Then Alpha’s nails sunk into his back, deep enough to break skin but not quite. Hot breath hovered over the nape of Skid’s neck and descended with a soul-satisfying nip and insistent growls. The moment those teeth latched upon his neck was pure music to his ears.

“Alpha!” Skid gasped just as a large hand wrapped around him to grip his shaft and stroke relentlessly. Alpha worked him front and back as Skid arched back further into Alpha’s teeth. A violent shudder of pleasure rocked through Skid. All three points of possession—his ass, his cock, his neck—hungered for Alpha’s absolute claim.

“Fuck, Jesus!”

“You want to come?” Alpha hissed.

“Yes!”

“You’re staying.”

It wasn’t a question, but--

“Fuck yes!”

“Then come.”

​Alpha sped up, priming his pump with each masterful stroke of the hand, pummeling his hole with each pelvic smack to the ass. Then glorious teeth sank into Skid’s neck again. Sweet Jesus.

Mariah glanced up beside her to locate the source of the bedroom voice. All breathing ceased function as she locked eyes upon the handsome suited stranger. Captivating brown eyes, regal nose, full jaw and striking cheek bones—the man was a looker.

And those lips? Sinfully bitable.

Mariah clamped her mouth shut to keep her jaw from trembling or dropping to the floor. Plus, she had to prevent herself from flat out drooling. No need to feed an oversized ego. If this man was Geneva’s version of handsome, then Geneva was probably right on the money about his silver platter status. With looks like his, Mariah doubted that the man had ever seen rejection in his life. Who would turn down someone so deliciously stunning?

“Clark Mannings,” the man said, holding out his hand for a shake. “Mannings Industries.”

“Mariah Olsen,” she answered, taking his hand for a firm shake. “Heartisan Foods.”

“In the flesh,” he said, somewhat pleased. “You’ve done an amazing job whipping that place into shape, given the short time you’ve been there.”

“Oh?” Mariah raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she was curious about Mannings Industries. She’d never heard of the company before. Now, she wondered what kind of company it was for this man—a CEO, according to the pre-printed name tag—to know anything about her and her company.

“Entrepreneur Now,” he answered, as if understanding her unspoken question.

“I don’t pay any attention to the media,” Mariah said, thinking of Annika’s open dislike of the frequent partial news coverage. Case in point, Mariah did not recall anyone from the press asking her for an interview or a comment to write about her or her company. “I’d be suspect myself, if I were to read any of the coverage.”

“Noted,” Clark said with a quirk of those kissable lips. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and anger—embarrassment from thinking of kissing the man, anger from the outburst of her traitorous hormones. She could use a date tonight—with her vibrator.

Fuck. There went her head again.

No.

Unfuck. She couldn’t be thinking about that right now. She nearly shook her head to push that thought out of her mind. Instead, she shifted her gaze from his lips—hopefully, she hadn’t lingered there too long for her wayward thoughts to be noticed—and then locked eyes with him.

“I have a proposition,” Clark said with what seemed, to Mariah’s annoyance, to be a wider yet knowing smile.

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent 0: The Moment, the prequel to the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, when one of the female protagonists meets the male protagonist.

Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off a kinky menage romance that features a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian dominatrix and an alpha male dominant.

If you enjoy stories about bisexual women, you may also enjoy Bi Girls Do It Solo.

“Ms. Olsen, Mr. Mannings is here to see you,” came Charlotte's shrill voice via intercom.

The lunch Mariah just had did little to keep her stomach from flip-flopping. Clark wasn't the kind of man anyone denied, even if he had no follow-up appointment in her calendar. Gulping, she hoped she didn't regret what she was about to say. “Thank you, Charlotte. You can send him in.”

Within seconds, the door to her austere cream-colored office opened. As quietly as he opened the door, Clark also closed it with a definitive click. Did he just lock her in? He sounded like a predator on the prowl, and she was the prey. How did he turn the tables like that, when this was her office, her company, her building?

