Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Guest Post and Giveaway ~ I, Omega by Kari Gregg

Yaaaay! Kari Gregg has come to play! Aaaaand, she brought her hot shifter book too. Hot shifters W00T!

What do I think about that? Oh yeah, oh yeah, sing it with me now…

aweS000ME (<--- sings that part)

Yes, I am a little excited. Yes, I’ll be cracking this jewel and checking it out. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Can.Not.Wait.

Anyway, enough rambling from me. I shall step aside and give the floor to Kari.

Welcome to my Place Kari. Congrats on the new release m’dear. Sounds fantabulous. Oh, and in answer to your question… this girl likes... their unapologetic carnal nature AND their sexy uber alphaness. Mmmmmm, yum. *winks*
Readers o'mine, please give a warm welcome to the fantabulous... Kari Gregg.

*whistles, hoots, hollers and applause*

The Land of WTF

I lie. All the damn time. Pretty funny consider how devout I am IRL, but there you have it. Fiction is the creative lie. Whenever you crack open one of my stories, I'm inviting you into the lie and like all compulsive liars, sometimes my lies are grounded in a reality so deep, no one ever questions the authenticity of it. And sometimes, the lie is so grandiose, so flagrant and bizarre...They are engraved invitations to the Land of WTF.

I, Omega is a journey into WTF.

The refrain constantly playing inside my head while I wrote Cal and Gabriel's story was shifters aren't supposed to be like this, dude. Shifters are humans with an animal nature. It's NOT supposed to be the other way around. They aren't supposed to think like animals, act like animals. They're supposed to be able to blend into our human world and even want to.

Hey, Cal blends. His pack blends.

The human charade simply falls away as silly and unnecessary on their own turf and among each other. Cal has embraced the animal and in I, Omega I invite you to embrace the animal too. Not just physically, but intellectually. Emotionally. Animals hunt -- like Cal hunted Gabriel. Animals fuck -- just because they can and it feels good. Animals don't apologize for being animals. They are what they are and woe to any man who tries to come between an animal and its prey once the feasting begins.

Gabriel isn't just Cal's prey, though. He's Cal's smorgasboard. Gabriel is Cal's Friday night AYCE seafood buffet at the local steakhouse and Cal? Is ravenous.

Cal doesn't care about blending, not when it comes to Gabriel. All Cal cares about is marking him, claiming him. Fucking him. KEEPING him. Gabriel spends most of the story struggling with the human nature he's losing and the animal nature he's inheriting. The man simply can't think straight. His emotions are all over the map. He's at war with himself. Not so Cal. He knows what he wants -- Gabriel -- and nothing will stop Cal from bringing Gabriel into his world. No matter how bizarre and surreal that world seems to Gabriel's deteriorating human nature, Gabriel belongs to the animal now too. That he was born human and can never be a shifter like Cal is irrelevant. He's becoming his own beast -- wholly enthralling and captivating to Cal. A beast that is fascinated by Cal too.

Human wants, wishes and desires fade away. They are the animal. Animals don't date. They don't bring flowers or write sonnets about the pert curve of your ass. Animals drag bloody carcasses to you and court you with the results of their hunt. They dominate you. They hold you down and fuck you. They mate.

Welcome to the Land of WTF.

What aspect of the animal (my shifters or anyone else's) turns you on? Their unapologetic carnal nature? The Otherness of shifters? The potential for giddy feral? The push-pull of human vs. animal instincts? Or do you just love to wallow in the sexy uber alpha heroes? Comment below with a contact email address to be entered into a drawing for one digital copy of my new BDSM shifter novel, I, Omega by Tuesday, September 13th!



After one mind-shattering night with a stranger at a local leather bar leaves him forever changed, Gabriel lives on the streets as a vagrant to elude the master who hunts him, but the were-shifter is a fierce, stubborn predator who reclaims him soon enough. Gabriel is carried away to the pack’s home territory where his instruction on what it means to be the pet of an alpha begins. Gabriel isn’t just any pet, though. He is the rarest among their kind: a human omega.

Treasured? Or cursed?

