ROOKERY COVE: OCEAN’S CALL

Genre: Ménage M/M/F, Bisexual and More, Shapeshifters, Paranormal

ISBN: 978-1-59596-932-3

Released: May 23, 2008

*AVAILABLE FROM CHANGELING PRESS*

What’s a sexual therapist to do when she finds herself bored with sex?

An invitation to Rookery Cove Aphrodisiacs may be just what the doctor ordered. No worries, no regrets, just relaxation in one of the most beautiful northern coves in the world. But when two delicious men come calling, can Nikita keep things from blazing out of control?

For Connor, watching his mate spiral into darkness is tearing him apart. Nikita brings a breath of fresh air into their lives, reminding Connor of life and love. Now he just has to convince Draven to fall for the doctor…past or no past.

As captain of Rookery Cove’s sole water travel vessel, Draven has it all. No worries, no regrets, no reason to face a history long dead, but it’s a half life. Every day puts him closer to the edge and his lover is at his wit’s end. Nikita’s arrival awakens a dark yearning deep within, one filled with shadows and memories he’d rather never face, but with her soft touch and sexy smile, he’s lost before he knows it.

For the bisexual selkies, Nikita may be exactly what they need.

When the three get together, the heat flaring among them sizzles the night, but when morning comes can it be enough to keep them together? Or will their personal demons tear them apart?

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Excerpt

Connor’s body trembled in what appeared to be exhaustion. He held none of the lively characteristics after a shift. No color touched his cheeks, his skin was chilled to the touch and his breath labored. The selkie’s pale skin shone like a beacon under the moon’s watchful eye. Connor’s freckles stood out in stark relief and Draven brushed his bangs from his forehead in concern. Draven placed his hand on his mate’s shoulder.

Connor opened his silver eyes and gave a half smile. “I think I’d like to take a break from running the storms this year.”

Draven froze in mid stroke. “What did you have in mind?” His stomach twisted. Connor was going to leave.

“You and me, walking the beach, getting to know a certain woman while she’s at the island. Lots of kinky sex. Like old times.” Connor’s eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile widened.

Draven tightened his hold on the other’s shoulder and pulled him in. His lips touched the selkie’s with enough heat to leave them both shaking. Connor opened up to his assault, instinctively wrapping his tongue around Draven’s in surrender. Draven moaned into his mouth, needing the salty tang of Connor’s skin after his shift. The flavor of a selkie was unique, like a drug to his tortured soul.

Draven’s hand slipped through Connor’s fiery red hair, clenching it in his fist and jerking the other’s head to the side. His lips nibbled and tasted down Connor’s throat, absorbing the essence of the selkie’s shift, licking the magic off his skin. Connor moaned in acquiescence, his palm pressing against Draven’s cock through the rough material of his salt water soaked pants.

Draven’s cock thickened under the selkie’s touch. He bit Connor on the shoulder. His cry of lust brought a smile to Draven’s lips. Connor’s hands tore at Draven’s pants, tearing them open. When Connor’s hands wrapped around his cock, Draven groaned. His breath came in rugged gasps. It was always wild like this after a run.

Connor ran a thumb over Draven’s cockhead, smoothing precum over the sensitive skin. Draven let his forehead rest against the other’s shoulder. Connor’s calloused fingers traced the ridge of his cock, giving just enough pressure to tease. Draven closed his eyes at the torment. The selkie was playing with fire.

With a hard shrug by Connor, Draven’s head was pushed from Connor’s shoulder. Connor pushed against Draven’s chest, knocking him off balance against the bulwark. Connor glared through narrowed eyes. Draven could see the fury warring with lust. Connor wanted to beat the hell out of him. Hell, he could understand it. He could have killed them both.

At that moment Connor opened his lips and took the head of Draven’s cock in his mouth and all thought scattered to the winds. He felt the selkie’s hot mouth envelop him. The heat of his breath and the rasp of his tongue against Draven’s skin was like heaven.

Fire shot down his spine and his balls tightened. Fuck, at this rate, he wouldn’t last long. “Come here.”

Connor gave him a growl low in his throat. The rumble against Draven’s cock dragged a moan out of his throat.

“Dammit, I’m not going to last long.”

Connor fisted the base of Draven’s cock in response, stroking in time with his suction. His tongue lathed his slit and Draven shook. Connor kept a steady pressure against his cock.

Draven let his head fall back against the bulwark and stared at the night sky. He ran a hand through the redhead’s short hair, tugging him to just the right angle. The selkie moved just so and Draven growled. The fire spread to his cock; he thrust his hips against Connor’s sweet mouth, unable to keep himself in check.

Connor was merciless, his mouth pulling, teeth lightly scraping, and his hand riding him. Draven was mindless, moaning and pumping against Connor’s touch.