Welcome readers! Today I have lovely author Shyla Colt dropping in for a visit to tell us about her recent release Vixen Claimed. Go for it, Shyla!
A
pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but
it's the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens. Devlin,
Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes,
and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love. In Vixen
Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.
Blurb
When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch
of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A
moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face
with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.
Jace has spent the past six years furious
at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both
straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a
very special request, that they include his best friend.
Plagued by sexual impotency after being in
a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and
disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop
unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex.
Excerpt
“You
know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really
attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in
his head.”
“No I
am—very attracted.”
He
pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and
her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to
be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His
eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s
over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was
a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does
honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want
this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment
took her breath and she pulled away.
“Wow.”
“I
second that, dear.”
“I want
to do it again.”
Their
lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that
made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango
that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The
skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes
popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.
“Don’t
stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties
and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was
constricted. Tease. All thoughts were
obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as
Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole.
Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast
through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician
with a guitar.
“This needs
to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing
when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them
pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into
her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.
“Damn,
you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.
“Yes,”
she said, her voice strained and low.
“Look at
how wet she is for us, Trist.”
She
opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace
moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.
“You
smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.
“Have a
taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink
tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the
spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of
soda and Mentos.
“Holy
shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.
He rubbed
her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts.
A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened
her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with
his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace
flicked her sensitive clit.
“We want
you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give
him a little taste.”
“Oh God.”
A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like
a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she
detonated.
“Tristan!”
She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was.
A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again.
Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a
doll.
“Catch
your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s
voice tightened something low in her stomach.
“I-I can’t,”
she huffed.
“You can and you will,” Jace whispered from
his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under
the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders,
whispering in her ear.
“I want
to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of
yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick
prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in
girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with
each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar
flowed from her center. Maybe I can do
this again.
“I can
feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?”
Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man
become the pied piper of dick?
“Shit,
yes.”
“Oooh,
you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”
“Keep
talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can
be.”
“Mhmm,
is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her
heart soar.
“You
ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.
“Yes.”
She
crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with
lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as
she shimmied down to his base.
“You
feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down
slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve
endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.
Vixen Claimed can be purchased at the
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Want to know more about Shyla and her work ?
You can find her at www.shylacolt.com.
Twitter: @shylacolt
Email: Sassy3134@gmail.com
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