Moonset

By Mathilde Madden

So, so long ago I started telling you about my Silver Werewolves Trilogy. And now, it all comes to an end. This week, the third and final book The Silver Cage was published in America. I've been though 6 publications dates with these books. (And that's not including my novellas and short stories set in the same universe.)

So I apologise if this seems like one last extract and book cover too many, but bear with me.

In the last part of the trilogy Alfie and Iris are driven apart when Alfie is taken prisoner (along with wayward wolf cub Leon).

They are held in a dungeon by the uber-powerful Divine Wolf and her wicked witch partner Sabrina. At first the two of them are imprisoned together in a Silver Cage - with only one thing to do to pass the time. But the Divine soon puts a stop to that. Leon is taken from the cage and Alfie is handcuffed and left inside.

All Leon can do is watch as Alfie's frustration grows...

Leon was looking at Alfie. He did that a lot. He didn't know how long he'd been locked down here or what was going to happen to him. But looking at his sire helped. It made him feel safe.

Alfie was lying naked on his side. His cuffed wrists pulled up and twisted a little behind his back where the chain was twined around the bars of his cage.

In a rare lucid moment Alfie had wondered aloud why this set up. Why he was still in the cage and Leon outside it in the cellar room. Leon knew why. Firstly and most simply the cage was magical, worked like the collar, held Alfie's form. The reason they weren't both in the cage anymore was obvious - Alfie would thrall Leon into making him orgasm. Leon could see how tormented Alfie was by the constant frustration and teasing. The Divine clearly wanted to drive Alfie mad by not letting him climax. There was no way she'd let him and Leon go back to their earlier ways of comfort through rutting. But it was safe to keep Leon outside the cage while Alfie was locked up, because no matter how many times Alfie told him to run, there was no way Leon was going anywhere.

He didn't hear the door opening, but when a musical lilt of a voice said, 'Well ain't love grand!' Leon knew he would have recognised her anywhere.

'Sabrina,' he said, rolling over.

She was standing in the doorway. She looked just the same as she had the last time he had seen her. Bare delicate feet, long brown legs, a stretchy tight white dress that seemed to make her look more naked. She smiled. Leon's broken heart went heavy and tight in his chest.

The magic Sabrina had used once to temporarily break his thrall to Alfie and make him loyal to her was still there – somewhere inside him - pushing its way to the fore again now he was in a room with her. Looking at her seemed to activate it.

'How are you, Leon?' Sabrina said. She threw a single wary glance at Alfie. Leon didn't get up, he let her approach him and drop into a crouch. She covered his body with hers and kissed him.

All Leon could think about was how Sabrina was so beautiful.

She ran her fingers through his long blond hair, melting away the tangles that had matted their way into it while he had been locked up. Every morning, while The Divine bathed and tormented Alfie, she gave Leon a bowl of water to wash with, but it was barely adequate. However, Sabrina, as she touched him, seemed to cleanse him. The grime and sweat of weeks of captivity seemed to melt away.

Leon let his gaze wander to Alfie, who was watching them from the cage.

Sabrina's hands had come to rest on the fastening of his jeans. She reached down and turned his chin, making him face her again. 'There's something different about you, Leon,' she whispered. 'You used to be blind to anyone but me when we were together. Let me remind you.'

Sabrina bent back over his crotch and popped open his fly, his erection sprung out, but Leon didn't know whether he was hard from Sabrina's petting or in that way he often got from idly gazing at Alfie, naked and frustrated in the cage.

Sabrina leaned closer still and took Leon's cock into her mouth. Down and down into her throat.

'Oh god,' Leon moaned, almost shocked at the raw ridiculous pleasure of it.

Sabrina laughed and those vibrations flowed into his cock and seemed to spiral out through his whole body. The pleasure was intense. Too much. Every hair on his body stood on end. His nipples were pinched taut. Sabrina let her mouth work his cock a few more times then pulled free. She worked it with a tight fist. Then she whispered. 'Stand up, werewolf. See me.'

Leon obeyed her. He got shakily to his feet, his body still buzzing, overcome with almost debilitating arousal.

'Touch it,' Sabrina whispered. 'Touch yourself.'

Leon took his cock in his hand and brought himself to the rising edge of his orgasm, fast and sudden. He stroked again. Nothing. The sensation suddenly gone.

He looked at Sabrina. She smiled.

'Witch,' said Leon, frantically working his cock and suddenly feeling nothing. 'What did you do.'

'Very little, actually. You've been wondering, haven't you? How it feels for him. For your sire. Your heart is breaking for his suffering.'

'No,' said Leon sharply.

'He has your pleasure, Leon?'

'What?' Leon turned his head and looked at Alfie. His eyes were closed or almost closer. He looked peaceful and pleasured.

'Touch it,' Sabrina whispered.

Leon stroked his cock. He felt nothing, but in the cage Alfie moaned and bucked, thrusting his groin into the empty air.

'Just as you wished. I know you've been taunting him, making him watch you. And I also know, that deep down, your only wish was that you could give that pleasure to him.'


'No.' Leon shook his head. 'That's rubbish.'

Sabrina smiled. 'This spell doesn't work like that Leon. I made a magic to give you the sexual experience you most desired. And, it would seem, what you most desire is for your sire to have your pleasure.'

