Filthy Leuker: Feral Heat 2

Excerpt 1:

Sam Hightower's pulse raced at the sight of ripped abs and muscular thighs. The man who flowed across the stage with such little effort looked so much like his lover, Grant Newsome, that Sam blinked his eyes a few times to make sure his vision wasn't playing tricks on him. Who's the god with the rapt attention of every man and woman in this room?
The two men could have been brothers. Grant's twin wore his hair at shoulder length, thick and full, with tendrils falling in his shining green eyes. Those eyes are emerald green, so green they glow like an aurora in winter. His face bore the same smoldering look of extreme concentration. This man would snap at Sam, turning on him in an instant if he interrupted his train of thought, much the same way Grant grumbled if he did the same thing. Each twist of his hip and roll of his shoulder enhanced the earthy lust his meager leotard couldn't contain. The dancer strutted amid his shorter and less stellar-looking partners bringing a flush to Sam's cheeks. He moved with a grace Grant lacked, but animal magnetism oozed from every pore. Tall and majestic, he glided across the stage is if his feet didn't touch the ground, his elegant form so beautiful he took Sam's breath away.
"Sorry, luv, you're a day late and a dollar short. We've already had him," that sultry and husky feminine voice jarred him from his daydream. Charlotte stood before him with her arms akimbo, hip thrust outward, giving him a cheeky grin. Dressed in tight black jeans and a tighter black tank top that squeezed together her huge breasts, she twisted her bee-stung lips in an amused grin that she once again bested him in the fucking department. "His name's Leuker Pearce and he's a stallion in bed."
"I'd love to pierce him."
"You might be able to," Lina said. The quieter of the two women stood behind Charlotte, her arms wrapped around the gutsier one's waist. Quite the virago, Charlotte's lusty nature thrilled Sam on the few occasions they found themselves in bed together. Or in the back seat of his car. Or those two times in the catwalks with their groans echoing throughout the theater. Charlotte preferred women to men, but Sam enjoyed her touch and smell too many times to count. He teased the woman by sneaking up behind her to grab her boobs. She retaliated by bursting unexpectedly from behind road boxes to squeeze his cock. Despite the sex play, they were buddies more than sex partners.
She and her lover Lina settled in Portland after years traveling on the road. Amazed at how much the two looked alike, he admired their sleek arms and hands, strong from years of painting sets. They could be twins – or doppelgangers. Harbingers of doom. And now his lover's twin writhed before him, making love to the stage as he twirled and leaped. Imagine the fivesome we could have. It would be like something out of a Penthouse letter!


Excerpt 2:

"I need a run. Gotta unwind," Sam said as he stretched his spine. "My back is killing me."
"A run will do both of us some good,” Grant said. “Is it wise to head for the woods, though? What about hunters?"
"There's a stretch of woods near the cave where hunting is forbidden. We can run there. I need to get the kinks out of my system." Sam wanted to run to get his blood racing in anticipation of their midnight tryst with Luke.
"I could use a meal, too. Venison sound good to you?" Sam had worked up quite an appetite all day and he needed meat. Hunting season promised the most delectable deer meat as long as he and Grant avoided the hunter's arrows. He salivated so much over the thought of a delicious meal of venison, fresh and pink, he could taste the coppery tang of the blood against his tongue.
Sam stripped off his pants and tossed them against a chair, followed by his shirt and boxer briefs. Naked, he stood in beams of moonlight cast through the living room window that illuminated his wiry arms and well-shaped legs.
His beauty didn't escape Grant, who stared at him with admiration. He walked to Sam and slipped his arms around his lover's waist. "We could always forgo the run. Have our own run right here on the rug." He pressed his lips against Sam's and slipped his tongue into his mouth.
Sam closed his eyes, succumbing to the rush of arousal he felt as Grant's kiss overwhelmed him. That's two hot kisses in one day. Am I a lucky guy or what? "Tempting, lover, but I am in dire need of some fresh air. The run will do us a world of good. Besides, we have a guest at midnight. Witching hour. Plenty of time for a second run on the rug."
Both of them naked, they slid into the night, blending into the shadows as they headed for the woods near the cave where they'd be safe from hunters. Chilled fall air blew against Sam's skin, bringing forth a ripple of shivers until his muscles warmed from exertion. The full moon broke free from the shackles of rain clouds breaking up in the high winds. Stars winked overhead, teasing Sam as they played peek-a-boo with the night haze.
Blood rushed through his veins with the fire of transformation. His breath grew hoarse as his throat tightened and expanded. Limbs lengthened and back arched, and as he ran his body pitched forward, forcing him to run on all fours. Legs and arms turned wolfen in their gait and intensity. The rush of adrenaline heated his veins. Thighs and forearms sparked with energy as he raced past low-lying brush and thorny branches so quickly they stung at his thickening flesh. Sam never felt so alive as when he sped through the woods in his feral form, and this evening he felt more vibrant than ever.
Hunger raged through him. Deer, warm and bloody, would quench his hunger until midnight, when he would quench his other intense appetite.
Sam, with Grant on his heels, skulked in the underbrush, nose keening the air in search of the gamey scent of buck. Teeth gnashing and mouth drooling with hunger and anticipation, Sam crouched beneath a blackberry bush as a doe and fawn pranced by. Too small. I need something more substantial. Sam glanced at Grant, who pawed the earth with sharp claws, as eager for a meal as he was.
As the moon shoved aside clouds to shine full and bright in the night sky, the most majestic buck Sam had ever seen emerged in a clearing. This animal stood nearly ten feet tall with a fifteen point rack that would make any hunter's heart ache with excitement. The buck's musky scent filled his nostrils and he resisted snorting lest he scare it leaping into the woods. This animal would make a magnificent meal! Muscles coiled tense with the hunt as he crawled slowly across the woodland floor until he was within ten feet of the animal.
He bolted. Grant raced immediately behind him, shadowing his moves.

Excerpt 3:

"I don't think we'll be getting much rest tonight. I'm feeling adventurous!" Charlotte dipped her finger in her Tuaca and rubbed it around her mouth, pursing her lips with the promise of much more. She pulled a pair of dice out of her back pocket of her jeans and rolled them in her palm. "What do you say we play with my Sex Dice?"
"What are Sex Dice?" Luke looked so open and naïve Sam wanted to hug him.
"He's adorable," Charlotte brushed her fingers against Luke's arm, making Luke double-take at her bold gesture. A pang of jealousy washed over Sam, but he immediately shoved the feeling away. They'd share each other's bodies soon enough. Charlotte continued: "Sex Dice are a game. We shake the dice and do whatever they tell us to do. One die says what to do and the other die says to whom to do it."
Luke reached for the dice in Charlotte's hand but Lina slapped him away. She likes slapping. I could get into a little swat. The pain would do me good.
"No!” Lina commanded. “I'd rather see your reaction the moment you have to remove your shirt or French kiss the person to your right."
"Good thing we're bi or that could be awkward." Mirth filled Grant's voice.
"Or enticing," Charlotte nibbled brie from an apple slice. Melting cheese dripped from the corner of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue snatched it up before it could get away, making Sam's cock twitched with delight. "Have you ever seen two straight women kiss? It's very exciting. All the giggling and petting. They love it. They just don't admit it."
"Enough talk! Let's play. Everyone on the floor in a circle." Sam took the dice from Charlotte as the five of them sat on the floor with Sam against the couch and to his right Grant, then Lina, Luke, and Charlotte.
"I'll go first," He took a long swallow of his Tuaca and tossed the dice on the rug.