​Show no fear. Her mother's firm voice entered her head. No way would the daughter of Annika Alisha Olsen back down in the face of any man.

As Clark's imposing frame neared her blond wood desk, without looking up from her paperwork, Mariah asked in a dismissive manner, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” In the years she sat at this desk, this was the first time she wished she had a mahogany desk or any dark-toned desk that did not reflect the fluorescent overhead light. The light tones around her, including her white blouse, made her acutely aware of her cheeks and their potential for betrayal.

He set his briefcase down in the seat across from her, yet made no move to sit.

​Glancing up from her seat of power to meet his eyes, her heart skipped a beat at his darkening gaze. The rascal. He purposefully situated himself so that she had to look up at him. In her own building. The arrogant ass. She gulped back a groan. Why did she have to think of his ass, the feel of him thrusting into her and giving her all manner of pleasure? 

Skid blinked. His mouth watered at the mere memory of the V-shaped muscles pointing to a very noticeable bulge. He’d never been so consumed with his sudden attraction to Alpha. Sure, all the guys were nice on the eyes. However, he had treated them like brothers and had begun to go out to the rumored gay bar in the next town over when he had hit sixteen. He’d never gone in, but that didn’t stop him from buying his own pack of cola, nursing a can and sitting out there on his cold ass near the bar to do some people watching.

He’d never even noticed Alpha in that way before. Alpha was Daddy, someone whose directions he followed and opinions he respected.

Alpha led Skid to a clearing. The area looked familiar. From the charred black stumps and sparse fallen logs Skid deduced and recognized the place. The forest fire. Over four years ago. Sprinkled here and there like toothpicks were short skinny barren trees making a comeback through a fresh thin blanket of winter snow.

Alpha stopped and shifted back to human form, waiting expectantly for him to follow suit. Trouble was, Skid didn’t know how to transition back. How he’d shifted in the first place was purely coincidental. He hadn’t even known he was a shifter. He looked at Alpha and suddenly longed to be in human form. He’d like to cuddle up next to that warm lean scrumptious muscle of a man. A flurry of erotic fantasies gripped him.

Skid shifted before he even realized what had happened. He looked down. Sure enough he was whole and human … and sporting a huge inconvenient erection. Skid covered himself and gulped in embarrassment, not daring to look into Alpha’s eyes. He was suddenly glad that his brothers were back a ways, on guard. He didn’t need to look around to sense them on full alert.

“Eyes on me,” Alpha ordered.

Skid gulped and met the amber eyes. Once again he marveled at his night vision. So many questions ran through his mind. Only one popped out in posthaste, “H-h-how did you know?”

“See this?” He fisted his erection. Standing by the bed, his prick was at the man’s eye level. “It’s for you.”

At Lance’s angle, he saw the eyes lid with lust and the tell-tale twitch in the man’s tongue. Blood had also rushed to the man’s cheeks, giving it a ruddy color that sent his own blood rushing south. The assuring thought that this man found him attractive only fueled his fire.

Lance rearranged the pillows and set the man’s head down into a position that would be somewhat comfortable for deep throating later. He got onto the bed and straddled the man, his cock positioned at the enticing entrance. He stayed there, grinning as the man inhaled the scent of his arousal. He was already leaking.

“Suck my balls,” Lance said as he used the headboard for leverage and descended upon the orifice.

The warm wet tongue lapped at the ache in his loins. His dick bobbed in appreciation. Lowering another fraction to ensure a perfect seal, he waited for the man to suck. He hissed and damn near jumped off the bed when the latch tightened around his ball as the man suckled.

​“Yes, that’s it,” he praised hoarsely. “Right there.”

It's that time of year again, one day among 365ish days a year, one day in which we get to imagine how someday may feel like when we are all living in a more tolerant and accepting world.

24/7.

Ah. May 17. The International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia & Biphobia.

Along that same spirit is the first annual Hop for Visibility, Awareness and Equality, the current incarnation of the previous Hop Against Homophobia, Bi and Transphobia.

