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Sapphyre just wants to keep her daughter safe. How on earth does she
do that surrounded by droolworthy Aliens, when her libido keeps leading
her astray? It is abundantly clear that Alzaar doesn't want her on
board the ship. At least Bentaan does and the sex is out of this world.
If only her heart wasn't involved, and she didn't want both of them.
When the Tamarillion is attacked, Sapphyre has to fight for her men
and the ship she now calls home. Without her all would be lost, and
Alzaar finally shows his emotions.
However, when regulations and their pasts collide, can they rescue each other?
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ADULT EXCERPT
He grasped her
chin with enough force to leave bruises and the harsh kiss that followed was
more of a punishment than a token of affection, but Sapphyre leapt up the
passion behind it. She kissed him back with all of the emotion she was capable
of and Bentaan ground his cock into her belly, and then pulled away with
another curse.
Instantly
Alzaar filled her vision, and everything inside her just bowed in submission at
the intense heat in his gaze. He ran his hands up her neck and tilted it until
his mark was exposed and his fangs ran out with an audible click. Sapphyre had
a second’s warning before he bit down and sucked hard, while kicking her legs
apart with his foot. Sapphyre screamed as white hot arousal surged through her
veins, and another pair of hands settled on her breasts. With an audible rip
the fabric of her dress tore until she stood naked. With Alzaar’s incisors
lodged in her neck and, and his hands now pinning her arms high above her head,
she had nowhere to go.
Bentaan grasped
her hips and before she could fully comprehend his intention he lifted her up
until she was impaled on Alzaar’s dick.
As wet as she
was the move hurt, as her body struggled to open up to him. Alzaar swore and
released her wrists as he grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off his cock a
little to give her room to adjust. She grasped hold of his broad shoulders to
steady herself, and then heat flared up in her butt, as Bentaan delivered a
series of hard openhanded swats to her ass.
“Fuck, yes.”
Alzaar staggered a little as the swats impaled her further on his cock, and his
biceps tightened as his fingers dug into her outer thighs to keep her up.
“Does. This.
Convince. You. That. We. Want. You?” Bentaan’s hot breath settled between her
shoulder blades as he wrapped his free hand in her hair, and yanked her head
back to make her look at him. His amber eyes glowed and fangs fully extended he
punctuated every growled word with another stinging swat to her ass. Heat
traveled up from her sore butt, and her internal walls clenched around Alzaar’s
cock lodged deep inside her core. Her clit rubbed against his shaft with every
move sent spirals of need through her body, and she tightened her thighs around
his hips and rocked against him.
“Fuck, Taan,
hurry up, this is killing me. She’s so damn close.”
A sharp bite to
her lower back hurt and brought her arousal down a notch and Bentaan yanked her
hair hard one last time before releasing it. Her scalp stung with the force and
then his hot mouth soothed the sting of his earlier bite away, and she shut her
eyes against the sensation of his tongue licking a path across her butt. Cool
air hit her crack when he pulled her ass cheeks apart and then licked up and
down her cleft and her little puckered hole. He tunneled his tongue inside that
dark place, and Alzaar held her still, while Bentaan prepared her for what she
knew was coming.
She let her
head fall onto Alzaar’s shoulder and ran her hands up his head until she could
hold onto his horns. Instantly he grew bigger still inside and the pulsing off
his dick almost made her come on the spot.
Author Bio:
Glutton
for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's
what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she
has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives
happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust
bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic
goddess she is not.
There
is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest
manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by
talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be
pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris
burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace
and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She
likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to
die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to
paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are
guaranteed.
