Set in Stone - excerpt

Set in Stone by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Unedited excerpt: She was far from an expert on Italian architecture but impressive didn’t begin to encompass her initial reaction to Villa La Torano. According to the faxed data on the property, the villa’s architecture was a double-projecting portico-loggia motif inspired by Palladio. A focal point in the center of the structure was a one-of-a-kind statuary gallery. Since the commission on this property alone might surpass her annual gross income, she was willing to learn about the architecture. It certainly wouldn’t be an easy sell but it would be worth the time invested. Her two-inch heels clicked on the cobblestone path leading to the front entranceway. To the right, she noted a sculptured fountain. It was weathered but certainly salvageable. “Hello,” Sarah called at the arched entranceway. The door was open but she felt she should announce her presence. “Back here,” a male voice bellowed. Following the sound of voices, Sarah strolled down a long hallway. Her eyes were having difficulty absorbing the delicate carvings and inlaid architecture. She wondered if an auction was in the works, since plastic-covered furnishings were still in place. Plastic and dust covered everything. The place could certainly use a thorough cleaning. The rhythmic click of her heels on the Tuscany marble floors made her wish she’d worn flats. As she rounded the corner, a man waved at her from the end of the hall. Plastering a smile on her face, she proceeded. “Lorenzo, I presume.” She held out her perfectly manicured hand as she approached the man. At his nod, she shook his hand and introduced herself. “I’m Sarah Livingston, from Elite Real Estate. We spoke earlier.” She handed him her gold-embossed business card. “Yes. Very good. We were just having a look around. Maybe you would like to start in the foyer.” “Why not start here? I’m sure Ms. Livingston can appreciate the raw beauty of the gallery.” Jacob spoke from inside the room, his sarcastic tone belying the words. Lorenzo’s dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he shuffled out of the way. Sarah smelled a trap. She squared her shoulders, prepared for anything—almost anything. Stepping into the doorway, Sarah’s gaze was drawn to the high, vaulted ceiling decorated with carvings and mosaics. The sound of Jacob’s voice drew her gaze. “What do you think?” Sarah turned toward him, opening her mouth to reply, but no words formed. Jacob stood next to a statue. An erotic statue set in a niche. A woman, on hands and knees, sucked a man’s exaggeratedly proportioned cock. Sarah blinked rapidly and turned to focus elsewhere. That’s when she discovered that there was a niche about every twelve feet. Each niche brandished its own statue. One more blatantly erotic than the next. Each had a variant position and some a variant of gender. While male/female seemed the majority motif, occasional female/female and even male/male positions were proudly displayed. She thought her head might spin off her shoulders. “Good lord!” she muttered. Now she understood the reporter’s comments. Even by current standards, the room was a bit shocking. For more info: http://www.la-day.com

Feral Intensity - Excerpt

Feral Intensity by L.A. Day Copyright 2008 Book 3 of the Faldron Shifters Series M/M Erotic Romance Setup: Dirk meets Rian for the first time and discovers his mate is a male. Unedited Excerpt: Introductions commenced but Dirk tuned it all out until the leader extended his hand to him. His heart thundered as the bronze hand engulfed his in a firm grip. The alpha’s thumb caressed the back of his hand and his stomach muscles clenched. The dull, persistent ache that seemed ever present in his balls, ignited in fierce desire. With hands locked, Dirk raised his gaze to meet the other male’s dark, hungry eyes and his world shifted. Full lips curled up at the corners as the male spoke in a low, husky voice. “I am Rian. It is an honor to meet you.” Dirk breathed in a slow pant as his mind whirled with possibilities. It can’t be! There had to be some mistake. Rian released his hand and he felt bereft at the loss of the touch. A smug smile curled Rian’s lips and Dirk’s heart beat triple time. Lust, hotter than he’d ever felt, churned in his gut. Conversation between the two alphas swirled around his head but he couldn’t absorb the words. From time to time, Rian’s dark eyes turned to him and he felt his gaze as a heated caress. The male’s scent entranced him. Taking a step backward, Dirk took a deep, cleansing breath as he tried to clear his mind. Turning away, he pretended vigilance to his duty as guard of the area. His eyes roved the darkened woods but his mind screamed with panic as he attempted to reason out his dilemma. Dirk wasn’t a scholar of philosophy or pack history. What he did know was that for the shape-shifting races lifemates were predestined. Times were changing, the breeds were mixing. He didn’t know why the fates had chosen to mix the breeds, he only knew that they had. Gionne and Jenna were an example as was Gionne’s sister, Riza and her mate, Leon the feline alpha. He had almost taken both of the females as mates but destiny had stepped in and united them with their true mates. Looking back, Dirk didn’t know why he’d willingly wanted to mate with females he’d known were not his true mates. Dirk sighed! Had part of him known what his future held? Was he trying to hide from a truth he knew within himself? His gaze flashed back toward Rian. Had destiny chosen this male as his mate? He wasn’t ready to accept it. Though the coyotes were known for trickery, he wouldn’t fall easily for their games. As the meeting came to an end, Dirk felt Rian’s questioning gaze upon him but he did not acknowledge the connection. His spine tingled. His beast wanted out. The call to mate was clear but he would fight it. Time would tell if this coyote was his true mate. For more info: http://www.la-day.com Other books in the series. Faldron Shifters – Book One- Feral Domination Faldron Shifters – Book Two – Feral Lust