As Gabriel’s father, the Distinguished Gentleman from Pennsylvania and stalwart of the conservative party, pushes the considerable resources at his disposal to locate his missing son, Gabriel explores who and what he is under his master’s careful protection. Gabriel falls for the shifter who is lover and destroyer, owner and...friend?

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: BDSM theme and elements, dubious consent, male/male sexual practices.



Kari Gregg lives in the mountains of Wild and Wonderful West Virginia with her Wonderful husband and three very Wild children. Once Kari discovered the fabulous play land of erotic romances at RWA’s National Conference in 2009, the die was cast. Finally! A market for the smoking hot stories she loves!

When Kari’s not writing, she enjoys reading, coffee, zombie flicks, coffee, naked mud-wrestling (not really), and . . . coffee!

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He wasn’t always like this.

Once upon a time, Gabriel had crunched numbers as a payroll accountant for Smith, Wheeler and Hayes, with his own office and—more significantly—an off-network printer he didn’t have to share. He’d driven a blue Taurus. He’d contributed five percent of gross to his Roth IRA and planned to pay off the mortgage on his loft apartment a decade ahead of schedule.

Shoulders hunched as he scurried along the trash-strewn alley, he blinked rain from his eyes and pushed sopping clumps of hair from his face.

Once upon a time, he’d been normal.

Human anyway.

Not anymore.

Gabriel swept the street with an assessing glance before he turned down another narrow back street partially blocked by overflowing garbage cans. Darker there, but his newly preternatural eyes saw better in the dark. Scents were sharper too. His nose wrinkled at the reek of rotten food and God only knew what else from the Chinese takeout place across the alley from his current bolt-hole. The stench worried at his overstimulated senses like a sore tooth, so much so that he’d nearly abandoned his newest sanctuary his first night there. But if his stomach lurched at the eye-watering aromas, it’d be worse for the others. They wouldn’t linger here.

His master wouldn’t find him.

Gabriel ducked into a gap between a mound of graying produce pallets and the stripped shell of a dead delivery truck. Bending in the tight space, he nudged aside sodden cardboard he’d used to hide the broken window. Gabriel was a small guy, only a couple of inches above five and a half feet, and he’d lost any fat he’d managed to glue onto his lean body within weeks of living on the streets. But squeezing through the window of the abandoned building still wasn’t easy. Pushing the air from his lungs, he twisted his shoulders, wriggled his hips…

He tucked his body for a softer landing on the basement floor inside. He rolled to a crouch and froze. Listened. Restaurant trash negated scent as an early-warning system so Gabriel relied more heavily on his hearing since moving to this hellhole. But the downpour masked everything.
Cold, wet, he shivered as he waited for a telltale sign.

No hope for it. In these conditions, he was as good as blind.

It was almost like being human again.

He shuddered in remembered fear, but, scowling, he pushed to his feet. He couldn’t let his fear rule him. If he thought about what had happened, what was still happening to him… No, it was better not to think. Keep moving. He had to keep moving.

He crept to the furnace room he’d staked out as his shelter. A flash of fur the size of a house cat to his left would’ve revolted him a couple of months ago, but now he noted how readily he’d find fresh meat. Only if he had to. Most nights, he’d rather starve. He used up more of his body’s precious stores of energy chasing the little bastards than he gained when—if—he cornered one. Hunting made him weaker, not stronger. Just another item to add to his You Suck As A Werewolf list.

God, he was tired of being hungry.

He reached for the plywood he’d cannibalized for a door. Gabriel slid inside before he scrambled for the damned rat.

His scent washed over Gabriel first.

Earthy, male. Gabriel’s mouth watered at the acrid tang of sweat. Nothing smelled as good as his master. Nothing. That scent sent shivers up and down Gabriel’s spine and pooled heat in his suddenly knotted gut.

He had to stop. Breathing through his mouth had made his arousal bearable when the shifter had drawn near before. This close though? Gabriel couldn’t resist. His nostrils flared in gluttonous rebellion. He inhaled lustily, bringing that intoxicating scent into his lungs.

“Close the door, Gabriel.”

He shuddered in equal parts fear and need.

The shifter knew his name.

Of course he knew it. By now, he probably knew more about Gabriel than Gabriel did. Gabriel’s heartbeat still stuttered.

