Fallen Angel by Katy Hunter
Book 2 in the Half Blood series
Word Count: 17,268
Book Length: NOVELLA
Pages: 83
Heat Rating: Sizzling
Genres:
ANGELS AND DEMONS
BONDAGE AND BDSM
CONTEMPORARY
EROTIC ROMANCE
MÉNAGE AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS
PARANORMAL
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Book Description
We all have our demons, but some women have a warlock and an angel too…
Cal’s really not having a good day.
She convinced her lovers, Travis and Max, to leave their safe house in Montana and fly over to Budapest to save someone, but it was a trap.
And her relationships haven’t exactly been harmonious since Max found a new lover and Travis got a little too hot and heavy in the bedroom.
Now she’s tied up, she’s only got a handsome, weakened angel for company and she needs all her energy to defeat Seth Shaw once again.
Can Cal summon her lovers, escape from her binds and fix her love life before she comes face to face with her nemesis—or has this angel fallen for good?
Reader advisory: This book contains scenes of violence.
Excerpt
I squirmed as Max traced the feather across my chest, brushing it between my trussed-up breasts and down to my crotch. He stopped short of my pubic area, apparently deciding instead to skip the interesting bit and trail it up my inner thigh instead.
Cheeky bastard.
I couldn’t see it, my head down, my hands bound, but he had to have that satisfied smirk on his face—the one that said he was in charge.
Damn it and him. I hated it, but I loved it too—playing, teasing, longing. It was what kept our love life from tipping over into domestic boredom. I knew that. I knew why we’d set up the damn swing in the first place.
It’d be worth it. Of course it would. The man was a maestro. But, God, the frustration was killing me. I needed to come.
I closed my eyes, concentrated hard on Max’s body and zeroed in on his dick, already hard and ready for me. I swirled my tongue around my mouth, opened my lips…
“What the fu…Cal? When did you learn to do that?”
“I’ve been practicing,” I replied, losing my concentration for a second.
“Well, stop. It’s weird. Hot, but weird. Damn.”
I let out a throaty giggle. “Stop teasing me then.”
“That’s half the fun,” he murmured, slowing it right down.
I inhaled, taking in as much of him as my astrally projected mouth could manage.
“Okay, okay. Damn, you’re going to make me come, and I haven’t even started yet.”
The crank clicked, tick, tick, tick, as he lowered me down to his level. The feather gone, and I felt the soft touch of his favorite flogger circling my butt.
“Spanking?”
“Well, you don’t seem to want to behave today.”
A shot of adrenaline ran up my body simply at the idea of it. It wouldn’t hurt, not hurt hurt.
Max had gone soft since the three of us had moved there and fallen more in love. The days of using my safeword were gone. Ever since the incident where Travis and I had nearly died, Max had become wary of our pain. It no longer brought him joy—not in that way.
He gripped my thigh with one hand, swung my prostate body toward him and rested just the very tip of his cock against my core. The warm sensation of his tongue swirled around my clit.
“How…?”
He paused. “Two can play at your game,” he whispered, licking his lips and getting back to what he was best at.
Slowly, sweetly, he sucked and nibbled at me, entering me as I warmed for him. The ends of the flogger brushed across my butt as he filled me. Tickling… Caressing…
I let out a gasp as he thrust into me, propelling me forward, only to swing me back onto him. The flogger slapped down onto my cheek, the sting bursting through my body. “Yes!”
“Quiet,” he whispered once again, the individual strands of leather tracing their way up my spine.
I writhed underneath him, fighting against the restraints at my wrists, desperate to touch him, to feel his hard, smooth body as he pummeled into me, bringing me closer and closer.
“Please,” I begged, desperate for release. Once again, the sensation of his tongue hit my clit…frenzied, slapdash.
My ass cheeks stung as he thwacked them once again—one side, then the other, then the first again. I threw my head back and came on his cock as he filled me, clenching tightly as I trembled and shook beneath him.
“Fuck, Cal.” The flogger clattered to the ground as he grasped the chains, holding me to him, his legs giving way. I would never tire of the thrill of bringing this strong, confident man to his knees.
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Katherine E Hunt
Katy Hunter lives on a mountain in France with her husband, kids and two dogs.
When she's not writing you can find her curled up in front of the fire, book in one hand and a glass of chardonnay in the other.
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