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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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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.
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.