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Well, I’m running out of days to show you all the snippets of wolfdom I have in this series, but here’s another where the were isn’t the good guy. And since you’ve been good, there’s a nasty bit of ménage to wash it down with.
Remember, tomorrow’s the day A Long Howl Good Night releases!
“…Delilah Devlin is a wonderful author and First Knight is a good example of her amazing skill with the written word. This novella pulls you into the life of Mattie. She is a sweet character with a huge stubborn streak. I love the way she is such a strong woman, she just takes charge of things other people would lose hope about. Garon is a super sexy warrior that is just full of surprises. All the characters come to life with their vivid descriptions. The whole story is full of action. With great sex scenes throughout the entire story. This is a tale of deep, true love with a little something extra! I enjoyed First Knight and think you will too!” 5 Hearts from The Romance Studio
“Delilah Devlin creates a world that effectively meshes the genres of paranormal, romance, and a bit of history into a story that keeps the reader enchanted from beginning to end…” 4 Stones from Siren Book Reviews
“Ms. Devlin gives the readers what they want and so much more. I loved First Knight and it rocked my world.” 5 Angels from Fallen Angels Reviews
While hiding her true identity, Maddie must seduce the mysterious Lord Garon to cement their marriage contract to ensure she won’t be returned into her lecherous stepfather’s care.
Fresh from Crusade in Palestine, Lord Garon has a secret he must hide, a hunger that must be fed, and a dark and uncertain future. Having shed himself of a fiancée he never met, he’s home to lick his wounds. The only thing he wants is a warm-blooded meal—but the new housekeeper is strangely insistent on giving him much more.
She stared at Garon then glanced at Raymond, whose body was readied for her. His reddened cock thrust straight up from a thatch of dark hair. Every sharpened edge of his body and face reflected a powerful, primitive need.
He was so like her husband. In every way.
Garon didn’t want her to feel guilt for her pleasure. Maddie didn’t want him to worry that she wasn’t grateful for all the thought he’d given to her future happiness. And she certainly didn’t want Raymond thinking there would never be room in her heart for him. She only hoped he’d understand that, for now, Garon held precedence.
Maddie accepted Garon’s hand and came to her knees, moving to the side and beckoning Raymond with a gesture to take the center of the bed.
Raymond lay down, emotion tightening his jaw. His gaze never left her face. Even lying down, his frame was impressive. Broad shoulders, muscles defined by deep valleys and swollen hills. The dusting of dark hair that stretched between his flat nipples arrowed down his abdomen, broadening again to frame his sex.
His cock drew her fascinated gaze again. It stood perpendicular to his body, pulsing. The satiny cap offering the only hint of softness or vulnerability. All else was hard, veined and twitching for her to do something.
Still holding Garon’s hand, Maddie straddled Raymond, but too low around his hips to take him inside her. She scooted down the bed, her knees enclosing his thighs, and then bent to caress his sex with her mouth.
She hoped her husband understood. That she wanted to prove to Raymond she desired him as well as his seed.
Raymond’s garbled curse made her smile. His hands clutched the bedding beneath him, bunching up the sheets, but he seemed to fear touching her.
She licked him up and down then grasped his shaft and swirled around and around the crown. Only then did she meet his gaze, challenging him with her eyes.
Fierce color flooded his face. His hands lifted slowly. Fingers thrust through her hair. Still he didn’t guide her, simply petted her head while she took him deeper into her mouth.
His scent and taste was unique. Not off-putting in the least, but not the same as Garon’s. She liked that, knowing that she’d be able to distinguish them even in the dark.
When at last she rose and fitted his cock between her legs, his hands clutched her hips with familiarity.
Maddie braced her hands against his chest and eased down his cock, the long glide soothed by the moisture her body spilled. When her mons met the crisp curls at his groin, she glanced to the side.
Garon’s face was red and sweating. His eyes a little dazed when they met hers. “I didn’t know I would be so aroused watching you take another.”
Maddie smiled. “You can do more than watch.”
Garon’s smile was slow and stretched to reveal the twin points that descended with his rising passion. He crawled behind her and cupped her buttocks, helping her to rise and fall faster on Raymond’s cock.
“I would halt my own pleasure and see to yours,” Raymond ground out. “If you would stop moving…milady.”
Maddie thought his formality comical and giggled. She slid a hand between her legs and ringed his cock. Air hissed between his teeth.
“Is that better?” she asked.
“Sweet God,” he whispered. “Garon, she will kill me.”
“Maddie likes to be in charge,” Garon murmured. Then he pushed her down until she bent low over Raymond’s chest.
This close, face-to-face, she could only stare into his brown eyes and note the gold flecks that surrounded his pupils. A difference. One she hoped would be passed to her children because they softened his stare. Oddly, lying here with their faces poised inches apart was so much more intimate than being joined below. She was tempted to explore his mouth, but she’d promised Garon.
Garon shaped her hips, tilting them up. His finger circled her forbidden hole.
She bit her lip and felt heat flood her cheeks.
Raymond’s mouth stretched into a masculine grin, the sparkle in his eyes saying he knew exactly what Garon dared. Her husband had played there before. Used fingers and the tip of his cock to tease her, but she didn’t know if she could do this with Raymond knowing just how wanton she really was.
Garon thrust a finger into her arse and Maddie cried out, rolling her hips and dragging her quim forward and back along Raymond’s cock.
“Your wife’s pleasure is drowning my cock,” Raymond gritted out.
“I have need of her moisture for what I want.”
“Thanks for warning me,” Raymond muttered.
