I’m honored and thrilled to be here with the Smutketeers, and want to thank Eden Bradley for the invitation to share my latest release with ya’ll. Open Season is a futuristic tale set on a world where the natural inhabitants are shape-shifting dragons. Sexual relationships with the Dragonkind are considered taboo by most humans. But for a human submissive like Season, the sexual appeal of the naturally dominant dragons (and one specific, sexy dragon named Quinn) are too hard to resist.
by Cassandra Curtis
AVAILABLE Feb 19, 2012!
A submissive-in-training, Season knows the boundaries, but that doesn’t stop her from crossing them, or from falling in love with her master and wanting more. When the ban against life-mating between humans and Dragonkind is lifted, she jumps at the chance to enter the ritual hunt and claim her master as mate. Despite the dangers and risks, she knows their love is worth it, even if her masterful dragon doesn’t.
Quinn knew accepting the position as General of the Dragon Army came with risks and that his enemies would look for any weakness they could use against him. But he never realized how fast lust could turn to love, or desire to need.
When an old foe from the war notices Quinn’s growing attraction and deeper involvement with Season, Quinn is caught between two difficult choices—pretend indifference to the woman he’s grown to love, or enter the Solstice Hunt and risk everything to claim his human mate.
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The silken glide of a warm hand stroked the curve of her exposed breast and tugged on the small silver ring piercing her nipple. A tremor shuddered throughout Season’s body, making her squirm inside the large wooden box. Several holes of various sizes and colors peppered the structure. Perfect for a finger, a hand, a penis to push inward, or a breast to stick out. An erotic version of Twister for adults.
Inside the box, she couldn’t see anything except what was allowed by the holes, but she could hear the moaning and groaning sounds coming from outside. The noise fed her frustration. Season spread her legs and pressed herself tight to one of the lower holes. She didn’t know if the tongue licking her clit belonged to a man or a woman and she didn’t care. She only knew the pleasure flicking at her core shot straight to her brain like a drug.
On the verge of climax, she heard the spinning of the color wheel as it clicked several times before stopping. Her friend Nalita’s voice rang out, announcing the new color—violet. The tongue between her legs slid back into its owner’s mouth, and now a large, erect, condom-covered penis pumped through the violet hole in the box.
Season bent low so she could ride the slick rod, grinding down on it, following the sweet rhythm of sex. Her breath grew shallow, her breasts bobbing with every motion of the hard cock stabbing her pussy, thrusting into her wet warmth. She knew the rules, but that didn’t stop her from wondering if the cock inside her belonged to Quinn. Her eyelashes fluttered closed, the image of him firm in her mind.
Onyx eyes flecked with gold, and eyelashes so dark a red they resembled burnished blood. The same shade of hair covered Quinn’s scalp, swept back from a wide forehead, and layered in casual waves just shy of the collar of his uniform. His nose was strong and distinctive, like his firm lips. The dimples in his cheeks had surprised her when they first met, drawing her in with his wicked, sexy smile. A perpetual shadow of stubble covered his square jaw, partially hiding the scar, a leftover gift from the war.
Quinn wasn’t classically handsome—he was more. Instead of the pretty boy looks so popular in her culture, he exuded an air of danger and mystery and icy control that made all other men pale in comparison. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Season quivered at the mere possibility it was her dominant lover inside her and pinched her clit, worried the swollen nub with her fingers until she couldn’t stand it anymore and cried out, her orgasm flowing over her, drowning her in the rich, heady release. She sensed the cock pull out, and hated the emptiness left behind, even as aftershocks forced her trembling to her knees.
Another spin of the wheel, another lucky color and number selected to play the decadent sex game, and so it went until the early hours of the morning. When the party finally ended, Nalita unlocked the latch on the box and let her out.
“Are you okay? The game went on longer than I’d intended, but I knew you’d want to stay inside if Quinn made it to the party, and he did—three hours late.”
“I know you aren’t supposed to tell me, but did he participate in the game or just watch?” Season took her friend’s hand and stepped down onto the tiled floor. The last thing she wanted was to come across as needy or desperate, even though she was both.
“He watched but didn’t choose to play. I don’t think he knew you were inside the glory box tonight.”
