My Special Guest – Nicolina Martin

I have a fabulous guest who has a Dystopian book out with a brand new – HOT cover. I adore this lady and think you’re going to love this piece! Let’s take a look from the amazing Nicolina Martin.

I AM EVE

Synopsis

I survived the fall of civilization, but I didn’t live… until I met him.

Adam is not a good man. He’s a criminal. A warlord. Someone who takes without asking. He is guarded and cold.

But that’s not all he is. He’s also a father. A leader. A battered soul who refuses to stop I am Eve newfighting.

I’m blind, but I see the real man behind the wounded, world-weary façade, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. His touch sets my skin ablaze. He fills my house with laughter and light, and then leaves me with a gift that might bring life to a dying world.

It seems our love can save… everything.

EXCERPT

“Who are you, Eve?”

His voice fondles my ear, and when he wraps long, wiry arms around my chest and pulls me to him, the fire returns.

“I just sculpt,” I whisper, acutely aware of every part of him that touches me.

“Screams?”

I swallow hard. My breath stutters on the intake. Adam chuckles softly.

“It’s just clay,” I say, my voice faint.

His hands find mine, turn them palms up. His thumb strokes back and forth along the ridged scars. The flames inside rush to where our skin meets, tickling, stinging, teasing and taunting.

“Not in these hands, it isn’t. You make magic happen, girl.”

His strokes become more demanding, rough, pulling at my skin and releasing it. With every scar he touches, memories flare up from when I got them. Every burn. Every cut. Every piece of art I’ve created has left traces on me, and he awakens them all. I’ve poured my life into clay: my fears, my few hopes, the agony this house has lived through, the punishments, laughter, tears, God and the Devil, Mother’s voice, Father’s belt. Everything.

“It’s just earth and water.”

“And you breathe life into it.”

I gasp with the sudden pain when Adam kneads the flesh at the base of my thumb. I have tight knots everywhere. I’m so tense. “Ow.”

He chuckles, then hugs me tighter to him, pushing my hair to one side and resting his cheek against my ear. “Take my scream, and make it yours, Eve. Do your thing,” he whispers.

I nod. My skin is too tight, and I have forgotten how to breathe. My legs feel as if the bones have liquefied. I manage to get up on my feet, then I turn and hold out my hand to him.

“Come.”

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Piper

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Devoured – One Dark Science Fiction

As you know, I adore mixing up genres. I have a brand new dark science fiction out that’s the start of a series – Alien Survivors. This one is a bit different than you might expect with a dazzling twist or two. See what you think and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

BTW – just a note. I know times are hard and I love and appreciate every one of my readers. Thank you for enjoying my books and I do hope they give you just a little time away from the trials and tribulations we’re all facing!

DEVOURED

SYNOPSIS

My mate was taken from me. It’s time I took her back.

Eight years ago Annabella was given to me. Primitive, irresistible need compelled me to devoured_fullclaim her, but it was not just instinct that drove me to punish her defiance and ravage her beautiful body so thoroughly and savagely. Every screaming climax was a brand marking her as mine.

But she was stolen from me, her memory wiped clean by the same madman who gave her to me.

Now she is back on this planet, and this time when I take her I’m going to make sure I keep her.

EXCERPT

Annabella

Alien.

I repeated the word in my mind, unable to believe what my eyes were seeing.

He swung his head from left to right, the guttural snarl he emitted reverberating in my ears.

The creature’s features were remarkably close to human, yet different in every regard. I knew in my gut that he was indeed an alien, a force to be reckoned with. The familiar term of ‘Prince’ meant the captor knew the alien and his background.

“Such a beast, primal.” The unseen man laughed, snorting in a disgusting manner.

The alien issued a series of low-slung animalistic growls, tipping his head in the direction of the observation box, his rage evident by the veins bulging in his neck. He threw back his arms, the chains rattling once again as he announced his anger.

The sigh coming from the captor was exaggerated. “I suggest you calm down, Draziak. If you don’t, I will have no choice but to destroy your mate right in front of your eyes. I doubt you want that to happen. Do you?”

Draziak.I whispered his name in my mind several times, trying to rationalize what the fuck was going on. Mate? Was the captor indicating I was somehow this… monster’s mate? Oh, hell, no. I belonged to no one and I certainly wasn’t going to be a part of a crazy, sick experiment.

Draziak released another snarl before turning his head slowly in my direction, taking a single step closer. My God, his eyes were penetrating, his anger evident as well as something else, which was utterly terrifying.