'No, no.' Leon shook his head hard.

'So you don't want him to feel you come?' Sabrina said, getting to her feet.

'I… I…' Leon was shaking his head.

Sabrina moved closer. Leon was backed up against the stone wall. Sabrina's long cool fingers closed around his cock. 'Well?' she whispered. 'The Divine won't know. It won't affect her potion. He won't actually come. Just feel it when you do.' Her fist was tight, moving on Leon's cock.

Leon bucked and gasped, squirming, his back against the wall – but he felt no pleasure from what she was doing. He looked at Alfie. He knew that look on his sire's face – the pleasure was clearly all his.

'If you wanted to enjoy it yourself, you would,' Sabrina whispered, and her voice was harsh and bitter.

Leon moaned and felt himself ejaculate. He looked at Alfie, writhing as Leon came.

After a second Sabrina brought her semen smeared fingers up to Leon's lips and shoved them into his mouth. As he cleaned her up she muttered, 'So, werewolf, who's your daddy?'

Poor Alfie and Leon. Of course Iris is out there somewhere, trying desperately to find her truest love (trying to find Leon? - not really so desperate), but she is having to deal with problems of her own too.

Hop over to my blog for more on that. (And the book winning.)

And my blog is where I'll be from now on as I'm taking a break from Lust Bites. I've had a wonderful time here and I'll miss it like crazy but I know I'm leaving it in the most capable of hands. And of course I'll be popping up in the comments from time to time.

Best wishes

Mat x

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What? One last gratuitous pic before I go? Oh go on, you've twisted my arm. (Or at least that's why I think it's so sore.)

Bye Bye!
MxM

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Possession: The Silver Chains

By Mathilde Madden
I really didn’t have time to write a novella for Possession. I had these three other books to write at the time. But the chance to tell even more stories about my werewolf pack was too good to pass up.

And there was one bit of backstory I didn’t quite know where to put in the trilogy.

All the Silver Werewolf novels take place in the UK, but in the first book the hero Alfie has some magical silver chains that he uses so he can have sex without transforming into a wolf and killing his partner. I wanted to explain exactly how he had acquired them.


Hera leaned up over him and pulled down the chains. One cuff already attached to each of the bed posts. She smiled at Alfie as she lifted his right wrist and began to fix it down. 'It's very easy to adjust the spell on them. Just a little elementary magical skill really.' And in the time it took her to say that, she had both Alfie's wrists secure. Utterly secure.

'So they'll change with me? They won’t come off?' Alfie said. He was so overwhelmed. Need. Desire. Pure and brutal. He was still thrumming with it.

'Not a chance, my beautiful wolf. I will be quite safe no matter how hard you fight. And I even have a spelled muzzle that will twist when you do too. Those fangs won’t be coming out tonight. No matter how much I make you scream for me.'

In response to the realisation that he was going to get to have sex, Alfie had groaned so loud and so long that it was only muffled when Hera suddenly stuffed a thick pad of leather into his mouth and started tightening attached straps all around his head.

The leather felt strangely soft and satisfying in his mouth. He bit at it and it tasted hot and salty and flesh like. Hera, on top of him, leaned down, kiss-close.

'The only problem is you don’t get to kiss me,' she said, her mouth floating above his sealed and stoppered lips.

Alfie moaned as she flicked out her tongue and nudged at the edges of the muzzle. Somehow the frustration of it was more erotic that a real kiss. He moaned and strained.

'One thing about this situation,' said Hera, drawing her head back from the tease, 'is that when you come it's all over. You come. You change. No more fun for me, you see. We need to make you wait a long, long time. I need to be sure that I'll fully satisfied before you are.' She reached back and drew her hand along the length of Alfie's aching, waiting cock. 'We need to make this poor thing wait.'

Alfie moaned yet again and Hera dipped her head and ran her tongue over the leather that sealed Alfie's mouth. Over and over.

Alfie rolled and bucked his hips, but somehow he knew she was going to make him wait a long, long time.

Her fingernails grazed his chest, raised angry red lines, little tiny beads of his blood. She pinched her own nipples to hardness with finger tips slicked with his own desperate wetness, his helpless needy precome.

She licked his nose and pulled his hair and then, from somewhere, produced a beautiful blue-glass dildo. She glanced down at Alfie's straining erection. 'This looks pretty close to your size,' she said as she held it on the base of his belly, jutting right above his real cock.

He gasped and thrust his pelvis making his real cock twitch next to the replacement.

'In some ways,' Hera said, 'the glass is better. Cooler in this heat.'

And she slid herself up and mounted the blue dildo, holding it firm against his abdomen with one hand. Alfie felt her moving on it. His erection was tight up against the groove of her arse. As she moved it teased him, but it wasn't enough to make him come. He was already desperate. He could feel the wolf close but not quite able to break through. He rolled and fought his bonds.

Hera came. Quick and sudden she screamed and pushed her free hand into his hair, falling forwards and ending up thrashing against him with her tits covering his face. He screamed into the gag, wanting nothing more than to be able to flick his tongue over her nipples.

