An Erotic Friday with Jory Strong

Hey gang! Sorry for missing yesterday's book feature. I'll make it up to you today with an extra sensual An Erotic Friday post from a fave author of mine. :)

Today I've chosen to a snippet from Jory Strong's Inked Magic-a little paranormal and a little urban fantasy with a whole lot of erotic romance between Etaín and the two she wants to keep as her very own. In fact, I found a review on Amazon that sums it up in a few short words. It reads, "A Mofia Son, An Elven Lord and a Tattoo Artis, Oh My!" 

The snippet below is a sensual tug of war between Etain and Eamon that ends on the perfect come back from Eamon. With the chemestry this strong in chapter five I'm anxious to dig deeper to see what the author has in store for us.

Happy Reading!

Inked Magic
Jory Strong
Release date: Feb. 2012
Publisher: Berkley

Available in Print & eBooks
Amazon | B&N

Back of the Book

From the New York Times bestselling author of Healer's Choice comes the story of a woman with the power of touch. Skin doesn't lie to her. It is her gift, sometimes her curse. She feels what others felt, and sees the things held in their memories... 

With the touch of her palms to the skin of a crime victim, San Francisco tattoo artist Etaín can see the faces of the guilty and draw them. Changeling elf but unaware of it, at odds with her police captain father and FBI agent brother, magic and gift have put her in the path of two compelling men.

Cathal Dunne, the son of an Irish mob boss, needs Etaín's help finding the rapists who left his cousin for dead. Eamon, a powerful elf lord, is determined to make her his consort-wife.

Her gift once made permanence impossible when it came to a lover. Now, as she approaches the transition to fully Elven, her survival depends on keeping two. One of the men is willing to share her. The other isn't-until the search for a sexual predator turns deadly, and only by paying magic's price will there be any future at all.

SNIPPET READING   

Etaín turned and saw Eamon on the other side of the glass. 

   The night loved him, caressing his features like moonlight on an ocean hiding rip tides. Seeing him brought back the edginess that had been lost under Kelli’s emotions. It returned full force with a body-tightening vengeance, came laced with raw desire and the need to blow off steam in a purely sexual way. 

   Rather than waiting for Eamon to enter, she snagged her jacket and went to him. “This is a surprise,” she said, allowing him to maneuver her so they weren’t standing in front of the glass, visible to the artists and clients still inside the shop. 

   “Is it? You had to know I’d come looking for you.” 

   The words flowed through her like the notes of a song. “My own personal stalker?” 

   “I have questions for you, as you no doubt have them for me.” 

   His fingers circled her wrists, lifting and holding them above her head, pressing them to the wall at her back, the restraint exciting her where it might have led to a hard, fast knee to the groin for another man. 

   She breathed deeply when he stepped closer, filling her lungs with the sea-breeze scent of him. A moan escaped as his thumbs stroked over the eyes on her palms, sending molten lust straight to her cunt, making her flushed and desperate and wet.

   “And then there is this,” he murmured against her lips before claiming them, the decadent taste and sweet softness of him pulling her into an undertow of desire. 

   Where Cathal had demanded, his tongue thrusting, mimicking what he intended to do with his cock, Eamon sipped, turning her need and her eagerness to his advantage. 

   He took his time, as if it were limitless. One kiss merging into another, his tongue retreating only to return, twining and rubbing with hers, like waves lapping at the land, eroding all resistance until she was the one to close the distance between their lower bodies and grind against the hardened length of his erection. 

   He took his mouth from hers, but only far enough so their eyes could meet. “Come home with me.” 

   Not a question. Not really. There was no hint of uncertainty as to what he thought her answer would be.   

   The call of like to like, the mingling of hot lust and dangerous curiosity tried to drown out any reason that would lead to no, but failed to. She had to finish what she’d started when she pressed her palms to Tyra Nelson’s skin. 

   “I can’t.” 

   Eamon’s fingers tightened on her wrists. “Because you intend to go to Cathal? You want him?” 

   She avoided the first question by answering the second. “You’ve seen him. What do you think?”

   White teeth flashed in the darkness, making her think of a shark in deep waters. “Men don’t hold any attraction for me. But I can be flexible in what I allow of a lover. Of you, Etaín. I can even share if I have to, though I’ll never believe you prefer him.” 

   Heat pulsed through her with his words, coming with the image of lying naked between the two men. She was used to being hit on, but not like this, where the hints of dominance and threat made her wetter. She was open-minded about sex but had never craved what the fantasy he provoked promised, though she did now.   

   Eamon laughed softly. “Have I shocked you? Or aroused you?” 

   He leaned in, kissing her again in a sensual exploration, his tongue gliding against hers, each stroke making her cunt clench. 

   Shifting her wrists so he needed only one hand to keep them held to the wall, he covered her breast and the heat from his palm burned through her shirt and skin, pouring fire into her bloodstream. 

   She moaned, shamelessly grinding against his cock as he teased a hardened nipple, circling and stroking it with his fingers then clamping onto it to send a jolt of sheer need straight to her clit. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the press of his body to hers, skin touching in a hot meld of desire. It’d been so long and everything about him called to her. 

   A whimpered protest left her lips when he ended the kiss. “This isn’t all I want of you,” he whispered against her mouth before leaving it, kissing his way to her ear. “This isn’t all I have to offer you, but it’s a start.”

   He took her earlobe between his lips and sucked, each pull arrowing molten lust straight to her swollen folds. She tried to free her shackled wrists so she could explore him with her hands and feel his skin beneath her palms but he didn’t allow it. 

   “Come home with me.” 

   “I can’t.” 

   His tongue slid into the sensitive canal of her ear, delivering heated desire in a thrust that had her channel clenching, hungry to be filled by him. He squeezed her nipple, delivering pain with the pleasure, a punishment for denying him along with the promise of an exquisite reward for surrendering. 

   He remained in control, but he wasn’t unaffected. His breathing was fast and his cock hard, his eyes a turbulent blue sea. 

   “Then come back to Aesirs for a drink.” 

   “And a fuck?” 

   Irritation showed in his face but his voice was smooth confidence. “For starters, Etaín, if that’s what you want to call it, but don’t think I’ll always settle for a meaningless physical act. I’d prefer the comfort of a bed, but as I said earlier, I can be flexible when it comes to you.” 

   Danger rolled off him, an emotional threat, not a physical one. She stiffened in reaction to it, both repelled and attracted, believing he had answers if she was willing to ask the questions. 

   He freed them, accepting her retreat but not without a thinning of his lips. “I’ll walk you to your bike.” 

  They walked in silence. When they reached the Harley he took her wrists in his hands again, this time holding them behind her back, using them to imprison her in a way that arched her spine and forced her pelvis against his.

    “I can give you some of the answers you’re looking for,” he said, reinforcing his point by stroking his thumbs over the eyes on her palms. “I can give you so much more.” 

   He leaned in, taking her mouth with his as if trying to storm her defenses. His lips and tongue more demanding than they had been before, more blatantly carnal. Renewing the desire and sending it crashing through her in hot, stormy waves that had arousal flowing from her slit to wet her panties. 

   When she was trembling with need he released her and stepped away. “Call Aesirs at any time and for any reason. A car will be sent for you. Or come to the door. Day or night, you’ll be brought to me.” 

   “That could be awkward if you’re with someone.” 

   “I won’t be now that I’ve met you.”

   “I’ve got to get going,” she said, tugging at her captured wrists.

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