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Sexy Devil – Obsession

Warning, is graphic m/m sex.

BLURB:

Darien’s pretty sure his lover is pulling his leg when he starts warding the house for ghosts. But his grandmother even calls to make sure he’s doing it.

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BLURB:

Darien’s pretty sure his lover is pulling his leg when he starts warding the house for ghosts. But his grandmother even calls to make sure he’s doing it.

Get Tricked out with an erotic interlude with the characters of Faith.

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©2007 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Chris turned and crossed the hardwood floor on socked feet to stand before Darien. The smell of mint and wet dirt made Darien look at the bowl. Yep, mud. While he was still frowning at the bowl, Chris kissed his cheek then reached beside him, using a knuckle to flip on the recessed lighting that lined the ceiling along two walls. Violet-tinged shadows fled and the soft glow filled the bedroom. Giving Darien a brief smile, Chris turned and rounded their California king bed to the other window.

Darien frowned. Chris’s strange behavior caused him to disregard the sexy roll of the man’s hips in those snug jeans. “What the fuck?”

He didn’t hear Chris’s sigh but he saw it reflected in the window that had become dark enough to be a mirror. Night fell fast in these parts. “Don’t fret it, magpie.” Chris dipped his fingers in the bowl. “Did you get your pumpkins?”

“Yeah.” He propped his shoulder against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. “Chris, there’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“Of course there aren’t.” But he kept painting.

“So what are you doing?”

“I’d hoped to have this done before you got home,” Chris muttered.

“Is that why you sent me out alone?”

“Yes.”

“What’s going on?”

“I didn’t think you’d believe me.”

“I don’t.”

“So don’t fret it. Go downstairs and start the pumpkins. I’ll be down in awhile.”

“What’s going on?”

Chris closed his eyes and shook his head briefly. “I have to set wards before tomorrow night; otherwise, the ghosts will find me.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Quite,” said his lover, voice steady.

Then Darien got it. He started laughing. Threw back his head and laughed hard. “Oh man, okay. You almost got me.”

Chris gave him a glance, but kept painting.

“Okay, okay, nice try but I’m not falling for whatever joke you’re playing.”

Chris faced him for a moment. He opened his mouth, then shut it. Light glinted on the light frames of his square glasses. Then he laughed, but it was forced. And brief. “All right, magpie. You got me.” He turned back to continue painting.

Darien’s laughter died. “Chris, quit it.”

“Everything will be fine if you let me finish.”

He pushed from the doorframe, fisting his hands at his sides. “Quit it. I’m not falling for it.”

“You mentioned that.”

“All right. Tell me why you’re warding against ghosts.”

Chris used a knuckle to push his glasses up higher on his nose before he resumed drawing patterns. “My family is descended from druids. As such, we’re rather attractive to ghosts.”

Darien fell back a step, eyes wide on his lover. “What?”

Chris shrugged, never taking his eyes off the window. He paused, fingers in the air, painting patterns.

“Chris?”

He held up one long finger toward Darien, then resumed his air painting, muttering to himself as he stared intently at the pane of glass before him.

Darien was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

When Chris stopped muttering, he turned to force a smile at Darien. “Don’t worry about it, magpie. Nothing will happen if I can finish this.” He came back to stand before Darien. He used a knuckle to tilt Darien’s face up, bestowing a light, lingering kiss on Darien’s lips. “Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll finish, then we can carve pumpkins and you can make me watch that deplorable slasher movie you wanted to watch.”

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A witch has an unusual manner of exorcism.

It may be of note that I’ve wondered if this witch lives in the Leashed world.

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Humming softly, I walked straight through the unlocked doorway. It was rather easy, since the door itself had fallen from deteriorated hinges and lay rotting on the threshold. The moment I got through the opening, the howling started. Strange, unearthly moans that rattled the shattered windowpanes. A chill wind agitated dust motes in the moonlit air.

“Hello to you too,” I murmured, continuing, undeterred through the hallway toward the main room at the back of the house. I studiously ignored the waving cobwebs that dangled above and I refused to hear the scrabbling of what had to be rats—or worse—from the shadowed corners.

The living room was populated with the desiccated remains of what had probably once been very fine furniture. I’m pretty sure I recognized the Chippendale design on the feet of some of the tables and seats, but I didn’t bother lifting the dust cloths. The furniture wasn’t my problem. That would be the task of the owner who had hired me. Most of the inside of the house would have to be refurbished to make it livable again.

“Be gone!”

Oh, yeah. And the ghost had to go.