“Boy,” his master growled in warning.

Gabriel pulled the makeshift door shut. The scrape of it closing split the darkness like a thunder clap. His fingers dug into the sheet of disintegrating wood. His forehead kissed its rough surface as he leaned into it to brace his shaking knees.

Christ, he was hard. His dick rubbed painfully against the teeth of his zipper.

That scent was making him crazy.

“Turn around.”

He smothered hopeless laughter.

Had he the strength, Gabriel would’ve leaped at him and begged his master to take him. That was the bliss and the horror of it. Starved and empty no matter how much he ate, hormones ping-ponging inside him as new instincts took hold, Gabriel was helplessly drawn to the shifter. The human part of Gabriel wanted to run. Gabriel had invested two months living like a vagrant to escape him, for fuck’s sake. But a growing part of him—the part his master had given him—wept in relief.

Swallowing down terror and longing, Gabriel slowly pivoted to face him.

He sprawled on the bed Gabriel had made of foam packing sheets overlaid by a quilt with a busted seam at one corner that some fool had tossed into the Dumpster outside. The thick shock of blond hair still surprised him. Gabriel expected werewolves to have dark hair and eyes, but his master’s hair was golden with streaks of lighter strands the color of sunshine. It smelled of sunshine too and verdant forest. Crisp, pure, and clean.

The shifter twisted the knob of the camp lantern so it flared bright, though his eyes never strayed from Gabriel. 

He wondered if his master’s gaze held some sort of hypnotic power over him. Why not, when the rest of him did? He wondered that those eyes could be such a pale shade of blue. Shouldn’t a werewolf’s eyes be feral yellow? Or black? Gabriel wondered why his master had bothered to hunt him, why he’d been allowed to survive in the first place, and if he would kill Gabriel quickly once he realized Gabriel’s transformation had taken root so poorly.

“Come here.”

Gabriel’s mouth went dry. Glance lowering, he shuffled forward. He could not hold that stare. Meeting it felt too much like a challenge, one he couldn’t and didn’t want to issue.

The game was over. His master had found him.

Gabriel was his to do with as he pleased.


Gabriel didn’t even know his name.

Without being bade to do so, Gabriel dropped to his knees when he reached his bed and jerked both hands to the small of his back. His eyes focused on gray cement. His spine straightened. His shoulders squared. His knees spread on the gritty floor to widen his stance.

He moved into the position his master had taught him with disturbing ease. Kneeling for him comforted Gabriel—though not just the new wildness that had been bred inside him, but also the human sub he’d been before. Weeks and months of worry, fear and pain dissolved at the ritual of offering himself to his dom—to this dom. Gabriel’s galloping heart slowed. The tightness in his chest released. His hands stopped shaking. 

The terror that had gripped him these past months abruptly loosed.

The shifter would keep him or kill him. Or fuck him.

Gabriel no longer had any say in what happened to him. If he ever had.

“Good boy,” he said on a low rumble, sliding toward Gabriel on the pallet of his bed. When fingers briefly skated over his hair, Gabriel trembled and wished he could blame the quivering response on fear. God knows terror had made him shake in his shoes more than he cared to recall these past weeks, but he leaned toward his master’s hand, craving the affection and husky approval in his voice. With that scent wrapped around him and a soft caress twisting Gabriel’s gut, he needed to please his master more than he needed his next breath.

“Pity you aren’t always so biddable.” He threaded his fingers into Gabriel’s hair and palmed his scalp. “You ran from me.”

Gabriel gulped, but he didn’t reply. He knew from that one mind-shattering night with the shifter that he wasn’t to speak until invited to do so. When a hand fisted in Gabriel’s hair to yank his gaze up, Gabriel didn’t utter a word, though an anxious whine fell from his lips no matter how he tried to contain it.

“We know how much you like to be punished, though. Don’t we, pet?” One corner of his master’s mouth curved at the evidence of Gabriel’s distress. “And we both know I’ll always give you what you need.”
Gabriel’s pulse thundered in his ears. “Always?” he whispered then cringed at his audacity.

“Always, Gabriel.”

He stared into Gabriel’s eyes. Wholly captivating. Enthralling. Though nerves ate at his spine, Gabriel would not—could not—look away.

