THE HEAT by Laura Tolomei

THE HEAT by Laura Tolomei

Virtus Saga Book Six

Too much gossip, too much sex, too much heat…but alas, too little trust

Over the gossip, over the passion, over the sex, over any possible explanation…because of the pledge, the heat will overwhelm them, in and out of the Hall, in and out of bed.

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~Excerpt~

What woke her? Mouth dry, throat parched, she twisted in bed, uncomfortable in the terrible heat that was making her sweat. Temperature set at an unbearable high, it enflamed her flesh with fiery waves, to the point she wanted to peel her skin off, literally. Right after, an uncontrollable craving hit her, like a hard blow to the stomach and like a furious throb of her clit, so painful she would have ripped it off, if given half the chance. Still, it was nothing compared to the swelling of her *****, aching to have something rigid and thick pump it until it split it apart. But it could not be any ****. It had to be Chris and Duncan’s stiff equipment stuffing her to her eyeballs. Only theirs would do, not separately either, absolutely together and in the same spot.

The flames became scorching. To try and quench them, Ylianor rubbed her clit, hoping it would burst and bring some measure of cool relief. Not an available option! Flicking the tight knot impatiently only increased her yearning for the two gorgeous men, as images of their erections filled her senses and emptied her lungs of air. She had to have them. It was as plain as that. Nothing else would do, if she did not want to become a pile of black cinders.

Rushing off the bed, Ylianor put on the first thing that came under her hand. The dirty shirt she had worn since the day before smelled awful, but she could not waste a single second to look for something decent. Between her legs, a pool dripped steadily down her thighs, partly absorbed by the soiled pants, mostly irritating her skin. She had to have them now!

Sure, they would get mad. Sure, they wanted to be alone. Sure, it would be an unforgivable breach of privacy—one it was doubtful they would understand. But Ylianor could not give a damn right at the moment. If bad came to worse, she would throw herself at their mercy, promise to be their eternal slave also out of bed, anything to have them drill her slit until it assuaged the extreme heat. Sure, it was not much of a plan, but she had neither the time nor the inclination to think of something better.
Getting to the door, she flung it open and ran out, leaping to cross the hallway and take the stairway to the prince’s room, when a strong hand pinned her to a wall.

“In a hurry, Princess?”

“I…” Her stomach caved in. “I…” She swallowed hard.

“Let’s not waste time, lover.” On the other side, the demon grabbed and hauled her back into the room. “I’m so hot I can’t wait to **** the shit out of her.” Hardly inside the room, he pulled down her pants, after hurling her on the mattress. Then his **** possessed her ****, all the way up to her throat.

Gasping loudly, Ylianor searched for Duncan frantically. However good the demon’s shaft, it was not enough, no, not even close. The two had to claim her simultaneously, was she ever to be free of the insatiable desire melting her senses every second more. As if reading her mind, Chris rolled her on top of him, offering her back to Prince Caldwell. And since it seemed abundantly clear they were under her same spell, it was no surprise he sank into the very same ***** Chris was already plundering with tenacious beats. So it was the end of her. Never in her life had she felt so stuffed and sated, with their two marble pieces ravaging the same tender flesh that had screamed dissatisfaction only moments before. Now one wave after another swept her away, unstoppable and ablaze, coiling from the **** up to the last of her hair and down to the tips of her toes.

If her reaction seemed exaggerated, it was nothing compared to her lovers’, who came together, probably carried by her identical tide, which did not leave them limp and dry, quite the contrary.

Again, they moved, their shafts rubbing against one another as much as against her drenched compartment. She never wanted them to pull out, would have died had they even threatened it. She wanted them to keep hammering her until time stood still, literally. So they complied. Or maybe the new climax forced them to stay right where they were. With the current engulfing her first, she screamed over and over, convulsing on the double erections buried to her lungs. Then they came, pausing just the time to shoot their sperm up to her stomach, resuming the steady banging immediately afterward. And the cycle continued to repeat itself, as though they were all trapped inside a loop from which there was no escape.

How long did it last? Impossible to tell. They remained entwined for an eternity, without altering position for hours, neither man wanting to retreat from her snug, hot, dripping hole…well, almost. Eventually they shifted, Chris taking the back and leaving the front to Duncan, which made it more blissful, in a way she would have never imagined and neither had her lovers, judging from their unwavering arousal. It seemed impossible her men, who loved to flip her around in the most outrageous positions, would have no qualms in using one alone and for so long, without losing an inch of their erections or of their copious floods. It was pure incredible. The sex kept coming like it did at the Nephis Valley, with the exception of Chris favoring her front, which was definitely a first for him, competing with the prince over who would get deeper, while she groaned in pleasure. No, it was better than the Nephis Valley, more intense and—

“Ylianor, are you awake?” The knock froze her. “I don’t have time to come in…”

Thank the gods. Confused, Ylianor raised her gaze and got caught inside the black eyes’ ironic glint. Where am I?

“We’re running behind schedule with the dinner, and the Sentry’s early arrival made things more hectic.”

Held in Duncan’s embrace, Ylianor realized his **** was still firmly stuck inside her ****.

“On top of this, I can’t find the leader anywhere. Everyone’s already in the golden dining room waiting for him, and I have no idea where he is. I’ve been up to his room several times, but he’s not answering.”

