Title: Dire’s Strait
Series: Protect and Serve 13
Author: Mikala Ash
Publisher: Changeling Press
Release Date: Jan 5, 2024
Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Female, Male/Male, Male/Female/Male (No Male/Male interaction)
Length: 90 pages
Genre: Romance, Paranormal Women’s Fiction, First Responders, Multiple Partners, shapeshifters
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Synopsis
One has to be careful when in love with a cannibal. One must time liaisons with care. Meeting after a meal is recommended, never before.
Agent Dire of the Paranormal Defense Department is in such a predicament. His relationship with Max Detroit, a Frenchman with an appetite, is problematic at best. For to Max, fine dining and love are two sides of the same coin, the distinction between them often hard to judge, much like good and evil.
When another agent is kidnapped by paranormal drug dealers, and sword wielding assassins make another attempt on Agent Dire’s life, Max intervenes. But what is his motive? And just how does the delectable Agent Candice Neith fit in?
Max clapped his hands like an excited schoolboy and opened up the basket. He extracted an assortment of treats: strange fruits, pieces of meat — which I vowed not to touch, knowing Max’s proclivities — and some caramel colored fluffy balls of what looked like candy floss. I selected a red fruit, the shape of a pear. It smelled of strawberry and unaccountably tasted like chocolate.
Max took a yellow berry and began peeling it. He offered it to Dire.
“They’re nice,” I prompted him, sweet juice running down my chin.
He gave me an irritated frown and took the berry from Max’s fingers. “You’ll help us find Mai Lin?”
“I will try. If she is special to you, then so she is to me.” His gaze slid to my face. It occurred to me then that he was like a child, just a happy child. I’d never thought of him like this. He’d always been a mysterious dark entity that ate people. He picked up two pieces of fruit. “Have these at the same time. Their flavors complement each other.”
I did as he suggested, taking a bite of the red one and then a nibble of the yellow berry. My mouth came alive with a sweet tingling that flowed to the back of my throat all the way to my belly. He watched me with a warm expression. I noted his gaze fell to my breasts, then my thighs. I mirrored him and saw that his erection was now fully developed and mouth-wateringly enormous.
I took his meaning then. He wanted to fuck both of us because Dire and I would complement each other. At least I hoped he meant to fuck us, and not eat us.
He took a bite of fruit and suddenly kissed Dire, the mingled juices rolling down their chins. I never realized how unexpectedly exciting it is to watch two men kiss. My pussy was wetting up with delightful anticipation. I desperately wanted to join in.
While they kissed he reached over and drew me towards them. I couldn’t help myself and unashamedly reached for their cocks. I stroked them, feeling the throbbing heat, suddenly wanting them both inside me.
They must have sensed my need because they broke their kiss and turned their attention to me. Each fondled a breast, cupping them gently, their fingers rubbing my nipples. I’ve never fucked two guys before, and the probability that this is what Max intended filled me with a level of lust I’d never felt before. I pulled them to me, kissing their faces, their lips, and we held each other so close it would have been difficult to tell us all apart.
Eventually someone, I think it was Max, pushed me down onto the rug. He kissed my nipples, putting them in turn between his teeth and gently biting. I wasn’t afraid, despite knowing his cannibalistic nature. He had never been known to eat a human.
While Max attended to my top half, Dire laid between my legs, licking my inner thighs, tracing his tongue upwards towards my cleft, gently easing the lips apart and thrusting his tongue deep within the folds of my cunt. Oh, how I’d missed that. Almost every night since our first meeting, where he’d eaten me so expertly, I’d dreamed of his tongue.
We seemed to naturally gravitate to a daisy chain, each of us sucking something of the others. Max’s cock was thick and heavy in my mouth, and while I gulped it down he sucked Dire’s cock while Dire continued to lick and suck my pussy.
I was consumed by sensation. Max’s balls rested on my chin as I took his cock deeply into my mouth, the bulbous head banging the back of my throat. Dire’s tongue was snaking inside me, touching the sensitive inner flesh, his lips mashed against my labia, rubbing my clit, making me writhe in absolute pleasure.
I imagined we would have appeared to be a mass of writhing, pulsating flesh. We were so tight against one another you’d have to separate us with a spatula.
Suddenly, instead of Dire’s tongue in my pussy, I had a cock. I opened my eyes. Max was fucking me, Dire was kneeling over my head, his cock in Max’s mouth. I lifted my head so I could lick his balls while Max fucked me with long delicious strokes.
It all became a blur, and I can’t describe all the different positions we found ourselves in. I do remember being fucked by Dire as Max fucked his ass. I don’t know how many times I climaxed. I remember Max’s come arcing over my body.
We fell apart eventually, panting like dogs, our sweat soaked bodies exhausted. After a minute or two, Max refilled our glasses with wine. During our lovemaking, they had toppled over, spilling the ambrosia onto the grass. “Drink a toast. To us!”
We chorused the toast.
I’ve never felt more alive, more complete, more wanted in all my life. This is what it must mean to be happy. I gazed about us, this most perfect of places, this Elysium. I wondered if the brook was the fabled river from Greek mythology, Okeanus.
“This is heaven, isn’t it?” I asked Max.
“No, not heaven.” From the picnic basket he pulled out the leg of something I could not identify. It looked like an oversized turkey leg, but it wasn’t a turkey. He took a bite, and after swallowing, pointed to the forest. “This is my home, where I was born, where I was raised, and where I live.”
“When you’re not on Earth being a cannibal.”
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Aussie Mikala Ash used to be a mild-mannered training & development consultant by day, and a wild sci-fi and paranormal adventure writer by night. Now she is a brazen full-time writer and nature photographer who is concentrating on having among other things, “… bags, and bags of fun!” Mikala can be found on Facebook and on Twitter.
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