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NSFW Snippet From Fractured Storm!

As an author, it's surprising how visual I am when it comes to locations in my books or characters. I search the internet for the perfect image in my mind (which is stupid hard to find) and save it to a folder on my computer.


Well... when I came across this image, it triggered a whole scene I had roaming around in my head but wasn't sure I would write. This super spicy scene is from Fractured Storm (Storm Series Book 4), and it's the first time Viessa encounters Liam's beast. As I wrote it, this picture (and others) were up on my screen, inspiring me.


Remember, this snippet is NSFW, but if you know my books, you know it's how I roll. ENJOY!




The king is my mate. This monthly change is a part of who he is, and I need to experience it with him. Want it. Just the vision of the big hairy beast rutting between my thighs clenches my insides. Oh, yes. Liam and I will reach a compromise tonight in order to set the standard for every lunar cycle.

A vicious growl.

My eyes widen, but I don’t dare look back as I sprint through the tall grass, leaping over fallen logs and small streams. The beast will capture me, of that I have no doubt. I’m too depleted to be much of a challenge, but the freedom of running naked, the luminous rays of the moon caressing my skin through the trees, heightens my desire, my thirst.

Claws sink into my ankle. I tumble into the soft grass, rolling with the momentum until I’m scooting backward across the meadow on my butt.

The beast watches me. He stalks with a scary focus. His enormous chest shifts with each inhale, and rough growls rumble with every exhale. The blue irises are radiant with feral intent. No one has ever studied me so... consumingly.

Why isn’t he pouncing?

With slow, tentative movements, I push up to my knees, my palms outstretched in supplication. “I willingly surrender to your beast, Liam, but I need to feed first to withstand my... your size and strength,” I whisper, hoping it infiltrates the primal urgings raging through him.

He grunts in response. Is that a yes? Shit.

He comes at me. I tense but maintain my ground. Huge hairy arms encircle my midriff as he picks me up before forcing my spine against a nearby oak. Oh crap. Our first time will be against a tree? Not how I imagined this moment going.

The creature lowers his head, sniffing my collarbone and neck. A warm tongue slides across my skin, and I shiver, coveting it between my thighs.

He hoists me against his chest, and the enticing fur rubs my achy nipples. I wrap my legs around his thick waist, grinding my slick sex against the rock-hard abs covered in the smooth, silvery coat.

When his huge palm cradles the back of my skull, imploring me closer to his wide neck, I realize this is the beast’s way of informing me he wishes me to feed.

After months of deprivation, I strike, penetrating through the thickened skin and luxurious fur, straight into the large jugular. Liam’s blood is richer than before. It scalds my tongue and throat, warming me from the inside out, but the transformation in power jolts through me like a live wire.

I snake my arms around his colossal shoulders and wiggle closer, and for the first time in months, the visions and voices quiet, and energy courses through my system. Liam growls low before shifting somewhat to arrange his massive erection directly over my core.

Rough bark bites into my back as the fierce beast ruts against my slick folds, but the slight pain is nothing compared to the firestorm his prick is building against my sex. I gulp down pure summer rain as tiny explosions flare to life in my abdomen, advancing through my frame like a wildfire out of control.

His neck muffles my cry as I burst in a thousand different directions, a tornado of sensations spinning and spiraling as I continue to draw deep on his generous vein. My sex convulses, begging for his cock.

Wow. That was... the sensations were... a hundred times more enhanced than bringing myself off.

With Liam’s animal grunts and low rumbles—his massive hardness sliding back and forth, slicked by the evidence of my passion—he strikes that swollen, achy bundle with every upward thrust, and I sense another explosion is imminent.

Gluttoned on his blood, I pull free, not bothering to lick the wounds closed. Within seconds, the punctures seal.

I lean back, peer into the altered face of my mate, and pump my hips in time with his. The piercing blue gaze devours me, lighting me up. “Liam!” I shriek, dropping my head against the timber as I let the orgasm overtake me. His howl joins me seconds later as his torrid seed sears my belly.

When his muzzle burrows against my neck, I freeze. I can’t allow him to bite me. It would forfeit both our lives.

My strength fully restored, I stiffen, bracing to shove him away when he suddenly lets go. I plummet to the ground on my ass. Before I can recover, my mate has me flipped over on all fours. I tense, expecting his massive girth to spear into me at any moment. Desperate, I dig my nails into the earth and grip handfuls of grass, prepared to endure the pain and hold on for dear life.

I’m astonished when the beast kneels behind me and nuzzles my core. His low, needy whine melts any meager resistance, and I lower my chest to the cool ground, hiking my butt in the air, exposing my backside to the creature salivating for a taste.

The first lap of his rough tongue causes my knees to tremble, and when he sets in, lapping up the juices he created, my eyes roll back in my head as every revelation and voice constantly harassing me recedes into the background in the face of such pure fucking bliss.

His claws grip my hips as his fiery tongue licks me from clit to anus. This is deviant, naughty, and oh-so wicked, but I couldn’t care less. Evident by my moaning his name repeatedly and spreading my thighs further to offer him better access.

Liam’s low growls of dominance and grunts of pleasure against my ass shoot me over the proverbial edge once more, and I cry out, shoving my palms along the deep grass, gyrating my hips with urgent need against his face.


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