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Snowbound: Distraction Elizabeth Jewell Alaska seems like a winter haven for vampires Glynna and Brandt and their companion Erik -- until the snow starts.
Snowbound: Distraction “Who the hell’s lame-ass idea was this, anyway?” Glynna eyed Brandt narrowly. “I believe it was yours, dear.” Less diplomatic, Erik added, “Yep. Totally your lame-ass idea.” He flopped onto the couch, grinning at his companions. It hadn’t been an entirely lame-assed idea to start with. Even in the midst of her complaining, Glynna could admit that much. A trip to Anchorage in the middle of winter should have been a stroke of genius. A fairly large population they could disappear into, an active nightlife where they could mingle, and nearly twenty plus hours of darkness -- it should have been a vampire’s paradise. And then the snow started. And didn’t stop. Three inches, then six, then twelve. And it was still snowing. “Somebody should have stopped me,” Brandt grumbled. “I tried.” Glynna gave him a long-suffering sigh, then kissed him on the forehead. “How are you holding up, Erik?” She was more concerned about him than about herself or Brandt. They were vampires -- they could get by if they had to. If getting food for Erik became problematic, he’d be in much more serious trouble than they would. “So far, so good,” Erik said. “As long as this doesn’t go on for weeks, I should be okay.” “It was so much cooler in the comic books,” Brandt moaned, peering out the window at the still-falling snow. “You’re hopeless,” Glynna told him, though she found him endearing most of the time. Erik stretched out on the couch, folding his hands behind his head. “Well, if I get too hungry, you’ll just have to distract me.” He added an eyebrow wiggle to punctuate
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his sentence, directed at Brandt, who caught the gesture and smirked, his mouth twitching in a way Glynna knew meant he wasn’t aware he was doing it. “Are you hungry?” she asked Erik. Just watching the two of them look at each other like that made heat curl low in her belly. She wanted to touch herself. Erik gave her a puzzled look. “Um. I don’t know. Maybe a little.” “Distract him.” She leveled the order at Brandt, delivered it in the sharp, crisp tone she knew would make him obey. Brandt answered with an eyebrow tilt that made her want to drop her panties to the floor then and there. Well, if she ever wore panties. “And how do you propose I do that?” Brandt asked. Glynna let her eyes trace Erik’s body, stretched out languidly on the couch. He tipped his hips up as she perused him, and she could see the hard line of his erection through the denim of his jeans. Erik was about the prettiest thing it had ever been Glynna’s pleasure to lay her eyes -- and hands, and mouth, and other body parts -- on, with the possible exception of Brandt, and then only when Brandt wasn’t deliberately being an asshole. They “borrowed” him from time to time from Marcus, a high-ranked vampire in their cabal who collected pretty minions and often forgot he had them. Glynna had been somewhat surprised when Marcus had approved this trip for Erik, but in another way not surprised at all. She’d gotten a feeling Marcus was growing tired of his green-eyed bite junkie boy-toy. In any case, it worked out well for Glynna and Brandt to have Erik along. As far as bite junkie boy-toys went, Erik was high echelon. He was a bold one, too. Glynna had yet to see him cowed by either herself or Brandt. Now he met her judging gaze with a smirk and drew his tongue along the full, rounded curve of his lower lip. “I bet you can think of something,” he said, his gaze sliding to Brandt. “Give it a little thought.” “Oh, no thought required,” Glynna stated. She turned to Brandt and grinned. “Suck him off.”
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Brandt considered the suggestion, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe he should suck me off.” “No.” Glynna made herself comfortable in the recliner she claimed as her own. “You suck him off. Go on. Get to it.” Erik shifted again on the couch, spreading his denim-clad thighs. He lowered one hand from behind his head and cupped his crotch. He said nothing, but he didn’t have to. The movement, the set of his body, the insolence in his eyes, all made for a blatant challenge. He couldn’t have dared Brandt any more explicitly if he’d flapped his arms and made chicken noises. Brandt, of course, could not let a challenge go unmet. Squaring his shoulders, he took two steps forward and went to his knees next to the couch. “Unzip it. And don’t be slow about it.” With a grin, Erik slid his zipper down. Pleased, Glynna sank back in her chair to watch. Unzipped, Erik let his fingers slide past his open fly, coaxing his cotton underwear aside. Brandt, watching closely, unbuttoned and shed his shirt. Glynna wasn’t sure why he felt the need to be shirtless, but she wasn’t going to argue with him about it. Brandt’s wide-shouldered, muscular torso was a thing of beauty. Erik lifted his hips from the couch to shove down his pants, and his cock surged free of his boxers, seeming almost to leap forward. Its tip glistened with pre-come, the thick vein on the underside standing out in blue-violet relief. Brandt just looked at it for a moment, an increasingly smug little smile curling the corners of his mouth. Then, slowly, he moved his head forward. His eyes met Erik’s as his tongue touched the tip of the younger man’s cock. Brandt liked giving head. Liked it a lot. Glynna knew this -- even if he hadn’t told her more than once, she could tell by the glazed look in his eyes, the expression of complete focus and absorption that took over his face the moment Erik’s glans passed his lips. Erik made a soft sound of combined pleasure and surprise as Brandt sucked him slowly down.
