CARNAL 2 by Kate Hill Format(s): Ebook Heat Level: Erotic Pairing(s): M/M/F, M/F/M Genre/Themes: Vampire, Werewolf Length: Novella Publisher: Changeling Press Cover Art: Karen Fox ISBN: 978-1-60521-543-3 Purchase Links:Changeling Press Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Carnal 1 Blurb: In a world where vampires and werewolves rule, danger and passion abound. Carnal Temptation: Two common wolves and a vampire of royal blood overcome social barriers that threaten their newfound love. Carnal Inheritance: A young vampire struggling to make ends meet inherits her father's fortune -- and two sexy wolf managers who turn out to be more than business advisers. Carnal Interlude: The troubled new leader of a wolf pack finds help and love with a happily married vampire couple. Carnal Obsession: A vampire tribal leader and two wolf guards burn all boundaries between wolves and vampires. The following excerpts from CARNAL 2 are for readers 18 and over. Excerpt from CARNAL TEMPTATION: The men waded into the stream. Cool water rushed over the slippery rocks. Falken summoned his inner wolf and felt his shaggy brown pelt sprout over him from head to toe. He dove under then surfaced, shaking the excess water from his face and hair. Nearby, Pax stood up to his waist in the water. He strode nearer and Falken stopped, entranced by the intense look in his companion's eyes. According to legend, Vampires possessed the ability to enchant others with their eyes, but until this moment Falken hadn't believed it. "May I feel your pelt?" Pax asked. This surprised Falken a bit and made his heartbeat quicken with anticipation. "Yeah. Sure." They stepped closer to each other, so near that Falken saw droplets of water on Pax's long eyelashes and the ultra-fine lines on his dark pink lips. The man's mouth looked almost as kissable as Felina's. Falken's cock swelled even more as Pax reached out and placed a hand on his chest. His long, slender fingers stroked through the wavy brown pelt. Falken moved a bit nearer and Pax used both hands to roam over the young wolf, feeling his shoulders, chest and stomach. His hands came to rest on Falken's hips and he tugged slightly until their pelvises touched, their stiff cocks pressed together. Falken's heart pounded and he heard Pax's keeping time with it. Vampire senses were almost as keen as those of wolves, so he was sure Pax heard his heartbeat as well. "Your wolf form fascinates me," Pax said quietly, his lips almost touching Falken's. This was too weird. Felina had been right about the attraction between them after all. Felina. He couldn't act on this impulse, no matter how much he wanted to. Not without her approval and her participation. "Yeah?" Falken said, not moving away, yet not edging any nearer in spite of how he longed to take Pax's lower lip between his teeth and suck on it. "What does it feel like, having a pelt like this?" Pax continued stroking the damp brown fur covering Falken's ribs. Felina's delicious scent drifted on the breeze and they heard rustling in the trees a short distance away. She stepped into the clearing and the men moved apart. Falken wondered if he looked as guilty as he felt. Most likely, especially with her standing there with an accusing look in her eyes and her arms folded beneath her full breasts. "I thought you were coming to breakfast?" she demanded. "Or are you coming somewhere else?" "It's my fault, Felina," Pax said before Falken could reply. "I asked to feel his pelt." She cocked an eyebrow. "And he willingly obliged?" "He likes the wolfy look," Falken said, forcing a weak smile. "Then he's in the right place. We have several unmated guests who would probably be very willing to have their pelts stroked." Pax nodded slightly and held her gaze. "My apologies. I've been spending so much time with work lately that I've lost my ability to make correct social judgments. I thought I'd detected something—Anyway I was wrong." He strode out of the water and Falken noticed Felina watching him as he bent to pick up his clothes. Her gaze slid over the Vampire's tight body and lingered on his semi-erect cock. "What did you think you detected?" she asked, her aloof voice at odds with the hot looks she was sending his way. The Vampire hesitated, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. Still naked, he turned and met her gaze. "Attraction." "I see." "Three ways." He gestured with his head toward Falken who still stood hip-deep in water. Felina's scent grew stronger and her gaze met Falken's. "Was I really so far off?" Pax asked in his deep, soft voice. Falken waited, his eyes boring into Felina's. It was her call. Excerpt from CARNAL INHERITANCE: Glancing up, she met his gaze. A jolt of desire shot through her at the intensity in his blue eyes. "You're even more beautiful than in the pictures your father showed us," he said, taking her face in his hands and stroking with his thumbs. Standing on tiptoe, she leaned closer and spoke against his lips, "I wish he'd told me about you." Before either of them realized what was happening, she kissed him. His lips were so warm, firm and moist. They moved against hers, tentatively at first, then more aggressively though never too roughly. When he pulled her into his arms, Elise went eagerly. Her hands rested on his lean waist, then slid slowly up his back to grip his broad shoulders. A soft, sensual growl escaped his throat, sending a ripple of delight down her spine. His tongue gently parted her lips and she accepted it, her own tongue meeting it thrust for thrust. This man tasted, felt and smelled so fantastic. Sure, Elise