“Did he say anything to you? How long did he stay?” The questions tumbled from her lips before she could stop the words.
“He didn’t talk to me or say much to anyone, far as I could tell. He left about twenty minutes ago and stayed maybe an hour.”
“Oh.” Season walked on wobbly legs down the mirrored hall to the shower room, with Nalita following her as they talked. She turned on the water, adjusting the showerhead for a pulsating message, and let the water wash away the night’s sex.
Closing her eyes, Season rubbed lavender scented bath gel over her breasts and along the inside of her thighs. She’d gotten a thorough workout tonight…but she hadn’t gotten Quinn. Why?
…“You are never again to dismiss me like I’m nothing to you. Never again ignore me.”
Quinn breathed a sigh of relief, seeing love along with the hurt and fierce anger in Season’s eyes. She was pissed, but not beyond lost to him. “I apologize for that.”
“Apology accepted. I also want more than the D/s of a fawn’s sexual relationship with her master. I love the kink, but why don’t we ever have simple missionary position sex? Why don’t you enter me?”
“You know why.” Must he say it?
“Let’s pretend I don’t so you can enlighten me.”
Quinn let go of Season, and wondered how could he tell her the truth, knowing the pain it would cause?
“You know, I’ve had time to think about it all these weeks apart. I don’t believe it’s that you’re afraid you’ll get me pregnant.” She ran her hand along the inside of her right thigh, saying, “My reproductive inhibitor is still working.”
His eyes followed the path of her fingers and swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as she pulled aside the thin strip of cloth hiding her pussy and began stroking her clit. His mouth watered, wanting a taste so bad, he almost shook with need.
“I’m only a fawn, a sex toy you play with, not someone worthy of ‘marrying.’ Your kind doesn’t marry humans and you didn’t want me getting too attached to you. So you backed off. That’s it, isn’t it?”
“Save it. Like Nalita said on the message she left you, I know about the big news and I plan to enter the hunt.” She repositioned her panties, grabbed her overcoat from the hook behind the bedroom door, and slid her arms into the coat sleeves. His stomach did a funny lurch as she walked past him, setting the extra key card on the kitchen table.
“Don’t what, Quinn? Don’t go? Don’t enter the hunt?”
“I won’t be able to protect you. You’ll be fair game for any male—human or dragon—to take you.”
“That’s my problem. Not yours. Unless you agree to the new terms of our deal?” she asked, pausing at the front entrance to his aerie.
“Whether I agree or not, it makes no difference, Season. Our codes of conduct are different from human laws and traditions. The ‘missionary position,’ as you called it, must be performed the first time during the solstice hunt, and once taken by a hunter, the female is life-mated to him. I have enemies, men like Valentine, who’d love nothing more than to hurt me any way he can.”
“Then I guess I won’t be the only one in this room entering the hunt.”
“You’re dictating terms to me? In case you forgot, I’m your master.” Did she think to challenge his authority? Obviously Season had learned nothing from their training.
“Then act like it!”
Fed up with her bossy behavior and wanting her so bad his teeth ached, he rushed her, giving her no time and no warning. He curled his hand around her neck, pulling her close and slid his mouth over hers. His tongue slipped between her lips and teased her into a fevered duel.
She tasted of oranges and honey, of liquid heat and desire. Quinn released his hold and stepped back. Her eyes were dazed. She lifted a hand to her mouth and stood silent. Season had the choice to leave or stay. He had to give her that much.
Quinn watched as she slowly removed the coat and dropped to her knees in front of him. His sweet little fawn had expertly maneuvered him, topping from the bottom. He’d never had a choice, not now, and not from the moment he’d spied her at Nalita’s dungeon, acting as one of Nalita’s hostesses all those months ago, a vanilla flower amid a sea of D/s regulars.
Her feminine arousal blended with the aroma of lavender clinging to her skin. He inhaled, and the knowledge she still wanted him, needed him, made his cock swell and his balls tighten. Tonight, he’d erase the emotional hurt he’d caused, while instilling in her his knowledge of the true dangers he knew lay hidden behind the romance and thrill of the mating hunt…
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