It's
been a wild wicked ride for me. When I first had the idea for Cuffed
and Collared, it sat on the backburner for a bit. My mind swirls with
ideas and hops around quite a bit. The spark happen when I saw a very
inspiring photo on Facebook which I can't share because I don't own
the pic. Needless to say, that's the first spark. The second spark
happened because of Lila Shaw. I love her succubus books. Instead
doing something with those little devils, I turned myself to the male
side--incubus. This is the second one I've done, though the first one
was m/f. I love the mythos behind it and honestly, you can take it to
new heights. I love writing every spectrum of erotic romance and my
last m/m had been released some time ago. This one took a dark turn
yet still ended in a HFN. The journey to get there, however, is
littered with suspense. Enjoy!
CUFFED
AND COLLARED
by
Kastil Eavenshade
published
09 March 2015
by
Evernight Publishing
A
creature born in sin and debauchery, Markus Theo doesn’t care which
orifice sates his incubus lust. After all, in the city's lower
echelon no one pays attention to a petty thief sucking on souls so
long as his victims remain breathing—until a sexy half-incubus cop
cuffs him to table for more than questioning. A prison cell is the
least of his worries when tempting Detective Leo Vincent collars him
and ignites a hunger like no other. Something stirs beyond the carnal
greed and one kiss brands his damned soul.
Lost
in a world of submission and sin, Markus will do anything for his
lover—even infiltrate the underbelly of an incubus crime operation.
He never expects to confront a piece of his past that could destroy
everything. Torn between losing Leo or his anonymity, Markus prepares
to sacrifice his freedom for the one man he truly loves.
Read on for a teaser!
I
glanced at the cop in the corner. His eyes never met mine but his
hand wavered near his gun. I slumped in the chair, regarding the
person in front of me. The detective also wore a gun at his side.
Could I possibly beguile him and start a skirmish between the two? If
I got lucky, someone would come in to break them up and I could slip
out, but what then? By his build, I'd rather use my abilities to have
him under the table in blow job city. However, that broke my “no
cop” rule.
"Here's
the thing." I tapped the papers. "These don't exist."
My tone was low, meant only for him. I stared into his eyes, letting
my natural pheromones saturate the air. "In fact, you've never
seen them before."
He
sat back, his jaw unhinged. As I opened my mouth for the killing
blow, he laughed at me.
What
had just happened?
"Thing
is, your latest fuck toy told me what you are and, well…" He
stood and walked over to my side of the table, laying his filthy
hands on my shoulders. "I'm part incubus so none of your tricks
are going to work on me." He whispered in my ear. "Why do
you think I took the case? I'm the only one who remembers those two
other cases in front of you."
He
moved back to his side of the table. Cold washed over me and I
prepared myself for the fate in front of me were I to return to
prison. Gnawing hunger and never getting enough soul sucking to
control the ache. The detective snapped his fingers and the cop went
to the door, tapping a few times. The door opened and he exited,
leaving me and the half-breed alone.
"Just
so you know, you didn't have to lower your voice. No one is behind
the glass and Officer Bergon was under my control." He laced his
fingers together. His tongue wet his lips and I imagined him using
his cuffs to restrain me for an unlawful carnal fuck. Thoughts I
tried quickly to purge.
"So
get this over with." I pushed the papers back to him. My mind
refused to eradicate how damn sexy he was. Now wasn't the time for
temptation with incarceration on the line.
"Not
that simple. Your fuck toy that turned you in? I've been watching him
for a long time. I thought you were an interesting part of the
puzzle—an incubus stealing to pay for a small taste of such a small
soul when you could have fed on better."
"I
have fed on better." I spat to the side. "How about we get
to the meat of why you have me in here. You know … brother," I
pointed to me, "to half-wannabe." My finger swung his way.
He
spread out his arms. "Donnie Peterson has more than you on his
roster. The man you saw him with when you got arrested? Just another
one of his pawns like you."
"I'm
no one's pawn."
"You're
going to be everyone's pawn if you don't drop the attitude and listen
up." He pounded the table.
Good
cop and bad cop all rolled into one hot mess.
I'd have been lying to myself if I didn't give him credit for being a
tasty treat. If no one was truly watching, I'd be wishing he'd slam
me down on this table and show me how big his cock was. As my
thoughts ran wild, I caught a dark glower growing in his eyes as his
pupils enlarged. So, I could
affect him.
"Are
you saying you want to save my ass from being the latest buffet line
in county? I mean, if you’re here and know what I am, then you know
exactly where to put me to make my life hell."
"I
want you to find out who is the king to the bishop you've been
dealing with."
"Donnie
works for someone else?"
He
chuckled. "You never noticed his many trips?"
"I
never cared. Not like he's the only fuck in town. He was just a good
steady hook up without the hassle." I inspected my fingernails.
"If I help you, what's going to give me what I need to have a
clear conscience?" And a clear record without any proof left
lying around for the next half-breed asshole. It was bad for one in
my line of work to be tied to a cop. I did have some morals, however
loose they may be.
"Only
if you listen to exactly what I tell you."
I
pondered his arrangement. I had no issue playing the part of a sub,
if that was what he was implying. The matter, however, of Donnie was
my problem. I wanted to get back at him for what he'd attempted to
do. I couldn't pay that little bitch back behind bars.
"And
if you release me how does that work exactly? Donnie knows you
arrested me. He thinks I'm gone and not his problem anymore."
"He
has no idea you got picked up." The detective grinned. Sneaky
incognito man in blue had covered all his tracks, so it seemed.
"You're
a piece of work." Okay, I'd be lying if I didn't want to fuck
him. Was he releasing pheromones to beguile me? I shook my head at
the thought. "Deal."
He
nodded. "My name is Leo Vincent. I'm going to bring you out the
back way and you're going to waltz back in the front and ask for me.
Tell them you have information on Donnie Peterson."
"And
then what?"
He
stood and leaned in. "Then I'm going to fuck you like you've
been fantasizing this whole time."
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Kastil
Eavenshade is multi-published author pandering her romantic
shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties,
she's dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in
history--past, present, or future--is safe from the clutches of her
muse.
Her
passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh
Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as
they've always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without
them, she wouldn't be here. She finds pleasure in writing anything
from fantasy to romance-which sometimes parallel each other. Find her
on Facebook,
Goodreads,
her blog The
Eclectic Zaftig Chick,
and Amazon.
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