Someone nudged her from behind, shoving also his balls, along with the rest of the rigid rod, up her *****, probably to make her focus again.

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THE DEMON WAITER by Laura Tolomei

THE DEMON WAITER by Laura Tolomei

Can you survive trying to convince a demon he's your soul mate?

Now he had the place. He had the lovers. He had the simultaneous come. And tonight was Halloween.

He hadn't expected it. Not at all. And yet there it was, Laurent De Berger's heart wish was a...impossible!

And to think he had done it by the book, have sex in a dusty ghost town saloon with Anthony and Renee on Halloween night, only to find out...no, he still couldn't believe it! But since there was no going around it, what to do now?

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“One thing at a time. First let me introduce myself.” It was a reassuringly normal man, and he looked like one, too—tall, old with wise brown eyes and white hair. “I’m Sallas, your host.” He bowed deeply.

“And I am—”

“Oh, no need to introduce yourself. I know all about you, M’sieur Laurent De Berger, and I must congratulate you on having succeeded.”

“In what?”

“Why, in summoning the demon world. Wasn’t that what you were trying to do?” The piercing eyes gave him a thorough inspection. “And you’re one of the very few who actually managed it.”

“Then it’s true?” Not believing his ears, Laurent glanced around and unfortunately caught another horrifying sight that left no doubts to the authenticity of the words.

Next to the pile of skinned alive, there was a line-up of low wooden benches with a series of men in front of them. On top of the stands, horned midget-like critters no taller than Laurent’s waist were practicing expert blowjobs, judging from the results, on cocks that at first refused to react. But such must’ve been the tiny rascals power of persuasion, Laurent soon saw them grow into thick erections holding up on their own. At that point, the midgets scuttled away. In their place, huge beasts swung large fiery red bladed axes over the innocent dicks, cutting them off with single blows. Blood spurted everywhere as the men seemed to shout in pain and anger, though none of it reached Laurent, save the sight of their bodies sagging to the floor like balloons deflated too fast. Once to the ground, the men were either finished off by a series of other hits or pushed aside, still agonizing for life, depending on the executioners’ whim. Either way, a fresh batch that would suffer the same fate replaced the mutilated ones.

“Yes, this is our world and you’re very welcome here, M’sieur.” With another elaborate show of it, Sallas bowed low for the second time.

“But…those people over there…” Uncertain, he gestured at the heap of corpses littering the hardboard floor and covering it with smeary bloody red streaks.

“Those are the stupid fools who think they can use Halloween to their advantage.” He chuckled sarcastic. “Their plan is usually to enslave a demon until he reveals the secret of long life or surrenders his power, not knowing there are right and wrong ways to go about it.”

“But it’s too high a price to pay even for stupidity…” Laurent’s horrified gaze didn’t know where to look now.

“Don’t feel sorry for them. You don’t know to what lengths some people will go to get what they want,” Sallas retorted philosophically. “If their ends justify their means, like they claim, then so do ours, and nothing’s too bad for them, not even what my friends over there are about to do.”

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VIRTUS SAGA: THE FESTIVAL by Laura Tolomei

THE FESTIVAL - Virtus Saga Book 3 by Laura Tolomei

Prisoner of their whims, it was impossible to resist them further. With a shock of pleasure, she realized they were her masters - not just one, but both - to which she surrendered herself, body first, juggled upward and sideways, until she had no choice but to ride their tide, swept along with their passion, swelling uncontrollably as they drove her into bliss, her convulsions squeezing them dry.


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EXCERPT:

Pulling Chris down on the floor, Duncan grabbed his hair and threw back his head. “Now shut up and suck me clean. I don’t want your ass all over my cock today.”

“Afraid of the truth?” The blond angel sneered.

“I said, suck, not talk!” And with a shove, he gained Chris’s mouth, entering like an avalanche in the warm cavity that immediately trapped him as the tongue worked fast to lick it clean. And it felt so damn good to have only Chris’s supreme expertise working his magic on him, shutting out the lights, the humming, the pyramids, but mostly the truth from his tired mind, his wet laps filling his senses to the rim until nothing remained except the sucks, the plunges, the drowning. Yet, however much he wanted it to end right there and then, his cock craved the tight space it had been forced to abandon, so he had no choice but to grab Chris and pull him up against a wall, legs open, buttocks spread, ass hole exposed to receive him. The minute he crashed inside, everything stopped again to focus only on the movement, the tightness, the rhythm and Chris himself, his wonderful body pressing against his every time he pushed forward. His piercing smell filling his nostrils and mouth as he repeatedly bit the angel’s neck, Duncan wrapped his hand around the straining erection, wanting to jerk him off at the same tempo he was keeping in his ass, just to speed up the loss of the same control that had already slipped away from him. And since he was good with his hands, the angel could not resist long, flooding his palm at the same instant his own knot of emotions burst like a balloon inside the accommodating ass, wracking everything in its wake.

Exhausted, he wanted to collapse on Chris’s back, but his lover turned around and embraced him tightly.

“Because the unfortunate answer to both our questions is no and there’s not a damn thing either of us can do about it,” Chris whispered wryly in his ear before reclining his head on the prince’s shoulder.

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