Stopping in the empty middle of the room, I glanced over my shoulder. Good. He’d chosen to appear to me again rather than just talking in the ether. It was a good sign that he was interested.

He must have been one hell of a good looking man in his day. Not especially tall, but well built. His chest and shoulders were broad and the 19^th century waistcoat tailored in on a perfectly trim waist. Hips and muscular legs were tightly encased in trousers. Stockings lovingly hugged his shins. Light, long hair was pulled back in a queue, although the ghostly wind that surrounded him mussed it to let tendrils writhe about his head. His face was long and sharp, with scowling black eyes. Because of his ghostly state, he was all monochrome. Mostly whites with light and dark grays for contrast and outlines.

He pointed an imperious finger at me. “Be gone!”

“I will, I will.” Unruffled, I kicked aside the tattered remains of what had probably once been a fine rug, exposing the wood beneath. Happily, the floor didn’t seem to be in such bad shape. Dusty, but solid, without rot. I thanked the Goddess for that small favor.

“You will go now!” He reared up, swelling to twice his size. Cobwebs disintegrated from the high ceiling above him and dust kicked up into miniature tornadoes beneath the shoes that didn’t need to touch the floor. His hands clawed and his face turned into the perfect ghostly caricature. Complete with ragged, oversized mouth and deep empty pits for eyes.

“Oh, quit that,” I scoffed, snorting dust from my nose. “We both know you can’t touch me.”

He shrank back to his original size, the size I was pretty sure was normal. He came to stand, glaring, at me as I knelt on the cleared floor. I busied myself with pulling items out of my satchel. Angry, he let his wind howl, but I’d come prepared. Everything I had was too heavy for him to move. I’d even weighted down the bottles by taping rocks to them. The rocks also had ghost wards on them.

I sat on the floor and arranged my few items calmly, my long red hair securely fastened in a braid down my back. Once I had everything out, I took a few seconds to collect myself and say a silent prayer to the Goddess. Then I picked up the chalk and started to draw.

He was instantly intrigued. “What are you doing?”

“A spell.”

He laughed. “You cannot banish me! Priests and even a bishop have tried. No one could oust me from my ancestral home.”

“I know that.”

I paused when he knelt before me. Then, without looking at his eyes, I pushed right on through him to continue my sketching. There was a cold thrill in my veins, but nothing more. He had no substance. Not without help.

“I have told you to be gone! Leave this place at once. Leave me to my eternal misery!”

He went on but I tuned him out. He’d done this in our previous meetings. Bitch, bitch, bitch. That’s all he did. He may have been a looker, but if he was this constantly on the rag when he’d been alive, forget it!

I finished my circle and sketched the appropriate runes. I picked up the salt and re-traced my circle with it, staying well inside. Once the circle was complete, I felt it snap into place. It also took on what I’ve always thought was a rather pretty glow. It illuminated the dark room with a dim, warm glow not unlike candlelight.

And he felt it too. He stood outside the circle, fuming.

Smiling, I finally met his eyes. He scowled. I reached for the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it up and off. His scowl melted away to astonishment. I didn’t have anything on underneath.

“What…?”

Still smiling at him, I toed off my shoes, then unbuttoned my jeans. He was positively aghast when I let them drop.

Naked, I bent to retrieve the bottle of oil. I unstoppered it and languorously oiled myself up.

“What are you doing?” he rasped. If he’d been alive, I’d say his throat was dry.

Without answering, I crouched, careful that my nicely trimmed mound and barely hidden sex were visible to him. Humming, I spread out the huge, comfy towel I’d brought with me and sat on it. The circle was large enough that I could lay flat on the towel. Which I did. My sweatshirt supplied a rather serviceable pillow for my head.

Flabbergasted, he could only watch as I drew out the last item, the one I’d kept hidden from him.

“That’s my…”

“Ring,” I finished for him. It was a fine piece of jewelry too. Heavy gold with intricate vines and flowers engraved about it. A large emerald was embedded in the setting. I’d found it in one of the dressers upstairs. The lady at the antique shop had instantly recognized the signet of the Florin family; the family who had owned this estate.

“What are you doing with it?”

“Watch.”

I had the ring on a chain, like I was going to wear it about my neck. Except I wasn’t. Using the chain, I let the ring dangle over my face.

I lowered the ring until it touched my lips. As though I were kissing a lover, I tasted it, nipping with my lips. I kept it dangling as I played, letting my tongue peep out to lap at it.

“What are you…?”

Ignoring him, I lowered the ring from my lips to my chin. It fell from the edge to land heavily on my throat. Lifting with the chain, I skipped it down to the hollow of my neck.

