Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Friday, December 23, 2016

It's #Winter, But He'll Keep Her Warm In The #Snow. ;-)

Hey Everyone!! :-)

With Christmas almost here, I thought I'd give you a peek at how the King of the Winter Court of Fairie keeps his soulmate warm in the snow. Enjoy! :-)

Excerpt from Captivated By The Winter King:
Cupping the back of his Anamchara's head in his hand, Ankou threaded his fingers through her short, red hair and tilted her neck to the side. He laid a gentle kiss against her throat, over the spot where her pulse fluttered beneath her skin. Sliding his other hand up her belly, he cupped her left breast and squeezed it until she gasped. Maintaining his grip on her head, he watched her expression as he eased his hand back over her stomach and slid it beneath her lace panties.

Kate's breath caught in her throat at the feel of her lover's fingers exploring the folds of her sex. Her eyes refused to focus, and she couldn't help thrusting herself into his hand. If he kept that up, it wouldn't take long for her to climax. When he pulled back, she groaned in frustration.

Pleased with his Anamchara's level of arousal, the Winter king nibbled his way up her neck, sucking her earlobe between his lips and nipping it. "Kate?" he whispered in her ear. "Are you with me?"

"Mmmm?" she moaned. When he reached up and pinched her nipple, she gasped and writhed against him. "Yes, Master," she breathed

"Good. I'm going to ask you to trust me now. Can you do that?"

Blinking, she turned her head and looked into his eyes. "Yes, Master, I can do that."

He gave her a naughty grin and waved his hand, snuffing out all the candles in the room.

Jumping, Kate looked around in the sudden darkness. The only illumination in the room came from the fire in the hearth at the far end. The flickering light of the flames cast writhing shadows across everything, making it difficult for her to see.

Ankou walked over to the chest of drawers and selected two bottles of lube and two dildos. Returning with his selections, he stood in front of his mate and studied her. Her pale skin was bright in the dim light, and her expression was open. Trusting. Smiling, he held up one of the dildos and coated it with simple lubricant.

It was made of wood and the smaller of the two, only about four inches long and two inches in diameter. Still, he made sure it was well lubricated. Stepping up to his lover, he pressed his body against the front of hers and wrapped his left arm around her waist. Holding her still against him, he used his right hand to slide the small toy underneath her panties and between her ass cheeks.

Kate gasped and stiffened in his arms. Looking down at her he said, "Kate?" She didn't respond at first, so he repeated himself. "Kate?" When she looked up at him, he asked, "Have you ever had anything here before?" He rubbed the tip of the dildo against her anus.

Shaking her head, she said, "No, but I trust you, Master."

Smiling, he said, "Good, then try to relax." When he felt her muscles loosen, he gently worked the toy into her ass. He pumped it slowly in and out, sliding it a little further inside with each thrust. When it was fully seated, he asked, "How does that feel?"

Concentrating on the full sensation, she answered, "Strange, but not bad, Master."

"Give it some time. It should start to feel good soon." Stepping back, he picked up the other dildo from the bench where he had left it. This one was larger, both in length and girth, and made of bone. It had been constructed in sections around a central core, and the sections could move and rotate independently of each other. Some of the sections were covered with bumps and ridges. Lubricating this one as well, he knelt in front of his mate and sucked on her clitoris through the lace of her underwear.

She bucked against him and cried out, "Yes!"

And remember, ebooks make great stocking-stuffers. ;-)  Merry Christmas! :-)

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