Yay! The delightfully talented Raven McAllan is here stroking out a great guest post on her latest–Livvy’s Devil Dom. One of these days I’m going to get back over to Scotland and met her face to face! Rawr!
Hi Kastil, thanks for letting me drop by and tell you what inspired me to write Livvy’s Devil Dom.
In its previous incarnation, this was one of the earliest books I wrote. When I got my rights back, I read it again, and thought with a lot of rewriting it could be okay. Well better than okay (I hoped). And in the process I remembered why I wrote Livvy and Sael’s story in the first place.
I wanted to write a love story where the very basic tenets of your beliefs were challenged. Where you had to prove your love in a way alien to you. How would someone react when faced with the choice of behaving in a way they’d never thought acceptable or condemning their love to a painful death? What would their lover do when they thought it over and saw what his (or her) code of ethics asked for? Who would make the sacrifice and how?
It had to be a paranormal story with a separate world, to show how what we on earth thought was wrong, they (on Saffaul) thought was perfectly acceptable. The more I thought about it the more I was drawn in by that dilemma. Then my sexy Devil Sael started to explain about his world in greater depth, and I knew I had to write his and Livvy’s story.
I love a good dilemma, and Livvy and Sael sure have that. I had such fun in creating Sael’s world, and pushing what I (and Livvy) deem acceptable to one side, to save someone’s life.
Sael is one hot Devil, and did I have fun with him. It was a time to let my imagination run riot, but still keep the basic theme of good versus evil.
Livvy is a feisty, I’m in charge, do not diss with me, red-head. So to find out her hot climax-inducing dreams were a bit more than dreams, was a shock to her system.
Underneath all this is the recurring theme, what would you do for the one you love. What sacrifices would you make? When would you say ‘enough is enough’?
Did I succeed in showing that? I hope so.
Blurb: When Livvy releases the devil within, he comes with sex that is out of this world—and the small matter of a life or death and decision. As for Sael, he has never met a more ornery or sexy as hell human than formerly-vanilla teacher, Livvy.
She belongs to him, for now, and this devil Dom will try everything in his power to ensure she stays his.
He needs her complete submission to survive, but even if she gives it, will it be a happy-ever-after or hell on earth?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, anal play, public exhibition, horn sex
Excerpt: A hand on her shoulder made her jump, drop the shower gel she’d just picked up, and scream.
Livvy’s mouth filled with water, and she spluttered. Her long, red hair spiraled in all directions as she turned, and water droplets bounced off the shower walls. A moist, firm tongue circled her lips and demanded entrance to her mouth, as hands tightened on her ass, and pulled her toward a wet, male body.
Oh my, she shivered as a hot, hard, primed cock probed her pussy, and seemed to take her acceptance as given. It was. With a sigh of agreement she opened to it, and felt it slide inside her like it knew it had come home.
“Who, pmptt—?” Livvy sputtered. With her mouth full of tongue and her pussy full of cock, it wasn’t easy to think, let alone speak. Whoever knew tongues and cocks were able to act of their own volition? Had all the horror books she’d ever read come back to haunt her?
He—it had to be a he, her imagination wasn’t that good—pushed into her, his balls slapping her with each forceful thrust. Why wasn’t she screaming rape at the top of her voice?
Oh God, it was wonderful. This was no rape. This was pure, exciting, hotter-than-hell sex. It had been so long since she’d felt anything as magnificent or arousing.
A sharp slap stung her ass cheek. Livvy dragged her mouth away from his and tried to move away. He pulled her back, as the shower rained down on them. The water created rivulets over their shoulders and traced waterfalls and streams down their bodies.
Livvy looked up into well-remembered deep blue eyes. The dark lashes that surrounded them were plastered together, and his hair stuck close to his scalp and around his neck. His gaze never wavered from her face even as his hands caressed her ass, and circled the tiny secret hole there. She shivered, remembering things that she thought they’d done and she’d enjoyed. But why was it all like looking at a movie?
“Look at me.” He pushed his cock inside her up to his balls and pinched her nipple. “Look at me, Livvy, and tell me what you see.”
The next pinches to her nipple sent a sharp exciting wave of pain from her boob to her clit, and she clenched her muscles around his prick.
“What the hell was that for?” She glared at him, and was rewarded by the soft wave of red that hit his cheeks. Yes, she might like it, and she knew he knew it, but why was he so angry?
“You. Lie. Every night. You feel this every night. It’s real. You choose not to remember it.” He kept up his relentless thrusting, and kissed her neck. It stung, and he grinned as he pulled back to stare at her. “My mark. Every night.”
“Every night?” He was in her dreams every night? What planet was he from? She’d surely remember a tall, dark, ask-me-and-I’m-yours man in her bed?
“You know what planet I’m from. You just heard me. And yes, you know it’s every night. I allowed you not to remember most nights, but now? Now, it’s wake up and fuck time.”
Suddenly, she was blazing angry. Who the hell was he to mess with her mind like that? Didn’t he know it was bloody rude to answer her thoughts? They were her thoughts, for fuck’s sake. Hers. If she’d wanted him to know what she was thinking, she’d have spoken aloud. He needed to butt out. However, she thought she’d just let them both come first! Before she chewed his balls off and told him to go to hell.
“Anytime.” His grin was devilish. “Anytime. But remember, not only can I read your mind, I give as good as I get, and more. So be careful what you decide. You chew my balls; I chew your pussy. I go to hell, you join me, and I’ll tell you now, you won’t like it, not one little bit. Take heed, Livvy, my love, wherever or whatever, I will be your master.”
His thrusts became faster, more demanding, as he pinched and soothed her nipples, before descending on her mouth again.
His last words before their tongues tangled sent her over the edge and spinning into sexual satiation.
“Come now, Livvy. Come for us. And we’ll fly.” She flew. Loud, long, and perfect. He followed her over the edge. She felt him spill, and fill, and… “Fuck.” Felt him fill me. No protection. “Fuck.” She hammered at his shoulders with her fists. “Asshole, moron. Fuck.” Now he’d reduced her to moronic, childish language.
“We did.” He grinned, and she saw a glint of something sharp in his mouth. “Fuck. You ready to go again? Give me five minutes. We Saffaulians are good, but not instant.”
His grin was wicked, his fangs sharp, bright, and … Holy hell. Fangs? I did see something. All thoughts of condoms and safe sex went straight out of her mind. “Fangs? You’re a fucking vampire?” Oh hell, what does that mean for me?
“Wrong. I’m a fucking Devil.” His voice was full of hurt. “A bloody good, fucking Devil, who’s been fucking you this past year without any complaints.”
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