Guest Cherise Sinclair: "Winter of the Wolf" with Rated X Excerpt

The Wild Hunt Legacy 2:
  Winter of the Wolf 
by Cherise Sinclair 

It's a thrill and an honor to have Cherise Sinclair as my guest this week. Cherise's Masters of the Shadowlands series were the first BDSM erotic romances I'd ever read, which inspired me to want to write in this subgenre, too. And her HOUR OF THE LION, book one in the Wild Hunt Legacy, which she released last year, was my first paranormal shapeshifter novel (and first menage). I fell in love with a secondary character there--an older shifter named Zeb. (Cherise and I have a thing for older heroes--and dominant males whose names start with Z apparently!)

So, when I asked her if she'd guest blog here with the release of her second book in the Wild Hunt Legacy, she agree and I squeeeeeeeeed just as loudly as I did last summer when she said she couldn't wait to read my first book. I won't keep you from her writing any longer, but be prepared. This one's NOT SAFE FOR WORK, because it's red hawt!

~ Blurb for Winter of the Wolf ~

After years in foster care, Breanne Gallagher has the stable life she’s always wanted, living with her foster-sister, working as a chef, enjoying her comfortable routines. Then one devastating night, a hellish creature invades her apartment and shatters her fragile existence. Shifting between monster and man, it slaughters her foster sister and assaults Bree. Alone, wounded, her beloved home tainted by gruesome memories, Bree flees to a tiny wilderness town, following her only clue to her past. 

Shapeshifting warriors, Zeb and Shay move from one pack to another, hunting the hellhounds which prey on their kind. Assigned to Cold Creek, they take over management of a decrepit fishing lodge for their "human" cover. Their first renter is a pretty human female who trembles at the sight of them—yet stands her ground. Furious at the hurt they see in her eyes, the protective nomads are drawn into helping her. Although no shapeshifter is ever attracted to a human, her scent is oddly compelling, and her ferocious determination to conquer her fears ignites longings neither loner ever expected to face.

Bree is healing, learning to shoot the biggest pistol she can find, and overcoming her fears, especially of the two deadly, disconcertingly attractive hunters. Her life is getting back on track…until she tries to save a little girl from a hellhound and discovers that everything she knows about herself is false.

~ Excerpt for Winter of the Wolf ~

Sucking a cock was amazing. Bree tongued the thick winding veins on Zeb’s shaft—tight, yet elastic. What else can I do? She tried alternating licking and taking him deep in her throat.

When his hand tightened in her hair, she had a second of panic. Her head jerked up, and, even as his grip released, she met his eyes. So black. Yet, despite the aroused flush in his face, he was watching her carefully, making sure she was all right. She smiled. Heavens, she loved doing this for him.

She paused to nuzzle the hair beside his cock. Here, his dark forest scent was muskier, richer. As she inhaled, her pussy thickened with blood, pulsing with hunger.

She tried to push her need aside, but it was sweeping her away, blurring her thoughts. Shay moved closer. His hands ran over her bottom, and his body heated the back of her thighs. As fire sizzled through her veins, she groaned.

Zeb jumped and sucked in a breath. Shay chuckled. “Do that again, a leannan. My bràthair likes it.”

Really? She groaned again. Hummed. Growled. And this time when Zeb’s fingers fisted in her hair, she didn’t panic. She giggled.

“You’re killing me, little female.” Zeb’s voice had gone an octave lower, sending tingles across her skin.

Rather than answering, she started bobbing her head, sucking with each upstroke.

“Very nice,” Shay said. His resonant voice filled in all the gaps that Zeb’s had left, as if adding the other melody to Pachelbel’s Canon. He clasped her hip with one hand, using the other to guide his cock to her entrance.

Oh please, now. She choked, lost her rhythm, and Zeb’s hand guided her back into it.

“Breanne, whatever you do to Zeb, I’ll do to you.” Shay slowly pushed inside her, filling her, stretching her.

Her whole body shivered in delight, in growing need. Deeper. Pound me. Take me.

“If you want slow, then slow down,” Shay said. “You stop. I’ll stop. Suck him deeper, and I’ll go deeper.” His cock pulled out until it was only an inch inside her. Not moving.

Nooo. She wiggled to no avail before realizing her lips were closed lightly over the head of Zeb’s shaft. Not moving. Oh. As she lowered her head and sucked his cock into her mouth, Shay’s erection pushed back inside her, rolling a wave of heat before it.

She lifted her mouth off the shaft in her mouth. The shaft in her pussy pulled out.

A shiver ran through her. Need more. She took a firmer grip on the base of Zeb’s cock, and Shay’s hands tightened on her hips. As her lips closed over the velvety head, sweat trickled between her breasts. The room seemed to have turned into a sauna. Her pussy throbbed…almost matching that of the erection in her hands.

She ventured a look at Zeb. His lids were half-closed as he watched her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Shay’s jaw was tight, and his muscles almost vibrated with his desire to pound into her. Had she ever felt so needed? Wanted?

But he didn’t move. He was waiting for her. Her lips curved. Sneaky Shay. We’re all going to enjoy this.

She pulled Zeb into her mouth, so fast and hard that he groaned.

Shay thrust into her so deep and hard that electricity ripped through her body.

Work it, Bree. She did, bobbing and sucking and doing her best to deep-throat. Faster and harder. Shay pounded into her, faster and harder, exactly matching her movements. Her thoughts whirled away as the need inside her grew, as she clenched around the cock inside her.

When she lifted her head, Zeb’s fingers in her hair tightened, not painfully but firmly. His thighs pressed against her sides, the muscles rigid. He was close.

The base of his cock thickened, and with a desperate growl, he tugged her back onto his shaft. She relaxed her throat, taking him deeper…and he came. Startled but delighted, she swallowed frantically, and the salty, musky taste shoved her arousal to a higher pitch.

Eyes closed, he groaned in satisfaction. A glow of joy ran through her. I put that contented expression on his face. Smiling, she licked him gently as he softened.

Shay had paused.

“Fuck, Bree.” Zeb opened his eyes. His hand cradled her face. “That was beautiful. Thank you.” His surprised gratitude brought tears to her eyes. Did no one ever put this man first? He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “Your turn, little female.” He glanced at Shay.

Shay’s hands tightened on her hips. “Hang on, a leannan, I’m going to take you hard.”

Rather than frightening her, the thought was perfect.

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