Dominating my Man

Dominating my Man!
By, L.A. Day

He relaxed against the headboard. His thighs spread wide with one knee bent. His cock was long and firm sprouting from a nest of dark curls, beneath his arousal hung his large, heavy sac.
Submissively, I crawled between his legs my eyes downcast just the way he liked. First, I inhaled his strong, musky scent. The scent guaranteed to make me wet.

I nuzzled his sac, gently suckling each testicle. His lips parted and he began to pant but he said not a word. My hands now tenderly fondled his balls as my tongue played tribute to his cock. It was about eight inches long and thick, a nice cock for sucking. I suckled the fleshy head barely grazing the sensitive skin with my teeth.

He gasped and lifted his hips.

One hand left his balls, my fingers traveling the length of his crack, stopping to tease the puckered flesh of his anus. He tensed as my fingers played and I expected the usual response when I touched him there. A firm “no” but he stayed silent. Encouraged, I licked my fingers and repeated the process.

My mouth still paid homage to his cock but I have to admit my mind was now on his ass. This time, I pressed firmly against his opening. I didn’t penetrate him but I wanted him to think I might.

I let his cock slid out of my mouth with a pop.

I met the eyes of my lover. They were dark, hungry and a little wary. We’d been lovers for three years, in all that time he’d always taken the dominant role in our love life.
I didn’t mind, I enjoyed it in fact. There was nothing better than having a strong, dominant male bend you to his will. If I was bad, he spanked me, if I was good he spanked me harder. He often used toys, filling one of my holes with his cock and the other with an assortment of vibes and dongs.

Tonight was different though, I sensed it from the moment we touched. Looking into his eyes, I knew it as fact. As much as I loved our sex life, lately I’d wanted to experience what it was to be The Dom.

I’d read books on the subject. I’d left them lying around where he would be sure to see but he never mentioned them. Obviously, though he’d gotten the message. He flipped the pillow next to him down and my eyes lit up. Lying against the crisp white sheet was a small dildo, a set of anal beads and a tube of lube.

My eyes flew back to his and he smiled, if it was a nervous smile that was to be expected. “I won’t hurt you,” I promised. I was nearly salivating at the thought of penetrating my lover’s virgin ass.

“I trust you,” he replied in a whiskey rough voice and just the sound of it made my pussy clench.
“Stretch out baby, and let me give you a massage.”

He stretched full-length on the bed but he still laid on his back. I had to smile. I knew he was nervous, he wasn’t ready for penetration but I was in no hurry. I kneaded his arms and chest. He had a thickly muscled chest with just a sprinkling of hair. I plucked at his male nipples until they stood as erect as his cock. I suckled a nipple, swirling my tongue around it. His body was mine to do with as I wanted.

I trailed my hands down his abs, his stomach muscles rippled. I knew what he wanted but I avoided his groin. His cock looked delicious, leaking a stream of pre-cum and I wanted to taste it. I licked my lips. It would have to wait.