I lowered the chain all the way to my chest and drew my finger down my sternum, dragging the ring down and through my open cleavage. Using my free hand, I plumped my breast and pulled the chain up to tease my nipple with the ring.

He groaned.

The ring and chain were now slippery with the oil I’d rubbed into my skin. I plucked at my nipple with my free hand as I gathered the chain with my fingers until the ring was mostly trapped in the L-shape between my index finger and thumb. Securely fastened, I used that hand to squeeze my other breast, rasping that nipple with the ring.

Sneaking a peak, I saw that he was now on his knees at the edge of the circle, eyes rapt on my hands as I pleasured myself.

Stifling a laugh, I slid the hand with the ring down my abdomen, circling my navel and grazing my mound before I sank it between my thighs. His gasp echoed mine as I sank the ring and two fingers between my drenched folds. I arched my back, starting my chant with my pleasure outburst.

I don’t think he even realized when the circle opened to allow him in. I think the ring actually pulled him. Unfortunately for my professional curiosity, I was a tad distracted and didn’t watch. By the time I finished my chant, he was on his knees and naked between my splayed thighs, watching hungrily as I climaxed around my own fingers and his ring.

I subsided with a sigh, filling my gaze with him. Color. Pale skin encased those muscles. His hair was a rich, chocolate brown that had fallen from its queue and gently caressed his shoulders. His eyes were vivid blue—how nice!—and outlined with thick black lashes. Down below, his impressive cock jutted forth from a nest of sable curls. I was quite pleased that my spell had divested him of any clothing.

I withdrew wet fingers from my sex and held them out to him. Fingers, ring and chain all glistened with the juice of my sex. “Taste.”

He came back to himself for a moment. Frowned at me. “I can’t…”

“What do you think the spell was for?”

Shock, then suspicion then curiosity got the better of him. He leaned forward and grasped my wrist, astounded when he could. Seconds later, warm lips eagerly suckled on my fingers. His hum of pleasure was rusty but oh-so-sexy. He closed his eyes, blissful. Whether at the taste of me or the fact that he could taste, I had no idea and didn’t particularly care.

Not taking my fingers from his mouth, I braced with my other hand and sat up. Our positions meant that I had to drape my splayed thighs over his. He saw my movement and reached out with his free hand to snatch me against his chest.

Eagerly, he transferred his mouth from my fingers to my lips. His kiss was heady and devouring and I happily succumbed to it. His tongue sought and mastered mine. I’m sure he bruised my lips, but I pulled back before he drew blood.

“Take me,” I commanded, using my still-wet hand with the ring to encircle his cock.

He froze at the sensation, simply breathing at my neck while I slowly worked his sex. Then his entire body trembled. He opened his mouth. I think he would have spoken, but I stole the words from him.

“Fuck me.”

His neck straightened, twisting so he could fasten too-wide eyes on me. Once sure I was serious, he practically dropped me on my back and took hold of my thighs. More careful than he, I’d managed to keep hold of his cock and I guided him to my opening. He buried himself in one shuddering thrust of slim hips.

I wonder if he realized that I managed to wrap the chain with the ring loosely about the base of his cock. He didn’t seem to. Eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth in a snarl and brows low, he slammed into me in a state of orgiastic bliss. Too long denied, he could no longer be contained. I had a gasp and shut-eye moment myself, having to enjoy what was being pounded into me. He was big and he was rock solid. He felt good.

“More,” I goaded him, falling back. I put my hands back to my breasts, working my nipples as he fucked me.

I doubt he’d been such an animal back when he was alive, but after hundreds of years of death to have feeling suddenly given back, it must be a heady feeling.

He had no words, only grunts and desperate cries. Almost whimpering, he released my thighs and fell forward, bracing himself on his elbows above me. I think he liked that angle better.

“That feels so good.”. I reached around to grab his trim little butt, loving the feeling of working muscles. “Fuck me hard.”

He growled and fingers dug into my hair. He yanked my head, positioning it for the assault of his lips and tongue on my mouth. Not once did he stop the punishing rhythm of his cock in my pussy.

I felt it coming. I fancy his power gathered around us, whatever it was that kept him earthbound coalescing around our straining bodies. The ghostly wind filled my circle. His skin took on an odd temperature, almost as though it were so cold that it felt hot, or perhaps so hot it felt cold. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, that feeling to his cock, buried deep inside me, detonated my orgasm. I came with a scream, thrashing beneath him and tearing at the skin of his back.