“Strip your jeans down your thighs.”

His stomach clenched. As he fumbled with his zipper, Gabriel’s gaze darted to his master’s nose, the thick blond hair that brushed his brow, to the pale scruff of stubble that roughened his jaw—everywhere the shifter’s grasp would allow. But it was the eyes that commanded him. Beckoned him. Gabriel licked his lips and shuddered at the cold blankness in the unwavering stare. Whatever the shifter intended to do with Gabriel, this was the real punishment—forcing Gabriel to look into his eyes. Gabriel knew it. His master knew it too.

Shoving wet denim down his hips, Gabriel bared his ass and jutting cock.

His master smiled. “Hands, pet.”

Gabriel yanked them to the base of his spine again.

Humming in satisfaction, the shifter tugged at his hair so that he stumbled off balance and wrapped the fingers of his free hand around Gabriel’s aching, needy dick.

Gabriel groaned out wanton lust.

He chuckled. “Have you missed me, pet?”

God, he had. Missed him. Horror at what the man had done to him hadn’t dulled the sharp, keening want. 

Gabriel had dreamed of him in the months since that night and thought of him endlessly. No matter how long Gabriel lived, he’d never forget the bitter taste of his master’s cum in his mouth, the sounds he’d made when he’d fucked Gabriel, or the exquisite pain of his teeth slicing into Gabriel’s nape.

His grip on Gabriel’s cock tightened.

Gabriel panted.


“Yes, Sir,” he finally said around a broken moan.

“Yes, Sir…what?”

Oh Jesus, he was losing his mind. “Y-yes, Sir, I missed you.”

He swept his thumb over the head of Gabriel’s cock. His fingernail digging into the slit scrambled Gabriel’s brains. “And yet,” he said on a gravelly purr, “you did not seek your master.”

Gabriel bit his lip to hold back the pleas that struggled to tear from his throat. For mercy. For the orgasm he already felt tingling in his balls. For just one moment’s reprieve to think.

“The night you offered yourself to me, your safe word was sparrow. It still is. Do you understand?”

Astounded that he would even now—especially now—be allowed a safe word, Gabriel blinked at him. And knew, regardless of what the shifter did to him, Gabriel wouldn’t use it. He’d fucked up so badly…Gabriel wouldn’t deny his master again. “I understand. Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” The shifter gave his dick a lazy pump. “Over my knees, boy.”

Gabriel draped obediently over his lap, ass arched high while his toes and fingertips dug into the floor for balance. His master adjusted his position so Gabriel’s cock rooted between his denim-clad thighs. Gabriel’s desire fought scared embarrassment while he was maneuvered into place. Desire won.

One big hand rubbed the rounded globes of Gabriel’s ass. The other pushed against the small of his back, holding him in position. “Ten should sear this lesson into your memory. Ten and then the last two months will be forgiven. Do you understand?”

Gabriel braced his body, determined that he wouldn’t add to his transgressions by squirming. “Yes, Sir.”

“Count each stroke.”

Panicked arousal coiled in his stomach. “Yes, Sir.”

His master’s fingers massaged his ass cheeks. “You won’t come without my permission.”

Gabriel hoped to Christ he could obey. The shifter had given Gabriel a cock ring the night he’d been bitten, but no such mercy had been offered to him now. “No, Sir. I won’t.”

“Good boy.” But that single, taunting hand didn’t lift from the quivering flesh of his ass cheek to deliver the first blow.

Gabriel pushed up and into the shifter’s open palm. Not because he looked forward to the spanking. He didn’t. At least, he kept telling himself that his stomach didn’t jitter because he was that damn eager for it. No, he arched his back and spread his knees to give his master better access to his cock and balls because he preferred his subs open. Vulnerable. And wanton.

As did Gabriel.

“Greedy slut.” One finger traced his crease, up and down, then back again. Gabriel’s ring clenched and fluttered open, trying to draw that teasing fingertip in. “My slut.”

His lips parted on a whispery gasp. Yes, Gabriel was his slut. Gabriel wanted only to be his slut. He wanted his master’s cock thrusting into his mouth and down his throat. Gabriel craved his taste as he’d craved nothing else. He wanted to take the shifter into his body. He needed his master to spurt inside him, painting him with spunk. Gabriel needed his master’s delicious scent all over him, inside and out, declaring Gabriel his boy. His very good boy.