And then she lifted her head, smiled, kissed his hot cheek, dropped the dildo on the floor and slid herself back onto his cock.

An hour of teasing, a year without feeling a woman around his cock, Alfie thought like he would die of pleasure. His cock was in fire. Every nerve screamed with heat and need.

This was going to be no great performance of stamina, just a quick bucking fuck. His hips moved, slammed up into her. Over and over and over and down, into the wolf.

Mat x

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The Silver Cage

By Mathilde Madden

I’m here again because, practically speaking, I have three books out this week. There’s Possession of course, but also on Tuesday Silver Werewolves 2: The Silver Crown came out in the US and today Silver Werewolves 3: The Silver Cage comes out in the UK. The last book - that means, here at least, it is now possible to go out and buy the entire 3 book series in one great wodge!

So I’m celebrating, even though this schedule is crazy. Although nowhere near as crazy as my schedule when I was writing the damn things.

Reading order
Silver Werewolves 1: The Silver Collar
Silver Werewolves 2: The Silver Crown
Silver Werewolves 3: The Silver Cage

And I’m back tomorrow to tell you about my contribution to Possession. Does it involve werewolves? Wait and see…

Mat x

Silver Werewolves Book 2: The Silver Crown

By Mathilde Madden

I know, I know, book one has only just come out in the US and already the UK is getting the sequel. But don't worry - no spoilers if you haven't read book one yet, just a hot little snippet and the chance to win your own copies of both Book One: The Silver Collar and Book Two: The Silver Crown.

(By the way, although book 2 would make sense on its own, the books are best read in order.)

So I won't say too much, just that this is the heroine of all three books, Iris, out doing her job, with her ex-husband and fellow werewolf hunter Blake.

Blake flicked his mic back up. He turned his body a couple of degrees and lined himself up square on with Iris. He smiled. One of his nasty ones. 'Right then.'

Iris stared at him. She felt suddenly very, very alone in a dark park with a predatorily scary man. She shook herself – again. Not a scary man. Just Blake. Blake. Ex-husband, Beast loving, werewolf hunter Blake. 'Right then, what?' she said, horrified when her voice came out as a crackling whisper.

'No more bloody messing around. I'm going to fuck you now, Iris.'

The corners of Iris's mouth twitched into a smile. She almost laughed. 'What?'

'You heard me.'

'What? Blake. Don't. Stop it. We need to go back and help Pepper. She's got two lycs down there not to mention Pure – whatever he is.'

Blake cocked his head. His movements had suddenly gone all sinuous and seductive. Prowly. 'All tranqued, baby,' he purred. 'Pepper can handle it.' He took a couple of steps towards Iris.

'Blake? What about the other one?'

'We can’t track it without a sighting. We need to wait for Pepper to get back to us.' Blake was too close now. He reached out and touched Iris's hair, brushing a few stray strands out of her eyes and then reaching around and pulling out the band that held her pony tail, letting his fingertips tickle the back of her neck. It was a familiar gesture. One he used to do all the time. It was his pre-sex thing. When they were dating and when they were married, he would do this at home, in the office, he did it once at Iris's cousin's wedding. His thin dry fingertips had the perfect texture for this move. They played – just for a spare moment – around the very start of her spine. That achingly vulnerable spot where her brain slunk into her body.

His voice was silk, smoke. 'Come on, Iris. You always did used to like it out of doors. Out of breath. Out of…, of control. You want to fight me a bit first? Wrestle? See who gets to be on top. I know you usually can best me, but I really want to win tonight and sometimes that can give me enough edge. Want to try me. I really want to win, Iris. Flip you over. Fuck you like an animal. I wonder why I should be thinking that way.'

Iris was shaking her head. Slowly, her disbelief winning out over her growing, conflicted arousal. 'Blake…? Have you gone nuts? What on earth makes you think I'm going to have sex with you? I'm with Alfie. You know that. In fact, I know that you know that because you have been acting practically psychotic about it a lot of the time.' But Iris hadn't moved away from Blake and his hands were on her shoulders.

Blake moved his right hand and played with the collar of Iris's shirt. 'Yeah? Does he know that? You know you can’t trust a lyc, Iris. He'll always betray you. They might look human, but they're not. They'll always put their own kind first. You saw that in the basement.'

Iris took a single step back. Away from Blake. Shaking her head. He watched her, almost as if he was just curious about what she might do. Like everything she did faintly amused him.

She moved fast. She kicked Blake hard in the shin and turned to run. She started pounding away across the playground and across the park. But Blake already wasn't far behind her, shouting something about her wanting to play games.

Iris tried to sprint, but she was exhausted from pursuing the lyc. Her muscles were screaming too soon and she felt Blake almost at her shoulder. She swerved as she anticipated his tackle, but missed her footing in the pitted ground, going down hard on the grass.

Blake had her. He had dived half on top of her and he hauled himself up her body, rolling her onto her back. He had her arms pinned under his knees as he straddled her and he got his face very close in hers. He took hold of her chin, running the pad of his thumb across her lips. She jerked her head away. 'Blake. Get off me.'

'No.' Blake ducked his head, stuck out his tongue and licked her top lip.

'God, Blake.' Iris was panting now and it wasn't from the run.