This year's hop, like its predecessor, is full of Authors, Reviewers, Publishers, and Cover Designers of LGBTQ fiction and is different in that cisgender (M/F) Allies also get to participate.

The best part of all this? All the lovin' you'll get, feel, vibe with as you go through everyone's posts on relevant topics. Plus, did I mention prizes​? ;-)

Last year, I (Jacintha Topaz, aka JT) introduced myself and how I splashed into the bisexual female erotic romance fiction genre in April 2014. I'd barely gotten my feet wet in 2014; had I known that the hop existed, I would have jumped right in that May 2014. However, May 2015 it is. You can check out that intro post for that year's hop over here.

This year, 2016, I feel like doing something a little different. I thought I'd get poetic. So if poetry isn't your thing, you might want to skip the insufferable verses and scroll right down to the mega prizes... (Fair warning, ahem. Um, maybe it'll be hot enough for the 18+ers. Er, if you're not 18 yet, come back when you hit the mark... I swear, this post will still be here for you to enjoy then, if you remember to come back then...)

Like the light mist of sex-sheened skin,
your taste drizzles over me.
Marks me. First hints of spring rain.

Teasingly at first, your musk
coats me, soaks me. So subtle,
yet achingly familiar.

As old as time. Savoring
the pounding flavors of more --
today, tomorrow, ever.

​This desert an oasis
meets. Your waters, an ocean.
Within. Without. With open

​Arms.

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Win one of the following audiobooks when you post your email address and comment on: How does Acceptance feel/look like to YOU?

Everyone who provides an email address and comments on this post (How does Acceptance feel/look like to YOU?) gets an ebook of my gay werewolf shifter paranormal erotic short story romance, Skid (Black Storm Pack prequel).

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​“You’ve got exclusive rights to me, baby,” Clark smiled and winked in a way that actually looked movie star sexy.
She laughed, amused at this more light and humorous side to Clark. While yesterday had been full of tender love-making to nurse her wounds, Clark’s dominant side reared its head up again this morning. Speaking of head, she gasped when the tip of his hardness grazed between her thighs. With a sharp inhale, her pulse quickened and her eyes began to lid with lust.

Clark let go of her wrists and kissed his way down to her belly. Anticipation spiked her arousal, soaking a path for his erection. She fisted his hair, intense desire urging him lower but the handsome devil licked and nipped her navel instead and took his own sweet time.

His hands let go of her wrists and bracketed her hips. Lower his lips moved. He was a breath away when the air went cold and his head lifted with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Whose pussy is this?”

Mariah’s eyes widened. Would he dare withhold stimuli if she erred in the answer? Oh, god, she was already losing her mind. At another time she might have playfully replied in error. Right now, he got her so worked up that she didn’t want to talk and only wanted to get on with it.

Gulping, and hoping to hell the talking would go fast, she answered, “Yours. It’s yours. This is your pussy.”

“Right answer.” He nuzzled into her slick folds, exercised his talented tongue, and made mad circles around her tender bud. Desire only mounted at the wicked tango, the pleasure so intense she bucked and tried to push him away.

To no avail. His hands had a steady grip that pinned her legs down, kept them from squeezing him and bucking him off of her. If anything, her ministrations only fanned the flames and redoubled his salacious efforts and left her moaning for more.

“Please, Clark!” Mariah begged, twisting his hair like a wild animal. “Inside—please!”

Oh, god. He didn’t even listen to her as he released her sex, then nuzzled and nipped her inner thighs.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Fuck me already!”

​Clark snapped away and grinned at her, amused. “My pussy is quite bossy.”

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 “Good morning, Alpha,” Zip and Ripper both chirped. Alpha nodded at them and then to the door, effectively dismissing them.

​Alone now with Alpha, Skid wondered belatedly if he could pretend that he was still sleepy and roll over to the other side to avoid further confrontation.

No such luck. Alpha approached him. With each intent step toward his cot, Skid stiffened.

“Face me,” Alpha said, frighteningly near.