He tore back from me, braced on straight arms as he thrust once more and came. Dazed, I looked up and saw brilliant white light stream from his back, piercing the ceiling. No, piercing the sky. But that wasn’t the sky that I saw.

He screamed and came still, his body locking as the ghostly wind picked up.

With a last groan, he slumped. Almost instantly, his eyes opened. Shocked, he gazed at me from where he was suspended, two feet above me.

“What…?”

I gave him a tired smile. “What did you think the spell was for?”

“No!”

I reached down and caught the chain that was still wound loosely about his cock. It was snagged in his hair. Not too gently, I yanked. Both chain and ring fell into my hand, wet with my juices. As soon as they were free of him, he started to rise toward the sky that wasn’t the sky.

“How did you…?”

“You needed to be satisfied,” I explained, having nothing to lose now. I lay back, catching my breath as I watched him slowly levitate toward the white light. “It was dissatisfaction that kept you here. That kind of exorcism is my specialty.”

He probably didn’t want to believe me, but it had worked. He didn’t even curse me. The eyes that watched me as he slowly rose were dumbfounded. Until, at the very last moment, a wry smile took his face. A smile. I hadn’t seen one of those on his face before.

“Thank you,” he said, just before he disappeared.

It’s the first story in the Leashed universe, an alternative modern day where witches and shapeshifters are real but they aren’t known to the public at large.

This series wasn’t so much inspired by my images, but there are some images I did of the boys to help me visualize them. Seen here.

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An evil witch gives Meg two weeks to join his coven. Or else. The deadline? Samhain.

What’s a good witch to do?

Magic, of course. She casts an age-old summoning spell to attract a shapeshifter to leash for her protection. It works, but it’s a two for one deal: Rudy, a werewolf, and Michael, a werejaguar.

The excerpt at the buy link above is a good one to get an idea of the story, so I’ve included a steamier excerpt here.

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©2005 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

We were all silent with our thoughts. Michael sat up, gaze pointed toward my bookshelf but I doubted my paperback collection was his focus. Rudy sank back in my chair, brimming with expectation. I stayed very still and watched Michael. He was quite obviously the leader of the two and he knew way more about the situation than I could have hoped. I felt pretty confident that, with him on my side, I could stave off Roland.

Of course, with him at my side, I’d love to do a bunch of other things. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the sheers on the window behind the couch, touching off mahogany highlights in his hair. It my have been fancy, but I’m pretty sure that I could see the ghost of the rosettes that would decorate his hide when he changed to a jaguar.

Jaguar. Sleek, silent, deadly. Top of the food chain in the rainforests of South America, if I remembered my high school studies correctly. Studying his profile, I could almost see the beast in the rounded tip of his nose and the curve of his jaw. Certainly those striking eyes were the mark of a beast. My heart stuttered as I drank in the line of his neck, watched the thumping of his pulse. Dropping my gaze down to the wide expanse of his chest and the bunching of the muscles of his arms, I wondered what those muscles felt like. I wanted to squeeze them, to see if they were as hard as they looked.

Dropping my gaze to my lap, I indulged myself with a fantasy, imagining him in his other form. Was he a yellow jaguar, or black? Was he as thick and muscular in the other form? He would have the same green eyes, the one thing about a shifter that didn’t change even if the pupil shape altered. Would his fur be soft and smooth or glossy and thick? And what about Rudy? Tall and lanky, I’d bet he was one of those slim wolves All compact power ready to be released like a spring lock. Was his pelt the same sunny brown as his hair? I’d actually touched wolves before, shifters even. I’d felt the coarse outer layer of fur and burrowed my fingers in to discover the soft, down hair beneath.

They were mine! Unbelievable! Two dangerous predators, made even more so by human intellect, and they were there to protect me. It was a heady feeling. A rush of power. Not to mention the fact that either one of them could give me masturbation material for weeks on end, just wondering what it would be like to…

“Stop that,” Michael growled.

I snapped open my eyes, not having realized I’d closed them. ”Stop what?”

“You’re playing with my leash.” He glanced at Rudy. “With both of our leashes.”

I glanced at Rudy to see him sprawled back on my comfy chair, a hot grin on his lips and his eyes at half mast. Glancing down—I couldn’t help it—I saw a discernable bulge in his jeans.

Blushing, I focused on my hands in my lap. “Sorry. I didn’t know you could feel it too.”

“You really didn’t know?”

I glared at Michael. “I’ve never leashed anyone before.”

“But you’ve been around those who have.”

“And I think I told you that I’m a horrible student. I never thought that I’d cast the spell so I never really paid much attention.”

