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The Following excerpt from CARNAL OBSESSION is for readers 18 and over.
Excerpt from Carnal Obsession by Kate Hill
(m/f/m Vampire, Werewolf)
Available from Changeling Press.Blurb:
Wolf guards Noble and Pascal have been assigned to serve the Vampire tribal leader Ceres. While they perform their duty with the utmost professionalism, they've lusted after their sexy mistress almost to the point of obsession.
Their fantasy finally comes true when they discover she feels the same way about them. The trio enter a heated affair that burns all boundaries between wolves and vampires, but what will they do when their romance causes problems for Ceres' tribe?
Excerpt:
"What the hell is going on in here?" roared a husky female voice.
Both wolves stopped fighting. Their bodies still entwined, they stared toward the door leading to the bathing chamber. Ceres stood there, surrounded by steam from the enormous heated pool, her smooth flesh beaded with moisture, her braided hair piled on top of her head. Irritation glistened in her eyes, but Pascal thought he detected something else as well. Arousal, perhaps? The thought of her lusting after them made his cock swell and ache and his pulse race.
He didn't doubt the scent of his lust filled the room, overshadowed only by that of Noble.
The black wolf moistened his lips, growled softly and disentangled himself from Pascal. They stood at attention.
"Have you both gone crazy?" Ceres demanded, glancing from one wolf to the other. Pascal didn't miss how her stiff nibbles strained against her pale pink towel.
"Forgive us, my lady," Noble said, bowing his head out of respect, though his eyes remained lifted and fixed on the tribal leader.
"We didn't mean to disturb you," Pascal added.
"Why were you fighting?"
"Just a little match to pass the time while waiting for you to finish your bath," Pascal explained.
The excuse sounded weak even to him and both Noble and Ceres cast him looks of disbelief.
"If that is the truth, which I doubt, then you should know enough to practice in the training hall or in your garden. Do you care to try for another excuse?"
"There is no excuse, my lady," Noble said quickly, before Pascal stuck his paw in his mouth once more. "And we assure you, it won't happen again."
Ceres' eyes narrowed and an amused smile tugged at her full lips. "Somehow I doubt that. Lady Altah warned me before I chose two personal guards instead of one that there would be rivalry, yet I hardly expected brawls in my private chamber."
Lady Altah, the leader of the Vampire Nation, had been the first Vampire Leader in history to appoint two guardians instead of one. Guardians were similar to tribal leaders' personal guards, but closer. Their pact was sealed through sex and the wolf guardians were among the most powerful males in the Vampire Nation.
Pascal wished for such closeness with Ceres, and he knew Noble dreamed of it, too, but it was unlikely. At least according to Noble. Pascal sometimes got the feeling their lady lusted after them as well. Or perhaps it was simply his imagination because he wished so much for it to be true.
Ceres stared at them in silence for several seconds, then said, "Follow me, please. There is something we must discuss and I might as well tell you while I'm finishing my bath."
Follow her to the bathing chamber. Pascal swallowed hard and his heart nearly leapt through his chest. Even Noble couldn't hide his surprise. His mouth opened but no sound came out. Then he shut it tightly, inhaled deeply and straightened his posture before following Ceres to the bathing chamber, Pascal at his heels. On the way, the wolves reverted back to their man form.
The spacious bathing chamber was made completely of black marble. Four dark green potted trees stood at each corner of the huge bath and the sides were rimmed with scented pillar candles. The flames cast muted reflections on the steamy water. A basket filled with soft red towels rested by the stairs leading into the bath. A delicate gold vanity table stood in front of a mirror rimmed with gold flowers and leaves.
The beauty of the room meant nothing to a wolf like Pascal. All he cared about was the stunning Vampiress who stood by the edge of the pool.
Without preamble, Ceres tugged off her towel and let it drop to the floor.
Pascal briefly stopped breathing at the sight of her. He stared at her luscious curves, this time not in a lifeless portrait, but in the flesh. At that moment Pascal forgot he was her guard. He was simply a wolf almost overcome by passion. His entire being seemed focused in his cock.
To his surprise, Ceres' gaze locked with his and she smiled slightly before turning her back and slowly descending the steps into the water. This gave him a perfect view of her firm, rounded ass. His heart raced as he imagined biting and nipping those gorgeous spheres, grasping and kneading them. His thoughts ran away with him completely and in his mind he saw her on all fours with him taking her from behind.
A sharp growl from Noble thrust him back to reality. The older wolf had already turned respectfully away from Ceres and motioned for Pascal to do the same.
Who did Noble think he was fooling? The scent of his desire was as strong as Pascal's. Ceres also carried the aroma of desire, but with Vampires it was difficult to judge their feelings. They were a promiscuous species. She could lust after her wolf guards' blood one moment and desire one of her political advisors the next.
Hesitantly, Pascal turned his back. Not because Noble told him to, but because Ceres was, after all, the tribal leader and deserved respect. Still, he couldn't help thinking that she might be flirting with them.
"You may turn around now," she said.
Pascal approached the pool where she lounged by the edge, the water barely covering her breasts. When she changed position slightly, he caught a glimpse of her beautiful, dark nipples before they once again disappeared beneath the surface.
Though Noble turned around, he remained standing where he was, his dark eyes blazing though his face looked harder than the marble around them. His long legs were braced slightly apart and even the loose-fitting black pants couldn't completely disguise the sizeable bulge of his cock.
"You wanted to talk to us, my lady?" Noble asked.
"Yes. A visitor will be arriving tomorrow. There is a possibility that Orien Laurence, the second son of leader Orsin of the Silvertree Tribe, will become the sire of my offspring. He will be staying with us for a time so that we can decide if we are compatible."
"Congratulations, my lady," Noble stated.
Pascal curled his lip. Could Noble possibly kiss ass any more? The very idea of another male sharing such intimacy with Ceres made Pascal's gut twist.