Skid licked his bottom lip—fuck, he’d forgotten that cracked lip needed nursing. Still he obliged and turned to face the man.

“Sit up,” Alpha ordered.

Skid sprang up, nervous. The wolf pack could have left him there to die in that forest fire, but they hadn’t. They had carried him out of the woodlands and brought him here, wherever the here was. Not knowing whether it was appropriate to make eye contact or not, Skid deferred to staring at the floor near Alpha’s feet.

“What’s your name?” Alpha asked. His shiny black combat boots now appeared quite interesting.

“Um, Skid,” he said. He didn’t have a name, wasn’t born with one, and never took on the name the state had given him. Firefighters had found him at their station one cold morning not long after he was born. They figured that he could have been a few days to a few weeks old at the time of drop-off. No birth certificate, nothing. For the longest time he’d felt ashamed to be the only kid to not know his birthday—his real birthday. Only recently in the past year did he decide that since he didn’t know the actual day of his birth, then he could very well celebrate his birthday for the whole month of December.

“Skid?” Alpha repeated. “Look at me.”

Skid gulped and looked up. The man before him had dark blond curls with light brown tips at the ends, a chiseled jaw, furry brows, amber eyes, a regal nose and lips that were just the right size—not too thick and not too thin. Likewise heavily muscled, a black vest and matching cargo pants barely contained the Alpha’s rippling chest and washboard abs.

One word vied with another when he saw Alpha: FORMIDABLE mixed with FORBIDDEN. Alpha was formidable in that Skid wouldn’t want him as an enemy any day. He was forbidden in the sense that Skid secretly liked having such a fit body, even though he knew he’d never have the bone structure to amass muscle like that.

Alpha was … handsome. He could have stepped out of the cover of a magazine. Judging by his looks, he couldn’t have been older than thirty and that was being conservative. Skid bet that the man was borderline mid-twenties. Then again, he could be wrong. Did wolf shifters look younger than their years or vice versa?

“What’s your real name, your legal one?”

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“You’re my mate. Skid. That’s the only reason why I know exactly when you had turned eighteen. You’re legal, an adult, in wolf years. The mating instinct matures then. That’s when mates can truly find and sense each other.”

“M-mates?” Why did he feel so dumbfounded asking all these questions? He’d parroted like a stupefied puppet. Skid gulped in an attempt to regain ahold of himself and create a sense of order. Shaking his head, he insisted, “No, I’m not your mate. I’m part of your pack.”

Alpha stepped closer and this time Skid felt enough backbone to stand his ground. He didn’t budge. Alpha nodded to the area. “You recognize this place?”

“Yeah. It’s where you found me. Years ago.”

“That’s why I’m going to take you here. Claim you.”

Skid’s mouth dropped open. His skin prickled with new awareness. Although his mind stuttered, his dick certainly hardened (again) at the mere thought of mating.

With Alpha, no less.

Fuck. He was so screwed. In fact, the nearer Alpha drew the harder Skid got.

Impossible.

No, this was fucked. He was eighteen, damn it. He could leave. Alpha should have given him an opportunity to choose his own fate.

​Skid stuck out his chin, willing his anger to reign supreme over his increasing irrational desire. “I’m eighteen. You said that you’d let me go when I come of age.”

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He abandoned the aloe and dove in with his fingers. Her channel was so slick, it swallowed him to the knuckles. “You're so tight, so wet. I want my cock in you.”


With each thrust of his fingers, he learned her. His cock swelled to ginormous proportions, tenting his slacks. Ignoring his need, he continued to plunge into her wet folds and swirl his thumb over her clit on occasion. He listened for the peak of her bliss, watched the rise and fall of her upper back, relished the increased frenzy of her breathing, lusted after the slight tension flitting across her face, devoured the flush of her body, and felt for the imminent tremble of her sex. She was close. So close.

He withdrew, a quirk shaping his lips.

A muffled cry of agitation rent the air before being replaced by the rise and fall of her heavy breathing.

