Beastmaster is loose!

Hello Amber Heat Fans,

If you love shape shifter stories, check out the newest pax which will be on the site for purchase tomorrow! There are five great stories there by five of AQs best and hottest authors. There will be a good variety of shifter types represented as well. The collection is worth getting just for the great covers, but the stories will thrill you too.

Below is another excerpt from Nellie's Rogue Stallion which follows not long after the first one that I posted the other day. Enjoy!!

I'll be off line tomorrow since I am going about 350 miles to collect a new fur kid to become my second canine companion. I'm sure you will hear more about her soon! Not exactly a shifter but if she is like most Aussies (Australian Shepherds) she is a little person in a dog suit . Anyway, for a free copy of Nellie's Rogue Stallion, please post a comment and tell us your favorite type of shifter character and briefly why. I'll pick two winners, one the answer I like best (and no it doesn't have to be at all like my story!!) and another at random from all who post. Happy reading! Slainte!! Deirdre

EXCERPT Adult

Steven came up behind her and pulled the tie off her braid. Nimble fingers loosened the plait until her hair fanned out around her shoulders. Then he pushed her down enough to wet it, and taking a bit of yucca root, he washed her hair, working the suds gently through the yard-long honey-blonde strands until every lock was squeaky clean. By then she wasn’t sure if she was still cold or not. Her scalp tingled from the kneading strength of his fingers as he rinsed away the last bit of soap weed.

She floated, supported by the water after he laid her back to finish the rinsing. Part of her was above the surface and warmed by the sun. That did feel good. With her eyes shut, she didn’t have to think about that sun touching skin it had never known, or how much of her was revealed to his gaze, should he choose to look.

But was he looking? Did he find her pleasing? Her nipples pebbled at the contrast between the water and the limpid air, then chilled by a passing breeze. Probably that triangle of coppery gold curls at the base of her belly was visible too. Was he looking? Didn’t she feel the pressure of his gaze almost as keenly as a touch? She gave a tiny shiver and went tense. As soon as she no longer lay relaxed in the water, her body starting to sink. She flailed a bit, bringing her shoulders up as her legs went down. He slipped an arm around her, stabilizing her.

“There, does that not feel better? I knew your hair was dusty and matted from all the riding, especially when your father put you in the rear. That was not kind at all!”

“I think he wishes I’d been born a boy, and sometimes forgets that I’m not, although he guards my chastity with everything at his disposal.”

Steven laughed. “But no longer. All his efforts will be for naught now.”

What a shocking yet thrilling notion that was. No more virginity to protect. Very soon now….

He led her to the shallow end, where he lifted her out of the water. The black sand felt silky beneath her feet but that sensation was soon lost in others as he waded out to stand at her side. Droplets of water gleamed on his smooth bronze skin. He shook his head, almost like a horse, and water flew out of his hair. With both hands he scooped it back off his face and plastered it sleek to his skull. Wet, it was almost black yet still held the fiery highlights.

Her gaze was drawn irresistibly downward to the only part of him she really hadn’t seen yet. As she visually measured the length and girth of his cock, she gasped. Even at rest and nestled in the dark bronze tangle at his groin, it was impressive. So were his balls, plastered with wet curls. Oh my! I’ve seen purebred studs that would gladly trade for that! And this is his man-form. I don’t think we’re going to make this work!

She’d seen enough horses and cattle mating to know what happened, but still, applying it to herself—herself and this amazing man—the act was nearly impossible to picture. Would he take her down on hands and knees to come at her from the rear? Mary Red Squirrel had told her there were other ways for people to do it also but she hadn’t been very specific.

Before fear could really take hold, he caught her hand and led her a few feet to a thick patch of emerald green. The grass was fine-bladed and as even as if it had been cropped carefully with scissors. Before she quite realized what had happened, she was flat on her back in that grass with him at her side, stretched out as relaxed as a fine gentleman in an elegant bed. Sure enough, any lingering chill vanished in a trice. The sun was not the only cause of the heat flowing through her whole body, either.

