Dark & Early this morning and back to the Evil Day Job. This kind of scene is hard enough to write, let alone at the butt crack of dawn, but I finally finished up Sal’s scene. I’m exhausted, and they’re just getting started.
Today: 1,210 words
NaNo Total: 49,155 words
Snippet: Shannari is discussing marks with Dharman and Sal, whether she’ll let them mark her and vice versa. Short, because…well…there’s not much of this entire scene I can post without getting Bethanie fired. HA.
“I’m certainly going to mark you both again if you’ll let me.”
Sal’s eyes glowed. He crawled closer and plopped on his stomach, staring up at her through his hair. “Anywhere I want?”
She rolled her eyes but she knew he felt the unfurling desire spreading through her body at the thought. “Anywhere that won’t…er…maim you.”
He pouted, which startled her enough she let out a choked laugh.
Dharman sat up, scooting her over to the side of the bed. He stood with her in his arms and headed for the bath. “Walk in front of us, Sal. I think she’ll figure out where she wants to mark you.”
Sal sauntered past, shaking his head slightly so his hair swished down his back. He paused, looking back over his shoulder with a decidedly lecherous grin. “Alea always did say I could give Gregar a hard gallop for his rahke.”
Holding her breath, Shannari let the waterfall of his hair draw her eyes down his sculpted shoulders and back to his bare backside. He didn’t have dimples on each cheek like the Shadowed Blood–his were higher near the base of his spine, two dished indentions begging for her tongue–nor the same heavily muscled thighs, but Sal definitely possessed a tempting ass of rounded, firm muscle, framed by all that glorious heavy hair.
She dragged her gaze up back to his and hoped her mouth wasn’t hanging open. She suspected that she needed to wipe her chin.
He winked. “You haven’t gotten a good look at my front, either, although Dharman takes that rahke.”