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Love Across Time: Chapter 40 by Jim Dunaway
I thought I knew everyone who worked for the TPC. I don’t recognize this man at all the head Magistrate thought. “Who are you and what is your business here?
Not knowing how to address the head Magistrate, Ethan thought better safe than sorry. “Your Honor, my name is Ethan Evans.” A low murmur broke out among those witnessing the proceedings. Everyone in the Timeline Preservation Commission knew that name, but few had ever met him.
“I am here to plead on behalf of Ryan Edwards,” he began.
“Your name is not unknown to us. You are from the past.”
Don’t Look Back #37 (7.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Hard and swift. Just the way Marshall wanted and needed their lovemaking to be.
He lost himself in Lee, in the short hard strokes with which he pounded him into sweet oblivion. Lee held Marshall’s legs in a firm grip, so Marshall took other matters into his own hands. He stroked his cock until he reached the precipice and then pushed himself over, crying Lee’s name as he came. Lee continued to push inside him until he too reached the point of no return and filled Marshall with his hot seed. Afterward, spent, they wound their arms around one another and cuddled as they caught their breath.
“Happy anniversary, Lee,” Marshall murmured, basking in the contented glow that stretched from one end of his body to the other.
In Enemy Hands – #5.1: by; M.A. Church
Varo froze, his hand still in the warm water. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted to try more, but Adlar’s words bounced around in his head. The other male had admitted he planned to seduce him.
The thought scared him but at the same time it thrilled him. And he was deathly afraid it wasn’t going to take too much, either, which disturbed him greatly. Adlar had showed him a bit of kindness, and here he was ready to roll over and show his belly.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
But he did, that was the problem.
Demon #2 by Nephy Hart
It was dark and cold—so cold. Always so cold. And silent, except for the screams he’d hear sometimes, coming from somewhere outside. It had been dark when they brought him here, and he’d been barely conscious, so he had precious little idea of what lay beyond the barred door. His chains wouldn’t let him look out, although he was pretty sure the door led outside, because he could smell the wind, and what light there was slanting through the bars followed the sun. Of course, there could have been another window, but he liked to think there was nothing but one door between himself and the sun he loved to feel on his back so much, and the moonlight he bathed in each moonrise.
If the stirring in his blood was anything to go by, the moon was dark tonight; if not, then soon. He’d lost all track of time in this awful place. He prayed the Dark Mother would forgive him for failing to honour her in the proper ways. He’d be resting in her arms soon enough. Of that, he had no doubt.
Kenneth paused outside the gate to the inventor’s college, the lack of Thorn’s nearness, made more obvious by the reduction in his magic, nearly physical painful. The last thing he wanted was to go to the stables and get Jade and ride back to the collegium. They were going to spend a week together, get his magic under control….things had been going so well.
It was George, Kenneth knew. The look in Thorn’s eyes when Kenneth had said his name was all the proof Kenneth needed. He tightened his fist, swallowing against rising anger and frustration. Without Thorn nearby, at least, there was no uncontrolled answer from the aether.
Mission Paused by Avery Dawes
Sid released his white-knuckled grip on the armrests and breathed a sigh of relief. Despite losing the main engine, they’d landed safely on Denza. However, Gareth’s spaceship would never be the same, and Sid felt like it was all his fault. Damn biometric reader that had started a chain of horrible events.
“You alive back there?” Gareth called, taxiing the craft into the shiny metallic hanger.
He paused before answering, not wanting his voice to betray his unease. “Of course, ya lunk. I had no doubt whatsoever of your piloting abilities.”
Nuzzie interrupted, clarifying, “Um, yeah, you did, Sid.
Fortitude: Part Twenty-one by Cia Nordwell
“Do you think the well-intentioned folly was Schvesla’s invention?” Teddy asked out of the blue. He straightened up and took a deep breath. “After all, he intended for it to help the city survive into the future, but it didn’t even work for his entire lifetime.”
Teddy had moved out of my arms when he came out of his fugue, and I missed his damp heat and the weight of his body against my chest. He began to pace a few steps back and forth in the alley. “It makes sense. But what’s the hubris of man?”
“Inventing his machine
Rattletrap #35 by Tali Spencer
Jedd licked long and sucked deep. He could not take all of Ussim’s cock; it was long and swallowing it still did not bring Jedd’s lips to its root. Battling his gag reflex, he used his throat muscles to draw and pull on the alien’s cock head buried deep within, and was rewarded by a succession of groans and utterances in a language he still did not understand.
For air and because he’d begun to gag in earnest, he pulled back and softly sucked and kissed Ussim’s swollen tip, finding it even more flared than before. The rigid rim, enticing and frilled, drew his devoted attention.
Let Me In: Chapter 9 by Carol Pedroso
Louis liked laying there with Cade, looking out over the lake he saw a rainbow starting to form and thought that nothing was more perfect than this moment.
When his memories tried to take over again he ruthlessly pushed them down.
He jumped when he Cade spoke into his mind, he would have to get used to hearing again.
“You know you shouldn’t suppress your emotions like that,” Cade said cryptically.
Louis looked down into Cade’s wolf face in shock.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Cade gave Louis a look that he could only describe as a begging puppy dog look.
The interior of Fursher’s seemed to have its inspiration in the seventies. Orange and green vinyl seats sat around small tables, while the wallpapers showed concentric circles and flowers in twirling colors. Jake followed Bruce until they settled in a secluded booth.
“You look a bit shocked. Everything okay, Jake?”
Jake couldn’t stop counting the flowers in various shades of purple mingled with yellow. He waved a hand at their surroundings. “This is…”
Bruce chuckled and suggested, “Really backward?”
“I was going to say it’s awful but yeah, backward probably fits too.”
A waitress appeared next to them, pad and menus in hand.