She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he kept them apart.

​“Uh-uh-uh,” he warned. “If you try to get yourself off, your remaining infraction doubles.”

She stilled her body, no doubt clenching her teeth from the looks of her bulging jaw.


He smirked, a finger grazing lazily over her labia. “I heard a disgruntled grunt before. Is that how you thank me for pleasuring you?”

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Skid gulped again. No, he had to leave. It was time. Mating with Alpha would mess up the whole social order. One of them had to have sense. When Skid had joined Black Storm Pack, he’d known all along it was temporary and that he’d get to leave when he turned eighteen. He’d already made plans to leave on New Year’s Eve and start the New Year with a bang.


“I can’t.” Skid shook his head and turned away from Alpha. “I’m going.”

He shifted without hesitation and began to sprint away. Anywhere but here.

A ferocious growl pierced his soul. Alpha pounced upon his back, pinned his chest and chin to the ground and knocked the air right out of him. The heavier, bulkier, broader wolf had Skid down for the count. A gravitational pull possessed him, as if his fur wanted to melt into Alpha. Being this close to Alpha sparked a dramatic increase in temperature. Skid inhaled sharply. Suddenly, as if by a greater force, both of them had turned human again.

“You can’t expect me to simply watch you walk away,” Alpha huffed. His heartbeat thudded against Skid’s upper back. Heart to heart, Alpha’s need pressed into the cleft of Skid’s ass and damn near made his mouth water. Alpha’s hands tread downward along his ribs in slow possession. He growled quietly against Skid’s neck. “Just once. Just tonight. That’s all I ask. Then you tell me if you can walk away from this.”

At the mention of this, Alpha entered him with two fingers. The stark pain quickly morphed into pleasure—in part thanks to the wolf blood pumping overtime. As Alpha stretched and stroked, pushing in slowly yet fervently, reverently yet greedily; Skid gave in to the invasion, eagerly puckering to suck up even more.

“More,” Skid whispered hoarsely. An involuntary shiver of excitement raced through his body. His limbs ached for contact, for possession, for whole and complete union.

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“Mariah?”

Her eyes instantly flicked open in a haze at the husky masculine voice that had dominated her masturbating fantasies eons before. Disoriented, she found her wide-eyed stare steadying on the familiar chestnut eyes of a suited man she thought she had once escaped months ago. Could it really be him? How the heck did he find her?

Mistress V spun around, waves of electric fury rolling off of her. “You don't interrupt a scene.”

Orgasm on hold, Mariah could hardly breathe. In fact, she had stopped breathing. The man really was here, in the flesh. She wasn't delusional. If anything, he looked more chiseled than before, the suit as crisp as their prior meetings in the board room and beyond. His once over was as penetrating as it had been before.

With a slight nod, to Mariah's relief, he excused himself. Still, she felt too frozen to track his departure. All she could do was force herself to fill her lungs with air and release the stiffness that had taken over her body. As she started to breathe and relax again, she noticed Mistress V's penetrating regard of her.

“Interesting.” Mistress V's narrowed eyes drew up warning flags within Mariah. “You gripped me extra tight when he interrupted. Makes me want to push—”

Mistress V struck a deep place within her, and Mariah couldn't help but buck her hips forward and moan.
“—that hard limit of yours on public humiliation. You like it when you go all animal on me in public? Let the world know how sweet a cunt you have, what a whore you are, that you like being fucked like a slut?”

Oh, god, that was furthest from the truth. What the heck was Mistress V doing, still stroking her and talking dirty? Fucking her pussy as if it was some sort of lie detector? Breathless form Mistress V's relentless probes, Mariah shook her head.

“Hmm. Perhaps you like being watched by a third party? How about sex with a handsome stranger who chances upon two copulating females? Still not your cup of tea?” The dips and glides quickened in pace and pressure, and she couldn't resist squeezing those fingers. “Ah, there we go, a bit of that clench again, but not as strong as the one you gave me when caught in the act by that handsome man. Tell me, would you like me to invite him over to play with us?”

