Mackinack was going to be dangerous. Deke wasn’t happy Captain didn’t take more people with him, but their argument seemed like something they said before and were saying again just to say it. I watched them but tried to make it subtle, so they wouldn’t know I was watching them.
“At least you’re going,” Deke grumbled. “He won’t let me go after last time.”
“What happened last time?” I asked. I took the new knife Deke handed over.
“This one doesn’t have a paralytic, by the way. It wasn’t a big deal. I just broke a few appendages off this
The Faery of Beacon Lake: Part 18 by Nephy Hart
The smell of bacon greeted them as they descended the stairs. The usual sounds of Aggie making breakfast soothed Owen. They were comfortingly family and just what Owen needed. It wasn’t that he regretted what he’d done, at least not at that moment, but it was a heck of an adjustment and he hadn’t quite made it yet. He needed grounding and Aggie was just the person for the job. She glanced up as they entered the kitchen.
“You need to go shopping,” she said shortly, then turned to poke at the bacon and sausages that hissed and spat in her big, cast iron pan.
“Sure. We’ll take a walk down to town after breakfast. What do you need?” Owen poured himself a coffee from the already boiled kettle.
“Not me. Your husband. He needs clothes.”
In Pieces #15 (5.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
Ryan had never heard a sound quite so glorious in his entire life. The single note was plaintive and yet intense. As Ben’s voice began to rise in tone, the sound flowed around him and through him. It seemed to penetrate into the depths of Ryan’s soul, to places that had been untouched for a very long time. He couldn’t explain the feeling, but neither did he attempt to fight it. Rather, he embraced it.
He couldn’t keep from staring at Ben as he sang. Ben’s eyes had closed, an expression of utter serenity suffusing his face. Ryan thought he looked almost like an angelic choir boy. Paradoxically, the single note was sensuous and enticing, producing an almost palpable ache inside of Ryan which was a far cry from angelic.
Bran turned and pushed Owen gently onto his back. “I want to see your button,” he said, then proceeded to stroke his long fingers across Owen’s stomach, dipping into his belly button. “I love it.”
Owen moaned when Bran replaced his fingers with his tongue and lapped gently at the dimple. He stroked Bran’s hair, fighting the temptation to push his head a little lower.
Here Kitty Kitty: Chapter 9.3 By Carol Pedroso
Elder Simon watched the cat shifter bristling with amusement. There was nothing he liked better than rubbing cats up the wrong way and then sitting back to watch the show. The cat really seemed to be attached to the vampling. Although, after hearing their story a bond between two adults caring for a family in danger wasn’t so unconceivable.
He was looking forward to meeting the child, Fran. For one so Young to have such power was rare, and he hadn’t seen anything like it in centuries. The last had been…no he didn’t want to go down that particular memory lane, at least, not until the information needed.
“What are you doing?” Captain finally looked down and seemed to realize that I was opening his uniform.
I tugged on the open edges of his jacket. “Come on.” I pulled him into the other room. The bunk was made—I had no idea when he found time to do that—but I was about to destroy the tightly tucked blankets. Gently, I pushed him down.
“Give us a minute,” I said to the crew member who looked up when the door started to whoosh shut. His eyebrows rose, but before he could say anything the door was closed.