The fears that had driven him faded.

The promise of forgiveness overwhelmed those fears, his pride—everything.

Gabriel arched into his master’s touch and did nothing to smother his whimpers.

“You shouldn’t have run.” His hand finally lifted from the flesh kneaded to aching sensitivity.

Tears burned Gabriel’s eyes with the hard shock of pain at the first blow.

In this, the shifter differed from every other dom who’d mastered him. Gabriel had been spanked countless times. With paddles, belts, and the flat of many a hand. He loved a hard spanking and had cried during the best of them, but not like this, with the wet of his tears spiking his lashes at the first slap and his chest squeezing against the howl that wanted to rip free.

Other doms played at spanking him.

His master made him feel it. Made it real.

Even more so now that the shifter had changed him. That first night had been a blur of pleasure and pain, but no matter that Gabriel was a poor shadow of a werewolf, he could take more now than he could as a human. His body wouldn’t fail under harsh discipline. He hadn’t realized—then—how much the shifter had held back, unwilling to damage him.

He knew now.

He felt it with each stinging throb that infused the flesh of his burning ass.

“One,” he gasped, riding the pain as best he could. “Thank you, Sir.”

His master hummed quiet pleasure, perhaps satisfied that Gabriel had remembered to thank him or maybe just admiring the handprint he’d undoubtedly left on Gabriel’s heating ass cheek.

His cock hardened to steel at the sound. His balls tightened. If he’d been given leave to come, he would’ve shot. Explosively. He hadn’t been able to get off since his master had claimed him, so he desperately needed to come, but Gabriel held on to his orgasm with gritted teeth.

He absolutely would not disappoint his master again.

Though he knew what to expect, Gabriel flinched at the next blow. The crack of the shifter's hand meeting Gabriel’s skin echoed in his ears as the ache in his ass spread. Gabriel welcomed the pain. There was no room in his head for fear of what he was becoming, no more worry about what the shifter would do to him. 

All he could feel was the fiery pulse of his cheeks as his master stroked his ass. His concentration narrowed to holding still for his punishment.

“Two.” He shook his head at the tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”

The tears spilled over when the shifter brought his hand down again. Gabriel sniffled, his belly tightening at the hurt lodging into the muscle of his ass, and his voice quavered when he gave the count and thanked him again.
Crying didn’t sway his master. If he’d meant for Gabriel to enjoy the spanking, Gabriel would’ve, but this was no reward. When he sobbed, the shifter simply smacked his ass harder, waiting only long enough for Gabriel to catch his breath to give the count before delivering the next agonizing blow.

Gabriel broke at the seventh stroke.

His ass was an inferno of misery. It burned, his skin hot and tight. Tears clogged his throat. His chest heaved as he tried and failed to pant through the pain, but it was no use. The agony of his throbbing ass overwhelmed him.

“I can’t,” he wept, draped boneless and defeated over his master’s lap as the shifter patiently waited his count. “H-help me, Sir. Please.”

“Hush.” He stroked Gabriel’s tender backside with gentle fingers. “Use your safe word if you need to.”

He stiffened, violently shaking his head. “No!”

Gabriel wouldn’t.

His safe word would make everything stop, but he needed his punishment to be over. Badly. He could feel his master’s frustration and disappointment like an albatross around his neck, and he couldn’t take another moment with that deadweight dragging him under.

“Stubborn boy.” His caress traced Gabriel’s hip. “Find your center, pet. Stop fighting me.”

The shifter was right. Gabriel couldn’t ride the pain of that cracking palm while his traitorous heart struggled against his master’s claim on him. Gabriel would slip into his headspace when he accepted and submitted. Not a moment before.

He just couldn’t do it.

“No, don’t stop!” He wailed when the restraining hand lifted from the small of his back. “I’ll be good for you. Your good boy. I p-promise.”

The shifter chuckled. “I know you will, Gabriel.” His fingers twisted in Gabriel’s hair, angling Gabriel’s head to one side before raising his hand to his lips.

