Monday, 21 November 2016

Blue Monday: Samantha MacLeod guests

Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!

Today's guest is my writing twin Samantha MacLeod (she loves Vikings and chainsaws too, what are the odds?) who, hot from the release of The Trickster's Lover, is back with the newly-published sequel, Honeymoon:

Mythology expert Caroline Capello agreed to marry Loki, the Norse god of fire and lies. She didn’t realize the most dangerous part of their marriage might be the honeymoon...

I felt Loki’s chest vibrate as he laughed. But he hesitated, watching me with an unusual intensity burning in his blue eyes.

“What is it?” I asked.

He leaned so close I could feel the cool skin of his cheek pressed against mine. “Do you want to try something different?” he whispered. His breath on my neck made my skin prickle as his hands ran down my back.

Something different. I shivered. He’s a two-thousand-year old, shapeshifting, trickster god. 

That could literally mean anything.

“Sure,” I said. “Honeymoon, right?”

 His eyes danced, and then he kissed me, slowly and deeply, for a long time. My body tingled against his, shivering and trembling as his hands moved across my hips. I had no idea what he was doing, but his tongue and his lips were so distracting, I didn’t care.

He pulled away and I sighed, blinking, trying to focus. His face seemed different, somehow. Softer. He took my hand and moved it slowly to his chest—

I jumped. “What the—”

Loki tilted his head and arched an eyebrow. My hand cupped the warm skin of a perfect, round breast. His body moved against mine, softer. Curvier.

“Something different,” Loki whispered.

“Okay,” I said, slowly.

I pulled back, but he pressed his lips against mine. Those, at least, felt the same. As we kissed, I ran my hand very lightly over the unfamiliar swell of his breast, and his nipple grew hard against my palm.

“Oh, very nice,” he whispered.

I shivered again, flushed with heat and desire. And then something felt very different; there was an unfamiliar pressure, and an ache, between my legs. I pulled away from his hungry lips and turned to his ear. “What did you do to me?” I whispered.

He smiled and wrapped his fingers around mine, pulling my hand from the curve of his breast and down the length of his new, female body. To the space between my legs.

I gasped. “Oh, fuck!”

He laughed against my neck. “What do you think?”

I looked down. There was a very long, very stiff cock erupting from my pubic hair. I could feel it; it was so hard it almost hurt. I swallowed. It felt strangely vulnerable to have my arousal be so obvious.

I took a deep breath and met his eyes. “I don’t know what to do with this.”

“Oh, you know exactly what to do with it,” he whispered, his breath soft and warm against my skin. He stepped back and lay on the bed, his legs spread.

I blinked. “You’re a...a woman.”

Loki laughed again. I’ve never been attracted to a woman before, but watching the curves of Loki’s breasts, the swell of red hair between his legs, my new cock stiffened and throbbed. Oh, damn, I thought. Maybe I do know what to do with it. 

“Well,” he said, arching his hips, “don’t keep me waiting.”

I bit my lip and climbed on the bed. He wrapped his legs around mine and then reached between my legs. Electricity surged through my body as he touched me, making me gasp. It felt so good, so fast. My hips pushed against his, and he guided my cock into his pussy.

I moaned, low and deep in my throat, as his entire body embraced me. “You’re so warm,” I said. “And so—oh—” He started to move his hips against mine, and I completely lost my train of thought.

“Now, typically,” he said, his voice thick, “it’s considered gauche for the cock to come first.”

I moaned again, biting my lip and trying to slow down. My legs trembled, and I just wanted to thrust against him, to push deeper and deeper. “I—I don’t—” I gasped as he grabbed my thighs.

“Just breathe,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes and tried to breathe as the waves of pleasure crashed over me, making my entire body shake. I tried to slow my hips, to remember why I was trying to slow my hips, but Loki was moaning and thrusting against me, and I couldn’t think any more, I could only feel, feel his new body beneath me, feel the familiar burn of passion and arousal as his skin touched mine, as our bodies danced and flickered together—

Loki cried out, a primal, animal gasp of pleasure; his new body spasmed and tightened around me. And I lost control. My hips thrust faster and faster against his, my head tilted back, my eyes closed, his name ripped out of my lips. My orgasm came from somewhere deep inside my body, and it crashed through every muscle, drowning me.

I blinked as my mind attempted to recover from the oblivion of that orgasm. Loki’s smell surrounded me, his salt and woodsmoke. I took a deep, juttering breath and realized I’d collapsed on top of him. I opened my mouth to apologize and then gasped; I was still inside him, and so sensitive it almost hurt to pull apart.

“Oh. Wow,” I said, falling back against the pillows.

 Loki propped himself up on his elbow and smiled at me. “Not bad. For your first time.”

I laughed and shook my head as the room slowly came back into focus. “So that’s what it feels like.”

“That’s what it feel like,” he said, leaning to kiss my forehead. “What did you think?”

I closed my eyes and waited for my heartbeat to stop thundering in my ears before I responded. “Different,” I said, finally. “Intense. And, uh, fast.”

He laughed, bringing my fingers to his lips. “You get better at controlling it,” he said, kissing my fingertips gently.

My body shivered again, and I felt a low tightness spreading across my abdomen. I reached for his chest, cupping the curve of his breast.

He laughed, and his eyes sparkled. “Want to try it again?”

I shrugged, leaning to meet his lips. “Sure.”

Buy Honeymoon at 
Amazon US :: Amazon UK

Born and raised in Colorado, Samantha MacLeod has lived in every time zone in the US, and London. She has a bachelor’s degree from Colby College and an M.A. from the University of Chicago; yes, the U. of C. really is where fun comes to die.

Samantha lives with her husband and two small children in the woods of southern Maine. When she’s not shoveling snow or writing steamy sex scenes, Samantha can be found teaching college composition and philosophy to undergraduates who have no idea she leads a double life as an erotica author.

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