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Glynna let her head loll back against her chair. Erik’s cock was long and slim and oh, so pretty, and as it slid into Brandt’s mouth, she thought about what it felt like when it slid inside her, past open thighs and labia, deep into her hot, slick cunt. It was a lovely cock, and he knew how to use it. She leaned back a bit, squeezing her thighs together. She was hot and damp already, and made herself resist the urge to finger herself. Just as she pressed her hand against her belly, forcing her fingers still, Erik turned his head and looked at her, eyes hooded, mouth slack. It was all she could do not to orgasm right there. Instead she swallowed hard and let one eyebrow float up. Erik’s smugness showed even through his lust-haze, and she wanted more than anything to defuse it. Without breaking their eyelock, she said, “Brandt. Use your teeth.” That did it. Erik’s eyes widened, the smug going out of them. At the same time, Brandt chuckled. Giving Erik an arch look, Glynna turned her attention to Brandt’s face between Erik’s thighs. That was where the action was, after all. Brandt’s mouth was every bit as luscious as Erik’s, but in a different way. Erik’s mouth was full and almost feminine, while Brandt’s had a hard, masculine line to it. Watching that mouth close hungrily on another man’s cock made Glynna shiver with pure arousal. He sucked again, cheeks going concave, until Erik suddenly grabbed at Brandt’s hair as if to stop him. Brandt didn’t stop, though; instead he eased off the suction and drew back, then carefully, delicately, drew his teeth along the length of the long vein, balls to glans. Erik convulsed under him, back arching, fingers groping vainly for Brandt’s hair. Glynna almost laughed from the sheer joy of it. Her hand pressed between her legs, feeling the heat there, her growing need to touch her clit, to slide her fingers inside, to ease herself. But she didn’t. Wouldn’t. Because Brandt would want her to, and she didn’t want to give him that pleasure. “Fuck him,” she said instead, because she wanted to see Erik shake under Brandt’s wide body, wanted to see them tangled together, writhing. Frankly, just wanted to see them fuck.
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Brandt didn’t acknowledge her right away, and she considered repeating the direction, but what he was doing was interesting enough, she decided, to give him the benefit of the doubt. He tormented the head of Erik’s cock with his lips, traced his tongue down the length of the shaft, then reached up to curl his fingers around the hard length while his tongue quested backwards. Erik’s hand closed over Brandt’s where it was curled around his cock. Glynna watched the younger man’s fingers tighten, thread between Brandt’s. Then Brandt’s tongue met its goal, and Erik gasped, back arching again. She was going to come. Her arousal had reached a point where she wouldn’t even have to help it along if these two kept it up. And they showed no signs of doing anything other than keeping it up. From her vantage point on the chair, Glynna could just see Brandt’s probing tongue. Erik moaned and hissed as Brandt pressed deeper inside him, his head going back, hips jerking as he fought to hold them still. Glynna was afraid he might come before she wanted him to -- she wanted him to come with Brandt inside him. Worse, she was afraid she would come before she wanted to. Her cunt felt like liquid fire, flowing back and forth between her legs. “God…” Erik breathed, and his head came up as his body tautened, and just then Brandt lifted himself over him. He was careful but quick, and with Glynna’s eyes trained unwaveringly on him, he pressed his cock against Erik’s now naked ass, and slowly entered him. Glynna let out a slow, satisfied breath. Brandt’s big, wide body rose over Erik’s, while Erik’s legs lifted to press against Brandt’s hips. Brandt braced himself over the smaller man and levered himself inside. As he sank in, slow and deep, Glynna finally let her fingers slip beneath her skirts, into the growing wetness between her legs. Her clit made a hard ridge under her fingertips, and she circled it carefully, still not wanting to hit her peak too soon. Their bodies slid together easily, as Brandt penetrated and Erik accepted, turning into a warm tangle of limbs, the room filling with sounds of rough, needy breathing, the
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musky smells of arousal. Brandt seated himself, rose a little over Erik, then subsided again, thrusting slowly. It was beautiful, Glynna thought, a perfectly orchestrated dance entangling two beautiful bodies, one giving, one receiving, both completely involved in each other, in the movement, the rhythm. Erik’s green eyes locked to Brandt’s brown, and he nodded once. God. Glynna knew what was coming. Her fingers moved frantically against her clit, Brandt bent over Erik, face against his neck, and Erik turned his head. His eyes locked onto Glynna’s as Brandt bit him. The smell of blood hit the air and Glynna could hold back no longer. Her body clenched beneath the rapid movement of her fingers, her hips jerking. At the same time, Erik let out a soft whimper. His body jolted under Brandt’s, hips pulsing as his body let go. Brandt, eyes closed, took a long draught of blood from Erik’s neck, then lifted his head as he, too, climaxed. Glynna slumped, shaking, in her chair, surrounded by the thick scent of her own orgasm. Blinking, she tried to recover herself. From the couch, Brandt chuckled. Gently, his lips still crimson, he kissed Erik’s mouth. Smiling, Erik drew a hand through Brandt’s dark hair. “Are you distracted?” Brandt asked. “Yeah,” said Erik, “but I’m still hungry.” Glynna shook her head and straightened her skirts. “You can eat,” she said, “when you’ve finished distracting me.” Laughing, Erik reached out to grab her hand, and pulled her onto the couch.
Elizabeth Jewell Elizabeth Jewell is the author of a growing collection of paranormal and contemporary erotic novels and novellas. She’s been writing since before she could read, and has given in to the fact that she’s completely addicted to the process of composing fiction -- especially hot, steamy, paranormal fiction. Elizabeth lives in Colorado with her kids and a hyperactive ferret named Spike. You can visit her website at
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