Blake stared at her for a moment. He was breathing just as hard as she was. He narrowed his eyes as if he was trying to work something out. Then he said, 'I know you know that I'm not a good man, Iris. But even I – your special nightmare - am not going any further with this game until you give me permission.'

'What?'

'Well, I don't want to get done for sexual harassment now, do I, Iris? Look, I'm going to give you a chance now. One chance. If you want to walk away, right now, I'll let you.'

Underneath him Iris almost spat. 'You'll let me!'

'Yeah. I'll be kind and let you get away.'

'You let me get away! I don’t need you to… Fuck you, Blake.' Iris almost spat it.

'I'm not the one about to get fucked. I'm going to fuck you. Just like you want me to. I'll even carry on playing the bad man for you, if you like, so you can tell yourself it was all my fault. You can fight me as hard as you want. You can hurt me – kick me in the balls, I know that's your favourite move – I don't care. Fight me. But I'll win, Iris. Because I want you more than you want me to stop. I know you, Iris. I know what you need.'

'Blake, have you lost your mind?'


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Mat Madden x

The Silver Collar: The US wait is over!

By Mathilde Madden

Oh, but we have some cruel task masters at Black Lace Towers. They do insist on staggered release dates. Meaning that while we are glorying in our new releases here on Lust Bites we always have to include a disclaimer for our beloved US fans - explaining that they will have to wait two more months.

This is the age of the global village - and waiting is hard. But pout no more, because, for The Silver Collar, book one of my much talked about (by me) werewolf trilogy is here, here, HERE!

(Well, okay, here tomorrow - but don't spoil it.)

Over on my blog, right now I have gathered up some of my (really quite glowing) reviews.

Hop over there to see them and leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of the book. (Lusties too - as it's on my blog).

But before you go... A while ago on my own blog I introduced my six main players with snippets that showed them at their best. Here are the snippets I used to introduce my heroine, Iris, and my hero, Alfie. (Apologies to Janine Ashbless for the tongue action in snip 2)

Iris

Iris was noticing the gun far less than Alfie's warm muscular chest pressed against her back or his big arm, tight around her waist.

'Iris.' He nuzzled his face into the angle of her neck and shoulder, licking the sensitive skin there. 'You're the one who wants it.' He said against her spine.

'Wants what?' Iris's voice cracked as she let her head fall back. Alfie buried his head tighter into her flesh and nipped at her skin. Then she was twirling around in his arms, he was pushing her back against a tree. He was kissing her again.

'We have to be quick,' he said, almost as part of the kiss. You can’t take the collar off me until afterwards and you have to take it off before…'

'The moon'll kill you,' Iris said, talking into his hair as he moved down her body, his teeth and lips and tongue everywhere.

'Yes,' said Alfie. 'So quick.' He wrenched her trousers down, lifted her, used the tree for extra support and practically seemed to set her down on his cock.

Iris jerked. Too much, too soon. 'Alfie!'

But Alfie's hands were there on her clit. Those fingers again. Those fingers that had made her come so many times. He was supporting her with the tree, with the angle of his body. Her feet were off the floor. The hand that wasn't jammed down between their bodies he brought up and touched her face. Then he pushed two of his big fingers into her mouth. Filling her there too. In. Out. Stopping her cries as her orgasm began to rush fast towards her. He held her then. Found her tipping point, her edge and held her on it, stilling his cock inside her, his thumb on her clit, his two big fingers fucking her mouth. Iris shuddered, waiting for her moment.

Alfie

Iris, kissing Iris. One time he'd taken her out in a punt. Pure Oxford tourist nonsense. But she'd looked so beautiful sitting there, while he powered the boat, by dipping the long pole into the water.

She'd said it had turned her on. Seeing him do that. Something about the pole. They'd found a place to moor the boat and just lain together kissing for hours. He missed kissing for hours. Kissing Iris for hours.

Oxford. Vix. He'd have to see her. He could sense her right now. Out there in the city. He'd been able to sense her since they got off the train at Oxford station.

He moved his palm against his cock a couple more times then forced himself to break off and take it a little slower. Iris. The punt. Pushing her T shirt up to her neck and biting her nipples. He ran his palm over his own hard chest once or twice. His hips thrust up into empty air and then the tease was almost too much. Fuck. Fuck! The wolf always did this too him.

Pinning Iris down in the bottom of the boat. Some water had splashed in from somewhere and they were both getting wet. He'd touched her through her jeans, made her buck just from that. They were so young then. Early twenties. Not a care.

He'd gone to fuck her and she'd said, 'No. I want to see it. On me, not in me.' And she'd touched herself while he did the same, coming over her little tits and making her moan – a little of it splattering over the side of the punt into the Thames.

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The Origin of the Silver Werewolves
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Under Her Skin

By Mathilde Madden

And finally, we get to me.

I knew Kristina and Portia were doing modernish takes on the vampire tale - so I decided to go more traditional. I didn't want to write a historical but I did want all the traditional vampire thrills. Castles. Dungeons. Victorian Gothic. Mystery. Influences like The Turn of Screw, The Mysteries of Udolpho, Northanger Abbey and Rebecca.

