Carys Weldon Blog
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Sexcerpt HOOD XXX warningHere's an excerpt from Hood. You may have seen it before--because it is one of my favorites from the book. Every time I read it, I admire both my hero and my heroine. I think you can see Giselle's sense of humor, and her emotional need to keep Hood wanting something from her. Ya gotta admire the bitch who keeps the top dog coming back for more. Enjoy:
The minute he came through the door, I demanded, “Lie on the bed.”
So, Hood doesn’t take orders. Ever. From anybody. This was totally new to him. And he immediately hesitated, obviously letting his mistrust, and his true nature—of being the alpha in charge—move to the fore. He shook his head, “I don’t think so.”
At an impasse, we both had our feet planted wide, facing each other. Staring into one another’s eyes, clashing wills.
He read my mind again. I’d been going to service him.
I can always tell when I surprise him. He narrows his gaze—just for an instant. Then there’s a minute bit of wonder or appreciation that zips over his expression, but he’s careful not to say too much.
I licked my lips with a smile, letting my eyes flash a little triumph. “Shame,” I said. “You let your pride get in the way of a lot of things, Hood.”
He conceded that with the slightest of nods.
When he didn’t move or say anything else in response, I asked, “What are you thinking now?”
A devilish grin slipped onto his face. “I was wondering how you’d react if I said—”
I got laughing, interrupted him with, “Oh, please don’t say on your knees, bitch.”
So, okay, he didn’t. But that had been exactly what he’d been about to say. He asked, “You think that’s funny?”
“Well…yeah.” (Dogs and men are so predictable sometimes.)
He chewed on his lower lip, trying to figure me out. “I don’t get you.”
I scooted on over to him. “Why’s that?”
“You were going to—”
Stepping closer, tweaking his manhood with a quick grab, I asked, “What?”
To his credit, he didn’t jump.
“You’re a fucking tease.”
“You just noticed?”
“I just realized that you knew I would read your thoughts.”
“Hm.” I yanked. Not hard. Just enough to make him jerk a little—you know, defensive worry setting in.
“Stop that.”
Offering a pout, I asked, “You don’t really want me to, do you?”
“I want you to get serious.”
Always so serious.
Slipping around behind him, I tiptoed so I could whisper in his ear. “I am serious, Hood.” I let my fingers glide from his manhood, over his hip, across his buttocks, reached lower….
Amazing how quick he can turn—in a flash, he snagged me by the wrist, pulled me around in front of him and said, “What are you playing at?”
Feigning innocence, I asked, “Whatever do you mean?”
Hood didn’t answer. Not out loud, anyway. In my head, I heard be careful, Giselle.
“Or what?” You’ll hurt me?
Don’t tempt me.
I tugged free. I didn’t want to tempt him. I wanted to send him over the friggin edge. Instead of thinking that at that moment, though, I simply dropped to my knees in front of him. Shocking the hell out of him, I grabbed a hold of his cock, looked up at him—with my mouth poised over the knob, and asked, “What happens if I tempt you?”
Not waiting for a response, I went down on him, swallowed him whole. That made him gasp, reach for my head with both hands, and groan, “Ah, Giselle.”
There was definite satisfaction in knowing that he hadn’t really been expecting it, and that, once again, I’d won the round. I mean, he got pleasured, but I got true satisfaction, because, in nothing more than seconds, he was out of his mind with what I was doing to him.
He’d be going over that conversational foreplay for a long time.
But true to my wicked ways, I got him right there, to the edge of the precipice he wanted to reach, and…stopped. My lips were swollen from my efforts, I knew. I could feel how puffy they’d gotten.
It took him a second to get it, before he looked down at me. I mean, he’d been watching me most of the time—or what he could. My hair is layered, full, and I’m pretty sure that it blocked his view much of the time. I’d only stopped, momentarily from time to time, to push it out of the way and glance up, get a breath.
Some of the time, he’d had his head up, to the ceiling, and I knew he wanted to howl for how good it felt. He just had that werewolf pose, you know? Head up, knees buckled, shoulders hunched, trying to get more, afraid to move for fear I’d quit…?
He gutturally insisted, “Don’t stop.” And he looked down at me, his dark eyes even blacker than normal. “For Gaia’s sake, don’t stop now.”
So, that prompted a small smile from me. “Why, Hood…are you begging?”
There was a long pause between us before he got some self-control together, let go of my face (his fingers were wrapped up, a little, in my hair,) pulled himself from my hand, and backed up. “No, Giselle,” he said.
Tongue in cheek, I waited for him to withdraw completely—because he and I knew this was really a test of all that he was. I could see admiration in his eyes—for the fact that I’d brought him almost to that point.
I rolled my shoulders in an easy shrug. “Shame. Like I said, Hood, you cheat yourself out of a lot.”
Squeezing himself, he beat off in front of me. He was not happy with me. He said, “Wrong, Giselle. You cheat me.”
Okay. That felt like a hard slap. One more mistake to put on the record book.
Watching him spurt onto the floor, I tried not to think, not to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I hated myself at that moment. Always trying to outthink him, to be clever. Always losing.
4 Comments:
I already bought it and I'm looking forward to reading it!!!
By 
Rinda Elliott, at
6:45 AM
Am gonna buy that book!
When you read it, come to this blog and tell us what you thought of it. Unless you hated it, then just email me and rant. K? ;)
By CarysWeldonblog, at
6:36 AM
I swear, like Chaos, this book is just different than most of the erotic romances I've purchased. Cool different. Can't stop reading different. I really liked it! It's so raw, honest and hot! Since you've read some of my writing on my blog, you know I like gritty. This was so gritty I could feel it crackling between my teeth. Too cool.
By Rinda Elliott, at
10:37 PM
