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The Hollow: Soul Seekers by JC Wallace
Around eleven-forty five, Levi pulled into the parking lot located a short distance from Champlain Hall where Dr. Winston’s office was located. He was a little sweatier and a little shakier but he’d made it. Being back on the campus stirred feelings he hadn’t expected, least of them longing—longing to return to a semi-normal life, to live without the fear, to be a student who only cared about getting classes out of the way to have fun and freedom. Levi gripped the door handle firmly and entered Champlain Hall as if he belonged there, like any student, not a drop out.
The lecture was boring, and it was even harder to concentrate when Thorn’s gaze kept getting drawn to Kenneth. Kenneth somehow made it look good to sit in a lecture hall, his legs spread and his arms draped over the backs of the chairs next to him. He looked like an arrogant, lazy mage that the talentless always made fun of, but he was Thorn’s to discipline.
When the lecture ended, Thorn shook off his distraction. He had work to do on his project, and he couldn’t let Kenneth take up all his time. Kenneth was supposed to be the one focusing on self control, after all.
“There what?” Duncan demanded, not quite believing his ears.
“Yeah. 20% restoration. There’s a definite connection between Ryan and Ethan. Anne, Adrienne and I are trying to figure out what that is, but so far we haven’t nailed it down. My theory is that they are supposed to be together as a couple, but whether it’s in the present or the past, I can’t say. We’re gonna dig until we get some answers.” Liam was emphatic about finding the answers they so desperately needed.
“Did you forget that when Ryan brought Ethan and his brother to our time it set off the paradox alarm?”
To Touch the Sky: #8 by M.A. Church
He ignored his totem as Larry drove them to his home. He’d promised to help Larry’s oldest with the new bow. After that, he wanted nothing more than to be alone. He drove Larry home and spent the day with him and his family. He’d enjoyed it, but seeing how Larry and his wife interacted bothered him. The little touches, the familiarity, the closeness—it was maddening. Funny, it never had before. But now, it was like an irritating itch he couldn’t reach, and his temper was on a short lease. Again, that just wasn’t who he was.
Damn mate business.
Could you possibly be jealous?
Lost Inside: Chapter 38 by Cia Nordwell
Yuri couldn’t breathe. His stomach hurt, and his head throbbed. He dropped to his knees, blindly reaching for the floor. He gagged, stomach heaving. He didn’t… He couldn’t… Images flickered.
Peten ducking under his bed when his door slammed open.
His mother bowing to his father.
Hiding those magazines in the back of his closet—snorting at the irony, even at fifteen.
Seeing his mate for the first time in the midst of a boring merging meeting with the new Clan.
Joy. Pleasure. Pain.
Yuri’s stomach turned itself inside out, and he vomited. He yowled, his ears pinned to his
Rattletrap #14 by Tali Spencer
Jedd was so damn tired he should have just fallen asleep, but he couldn’t. His body was restless. Ussim lingered in his mind like a dream. Instead of being absent, the alien only seemed nearer. Jedd could not banish his skin’s memory of being touched, the penetrating heat, the soft brush of lips at his ear… he’d thought there might be a kiss.
Fuck, why remember that now? He’d wanted Ussim to try a kiss so he could reject it. Now as then, his cock stiffened and he pounded the mattress with his fist. He really wished his body wouldn’t do that.
Washed Right Out: Chapter Six by Sarah Hayes
And so Riley Paolini spent the rest of Wednesday and the following Thursday morning worrying about what fiendish, terrible scheme Samantha and Karen had in store for him. Whatever it was, it was bound to be weird, possibly humiliating to his body, and involving something extremely nerdy.
Wednesday night, between episodes of “House of Cards”, he’d called Karen and told her he’d spilled the beans to Samantha earlier that day. Luckily, Sam hadn’t been too cut up about the whole thing, especially after Karen offered her own apology for keeping the details a secret—in fact, Riley had to keep Karen from pulling out the complete details of exactly how she made it up to her girlfriend.
Don’t Look Back: Chapter 14 (3.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
They exited the dance floor and made the short trip to the back area in record time. There was a code of sorts that was used to determine the availability of the rooms. It was a simple system. Colored plastic cards were hung on the door knob—red, green, and purple. The one on top determined the occupancy of the room. Green meant no one was inside. Red meant ‘stop, the room’s in use’, while purple meant ‘yeah, someone’s in there, but company’s welcome’. That was for the more adventurous souls who enjoyed sex with more than one person at a time. Everyone was on their honor to use the cards, and there’d never been a problem with it so far.
They passed the first couple of doors which displayed red cards. Lee stopped in front of one that sported a purple tag and reached for the knob. Marshall let out an indignant whoop without thinking. Lee turned to face him with a shit-eating grin.
“Could someone possibly be jealous?”
Buried Treasure: Part 10 By Carol Pedroso
I woke the following evening to a feeling of comfort and a loud knocking on the door. I buried my face in my pillow and frowned,since when did a pillow have hair?
“I know you’re awake!”
I leapt out the bed and turned to see Craig laying there with an amused smile on his face. He held out a hand and waited till I took it before pulling me back into the bed. He settled me back against his chest and then called out “Come in.”
I tried to move as the door opened but
A Change of Scenery: Part 10 by Johayan
The drive out to Kykotsmovi from Flagstaff took longer than than the flight to Flagstaff. As they drove out to the center of the Hopi Government, Pahana stared out the window of the rental car as mile after mile of desert went by in a seemingly ever changing hills and arroyos. From time to time, a trail would shoot off towards the horizon. In the distance, the occasional glint of the high desert sun off of a vehicle or home would remind him that people still lived here. The only reassurance he felt was Symon’s hand resting on his knee.
“Get dressed, darlin’. I’m getting the door before the bastards break it down.” Steele’s voice had an edge to it Zane had never before heard.
That tone jump-started his brain and had him forcing open his uncooperative eyelids. Momentarily distracted, Zane watched the play of muscles in Steele’s back as his barefoot jean-clad lover hastily smoothed his hair back into a ponytail while striding out of the bedroom.
The shouts of “Police!” continued until Steele yelled, “I’m coming! Hold your fucking horses!”
That spurred Zane into action. Jumping out of bed . . .
It was obvious Cyan didn’t understand what Alex meant, but he didn’t press. He just gave an uncertain smile and nod, then turned to Aivah.
“I didn’t think you’d mind.” He leaned close and whispered. “The gay stuff, I mean. You’re sweet and lovely. Not like the other one.” He shuddered. “I couldn’t understand why you with the other one,” he said to Robin.
“Trust me, you’re not the only one,” Alex said, with a grin. “That was a hot topic of conversation for a long time.”