earlier that evening the hound Jude was now burying had sprung from the trees and slammed into Iris’s from behind, flooring her.

Blake was still inside Iris, He swirled his hips making her moan. ‘Claws or jaws, Iris?’ And then with a smooth soft motion, he drew his silver gun from his shoulder holster and held it to Iris’s temple.

Iris felt a vicious rush of fear like a shock wave. Her eyes were tight on Blake’s. The two of them had played all sorts of games with guns since then, put this had been the very first time Blake had held a gun to her head. It felt strangely normal.

‘Claws or jaws?’ Blake said again, fucking her now, harder than ever inside her.

Iris couldn’t speak. All she could feel was the gun on the side of her head and Blake’s cock inside her. Both steel-hard, invading. Blake came with a cry and then pushed his face back into the wound at her neck, slipping one hand between her legs and stroking her clit, keeping the gun tight in place with the other. After Iris had come he’d said, ‘Okay, I have some kit at Tobias’s his house that can test for lyc saliva in your wound. You’re not going to run, are you?’

‘Why would I run?’ Iris had said, staring up at his wild, hard face.

‘Because if it turns out that lyc bit you, I’ll have to shoot you.’

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Lust Bites II

So Black Lace is doing a collection of vampire erotica called Lust Bites II. My vampire novella Under her Skin – set in The Silver Werewolves world – features in the original Lust Bites (don’t get that confused with Lust Bites the Black Lace author blog – that’s far more bloodsucking crazy!)

But despite that story, I don’t really write vampires. Vampires feature in my world but I write werewolves. Alfie! Leon! Werewolves! Okay, so Darius Cole might be rather lovely, but I do I really have another vampire story in me?

Maybe if Blake turns vampire hunter.

But why would he? That is so not his thing. Someone would have to persuade him. And I can only think of one person who’d persuade Blake anything…

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.

Blake

Ignoring the pain in her shoulder, Iris arrived at the Institute and went to find Blake. His office door was open. She stopped in her tracks before she’d crossed an inch of fraying carpet.Blake was perched on the edge of his desk sucking on a grubby-looking roll-up. His attention as entirely focussed on Pepper and Aurelia, who were on the floor. Wrestling.

Pepper seemed to be coming off worst. Aurelia was mostly on top of her and had got her shin across Pepper’s windpipe.

‘The hair,’ Blake shouted, waving his cigarette, ‘use her hair.’

Pepper reached out and grabbed a handful of Aurelia’s long blonde tresses, making her yelp.

‘Uh,’ said Iris. Not quite sure of the right words.

Blake looked up. ‘Oh, hey, Iris. Just doing a bit of training.’

Iris frowned hard. ‘Training for what, exactly? Our own line of soft-core videos?’

What Witches Want

An excerpt from What Witches Want in the new Black Lace collection Love on the Dark Side.

Lilith squirmed. Blake knelt up astride her and had his trousers and underpants down in moments. Lilith saw his cock jutting out from under the hem of his shirt – bold and hard – as he moved towards her. And then his hand over her mouth was gone and she had enough of a moment to take one big breath before he grabbed and handful of her hair and forced his cock deep into her mouth.

Lilith gasped and struggled again, pulling at the tie holding her wrists, trying not to choke.

‘Take it,’ Blake grunted. ‘Come on, witch, suck my dick.’ His voice seemed to crack a little with the words. Lilith looked up at him looming over her. He grinned down and let go of her hair for a moment to yank his shirt off over his head.

Lilith saw his upper body for the first time then, compact, muscled and hard. There was something nasty about his physique. Something brutal.

‘Maybe after I come in your mouth I could find something to gag you with,’ Blake panted as he thrust mercilessly into her throat, bracing himself against the wall behind the headboard. ‘Your fancy underwear maybe? Then you’d really be helpless. Powerless. I could leave you here for as long as I wanted then. Days. How would you like that? Imagine what they’d say at work if I told them I had a witch for a prisoner, tied to the bed, just aching for another chance to suck my dick.’

Lilith moaned around the taut flesh filling her mouth. Blake tasted like oceans and dark places, like basements and fear. Blake tasted like a man who had stared at things that even a witch might turn away from. Masculine pride and arrogance, slugs and snails and puppy dog tails.

He sneered down at her. ‘I could just take your old magic vase of powers somewhere safe, witch. Far away. Make sure it never got broken. Put it in a vault somewhere.’

Lilith gasped and in that moment, as she broke the vacuum seal around his cock, he withdrew, and whispered. ‘Going to fuck you now, witch.’ He slid down her body, slipped her damp knickers out of the way and drove into her. Coasting on her wetness. His hands were gripping her taut, bound arms. His mouth now the thing keeping her quiet.

When he began to move – to fuck her as promised – it was hard and nasty. Harder than any man who valued his entrails should ever fuck a witch. Lilith squirmed under him. Desperate. ‘God,’ Blake said, breaking the kiss, ‘you are so fucking wet for me. You love this, don’t you? You love me inside you?’

‘Uh, yes.’

‘Fucking say it, witch.’

‘I love you inside me.’

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