Garon sank behind her, his tongue tracking the crevice of her ass then circling her hole, lapping lazily around and around, wetting her. His fingers slid along the outside her folds, skimming the moisture, no doubt skimming against Raymond’s cock, but Raymond only lifted an eyebrow in response, daring her to mention it.
Maddie grinned down at him and rubbed her pebble-hard nipples against his chest. “Do you know that Garon considers me insatiable?”
“I gathered that. I have been positioned at your door every night since we arrived.”
“Did it bother you, listening to us?”
“A time or two the twins gave me sweet release while I listened.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Will you continue to turn to them? Not that it’s any of my concern.”
Raymond scooped his lips along her cheek. “I believe I will have no need of them.”
“Everyone in the keep will wonder about you.”
“Do you want me to fuck the sisters?”
“Not really. But I don’t want you to think me greedy or jealous.”
“Your husband is first in your heart. I understand that. I am here only because he needs me. You need me. It is enough for now.”
She kissed his cheeks, one at a time then groaned because Garon had decided that he wouldn’t be ignored. His cock slipped between her buttocks and traveled up and down the crease. Then he held her cheeks apart and pushed the tip against her hole.
Maddie’s eyes closed and she moaned as he pushed inside.
Raymond slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed her love knot.
Garon pushed deeper and shivers racked her body. Her jaw dropped open and her pulse built at her temple, in her sex, until she felt on the verge of exploding.
“It’s all right, Maddie,” Raymond whispered, kissing her cheek and her hair. “Let go.”
A kiss landed on the back of her neck and Maddie sobbed, canting her head. Garon growled against her skin then bit deep.
The bite spurred them all on. Raymond’s fingers swirled over the top of her sex, his hips bucked beneath her, driving his cock deep.
Garon suctioned against her skin, pulling blood from her and stoking the fire curling in her womb until it flared and she screamed.
The men moved her forward and back with their strokes, firm hands molding to her curves. Maddie could only weather the storm erupting inside her as first Raymond then Garon shouted and pounded faster. When at last their movements slowed, Maddie sagged against Raymond’s chest.
All three were coated with sweat. The smell of sex permeated the small room. The wet sounds the men made as they disengaged from her body made her smile as she drifted into sleep.
“How can she look so innocent when she sleeps?” Raymond whispered, turning to deposit her on the mattress.
Garon grunted. “She has no shame. ‘Tis a blessing.”
Raymond sighed and pushed his hair off his face. “I supposed I should slip away. I’ll meet you inside the bailey so no one thinks anything’s amiss.”
Garon reached across Maddie and gripped Raymond’s forearm. “Thank you.”
Raymond shook his head. “There’s no need. You honor me.”
Garon let his hand slide away. Raymond strode out of the room. His gaze returned to his wife who sleepily opened her eyes.
“So many blessings,” she said, sighing.
Garon kissed her forehead and pulled her closer to his body. “Blessings,” he repeated then realized it was true. While his time with Maddie would be fleeting, he’d carry the joy in his heart for all his life. He’d have the duty of watching over the family she made, the family who would carry his name.
* * * * *
The horses whinnied shrilly, waking him. Then a rustling at the doorway drew Garon’s attention from Maddie, and he looked up to find a wolf filling the doorway, its head lowered and its hackles raised. Howls yipped around the clearing beyond the door, and Garon’s heart thudded sluggishly in his chest.
Good lord, he hadn’t seen this coming. His outriders had followed Eustace all the way to his keep, and he’d kept men roaming the outer edges of his own demesne to watch for signs the wolf might return.
So this was how it would end. “Eustace,” he said softly. “Let’s take the battle outside.”
Maddie stirred beside him, her eyes slamming open and her heading jerking to the fading light spilling through the doorway, framing the dark wolf.
The wolf snarled and snapped its teeth but backed away from the doorway, allowing Garon a moment to push Maddie firmly away.
“You can’t,” she whispered, trying to hold him back. “He’ll kill you.”
Garon gave her one last look. “Don’t give him a reason to harm you. Raymond will come for you.”
Then he walked nude into the clearing outside the door. Men encircled the cottage. Scurrying feet farther in the forest indicated at least two more wolves served as sentinels.
Garon strode to the well and slowly pulled on his clothing, careful not to move toward his weapons. Eustace seemed content to savor the moment, his wide canine smile displaying his large fangs. A wolf in the woods yipped then howled, and then all three raised their voices.
They celebrated too soon.
The whistle of arrows, one after the other, sent Eustace’s men scurrying for cover, but they fell like trees, toppling into one another. In the forest, a wolf yipped then made a frenzied growl that lengthened, deepening in its fervor until it abruptly ended.
Garon stood, staring down at Eustace, whose frame quivered as his gaze darted around the clearing at the small contingent he’d brought with him. All dead now.
Raymond strode out of the forest, carrying a bow with an arrow already nocked and the string pulled taut.
Garon held up his hand to halt Raymond. “Only if he defeats me,” he said. “Protect Maddie.”
He locked his gaze with the wolf’s. “We finish this today.”
The wolf trembled then shook his fur and padded side to side as Garon bent his knees and let the change overtake him, the bony structure of his forehead and cheeks crackling as they pushed outward, his arms, legs and torso expanding and hardening.
He called to his inner beast and let him crawl forward, crowding Garon into the back of his own mind where he watched as the beast shook his head, cracked his neck side to side and hastened the descent of his fangs.
The winner of yesterday’s contest (by random number generator), and pulled from entrants here on this blog and Facebook, is…Kirsten! Congrats, Kirsten! Be sure to email me with your choice from my backlisted MIK titles!