had kissed men before, but none had ever made her feel like this. It was as if she was no longer connected to the real world, but floating in a warm, dark place that felt both safe and exciting at the same time. Ace's arms tightened around her, pressing her closer to his sinewy body. She became aware of his cock pushing against her and it thrilled her so much her pussy flooded with heat and her clit ached with need. Her nipples tightened beneath her shirt and she moaned softly, pulling him even closer if possible. He broke contact with her lips only to cover her face with sweet, feathery kisses that made her heart flutter. Burying his face against her neck, he licked her and teased her flesh with the very tips of his wolfish fangs. Elise's hands moved down to his ass. She stroked and grasped the rock-hard spheres. This guy was built so fucking fabulous that he left her breathless. Grasping her ass, the wolf lifted her off the ground. Chuckling softly, Elise, wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his neck as he carried her to the brown leather couch across the room. He sat and she continued straddling him. Weaving her hands through his longish sable hair, she once again opened her mouth to his probing kiss. Unable to resist, she rubbed her soft mound against the enticing bulge in his trousers. Ace's hot, wet tongue explored every inch of her mouth. His hands moved down to rest on her waist, then he swept them upward, his fingers teasing the sides of her breasts. Elise moved back slightly, her gaze locked with his. Placing her hands over his, she guided them over her breasts. Cupping them, he kneaded gently. The passion in his eyes made her temperature rise. She'd only just met him, but already she could tell he was a complicated wolf. So much burned beneath the surface of his beautiful blue eyes. One moment he was sad and tender, the next passionate. A strange sensation washed over her when she realized an emotional connection could possibly develop between her and Ace. She'd never imagined mating with a wolf. Somehow she had always assumed she'd pair off with another Vampire. She'd hoped to find one who shared her unconventional views about marriage. Elise had always dreamed of mating based on love. For most Vampires, mating was like a business arrangement. Ace's gaze drifted to her breasts as he continued massaging them through her soft, thin sweater. Her nipples stood out stiff with pleasure and he swept his thumbs over them, making them tighten even more. Elise drew a sharp breath of desire and kissed him again. Her hands still rested over his and she stroked the backs of them, tracing the prominent veins. He had such long, slender hands—unusual for a wolf, but incredibly sexy. Her eyes closed, she enjoyed the sensation of his moist lips and probing tongue. "Ace, what the hell are you doing?" Verne demanded. Elise jumped, her heart pounding. Her head whipped toward Verne who strode into the room, his teeth bared and anger blazing in his eyes. She wondered if he ever looked happy. Everything seemed to make him angry. Excerpt from CARNAL INTERLUDE: He stepped closer to the Vampires and said, "If you would accept it, I'd like to share my blood with you." "I'm not sure that's a good idea," Bastian said, though Floris didn't miss the desire in his eyes. "You lost a lot of blood due to your wound." "I'm almost healed," Martin replied. "My regenerative powers have always been strong, even for a wolf. But I realize you might not want my blood because some people don't believe our species should mingle, unless of course wolves are serving as guards or servants to Vampires." "We're not like that," Floris said, placing a hand on Bastian's shoulder. Already she saw irritation on his face, almost overshadowing his desire. "Good," the wolf said. "To be honest, I've never shared blood with Vampires." "Then have you made your offer out of gratitude or curiosity?" Bastian asked, narrowing his eyes. Tilting his head slightly to the side, the wolf said, "Does it matter?" "Yes, it does," Bastian stated coolly. Floris' gaze swept from her husband to the wolf. The tension and arousal between them was almost tangible and she wondered what the outcome of this game would be. Also why did Bastian want to play before asking Martin about his true identity? She decided to go along with him. Besides, she could scarcely wait for them to act out her threesome fantasy. "Both reasons," Martin finally admitted. "Then we accept," Bastian told him. The wolf's gorgeous chest expanded as he drew a deep breath. "You're sure you're up to this?" Floris asked. Martin placed a hand to the back of her head and his other to the back of Bastian's. His touch was warm, rough yet gentle. So wolfish. "I'm definitely up to sharing blood, and more. " He kissed Bastian then Floris. She closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the feel of his firm, moist lips and the slight tickle of his wiry reddish beard. When the kiss broke, Bastian and Floris exchanged glances and smiled. Each knew exactly what the other was thinking. Excerpt from CARNAL OBSESSION: "What the hell is going on in here?" roared a husky female voice. Both wolves stopped fighting. Their bodies still entwined, they stared toward the door leading to the bathing chamber. Ceres stood there, surrounded by steam from the enormous heated pool, her smooth flesh beaded with moisture, her braided hair piled on top of her head. Irritation glistened in her eyes, but Pascal thought he detected something else as well. Arousal, perhaps? The thought of her lusting after them made his cock swell and