You didn't have to be so mean, Kyla groused to Xera after the werewolf had left. It was nice to have someone who could hear us stop and chat with us for a change.Honey, you need to get out of your tree more often. Xera's soft-needled branches shook though there was very little wind - almost as if the tree were laughing. There's usually a satyr or two around on Samhain, and that's only a moon or so away. 'Cause, sister, you need to get out and get laid.You are such a nymph, Xera. If she'd been able to from inside her tree, Kyla would have stuck her tongue out. Stop thinking with your crotch. Sex isn't the answer for everything.You'd be surprised, youngling. Besides, we are nymphs. That's what a dryad is. Did you catch the stupidity virus from that fleabag or something?Oh, shut your knothole. With that, Kyla withdrew even deeper into her tree where she couldn't see or hear. The sun was almost up. It was time for all good dryads to go to sleep.By Monday, Cooper had pretty much c
Kyla held her breath as she waited for the werewolf's response. It had been a long time since she'd stepped out of her tree for anything except the occasional grove ritual. She really couldn't even remember the last time she'd been with a male of any species.Cooper stretched, and then before her eyes could take in the transformation, he stood there in his human form - his gloriously masculine human form. She blinked, but when she opened her eyes again, he was still gorgeous. His hair was dark, almost black, and just covered his ears and grazed his nape in back, showing a hint of a wave. His deep brown eyes were set in a strong, rough-hewn face with high cheekbones and dark stubble around his chin. Broad shoulders narrowed into a sculpted chest, lightly covered with a soft mat of hair and tapering down to an abdomen ridged with muscle. Her eyes dropped a little lower and she felt her cheeks flush. Oh my! He was a fine specimen indeed.Damn, he's a hot one. Nice piece of timber he's s
A volcano could have erupted beneath his feet and Coop wouldn't have been able to do anything but sit down by her side. "You said you wanted to talk." He reached out and coiled a strand of silky auburn hair around his fingers. "Is that all you had in mind?" He sure hoped it wasn't. His cock was as hard as - well - as a tree trunk."No. It has been many years - many decades since I have been with a male. I would lie with you, if you'll have me." She looked down at her lap and even in the moonlight he could see the hint of a blush tint her ivory cheek."I would be honored," he said, tucking the strand of hair behind her ear and tipping her head up to his. "But I don't have any protection with me, and I have no idea if our species can - cross-pollinate."She laughed at that, as he'd hoped she would, the teasing breaking the awkwardness between them. "Dryads are only fertile in the spring, at the same time as our trees. You need have no worries about such a thing. Although - if I were l
Cooper's broad, strong hand smoothed down the slight roundness of her belly to the juncture of her thighs. She opened her legs, eagerly anticipating his touch, and he didn't disappoint. His fingers cupped her mound while his mouth continued to lave and suck her nipple into a rigid peak."You are so hot, so wet." He breathed the words in husky approval as he leaned farther over her to switch his attentions to the other breast. His fingers combed through the curls that covered her sex then slipped between her lips, sliding along her cleft. He caught the nub of her clit between two fingers and squeezed with exquisite gentleness, setting off a ripple of contractions in Kyla's womb. She cried out at the beauty of the sensation - not quite orgasm, but a moment of perfect tenderness. He hummed his approval and switched his mouth back to her other breast while his hand shifted slightly too. Now his thumb rubbed along her swollen clit while two thick fingers began to press into her pussy."Ye
A month later, Coop was feeling the strain of exhaustion. Every weekend, he spent in the grove, camping by day, far enough away from Kyla that no metal or plastic from his tent would contaminate the grove. As soon as the sun went down, he met up with Kyla, and they would go off to the sacred glade and make love. They'd done things he'd always dreamed of but never believed were possible - his little nymph was utterly uninhibited. Oral, anal, tied up with silken cords - there seemed to be nothing she didn't enjoy. They also spent a surprising amount of time just talking. Coop told her everything about his life, and even though she'd never seen a city, never visited a university, she was bright enough to understand when he complained about campus politics, uninspired students or the silly antics of his cousins, nephews and nieces. She even introduced him to other dryads from the grove, and he spent time talking to them as well. He enjoyed every moment he spent with Kyla, but the schedule
Why had I let my friends talk me into this?I looked around the crowded biker bar and sank even farther back into my shadowed corner.This was so not my scene. So why had I let my two best friends drag me here tonight?Oh yeah. To celebrate my hundredth birthday. Quite a milestone, even for a vampire, hitting that first century mark. I'd been turned just before my eighteenth birthday by a selfish man I thought I'd been in love with. He'd seduced me away from my home in New York, turned me then kept me a virtual prisoner, dependent on his every whim. He'd never even taught me to feed myself. But he had made me immortal and after fifty years, he'd dumped me, starving and helpless on the streets of Chicago."Is anyone using this?" A man who looked barely old enough to drink turned from the crowded table next to me and pointed at the fourth stool. Since there were only two other drinks on the table, I smiled and shook my head. He thanked me then dragged the stool over to the empty tabl
Wow. Even though I'd sworn off relationships decades ago, swearing that no man would ever have that kind of power over me again, this one was enough to make me forget my rule. His hair was dark brown and hung in shining waves to brush against his broad shoulders. Warm brown eyes smiled at me from a strong, masculine face that was more arresting than pretty. Strong dark brows, high cheekbones and a slightly crooked nose - added together with a killer smile - the package was enough to make me squirm on my seat."So what brings a pretty little vamp like you to a dive like this?"Pretty? Hah. I have mouse brown, ruler-straight hair that hangs a few inches below my shoulders and very pale skin. I was pale before I was turned. Plus, I'm chubby, which isn't supposed to happen with vampires. Blame my Greek grandmother for that one. About my only claim to anything out of the ordinary are my bright blue eyes with thick lashes - which I hadn't bothered to enhance at all with makeup before comin
I took a swallow of the new drink then listed a couple of the journals. Even as shy as I was, I was still proud of the career I'd built for myself. I'd started out as a typist for a group of doctors then gradually began doing their literature searches for them as well, finally ending up in editing. I'd even trained my own replacement - namely myself, under my new identity. I didn't think he'd read them. He didn't look like the kind of guy who spent his time reading research articles."Ah yes. I pick some of those up once in a while. I remember the article last month about Alzheimer's disease. Be interesting to see if that new treatment works out." He gave me a wicked grin that made my insides melt.I'm sure I blushed, and with his vision, he could probably tell even in the dimly lit bar. Great. He was that hot...and an intellectual. Why the heck was he wasting his time talking to me?"There was also a review of the new electronic readers in the technology journal," he continued. "Yo