Out Now--Landscapes
by K D Grace
(@kd_grace)
#erotica #romance #mm #pnr
Vampire
Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese
Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But
Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire
the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s
life? And if Reese finds out the truth, will there be any relationship left to
risk?
Note:
Landscapes has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: On Boys boxed
set.
Buy Landscapes Here:
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Excerpt:
It wasn’t that Reese Chambers made my cock
hard – though he did. It wasn’t that he was beautiful in a rugged, leather and
stone sort of way – though he was. It was that Reese Chambers moved me in ways
I had not been moved in a very long time, in ways that I, who never lacked just
the right words to express myself, found my vocabulary inadequate to the task.
Talia would call it an obsession, and maybe it was; from my first sight of him
mantling his sketchpad like a bird of prey over a fresh kill, alone in the
midst of the crowded pub, I could think of nothing else. It was my first night
back on British soil. It is said that you can never go back home, and it had
been a very long time for me. But the need to come home was in my blood like
fever these past years, as were so many needs that never left me, but only
sharpened with the passing of time.
Next to me, Talia droned on about suitable
residences in Cumbria, about the leasing of a car and the making of necessary
renovations. The Two Dogs was busy for a Monday night with tourist season past,
but being invisible was sometimes easier in a crowd.
***
‘Find out who he is.’ I nodded in Reese’s
direction. Before Talia could protest, I continued. ‘I have a roof over my
head, and I’ve fed. There’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.’
Talia’s
cheekbones flushed with the rush of blood, and heaven knew how beautiful she
was in such a state, porcelain pale skin, midnight blue eyes and hair, which
was so close to black that no one but I would have noticed all of the other
colours in her silken tresses. She knew what it was I asked of her, and she
knew the delicate line she tread on the rare occasion when I did ask. A tremor
passed up her long, straight spine, and a bloom of tiny goose bumps textured
her bare arms. It would not be painless, what I asked, and I knew she feared it
as much as she longed for it. I could hear the thud thud of her pulse in the
thin, silken skin of her throat as she swallowed the sudden dryness of fear. ‘What
do you want to know?’
I
leaned forward to rake the tip of my thumb against the pulse point in her
temple. ‘Everything, Talia. I want to know all of it. And when you know, come
directly to me. I don’t care what time it is when you return.’
*****
It was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations
smelling of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I
wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too close to me,
as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired to crush me with its
demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers could not have refused her even
if she had come to him as a toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he
had poured himself into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies
kindling my lust to an inferno.
Though my need was such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an
insistent throb, until she returned, I held myself contained within skin that
felt too thin. When she saw the state that I was in, she pulled the heavy
drapes with an efficient tug, then with a nod of her head, motioned me to
follow her down into the basement room that had been prepared for me. When she
turned to me at the foot of the bed, before she could opened her kiss-bruised
lips to speak, I took her mouth, starving for the first taste of him, the taste
of his saliva, the taste of his blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d
bitten her back. He was rough, and he liked to be treated rough, but he kept
that to himself. He was embarrassed by it. His lips were slightly chapped from
so much time in the sun and wind, and they’d slid against hers, suckling and
stroking and pressing until her mouth opened to his. With ravenous laps of my
tongue, I tasted him in her mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I
could hear the echoes of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in
awhile, and I felt kinship in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed
through my head. Christ, his eyes were green, dark green like the evergreen
forests of the north, and he kept them open when he kissed her, taking her in
with his eyes.
I shoved aside the silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts,
breasts that his hands had cupped. My nipples peeked to sharp aching points at
the feel of his calloused thumbs raking, pressing and releasing. I breathed in
his scent on her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage, licking the taste of
salty, slightly picante maleness, sniffing and tasting until I could stand it
no more. In one violent jerk, I tore the dress all the way down and shoved it
off her shoulders, away from the flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted. I
cried out at the feel of him, weight on one elbow, knee spreading her thighs,
fingers opening her heaviness, anxious to penetrate, anxious to relieve his
need. And then, with Talia free of clothing, Reese Chambers’ essence filled the
room. Talia’s panties were still wet with his semen mixed with her humid
desire, and I tore them from her and forced her onto her stomach, onto her
hands and knees, so that it was not her face I saw, but his that I imagined.
With hands on her hips, I raised her bottom in the air and spread her still
swollen, still slippery folds with fingers made awkward by my arousal, letting
the scent of his hot bread and honey release intoxicate me. Then I buried my
face in her snatch and, as I ate his lust from her, I knew him.
He was Cumbrian born and bred, and his accent was the soft
lilting sound of the fells. He was a landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands
held the magic of the earth and his mind conceived ideas for beautiful outdoor
spaces; those he liked best were patterned after Renaissance and medieval
gardens. He was homesick and heartsick. He’d gone to Surrey to work with his
father because the money was good. But his father had died recently and he had
returned home to Cumbria. He didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck
stables. He wanted to be home. He missed the people and he missed the fells. He
missed the simpler, more honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a bit
reclusive. He read voraciously and widely, he liked astronomy and he was afraid
of snakes, though it embarrassed him to admit it. He hadn’t had sex in a long
time, and found it better to have a wank session than a meaningless encounter.
The facts of him, the details of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed
ravenously with each lap of my tongue.
As I ate Talia I felt the shape of his face, the curve of his
chin, the rise and fall of his chest as he had done the same. I felt the soft
tuft of bronze curls nestled between the hard rise of his pecs and the courser,
deeper curls that caressed his testicles and his cock when it was at rest, but
it hadn’t been at rest. How many times had he taken her? He was thick enough to
fill her and the friction of him inside was delicious and maddening. The shape
of him – I wanted to caress the shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and
the taking of his essence from Talia was an act of ripping away something that
should have been mine. As I bruised her arse with kneading fingers and, as I
licked the last of his release from her, she managed a breathless moan. ‘Take
the rest. God, Alonso, take the rest, and release me.’
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Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.
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