I wanted a virginal innocent but resolutely plucky girl in peril. A super-sinister super-sexy vampire. And I wanted a pure gothic flurry of bloody castle walls and the snick of razor blades.

Under Her Skin takes place in the same paranormal universe as my Silver Werewolf books. Merle Cobalt is the daughter of the self-styled greatest vampire hunters in the world - still notorious twenty five years after their greatest coup: capturing the dangerous renegade human-hating vampire Darius Cole. Cole was handed over to the vampires themselves to face justice after his preaching of the outlawed vampire creed of Righteous Power - overthrowing humans and taking the world back for vampire kind.

But the Black Emeralds did not kill Cole - they sentenced him to live. To live his immortal life forever with no hope of joy or comfort in the dank dungeons of their castle. But now - somehow - Cole has escaped.

Cole's revenge is simple. Merle. He demands that Merle come and spend twenty five days with him in The Black Emerald Clan's castle. The same castle he was imprisoned in for twenty five years. This is the only way Merle can get hold of the antidote to the slow acting poison Cole has administered to her father.

Of course she agrees, and soon finds herself locked in Cole's own cell in the Black Emerald Castle dungeon.

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Merle looks around the little dark cell where she's sitting. 25 years. It's impossible to imagine. The solitary confinement, the starvation. The chains had started to hurt her wrists after less than a day. What would this have felt like after twenty five years?

'Now you see how hard they had to work to break me?'

'Darius?'

'Hello Merle.'

She looks up and he's standing right there. Looming. His hair and clothes and eyes so dark in the gloom of the cell that his white skin seems to glow. She has to force her eyes away from his mesmerising face. But when she lowers her eyeline, she finds the dark fabric of his crotch is right in front of her.

So it's a relief when Darius drops into a crouch and smiles earnestly. 'You see what they did to me? Do you understand? Forced me to turn traitor. Made me renounce a set of beliefs they'd invented for me. Public humiliation. Sentenced to live. They did everything they could think of to make me suffer. Everything vicious and cruel. They wanted me to suffer forever. Why do you think they were so scared of me?'

His face is so elegantly pretty and perfectly nasty. She hates him. She knows she needs to keep remembering that. She takes a sharp breath and narrows her eyes. 'Because you were a murdering bastard. Because you are a murdering bastard. You're killing my father right now.'

'I know. It's very hard for me that that was what I had to do. I am sorry. Even after everything Charles Cobalt helped to do to me I know that know he is just a weakened old man now. I wish there had been another way.'

'There is. Let me go. Give me the antidote and leave them alone.'

'Leave them alone? Maybe I could do that. But leave you alone? Never.'

Again, she has to force herself to look away from him. She looks down at her dirty jeans. 'Why? What do you want with me if it isn't about them?' She pauses as a nasty thought catches her by surprise. 'I'm not a, not a virgin or anything. If it's that. If that's what you want. Well, I'm not.' And that's it - thinking about Cole wanting to take her virginity, which means thinking about him having sex with her – she's blushing. Hard. She hates the way her skin always betrays her at the most crucial moments. She tries to slow her breathing – an anti-blushing technique she read in a magazine once - but it's no use. Her face is getting hotter and hotter. And that just embarrasses her even more.

Suddenly – moving quick and sharp - Cole reaches out and catches hold of her chin. He runs the pad of his thumb slowly over her heated cheek. When he speaks his voice is slightly thick. He's very clearly and very suddenly aroused. Not bothering to try and hide it. 'God, oh. I love that you do that.'

She tries to pull away, but his grip on her is incredibly strong. 'Do what? Don't. Stop it.' She puts one palm flat on his chest in an attempt to push him away.

But he doesn't seem to really notice her protests. He strokes her cheek again, mesmerised. His touch is deliciously cool where she feels most heated. His voice is dark, slow and heavy. 'I love that you blush. It means I can see your blood. Under your skin. Do you blush anywhere else? Let me see. I want to see you. So beautiful. I want to see your skin, your pink.' He shoves her and she's forced back hard against the wall. He traps her there with his body and starts pulling at her T shirt, yanking it up.

'No! No! Stop.' Somehow she wrenches herself out of his grip and pulls her shirt back down.

Cole meets her eyes and seems to suddenly hear what she's saying. He takes his hands off her and stands up, taking a couple of stumbling steps backwards. He's shaking his head. 'Oh god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Your blood, it made me…' he says, backing away from her. 'It's just so difficult to… Oh.'

He bites his plump bottom lip and turns away.

She wants to tell him to wait, but she forces herself not to by scratching at the sore patches the chains made on her wrists.

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Something for the Weekend: The Silver Collar

Mathilde Madden

Like a lot of women, if the ratio is one to many I much prefer the one to be the woman and the many to be the men. So I was wary about this scene. I didn't want it to come across like a male fantasy. One man (well near enough) takes on 27 hot 'n' horny witches.

But I think it works.

One Werewolf: 27 Witches

Lilith looked sort of sad, distant. 'Poor, poor boy. Can’t have sex unless he's tied down and muzzled to protect his partner. Can’t even play with his magnificent cock unless he secures himself.' She looked right at Alfie's groin as she said that, then reached out and lifted his chin with her hand. 'Maybe we could at least do something for you. Something that would please us as much as it does you.'