Not his hand.

His wrist.

Gabriel’s damp eyes rounded as his master’s mouth opened, teeth sharp and menacing. He bit down.

Holy Christ.

Gabriel’s stomach lurched.

Worse, his mouth watered.

He’d had months to get used to the idea of being a werewolf. Since he’d never managed a shift, even during the full moon, and he’d quickly realized his senses weren’t as keen as those who hunted him, Gabriel was a piss-poor werewolf, but he’d come to terms with it. He’d tried.

Adding vampire to the list pushed him over the edge.

He reared back when his master shoved his bloody wrist toward Gabriel’s mouth.

The shifter grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and held him in place. Gabriel lifted his hands to claw at him, kicking his legs to push away—

“Breathe me in, pet. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Which was rich considering he’d been beating the tar out of Gabriel’s ass. The shifter was stronger than Gabriel, though. He stoically held Gabriel’s mouth to his dripping wrist and waited for Gabriel to gulp for air.

When he did…

Oh God.

Gabriel’s longing crippled him.

He felt the scent of his master’s blood in the pit of his gut. In the thunderous roar of his pulse in his head. In the hungry tremble of his body. He moaned out wicked delight. And despair.

His master released his iron grip, threading his fingers into Gabriel’s hair instead. “That’s it, boy. Taste me.”
His dizzy senses took flight. Gabriel obediently lapped at his bloodied wrist, shocked at the brutal punch of desire that slammed into him at his first sip.

And he’d believed the shifter's scent addicting? Intoxicating?

His heart leaped at the salty copper of the shifter’s blood on his tongue. He rubbed his dick against his master’s thigh and growled in rapturous thirst. Gabriel sucked at his master’s wrist as he had once sucked his cock—in primal, giddy abandon.

The shifter laughed, toying with Gabriel’s hair until Gabriel shivered. “You’ll never hide from me again.”


Gabriel would never resist him now.

He fed anyway. He licked the punctures, urged on by the shifter’s palm at Gabriel’s skull and his sly murmurs to drink more, to drink deeply. Sealing his doom didn’t matter. Gabriel’s thoughts focused on having more of him. More of his master’s fingers in his hair. More of his blood in his mouth.

More of his cock in his ass.

With each draw of his lips on the wound, Gabriel’s body hollowed. Rather than filling, Gabriel emptied. His body shook with the screaming arousal that flooded through him.

The shifter forced Gabriel from his thick wrist. “Enough.”

“Master…please,” he whispered, and he felt his eyes widen when he realized his mistake.

His glittered feral triumph. “What is the count, pet?”

Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat when his master licked at the bite on his wrist. Gabriel jerked his glance away, but it was too late. It’d been too late since that very first night.

The shifter owned him. Running away hadn’t changed that.

“Seven. Thank you, Sir.”

His mouth thinned. “Gabriel,” he rumbled in warning.

“Master.” He licked the shifter’s blood from his lips. “Thank you, Master.”

He smiled.

Exhilaration jolted through Gabriel. He’d never seen the shifter smile before, not like that. His pale blue eyes lit up as bright as a summer sky, the transformation all the more stunning after his forbidding glacial stare. One corner of his mouth kicked up higher than the other. His eyebrow arched. His head tilted to a devilish angle—

Gabriel had pleased him.

The part of Gabriel that was still human and struggling so fiercely died right then. Satisfaction bloomed in his chest, unfurling the tension that had gripped him. Whatever he was, this man was truly his master, and now that Gabriel knew the alluring thrill of pleasing him?

He’d do anything to earn another smile.

He would never run again.

“I know you won’t.” Lips curved in that wondrous bow, he nudged Gabriel’s head down and repositioned him, throbbing ass tipped high for the remainder of his punishment. “Such a lovely pet.”

The strike of his master’s palm against his abused ass was excruciating. Fresh tears leaked from Gabriel’s eyes. New sobs tore from his throat. His dick, swollen and aching, dripped precum. “Eight,” he sniveled. 

“Thank you, Sir.”

The shifter struck him harder than ever. The inhuman strength of his new body couldn’t save his poor ass; Gabriel wouldn’t sit comfortably for a week. But the pain was better now. Fueled with his master’s blood, Gabriel relaxed into it. Accepted it.