He placed one hand flat on her torso, just below the arch of her ribs. One finger traced around the hollow of her navel. “I may snort in your flanks yet. They’re very nice flanks.”
The twinkle in his eyes told her he was teasing, very gently easing her uncertainty about a situation that was totally unfamiliar to her.

“I think that would tickle,” she admitted. “I’d prob’ly giggle my fool head off.”

“I didn’t take you for the giggly type. You always seemed very serious, very business like, and hardly even coy.”

His hand drifted slowly, down along her side to her hip bone, across her lower belly and back up the other side, pausing just short of the under swell of her breast. Her skin, her whole being quickened to that touch.

She sucked in a swift breath. “I don’t much, not really. Oh I used to when I went to school in Elko. I stayed with Aunt Mary Ellen while I went to school. She’s pa’s sister. Me and my best friend Sadie Smithers giggled all the time until the teacher got mad at us. That was years ago, though. I guess I haven’t giggled much lately.”

Finally when she didn’t think she could stand it another minute, that roving hand slipped up and cupped her breast. He teased the nipple with thumb and forefinger, tugging at it just enough to create a pull that ran clear through her, centering down in the depths of her belly. Below that in the vee of her thighs, she felt a slick wetness start to spread.

Then he bent forward and settled his mouth over the other breast. The sensation was so intense she felt like she was going to fly off the ground. His tongue swirled around the nipple and then his lips tugged, just as his fingers continued to do on the other side. No, she was certainly not cold now!

Warm and soft as melted butter, she lay limp in the grass, caught in a delicious boneless laziness. Part of her didn’t want to move yet an itchy, burning urgency filled her making her need and want a great deal more. Strands of his hair had dried and a whisper of breeze brushed them across her body. That feathery tickling sensation stirred her almost as much as the magic of his mouth and fingers.

“Please, I need…”

“What do you need, lovely Lenore?”

You. More. Everything!”

His laugh flowed across her, warm as a caress. “Such a hot blooded little filly. Good! I’ve wanted one like you for so very long. It’s been years since I loved as a human. It’s different as a horse, more a compulsion than a seduction. Surely you’ve seen horses mate?”

Nellie nodded, remembering the squeals, the milling around, the dust flying. Sometimes the mare kicked and fought even though it was clear she had a strong need to take the stud. Finally she would submit, when he clamped his teeth on her neck and reared over her, seizing her with his forelegs in a vice-tight grip. The mare would shiver and roll her eyes but she stood then, tail canted away to allow his entrance.

“I didn’t think the mare enjoys it much. The stud just subdues her until she stands for him.”

“Yes, it is often so. I do not plan to subdue you though, so do not worry. They say that humans are the only beasts to enjoy sex for pleasure and not just procreation. I found that marvelous, don’t you? What a gift we have been given, and yet too many make it a sin, vile and somehow degrading. They have it all wrong!”

As Steven spoke, his hand left her breast at last to slide slowly downward, rubbing gentle spirals of fire along her skin. She had to move then, just a slithery little wiggle of utter delight. “Mmmmm,” she murmured. “Yes, so wrong.”

He brushed across the triangle of tight golden curls at the bottom of her belly, rocking his hand slowly against the ridge of her mons. She gave another wriggle, her hips lifting slightly without her conscious effort. Then he slipped a forefinger down through the thicket of curls into the moist hidden space they guarded. Her body bowed in shock, in surprise, in delight. Her legs went limp, parting of their own accord to allow access to her private secret places. His touch was invasive and yet not uncomfortable, not unwelcome. New and strange but delicious.

For a moment she recalled how that most tender part of her had pressed against his muscled back last night, the heat of him flowing upward into her to stave off the bite of the night wind. She’d felt a tingle, a subtle tension of muscles deep within her body even then, but had thought little of it, too caught up in the exhilaration of their mad run, the incredible escape.

I will soon ride again, yet it will be different this time. Humming excitement burned along her nerves at that thought, curiosity overcoming the shadow of fear and uncertainty. What will it feel like? Will it hurt? He’s so big.