She turned the collar over once in her hands. 'Let me see.' She reached out and snapped it shut around Alfie's neck. 'Just temporary, you understand. I can hold your form myself perfectly well while we enjoy you. But the collar does look so pretty on you. Just think of it as decorative. Icing on our beefcake.' She smiled a long slow smile and all around Alfie, the witches got to their feet.

In split moments, the witch's hands were all over him, pushing him back onto his knees, anchoring him to the ground, pulling his legs apart, stroking his inner-thighs. Mouths crushed onto his, kissing and nipping. Floaty fabric caressed his skin and drifted over his eyes. Fingernails grazed his nipples. When a tongue slid over the bite scar on his shoulder, he closed his eyes so tightly he saw stars. More hands tangled in his hair and pulled his head back hard, forcing him to look up. Lilith was standing over him. 'Thank you so much for this,' she said. Alfie gasped as he felt two different tongues swirled over his balls. 'We do get so bored of all the lesbian orgies. Sometimes one just wants. Well, would it be awfully vulgar to say "cock"?'

Lilith snapped her fingers and the witches pulled away, leaving Alfie kneeling on the ground - tingling and thrusting into nothing. He was teased and aroused to the perfect point of need. He could barely think about anything but his swollen kiss-bruised mouth, his erect nipples and his hard, desperate cock. Lilith stepped closer and straddled his lap, sliding herself onto him, her tailored-skirt gliding up to her waist.

She kissed him. Kissing. She tasted like everything Alfie had ever desired, chocolate, steak, Iris, death. 'Poor boy,' Lilith whispered. 'Poor sad boy, perhaps there is more I can do for you.'

'Perhaps?' Alfie gasped.

Lilith nodded. 'Something to fix you.'

'Fix me.'

Lilith put her hands on Alfie face. He felt her tighten around his cock until he thought he was about to come. 'Well,' she said, 'anything is possible. It depends what you really want.'

'What I really want?'

Lilith kept moving on his lap. 'Yes. Do you want her? Or do you want to forget about her?'

'Iris?'

'Yes. You said you'd been trying to fuck her out of your system. Want to try and do that properly? There's 27 of us.'

'27! I, I can't,' said Alfie. 'It's only after changing that I can keep going like…'

Lilith put one long manicured finger to Alfie's lips. 'We're witches, werewolf, witches. You don't have to worry about anything like that.'

She moved against him once more and again and faster. Still with her hand covering his mouth, she moved on his cock until he came.

When Alfie's breathing slowed he looked over and saw that the witches were lined up, the queue of them snaking back into the trees. He swallowed and moaned. He was still hard. A short blonde was at the front of the queue, she came casually over and lifted her skirt, straddling him, and shoving her tongue quickly and roughly into his mouth.

Alfie looked over her shoulder at the others. So they were all going to fuck him? All going to make him come? And that was going to make him forget Iris? Did he even want that?

There seemed like a lot of them, he though, as the blonde kissed him to panting arousal. 27, Lilith had said. Did that include her? So he had 26 left, including this one who was working his magically hard cock inside herself. 26 – like the letters of the alphabet. So she's A – all he needed to do was get to Z without going insane.

The blonde made him come quickly. She was very tight and hot and wet. She kissed a lot. Kissing.

Another fuck and then C and D both sucked his dick. One after the other. He was still getting hard but the forth time he came, into a white-haired witch's mouth, it felt like fire being ripped out of him. That was the first time he screamed.

But they didn’t stop. Each one stepped forward and grasped his cock, jerking it quickly back to readiness. It was torture. Most wanted to fuck. Two of them, F and J wanted it up the arse. He hauled himself up to do it each time. Drained of energy.

By the time Z stepped forward, a witch with long red hair, Alfie was lying back on the grass, barely able to move. Z grasped his cock.

'Oh no,' Alfie moaned, 'no, please, not again. Please.'

'Well,' said Z as she slipped his hard cock inside her and leaned forward to pinch his nipples, 'you’re the werewolf who doesn’t believe in Lure, doesn’t believe in life mates, and yet, everyone around you can see Iris is yours. Even like this, taking woman after woman like some kind of ultra virile fuck brute, you can only think of her. Can’t you? It's only her.'

'So is that what this really is?' Alfie whispered. 'You're trying to show me how much she means to me by fucking me to death?'

'What do you think?' The red head smiled and began to move faster on his cock. Alfie screamed, came again, and passed out.

*

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And don't forget to growl if you love werewolves
Mathilde Madden

The Origin of The Silver Werewolves

Mathilde Madden

After I finished the award winning Equal Opportunities, I told Black Lace that I didn’t think I had another contemporary erotica story left to tell. I'd done a woman who spies on gay men having sex, a woman obsessed with a male prostitute and a woman who likes to tie disabled men to their wheelchairs. Where to go next?

We talked about a short story collection. We talked about a novel about an escapologist called No Escape. We talked about a sequel to Peep Show.

And then Mr Adam Editor said something in passing about vampires and bondage. I caught the very next train to London, ran headlong into Black Lace Towers, jumped on his lap and said, 'Really?'