He’d found his headspace.

Suffused with peace, Gabriel skated on the edge of the world. His mind floated, bleary and vague. Lost though no longer alone, he fell deeper into his subspace—a quiet rush that never failed to stagger him. His spirit—his very soul—sang.

He couldn’t live without the pain that made him fly.

Nor could he live without his master.

Not now.

The shifter saw to that, and Gabriel was done fighting him. If he killed Gabriel after, so be it. He’d have this first.

So Gabriel arched his back and pushed his ass up in invitation. “Nine. Thank you, Sir.”

He teased Gabriel’s cleft so that he trembled anew. “Who do you belong to, pet?”

“You, Sir.”

His master rewarded him by presenting Gabriel with his finger to suck and then sliding the tip—only the tip—into his grasping hole. He pumped it slowly in and out, taunting Gabriel with what he wanted.

“One more, boy. Then I’ll fuck you. Hard.”

His balls hurt, eager to loose their load. He moaned out his delighted hunger.

The shifter played with him until he squirmed, then played with him more until the only sounds out of Gabriel’s throat were plaintive whines and breathless groans. Until he was desperate for his master to take him. To fuck him.

The last blow cracked the flesh of Gabriel’s tingling ass so fiercely his head rocked back. He cried out, his orgasm clawing at the base of his dick, and he couldn’t hold his pleas back anymore. “Please.” He gritted his teeth against the fervent need to come. “Master, please.”



  1. *slavers*

    Oh. My. I *want*!!!

    And here I though I was over the whole shifters thing...especially werewolves.


  2. My dear Amara~
    Oh, the joys of m/m shifters into BDSM! Yummy! I must read this book. PLEASE pick me, I will love you forever!
    ~June M.
    manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

  3. There's no such thing as being over the shifter thing, LOL. You've just got to find yourself a new (*pant, pant*) kind of shifter.


    Honestly, dudes, the excerpt is Chapter 1. It just gets hotter and more intense from there. LOLOL

  4. Oh wow loved the exert.... Dayum... Hot...

    Can't wait to read this love shifter stories especially those about a strong alpha male. Yummy...


  5. So... HOT!! omg!! I really, really, REALLY want this!!

    Please count me in for the drawing! DAMN I want this so bad!!


  6. I like shifters because they are more carnal and they can be more in touch with the animalistic side. Plus, there is a strict hierarchy with an Alpha who enforces rules and doles out punishment. For a D/s lover like me, it's heaven. Reading about shifters with Dom like Alpha males makes me moist. Haha. When a male who is forced into servitude to another male, I'm finding it even more arousing. Yes, I'm depraved. And yes, Ms. Gregg is the drug dealer of choice for this type of tasty drug.

  7. So, I was all ready with my answer and then I saw the excerpt.

    Which just pushed every button, yes it did.

    See, my favorite thing about shifter stories is the irresistible draw of mates and ownership. And, uh, that bit up there? Lovely *pants*

    So please, count me in!

  8. I like the whole possessiveness thing with shifters. That's what gets me.

    adara adaraohare com =)

  9. OMG! I think I saw my computer smoke just a little...LOL
    Please sign me up. I LOVE me some hawt shifter smut!

  10. There's something really compelling about shifters. Add SM into the mixed and I'm hooked *g*.

    The excerpt reads very hot *fans self*, so please count me in as I woudl love to read more. :-D

  11. I love the primativeness of the shifter. There is the alpha aspect, dom/sub aspect, the "mine" aspect, and etc that just seems more in shifters.


  12. Holy**ap just when I though you couldn't read anything hotter along comes another level.


  13. @tracykitn: LOL. Just when you think it's all been done, along comes Kari. W00T! :D :D

    @June: LOLOL! INORITE??!!!! I have been waiting for this one ever since I saw Kari start talking about it a few months back. Can.Not.Wait.To.Read! :D

    @Jayhjay: LOLOL Indeed!

    @Kari: *whispers* You rock. Just sayin. ;)

    @Sarah: Dayum inDEED!

    @Loveless3173: I've gotch'ya down darlin'. :D

    @La Crimson Femme: LOLOL Love the answer. Awesome.

