Excerpt Day: Coyote Non Grata by Lena Austin
Coyote Non Grata by Lena Austin
Release Date: April 16, 2009
Publisher: Changeling Press
ISBN: 978-1-59596-851-7
Publisher Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1136
Blurb: The Creator laughs at human plans... Dr. Jeff Gleason rejected his Comanche heritage and became a volcanologist studying the giant magma chamber beneath the National Park. Until his modern job and his Medicine heritage crossed paths. Rody, wounded and rejected from his coyote shifter pack, seeks refuge and medical help from the human in the ranger shack, then joins his new friend on a sexual romp that will lead to a new mating of coyote and man that hasn't happened since the white man came to the park... because the Creator has plans of his own.
Excerpt - PG13:
The shifter completed his transformation and stood erect as a slender tanned blond man in his mid-twenties. That dark gold hair had not known a pair of scissors in the past three years, and fell in a straight line past the young man’s superb buttocks. Naturally, the coyote was buck-ass naked. The Spirits saw fit to give fur and feathers to other creatures, so they had no reason to wear clothes. He was also hung like a stud stallion.
Jeff swallowed his lust and decided the Spirits were playing tricks on him, giving him a lusciously built young shifter to care for, knowing that few of the wild brothers would be gay. There were rare cases of such things, but the likelihood of the shifter being gay was more remote than a star falling from the sky at his feet. All he could do was be grateful the blanket covered his reaction.
The coyote man glanced warily in Jeff’s direction and crept silently toward the stack of logs. Did he know how to feed a fire? Apparently so, because he chose one of the splits Jeff had made a few days before and laid it precisely and quietly in the bed of coals. He shivered and rubbed his arms, especially the one where the torn place remained. Apparently, the legend that shifting healed their wounds wasn’t true. With his body silhouetted by the fire as he sought to warm himself, he looked like a young god sent to torment a mortal, that was for damn sure.
Jeff bit his lip, and decided the mortal didn’t like the trick one damn bit. He contemplated turning over, rolling himself in the blanket, and booting the coyote out in the night to fend for himself. Let him go tempt a breeder.
The coyote man lifted his head and sniffed the air. He whirled around and faced Jeff, his expression one of surprise but not outrage. He cocked his head to one side. He opened his mouth, but his voice rasped with long disuse. “Brother Jeff is full of desire for Rody?”
Shame flooded Jeff’s face for having been caught. He should have known the shifters would have enhanced senses. Best to answer honestly. “Yes. Your name is Rody?”
Rody nodded and shivered again. His grin was as feral as in his canine form. “Share blanket?”
Jeff sat up and started to pull one of his blankets off the bed so he could give it to Rody. He wished like hell he could just offer the shifter a bit of the full-sized bed. It would be a tight fit, but Jeff would be too tempted to --
A hand closed over his forearm. Rody looked puzzled. “No, Brother Jeff. Share blanket this way.” He climbed in bed with Jeff and pulled all the covers over them both. “Cold. Yes?” He laid his head casually on one of the two pillows that graced the bed. His voice was still raw, and he slurred his words like he’d never learned to speak well, but the message was clear. Rody wanted to share body warmth and blanket.
Jeff lay back on the pillow and tried not to flinch when his arm contacted Rody’s icy body. Over and over in his head he chanted, “Don’t touch, don’t touch…”
Again, Rody’s enhanced senses worked in his favor. “Sorry, Brother Jeff. Very cold without fur.” He coyote-grinned and rolled over to face Jeff. That was the only way to describe the way his jaw dropped to show lower jaw teeth and tongue. His dark eyes filled Jeff’s view. “I has desire too. Jeff is prettier than the moon.”
Jeff blinked and his mouth fell open. Unfortunately, all command of speech, both English and Comanche, wiped from his brain. The most he managed was an unintelligent gargle before Rody’s lips came down on his. Good thing the old body knew just how to react to being kissed by a desirable man and smoothly went into autopilot.
Rody wasn’t lying, if the thick, hard length currently heating Jeff’s thigh was that rather impressive cock. Yeah, it could be said they both “had desire.” He damn sure could kiss!
However, Jeff bottomed for no man, especially not a -- he couldn’t believe he was saying this -- a coyote. Wasn’t there some sort of pack structure in their social system? Being on the bottom of this tryst would not be good for a first impression, if so. Dammit, his specialty was volcanology, not biology and zoology. He’d have to go with his instincts, and right now, every nerve and muscle was screaming to pound this coyote like a two-buck dockside whore in Frisco. Yeah, he could go for that.
Rody kept the lip-lock going far longer than Jeff would have, but the loneliness inside of Jeff just wouldn’t be satiated. How long had it been since he’d indulged? College? Yeah. Other than very anonymous visits to the bathhouses in Denver. Those didn’t count, not in Jeff’s book.
Jeff’s hands stroked Rody’s side from hip to pectoral and back, in long, sensual strokes. He had a bit of body hair, but wasn’t hirsute. Jeff was grateful for that, not being a fan of bears. If he wanted dental floss in his teeth, there was plenty in the bathroom.