“Why wouldn’t you cast it?”

“I don’t like the idea of owning anyone.” I tried to convey the truth with my eyes, willing him to believe me. “I really wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t desperate for help.”

Like the burgeoning dawn, a smile grew on his face, and it was devastating to my poor little heart. I think my breasts actually swelled and I know something inside my belly burst and leaked out between my thighs. He startled me by switching from the coffee table to the couch beside me. I couldn’t help the small cry that escaped my lips as I shrank back from him. He faced me, one knee folded before him and the other bent over the side. He leaned in, sliding his arm over the back of the couch to take a lock of my hair between his fingers. “What you were doing felt like a caress. Like you were running your hands through my fur, but more.” His voice had gone all low and husky and his eyes hooded even further. The combination did terrible things to my heart rate. “What did you feel?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”

I jumped, yelping slightly, when Rudy bounded from the chair and dropped to his knees before me. Boldly, he pressed his belly to my knees, leaning into me like a dog might. “Don’t say that. I liked it.” He batted his eyes ridiculously at me. “Do it again.” I giggled. Couldn’t help but laugh at the puppy at my feet. I sank my fingers into the waves at his temple and he leaned into the caress, closing his eyes and smiling. I gave in to the temptation to scratch and he hummed happily, letting his tongue loll a little to the side, I think to make me giggle. Which I did. When my giggle subsided, he opened his eyes. They’d gone all half-lidded and slumberous. His hands slid up the outside of my thighs. “Do it again.”

I took a deep breath. The cute wolf was fanning the flames that the sexy cat had started somewhere in my womb. I knew that shifters could smell sexual arousal, and mine was going to soak my couch soon if I didn’t stop this. I gently straightened the hair I’d mussed around his ear. “Listen, maybe you should go back to sit in your chair.”

“Awww.” Instead, he sank down in my lap, chest on my thighs, nose practically in my belly button. Abruptly, he switched his grip on my thighs so he could pull them apart. He inhaled deeply. “You don’t really want me way over there, do you?” I pushed his shoulders to stop him from pressing in between my legs. Didn’t work. “C’mon, Rudy. Time to stop.”

“Don’t wanna,” he muttered into my navel. My t-shirt didn’t seem to be a barrier for his nuzzling. I grabbed his hair with both hands to stop him from getting to my breasts.

He opened his eyes to meet my gaze. Big blue eyes touched off something deep in my chest. “I don’t know you,” I told him sternly.

“Don’t you?” I glanced at Michael, who was watching us with … interest? Was that what I saw in that hooded gaze? “You called to us.”

“I didn’t call to you directly. I called to…” I trailed off, at a loss to explain it.

“To something within us that attracts us to you.”

“Us?”

Michael smiled. So unfair! A girl couldn’t possibly defend herself from that.

To prove the point, Rudy somehow managed to escape my hold on his hair and his hot, wet mouth closed over my nipple. I gasped. Did I even have a t-shirt and bra on?

“Wait…” I breathed, but Rudy wasn’t listening. His arms circled my waist to pull me closer, his teeth and tongue busy making my nipple love him.

I should use the leash. I should stop this. I remember thinking that very clearly. I still wasn’t even sure if Rudy was legal! I think I even started to gather the magic. But then Michael slid between me and the back of the couch. And where had his t-shirt gone?!

Never had I had the pleasure of being sandwiched between two gorgeous male bodies. Never had I melted into a puddle of goo while one feasted on my breast and the other reached inside my shirt to undo my bra. Nearly perfectly synchronized, Michael drew my shirt and bra up to my chin and Rudy left then returned to my nipple, still humming.

“OK, guys, stop,” I moaned, my tone mismatched with my words. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh yes we do,” Michael murmured. He nudged my head to the side with his nose and drew back my hair, exposing my neck for a long, wet slide of his tongue. “That’s what good little pets do.”

I squirmed, hating his word choice. “I don’t… You’re not pets.”

Rudy actually whined. “Please,” he spoke against my breast. “I want to be your pet.”

I stared at him, then gasped when Michael bit my neck. “It’s part of the leashing.”

His hands slid up to fondle my breasts as Rudy leaned back to concentrate on removing my jeans.

“No, it’s not,” I protested, fighting feebly. Rudy batted my hands aside.

“But it is,” Michael purred. Literally purred. I’d heard that big cats don’t actually purr. Whether or not that’s true, shapeshifters do purr. His chest beneath my back actually vibrated. It was a yummy feeling, like a hard, sexy buzzy mat. “Your pain is our pain. Your pleasure is our pleasure.”

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