Closing in on the final chapters of Wild Beast Mate. It’s a bit over 100 pages and has action. I did throw in some of my UF writing mojo. Dewlyn and Vice kick ass. Kink explored? I took this one a bit past my comfort zone, so I’ll see if I’ll tone it down or go with it. Either way, the kink is considered edge play though I do my magic and weave it as sugarkink. The book is darkish and the least humorous of my books (I think). Though, of course, there’s funny shit happening. Like Dewlyn’s voice:
He winked at me and pointed at my rope-bound hands. “Got shackled, ha?”
I winked back. “Fell off your bike, ha?” This beast rode an ancient type of a bike called Harley Davidson on the ground, not in the sky, and I’d seen his dumbass eat shit into the bushes. The sky-bikes glided, and riding on the road and on the sky were like apples and oranges. “Need training wheels?”
Wiped the smirk right of his face. I grinned. “You didn’t think anyone saw that did ya?”
“Wait a minute,” Vice said. “That shiner isn’t from cage fighting, it’s from the bushes?”
“It’s from the bike handle. Jabbed him in the eye then he got up and started beating up the bike.”
Vice threw his head back and laughed. When he came to, he raised his hand in a “high five”. Before I could think about it, I slapped his palm. When I attempted to jerk back, he ceased my wrist, locked gazes with me, and placed a kiss on said palm.
The room quieted.
See ya next time!