    @Alex: LOLOL Hot little number isn't it. Gonna be goooood. I just know it is. WIN.

    @Adara: I like that too. :)

    @Courtney: LOLOL Gotta love smokin' hot. ;)

    @Robin: You're in darlin'. :)

    @Blue Smokey: Yeah, I gotta agree. Love that "mine" thing. Love it.

    @Erica: You and me both. Gonna rock. :)

    @comfort: LOLOL Inorite?! Exactly what I was thinking too.

    Thanks for coming by everyone. Hope you all had a great day! :D

  14. Ok, I'm game.

    I'm always up for a story that twists the human into some form of Chimera. The aspect I love most about shifter stories is the exploration of baser instincts, of shedding the trappings of humanity that complicate the primal.

    And the Omega concept is a fascinating one.

  15. Holy Hell, I'm pretty sure my eyeballs just melted. Woo!

    I was already in love with your writing, Kari. This just tipped me over into obsession. Oh, yeah.

    What do I like best about shifters? The rawness. The things it looks like you're bringing so strongly in this work. I love the undeniable pull between Cal and Gabriel, I love the unapologetic nature of the beast.
    I gotta get this book. Wowza.

  16. Yowza! After that post, everything about shifters appeals to me :-) Especially the alpha hunter - I love me some take-charge action! Thanks for the giveaway.

    smaccall AT comcast.net

  17. I'm totally with Alex on this one - the whole "Mine", marking your mate for life thing is sexy and loving at the same time. I love that there's an animal inside that has to be contained, another side to the human that makes things well, lol, animalistic, primitive and raw.

    Add me to the drawing, please. Can't wait to read this.

    kleemoon66 @ gmail.com

  18. Wow, sexy hot alpha shifters. What else could you ask for? Please count me in.


    ~ Monica

  19. This shifter story looks so awesome!!! I sooo want in!!!

    Zee, http://firepages.wordpress.com

  20. Holy hell. Wow.

    I so love shifter books.

    Add me to the list that wants in on the contest. :)

  21. Oddly enough there are a ton of old shifter myths were the shifters are not human like but animal like. It isn't something many modern writers use and I can't wait to read this.

  22. Omg, such a promising first chapter!! Can't wait to read this one!

    I love shifter stories b/c of the animalistic natures. I love the mates thing, the possessiveness, the super dominant attitude. I also really like the crazy animal-like sex. =P

  23. Love it~!
    Personally, what I like most about shifters is their freedom. Freedom to simply let loose the beast within each and everyone of us which is suppressed by the call of civilization. They let that animal roar. Literally, lol. And so saying, I love the way they let loose their instincts when it comes to their loved ones...it's just so hot and makes you want to be loved that way ^^;

    I'd really love to know how goes Gabriel and Cal's journey...and I've got a really sweet tooth for happy endings XD

  24. I so can't wait to read this book! The excerpt is awesome! Please count me in!

    As for why I love shifter books, well, what's there not to love? I simply adore the idea of mates and how well attuned to each other they are. What else? I love possessiveness and jealousy! And strangely enough, I love shifters' hightened senses. It's my kink I guess, but the idea that they actually can smell everything is kind of sexy.

    Besides, the whole thing about two beings living in one body - a human and an animal, although in a way mind-boggling, can be extreemely exciting!

  25. When it comes to (most?) shifters, I really like how they are honest about wanting the person they're attracted to. They save the games for something more fun, but leave no doubts about what they want. I suppose it could be overwhelming as well as reassuring when you're the "target", but I like the honesty. :D

  26. Rhi, Cherie, Bookwyrm, K-lee, Delta, Firepages, Lasha, silversnitcher, snowy, crimsonlily, morgana-white, Rain: Heya everyone! Thanks soooooo much for coming to play giveaway!

    I hope you all are having a good week, thanks for coming by! :D

  27. Gotta have shifters! enter me too please!


  28. Late to the party but please count me in, too. The excerpt is very promising. ;)

    Thanks! :) (jutie@gmx.de)

  29. @Gabby and Lilli: I've got you both down. Thanks so much for coming to play giveaway. :D



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