Rody kept his hands to himself, since he’d been good enough to apologize for his chilly body earlier. He’d warm up under the blanket with Jeff quickly enough. In fact, the shifter broke the kiss sharply. His dark eyes glistened and reminded Jeff of the sacred Black Drink. “Don’t you want to wrestle for Alpha? I am injured and you will win.”
Excerpt - X rated:
Jeff chuckled in that odd way humans could. So charming a sound deserved learning. It was better than brook music. “Topping from the bottom? Naughty Beta.” Swiftly, he put his lips to Rody’s throat and licked.
Rody moaned and squirmed. The ranger was right. Rody wasn’t a good coyote pack member. He wasn’t an Alpha, but he was a naughty Beta. Still, the licks instead of the bites he deserved were highly erotic. He turned his head to give the human more access. “Like how you punish naughty Beta Rody. More, please?” He wished he knew more human words. He sounded so stupid.
For an answer, he got another chuckle, and the human’s mobile lips moved down, licking and making tiny bites that only increased the sensation of firm, spicy male skin on more male skin. Monkey lips were so wonderful, especially when they wrapped around one of Rody’s nipples and teased it to more hardness.
“Yes, they are.” Jeff's teeth scraped a bit of Rody's flesh, causing a shiver similar to the rumblies he'd show the human tomorrow.
“Did I say aloud? Sorry.” Rody squirmed beneath the moving mouth. “Calling human a monkey is bad. Don’t bite.”
“No, I won’t bite. Nibble, maybe. I won’t hurt you, Rody.” Jeff lifted his head and opened a small drawer next to the bed. From there, he drew out a small tube, a sweet-smelling bottle, and a shiny fat square that looked like a pillow. “Hang on, Little Brother. I just want to get these handy. No sense spoiling the moment later.” He laid both the tube and the shiny pillow on the top of the little table, within easy reach. The bottle, he showed to Rody. “This is flavoring. I want to put a little on your cock. Okay?”
Rody sniffed in the direction of the bottle and wrinkled his nose. “Smells funny.” He couldn’t identify the scent.
Jeff chuckled again. “Cinnamon.” He squeezed a tiny drop on to the end of his finger. “Want a taste?”
How kind of the human to go out of his way to reassure Rody nothing was sneaky. However dubious Rody was of that scent, he felt obliged to try the stuff. He licked delicately at the offered finger. Flavor exploded on his tongue, both hot and sweet simultaneously. He hung his tongue out of his mouth, unsure if he liked it or not. Finally, to give his opinion, he had to wipe his tongue on the roof of his mouth and smack his lips as if he had a mouthful of peanut butter. He remembered peanut butter. “Tastes funny. Okay, but funny. Peanut butter better.”
Jeff’s mobile lips twitched, and the corners of his mouth turned up. His eyes watered, and he seemed to have trouble breathing. He made choking sounds until it dawned on Rody the human was trying not to laugh. After a few moments, Jeff managed words. “Okay, Rody. Peanut butter is better. But do you mind if I use this on you?”
Rody half-moaned with need. His cock twitched of its own accord, as if it wanted to bark and howl at the moon. Rody certainly wanted a better way to express himself. This cautious human was driving him into a frenzy of hunger. “You like it, you taste it. Okay with me.”
“Okay, then. Be still, and I’ll show you why I like this stuff.” Jeff dove under the blankets, burying himself in the warm cave of fabric. His long hair tickled Rody’s thigh. “Here it comes.”
At first, the stuff was cool on Rody’s heated cock. Rody couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine, but quickly the sensation went away. Then the warmth crept over his aching, needy cock. Anywhere Jeff breathed, warmth followed. Then, heat. Screaming, wonderful heat. Rody sucked in gasping breaths of air.
Jeff’s mouth encased Rody’s length in another kind of heat -- warm and moist, with just the right amount of pressure. His lips tightened right at the base, and he drew his head up slowly, increasing the suction until Rody thought he’d die from sheer pleasure. Why had the fur folk abandoned the Brethren when this was the reward? The second his concentration lapsed, his hips twitched, instinctively wanting to fuck that warm, wonderful place.
Jeff’s fingers gently held his hips, not permitting him to buck and strain. There was no pain, only firmness. His head moved up and down, with his tongue doing incredible things for which Rody had no description. Every time Rody tensed, the firmness increased until Rody relaxed again.
Rody sternly reminded himself Jeff was the Alpha tonight. He’d won fairly, since Rody was injured. Rody had promised to submit. Rody would win next time, he was sure of that. Humans didn’t know how to fight. They had to use things to fight for them because they were so slow and weak. At least, that was what Kitar and Lillet had told them. Now he wasn’t so sure about anything except how wonderful Jeff’s mouth felt.
As if Jeff could hear his thoughts, the human ranger changed his tactics to a deliciously faster pace. He freed Rody’s hips and allowed him to buck and fuck that wet, warm mouth.
The heat from the cinnamon liquid approached scorching, like one of the hot springs in the park no one could drink from because it seared the tongue and tasted foul. Yet this time the sensation stayed just below painful and only increased the pleasure. Rody’s whole body joined in the frenzy, and his balls tightened with the impending burst of a geyser.