Next thing I was doing a short story collection about bondage loving vampires… a short story collection and a novel… A short story collection and two novels… three novels: a trilogy… and not about vampires, about werewolves.

Wow.

Suddenly it was three books. Three books in a year. To come out every other month in Oct 07, Dec 07 and Feb 08. (Dec 07, Feb 08 and Apr 08 in the US). That meant writing three books in a year. Scary. These books were a very scary proposition. And not just in a good way.

I looked at some naked pictures of David Boreanaz to psyche myself up.



I love werewolves. I love the beast within (slightly clumsy) metaphor for what male desire is like and what women desire in men. I love machismo, butchness, bestialness. Muscles and jaws and fangs and claws.

And it's not just the uber-hawtness that means werewolves are made for erotic fiction. Changing form means they end up naked in unusual places. Werewolves are like Jane Gay or Barbara Winsor or any other of those 'Oh goodness, all my clothes have accidentally fallen off' bimboids. Except, you know, hot. And gorram WEREWOLVES! Werewolves also get locked in cages, made to wear collars and, in the case of my beyond-butch leading man, have to chain themselves up before they have sex in case they change into a big bad wolf and, you know, eat their partners. I mean *really* eat them.

The plot of The Silver Collar is almost traditional. Iris and Alfie are lovers. Deeply besotted until one night a werewolf attacks them and Iris's twin brother, Matthew. Matthew is killed and Alfie is bitten. Alfie becomes a werewolf as Iris becomes a werewolf killer.

Suddenly their relationship isn't going so well.

Years later, the wolf inside Alfie is taking over. He doesn’t just change into a wolf at full moon. He's unstable. The magic in his body is coming apart. Sex makes him change. He can only fuck if he's chained to the bed to protect his partner. The one thing that can help Alfie is an object called The Silver Collar. The one person who knows where that object is: Iris.

*

Alfie said, 'I've been all around the world looking for something to control it. I found out about the collar…'

Iris's mind was elsewhere. 'Hang on, did you say sex was your main trigger? Orgasm? So does that mean you can’t have sex?'

'Er, well.'

'You! You can't have sex. You, who slept with the entire college before we got to together. Now you can’t have sex without it changing you into a wolf.'

'Well, it wasn't exactly the entire college. Anyway, I can have sex. I kind of found a way to… Look, can we talk about the collar?'

'Can we talk about you not having sex?'

'I can have sex. I just have to be…' He looked away from her, down at the ground and back up. 'Chained down.'

Buy The Silver Collar on Amazon UK. (USA pre-order - released Dec)

Comment on this post, yesterday's or tomorrow's to be entered in a draw to win a copy of each of my books Peep Show, Mad About the Boy and Equal Opportunities plus The Silver Collar. With two runners up prizes of copies of The Silver Collar all with bookmarks and signatures and love and jiffy bags and freeness and all that nice stuff. Just growl at me and I'll know you want it.

Visit my Silver Werewolves blog for character snippets of Blake, Iris, Alfie, Misty, Leon and Lilith.

Tomorrow I'll be posting a little teaser here on Lust Bites and the first chapter of The Silver Collar exclusively on Silver Werewolves.

The Silver Collar: Out Today in the UK

Mathilde Madden

Where to begin telling you about my world of werewolves, witchcraft, weirdness and wanking? Perhaps with a little jargon.

The Institute of Paraphysiology A glossary of selected terms, jargon and classifications
Last Updated 19th October 2007 Blake Tabernacle, Senior Paraphysiologist
(*) indicates known lycan terms

Alpha – The leader of a group of werewolves
Ancient Beast – Powerful lycan believed to be one of the original werewolves
Cub – A werewolf infected by a particular wolf
Cub mater – A werewolf that attempts to turn humans into werewolves to gain sexual authority over them
Flip – To change from human to wolf, usually unexpectedly
Hound – Field term for a werewolf in wolf form
Line* – The werewolf hierarchy system
Lock Down – The controversial werewolf practise of trapping itself inside a cage, cell or room before full moon, to prevent it injuring others
Lone Wolf – A strong packless werewolf, usually an Ancient Beast
Lyc – A slang term for a werewolf. Taken from the formal classification system, Lyc-W1XX, Lyc-W2XX, Lyc-W1XY, Lyc-W2XY.
Lycan – A werewolf
Pack – A group of werewolves, who live and hunt together, usually linked by sire-cub bonds
Red – An Institute trained werewolf hunter
Sire – The wolf that infected a particular werewolf
Sniffers* – Humans turned on by lycanthropy
Stray – A young packless werewolf, usual a sire reject
Thrall* - The power a werewolf sire has over his cub
Vix* – Werewolf hunters
W1 – A werewolf in wolf form
W2 – A werewolf in human form
Weredog* – A werewolf that tries to do what humans want
Wolf close to the skin* – A werewolf with the ability to change into a wolf from minor or non-moonlight stimulus
WW – A werewolf
WXX – A female werewolf
WXY – A male werewolf


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And but of course, there's a giveaway. I'm so excited about the release of the first book in my trilogy (Black Lace's first *ever*) that I'm posting for three days and giving away three prizes. Everyone who comments here or on my posts on Friday or Saturday will be eligible to win.