ache and his pulse race. He didn't doubt the scent of his lust filled the room, overshadowed only by that of Noble. The black wolf moistened his lips, growled softly and disentangled himself from Pascal. They stood at attention. "Have you both gone crazy?" Ceres demanded, glancing from one wolf to the other. Pascal didn't miss how her stiff nibbles strained against her pale pink towel. "Forgive us, my lady," Noble said, bowing his head out of respect, though his eyes remained lifted and fixed on the tribal leader. "We didn't mean to disturb you," Pascal added. "Why were you fighting?" "Just a little match to pass the time while waiting for you to finish your bath," Pascal explained. The excuse sounded weak even to him and both Noble and Ceres cast him looks of disbelief. "If that is the truth, which I doubt, then you should know enough to practice in the training hall or in your garden. Do you care to try for another excuse?" "There is no excuse, my lady," Noble said quickly, before Pascal stuck his paw in his mouth once more. "And we assure you, it won't happen again." Ceres' eyes narrowed and an amused smile tugged at her full lips. "Somehow I doubt that. Lady Altah warned me before I chose two personal guards instead of one that there would be rivalry, yet I hardly expected brawls in my private chamber." Lady Altah, the leader of the Vampire Nation, had been the first Vampire Leader in history to appoint two guardians instead of one. Guardians were similar to tribal leaders' personal guards, but closer. Their pact was sealed through sex and the wolf guardians were among the most powerful males in the Vampire Nation. Pascal wished for such closeness with Ceres, and he knew Noble dreamed of it, too, but it was unlikely. At least according to Noble. Pascal sometimes got the feeling their lady lusted after them as well. Or perhaps it was simply his imagination because he wished so much for it to be true. Ceres stared at them in silence for several seconds, then said, "Follow me, please. There is something we must discuss and I might as well tell you while I'm finishing my bath." Follow her to the bathing chamber. Pascal swallowed hard and his heart nearly leapt through his chest. Even Noble couldn't hide his surprise. His mouth opened but no sound came out. Then he shut it tightly, inhaled deeply and straightened his posture before following Ceres to the bathing chamber, Pascal at his heels. On the way, the wolves reverted back to their man form. The spacious bathing chamber was made completely of black marble. Four dark green potted trees stood at each corner of the huge bath and the sides were rimmed with scented pillar candles. The flames cast muted reflections on the steamy water. A basket filled with soft red towels rested by the stairs leading into the bath. A delicate gold vanity table stood in front of a mirror rimmed with gold flowers and leaves. The beauty of the room meant nothing to a wolf like Pascal. All he cared about was the stunning Vampiress who stood by the edge of the pool. Without preamble, Ceres tugged off her towel and let it drop to the floor. Pascal briefly stopped breathing at the sight of her. He stared at her luscious curves, this time not in a lifeless portrait, but in the flesh. At that moment Pascal forgot he was her guard. He was simply a wolf almost overcome by passion. His entire being seemed focused in his cock. To his surprise, Ceres' gaze locked with his and she smiled slightly before turning her back and slowly descending the steps into the water. This gave him a perfect view of her firm, rounded ass. His heart raced as he imagined biting and nipping those gorgeous spheres, grasping and kneading them. His thoughts ran away with him completely and in his mind he saw her on all fours with him taking her from behind. A sharp growl from Noble thrust him back to reality. The older wolf had already turned respectfully away from Ceres and motioned for Pascal to do the same. Who did Noble think he was fooling? The scent of his desire was as strong as Pascal's. Ceres also carried the aroma of desire, but with Vampires it was difficult to judge their feelings. They were a promiscuous species. She could lust after her wolf guards' blood one moment and desire one of her political advisors the next. Hesitantly, Pascal turned his back. Not because Noble told him to, but because Ceres was, after all, the tribal leader and deserved respect. Still, he couldn't help thinking that she might be flirting with them. "You may turn around now," she said. Pascal approached the pool where she lounged by the edge, the water barely covering her breasts. When she changed position slightly, he caught a glimpse of her beautiful, dark nipples before they once again disappeared beneath the surface. Though Noble turned around, he remained standing where he was, his dark eyes blazing though his face looked harder than the marble around them. His long legs were braced slightly apart and even the loose-fitting black pants couldn't completely disguise the sizeable bulge of his cock. "You wanted to talk to us, my lady?" Noble asked. "Yes. A visitor will be arriving tomorrow. There is a possibility that Orien Laurence, the second son of leader Orsin of the Silvertree Tribe, will become the sire of my offspring. He will be staying with us for a time so that we can decide if we are compatible." "Congratulations, my lady," Noble stated. Pascal curled his lip. Could Noble possibly kiss ass any more? The very idea of another male sharing such intimacy with Ceres made Pascal's gut twist.

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