Her heart stopped at the absurd notion. She wasn't a doormat or a play thing! She fervently shook her head and cursed herself when she felt her pelvic walls tighten around Mistress V's fingers.

“Interesting,” Mistress V muttered, her eyes narrowing. “You shake your head but your pussy liked that idea. So do those beaded pebbles on your chest.”

Mariah's breath hitched. Oh, god. No!

“Not to mention the catch in your breath and those flushed cheeks …” Mistress V's lips curved with sinister intent. “However, some more alone time together would ensure that this pussy is mine.”

​A few quick jerks of those fingers coupled with several swivels of the thumb to her clit sent her flying. She came, screaming into the wool stocking as Mistress V continued stoking the fires of her orgasm.

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“What were you doing in the forest?” Alpha asked.

“Sleeping,” Skid answered. Bare facts. That should protect him from being carted back to his foster family like a sack of rotten potatoes.

Alpha raised an eyebrow.

“And your family?”

Damn. How Skid wished that Alpha hadn’t asked.

“Dead,” Skid said flatly without missing a beat. In a way, they certainly were. Those government subsidy-sucking vampires were living off him.

​“Well, then,” Alpha said. From the way he had narrowed his eyes, of course he didn’t believe Skid. “If you’re going to stay here with us, then you’d better make yourself useful.”
​

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“Good girl,” he praised, letting go of the belt. “That spanking took care of one of your infractions.”

Her body stayed slack, perhaps spent in defying him. He rubbed her flushed ass with a liberal amount of aloe.

“You smell incredible,” he murmured. His eyes glazed as he spotted the generous trail of drool sliding down her thighs. A submissive after his own heart. “My god, Mariah, you're a walking wet dream.”

He abandoned the aloe and dove in with his fingers. Her channel was so slick, it swallowed him to the knuckles. “You're so tight, so wet. I want my cock in you.”

With each thrust of his fingers, he learned her. His cock swelled to ginormous proportions, tenting his slacks. Ignoring his need, he continued to plunge into her wet folds and swirl his thumb over her clit on occasion. He listened for the peak of her bliss, watched the rise and fall of her upper back, relished the increased frenzy of her breathing, lusted after the slight tension flitting across her face, devoured the flush of her body, and felt for the imminent tremble of her sex.

She was close.

So close.

He withdrew, a quirk shaping his lips.

A muffled cry of agitation rent the air before being replaced by the rise and fall of her heavy breathing.

She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he kept them apart.

​“Uh-uh-uh,” he warned. “If you try to get yourself off, your remaining infraction doubles.”

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M is for Masters. I love me a good read! So this post is entirely dedicated to my favorite BDSM MaleDom characters by six of my favorite authors, appearing in alphabetical order by first name. 

Readers have a list of their favorite dominant characters. Here's a running list (yes, these dominant men show up in a series of books and some to a screen near you):

• Christian Grey (over 100 million books sold of E. L. James' trilogy, film opening in time for Valentine's Day 2015)
  
• Gideon Cross (I LOVE Sylvia Day, optioned by Lionsgate for TV adaptation)
  
• James Cavendish (R. K. Lilley is so cool, too!)
• Ethan Blackstone (Raine Miller's creation)
• Damien Stark (J Kenner/Julie Kenner's creation)
• Chris Merit (product of Lisa Renee Jones, TV show optioned to STARZ)
• Jesse Ward (the one in Jodi Ellen Malpas's trilogy)

A Dominant does not need to appear authoritarian, gruff, aloof, and guarded. To earn the respect and trust a submissive needs to bare and surrender her heart, mind, body and soul, the Dominant needs to:

• be emotionally accessible
• exert power and mastery over oneself
• maintain balance and control of self and situation/scene at hand

I almost wanted to re-title this post "Battle of the Alphas" or "Duel of the Dominants" but the good thing about Book Boyfriends is that we can "cheat" under separate covers... They'll never meet each other. :-)