First prize is a copy of each of my Black Lace books Peep Show, Mad About the Boy and (the award winning) Equal Opportunities plus The Silver Collar - of course. (Especially good if you are not in the UK and looking at another two months to get your paws on my wolves!)

Two runners up will Also get a copies of The Silver Collar. Plus a bunch of lovely bookmarks featuring the painting of my main characters Iris and Alfie that you can see up the top of the page.

Just growl to be entered.

So much more tomorrow and on Sat - also snips and bits at my Silver Werewolves blog here

Painting of Iris and Alfie by the wonderful Pluto.

What Witches Want

Mathilde Madden
Kristina gave you a run down of all the stories in Love on the Dark Side on Wednesday. If you haven't seen that post, do pop back because there's a huge competition too, which might make up for the lack of giveaways here.

My story in Love on the Dark Side - What Witches Want - is especially exciting because it is the first ever outing for characters from my werewolf series out in October (the first book - The Silver Collar - is dirt cheap on Amazon if you order right now) . And Americans can get their hands on it in December.

Because I am excited - and because I can - I am giving you a little snip of What Witches Want here. It is the first time you will get to meet powerful witch Lilith and werewolf hunter Blake. Characters who I hope will become very familiar as key figures in the world of The Silver Werewolves .

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Lilith sighed. 'The whole point of the operation tonight was to find a guy who didn’t know I was a witch, but not so I could trap him – just so I could have a good time.'

Blake frowned at her. 'Don't witches always have a good time?'

'No! Why does no one get this? Look, when did you know I was a witch?'

'About ten seconds after you started talking to me.'

'And if I hadn’t been a witch would you have still come home with me?'

Blake looked a little puzzled by the question. 'Of course.'

'Are you sure? As soon as you knew I was a witch you knew you had to come home with me if I wanted you too, right?'

'Um, well, I guess?'

'Well, that's the thing. I don't want you to be here because you know I'm a witch. I want you to be here because you want to be.'

'What? I swear I want to be here. I'm not trying to leave, am I?'

'Yeah, in case I eviscerate you.'

'I don’t think you’re going to… Uh, you're not going to eviscerate me, are you?'

Lilith shrugged. Blake looked pale. Lilith said, 'See, that's the problem too. I can’t go two minutes without making you afraid of me and if you’re afraid of me you're hardly going to put me over your knee and spank me, are you?'

Blake's throat moved as he swallowed hard. 'You want me to spank you? You're a witch!'

Lilith sighed. There was something so appealing about this taut conundrum of a guy, who was wearing a suit that flowed over his body like it was in love with him and yet appeared not to have brushed his over-exuberant hair for a fortnight. 'What do you do with the werewolves?' she said. 'Do you always kill them or do you ever capture them and keep them?'

'Rarely. Well do sometimes I capture and keep them, but I'm not meant to. It's not policy.'

'What do you do with the ones you capture?'

Blake's face went cold, like the shutters had come down. 'Extract information.'

'How do you do that?'

'Various methods. And I know where you're going with this, but they're werewolves. Outside full moon they're no more powerful that the average pissed off human. But it's different with you, Miss Witch. One false move you'll flay me.'

'Oh, please try not to think like that,' Lilith said. 'So, do you tie them up?'

'Who?'

'The werewolves.'

Blake narrowed his eyes. 'Are you serious? You want me to tie you up?'

Lilith nodded vigorously.

'But, what'd be the point? You're a witch. It's not like I could make you actually helpless. If that was what I wanted. If that wasn't a ridiculously stupid thing to try and do. Even,' he added with heavy emphasis, 'if the witch claims she wants you to.'

Lilith wetted her lips. She'd seem a little chink then. A little bit of something that said he was warming to the idea. But it was only the tiniest thing. She knew she still had a long way to go. She sighed. 'Well that's just it, isn’t it? I want a man to be all, I don’t know, mannish with me and the minute he finds out I'm a witch…'

'Well, okay, I rumbled you, but you won’t get so unlucky next time. Try again. Find someone else who doesn't know how powerful really you are.'

Lilith stamped her foot. 'I don’t want to try again. I chose you. I want you. I want you to overpower me and fuck me hard. Right now.'

'Overpower…? What? Bend you over the table and rip your knickers down?'

'Yes! Damnit, yes. Forget about my powers. We'll pretend I don’t have them.'

Blake was breathing a little more heavily now. He was still standing in the middle of the room, squarely facing the sofa where Lilith sat. Lilith's eyes flickered to his crotch.

'But what if I get it wrong?' Blake said, with every part of his voice sounding like resignation. 'What if I bend you over and rip your knickers off and spank you and pull you hair and fuck you hard and one of those things is the wrong thing and you turn around and go all black-eyes and uber-powered and give me sodding small pox or something? Witches aren’t exactly known for their restraint…'

*

Amusing trivia: I wanted to call What Witches Want 'Spellbound', but the rest of the world prefered my alternate title.

And if you want a little more there's another (even dirtier) excerpt on my new (and almost ready) Silver Werewolves blog.

And look out for the first book of the trilogy in October/December (I might put, uh, *something* on the blog to remind you)

Mathilde Madden
All About Werewolves (and witches and werewolf hunters and one or two other things)