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The Following excerpt from CARNAL INDULGENCE is for readers 18 and over.
Excerpt from Carnal Indulgence by Kate Hill
From Changeling Press."According to the map we need to buy the ship. This needs to be an honest voyage," Chantel said.
Crispin curled his lip in disgust. "Honest? We're fucking pirates."
"Do you want Morall's Treasure or not, wolfswine?" Chantel demanded, her hand on her hip. She was losing patience fast. One thing about wolves, especially the alphas, they were nearly impossible to deal with. Usually it was their way or no way. Fortunately Chantel was just as stubborn. She had lost too much to the search for Morall's Treasure to let them destroy her chances of finding it now.
"I want it," Andre said. "We'll buy the ship."
"And share command?" Chantel added.
Crispin folded his arms across his chest and glowered at her. "Oh I'm sure that will work."
"It will if we keep ourselves under control," Chantel said, then added in her most patronizing tone. "Can you do that?"
Crispin snorted and dropped back into his chair.
Andre also sat and said, "What are we going to do about a crew?"
"The ship I have in mind can easily carry seventy-five. That means each of us can select twenty-four crewmen from our ships. Everything equal."
"Fine."
"Good."
Drawing a deep breath, Chantel released it slowly, her entire body tingling with anticipation. "Now we must bind this agreement."
"Agreed," the wolves replied in unison.
"I suggest we seal the pact in blood," Chantel said, her teeth aching to taste their delectable wolf's blood. Their scents had been driving her crazy with desire since they moment they'd met. It had been a long time since she'd teetered on the edge of control like this.
"I suggest sex," Crispin said, his voice husky and his eyes aglow with lust.
Chantel smiled. He was a wolf after her own heart.
"Why not both?" she purred, stood and tugged off her shirt. She tossed it aside, baring her full breasts with their dark brown nipples already stiff with need. She felt Andre's hot gaze upon her as she approached Crispin, sat on his lap and slipped her arms around his neck. Without hesitation he wrapped an arm around her waist, careful not to touch her with his silver claws, and buried his good hand in her hair. Their mouths met with a hunger that stole Chantel's breath. Their tongues thrust and lashed one another. His wolfish fangs clicked with her vampiric ones and they groaned with pleasure at the intensity of the emotions between them.
"You're both mad," Andre scoffed and headed for the door.
Crispin tore his mouth from Chantel's, his hand still clutching a handful of her hair, and growled, "Stop!"
Andre paused, his back to them.
"If you intend to back out of our plans, be kind enough to leave the key which is still in your treacherous hand," Crispin said.
Andre's jaw tightened and he turned on his heel, glaring at them.
"You agreed to the partnership," Crispin stated.
"I agreed to seek Morall's Treasure."
"There's another treasure right here," Crispin said, his violet gaze fixed on Chantel. "I know you want this as much as we do, Andre. I can smell your desire."
Chantel pushed away from Crispin and approached Andre, her hands languidly stroking her breasts. His gaze followed her fingertips along the full, dark mounds and he licked his lips then met her gaze. The passion in his eye was almost frightening in its intensity.
"If you're really against sealing our pact with sex, you don't have to—" Before Chantel could finish speaking, Andre grasped her in a crushing embrace and covered her mouth in a penetrating kiss. Every thrust of his tongue seem to stoke the heat in her pussy.
Her eyes closed in ecstasy, Chantel clutched his smooth shaven head. This was going to be one hell of an adventure.
The kiss seemed to last forever, stealing her breath and making her legs so weak that she leaned against him for support.
With a savage growl, Andre lifted Chantel over his shoulder and carried her toward the bed. She laughed and grabbed a handful of his tight ass. No sooner had he tossed her on the bed than Crispin, who was now completely naked, grasped her by the waist and hauled her so close that their bodies were aligned. His mouth covered hers and though this kiss was no less fierce than before, his tongue explored much more thoroughly. Between possessive thrusts, he traced every part of her mouth he could reach, stroking the inside of her cheeks and gently scraping his tongue over her fangs. She tasted droplets of his blood and shivered with vampiric lust.
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