Moving to his feet, I massaged each digit and gave extra attention to the arch of his foot. He groaned in enjoyment, he seemed to be loosening up. I worked his calf muscles and his thighs. He was totally relaxed except for his erection. I slapped a hand on his thigh. “Roll over,” I commanded. It was the voice I use when disciplining a disruptive student.

He complied without a word but I sensed some of the tenseness working its way back into his body. What did he think I was going to do, part his cheeks and thrust the dildo up his ass?

I went to work on his shoulders and back. He had broad shoulders and a muscled back from hard physical work. I worked my way to his waist, up, and over his ass. He shuddered slightly.
I worked each leg from the back, letting the pebbled tips of my breasts drag across his hips and thighs. As I placed each leg back on the bed, I spread them wider, parting his thighs. Kneeling between them, I suckled on his tight sac. His breath hissed out of his body.

Finally, I parted his cheeks, at first there was a little resistance. Then, he relaxed. I licked up and down his crack, tonguing his hole. I mimicked the way he prepared me. His anus was a tight, virgin bud and it was mine. I almost came just thinking about it.

I moved up the bed to sit next to the display of toys. His eyes met mine. I picked up the small dildo and his eyes widened. I grinned. “I think I need to lube this a bit.”

I suckled the new, clean dildo into my mouth. Leaning back, I swallowed most of the length. I popped it out. “Mmm, not wet enough.” I shoved it up my dripping pussy and he gasped starting to move.

I slapped his ass, hard. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

He settled.

“I might have to punish you for that.” I picked up the lube and moved back between his thighs. The dildo was still lodged in my cunt. It was so wet I was surprised it stayed. The lube was cool on my fingers. I parted his firm ass and teased his anus.
The time for teasing was over. I inserted my index finger to the first knuckle rimming his ass. A strange little sound escaped his lips but he didn’t protest.

He was tight and his sphincter sucked at my finger. The inside of him was hot and the flesh tender. I’d never felt anything so delicious not even my own cunt.

I slowly circled, then thrust and withdrew. Thrust and withdrew. About the forth time, I added my middle finger. A rush of breath left his body and he pushed back against my hand.

I was so excited my cunt was clenching around the dildo and I almost hated to remove it but I did. The dildo was well lubricated and so was his ass. Hesitantly, I removed my fingers. I wanted to see the dildo in his ass but it wouldn’t be the same as my fingers in there feeling every clench of his muscles.

It was small by dildo standards but bigger than my two fingers so I inserted it slowly, deeply. I fucked his ass in a slow aching rhythm but I needed more. He needed more. “Get on your hands and knees,” I demanded.

He jumped to do my biding. His cock was hanging long and heavy and his sac pulled tight to his body. His movements dislodged his pillow and I saw where he stashed one of my dildos for later. I knew he planned to pay me back with interest for every thing I did. I couldn’t wait.

I quickly grabbed the dildo while he wasn’t looking. It wasn’t my largest one but it was nice sized and vein riddled just the right size to trip my trigger. I guess he was going to get a little more than he bargained for.

For now, I worked the dildo with one hand and lightly stroked his cock with the other. I didn’t want him to cum just yet.

I licked at his balls as I lubed the bigger cock that I had wedged between my thighs. It needed to be nice and slick when I slid it into his tight hole.

“You taste so good, baby,” I told him as I licked my way up his ass removing the dildo. I licked at his hole that was no longer puckered tightly. “So good, baby.”

I placed the head of the thicker girthed dildo at his entrance. I pushed and he parted. I pushed harder. “Fuck!” he swore and tried to move away. I held him by a firm grip to his balls.

“That’s right you’re going to get a nice hard fuck.” I thrust it deeper. “I told you I was going to punish you.” The dildo went deeper. “Be a man, take it like a man. Take this nice big cock right up your ass.” I let go of his balls and began stroking his cock. My hand was wet with lube and glided easily over the rigid flesh. I had him, I knew I had him as I stroked his cock and pounded his ass.

“Fuck!” he screamed.

“Fuck!” He came in great bursts all over the bed.

He collapsed on the bed unmindful of his jism all over the sheet. He rolled onto his back and just stared at me.

Reaching under the pillow, he extracted a leather strap. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

I lowered my eyes. The strap slapped my thigh in a stinging caress. It was going to be a long night. My pussy clenched in anticipation.