Carnal hunger.

Fuck. Fuck! I crawled as far as I could go, my back hitting the cold steel.

“That’s it. Take a deep whiff of her. Then you can tell me if I’m wrong.” The captor was obviously very happy with what he’d done. I knew without a doubt I would find a way to kill the bastard.

The alien did just that, easing forward in choppy steps, at least as far as the heavy chain would allow. His nostrils flared as he inhaled, a look of contentment replacing only a portion of his haunted expression.

“What the hell are you trying to prove, fuckhead?” I hissed, realizing I was treading on thin ice. This just wasn’t going to happen. Not a freaking chance in hell. I was sick to my stomach, butterflies swarming as blood pumped in my veins. Just a nightmare. Nothing more.

Yet I no longer believed it.

My thoughts went crazy, trying to wrap around any concept of rationality. I was studying geology, well aware there were ancient civilizations that had been snuffed out during the centuries on the various outposts as well as on Earth. Famine and plagues had been the main reason for their demise. However, in all the documentation I’d read, the computer searches I’d done over the years, there wasn’t a single being that looked like Draziak.

I was also aware there had been multiple contacts with different alien species going as far back as almost one hundred years, only a few noted on Earth. The majority of contact had been through involvement on the outposts. I’d never had the opportunity to work and study on any of Habitable Units before. Obtaining a position was something to be revered. I’d considered myself lucky to be here.

Why hadn’t the handlers preparing our group for the trip warned us about the fact we’d face an alien species? More important, who was this mysterious human and why was he using an alien as a lab rat?

I tried to remember every detail I’d learned about Bellenia before signing my name on the contract. There were various experiments going on, much like every outpost, yet Bellenia was best known for its valuable minerals, rocks that helped created much needed fuel on Earth. But nothing in the documentation had mentioned projects involving aliens.

“I’m not doing anything, Ms. Caruso. Draziak is your rightful mate and he is going to take what belongs to him. Allow them to have some time alone together, Parker.”

“What? What the fuck are you doing?” I screeched, horrified at the words. This couldn’t be happening.

Parker, the glorified lackey, shot a look at the captor, shaking his head before easing some sort of device across Draziak’s wrists and ankles, immediately freeing him.

“What about the girl?” Parker asked, snorting as he glared at me.

“I think Draziak can take care of that.”

“Wait a freaking minute!” Parker snapped. “Didn’t you disable his powers? That was the only reason I agreed to this.”

The captor issued a growl of his own. “Get the fuck out, Parker, if you can’t handle your task. I’ll deal with you later.”

I not only sensed a hesitation in the soldier but could see a glint of fear in his eyes. Whoever this captor was initiated fear as a method of control.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Parker hissed between clenched teeth.

“Then you will obey,” the captor shouted. “Besides, Draziak doesn’t need anything but his brawn. Now, do you?”

I couldn’t help but notice Parker took several strides away from the alien, darting a single glance in my direction.

And I could swear he held an expression of fear.

For my safety.

Draziak rubbed his wrists, his penetrating eyes locked on the observation booth. “You will pay for this, Scorpion. There will be no place on this godforsaken planet where you can hide.”

Scorpion. I swallowed hard, realizing the asshole in the observation booth must be some kind of mercenary. I couldn’t fathom what the hell was going on.

For some reason I was surprised the alien’s voice was deep, velvety in a way that I hadn’t expected. I was startled to think the creature knew our language. This had to be just another nightmare. I would wake up. Do it, Annabella. Do it. Wake up.

“I look forward to the challenge,” the captor stated, his tone more dominant than before. “You have one hour with her. No more.”

Parker quickly moved into the darkness, obviously eager to get the hell away. I clawed at my throat, still trying to make sense of what the fuck was going on.

Draziak roared once again, the sound one I would never forget. An injured animal. Yet this beast was hell bent on revenge.

I’d never succumbed to any man. I’d always been the aggressor; that is, for the two men I’d dated in my life. Right now, I had no idea how to act, willing my mind to shut down. Whatever the alien was going to do to me I knew the chance was I wouldn’t survive.

The alien gave a long exhale, still staring up at the observation booth, his hands clenched in fists and his chest rising and falling rapidly. There was no escaping the fact he was fully aroused, his thick shaft throbbing. Even as sick as I felt, there was an odd stirring coming from deep within.

There was no way I was excited about this. None. I closed my eyes, wiping beads of sweat from my brow, the heat fooling with my mind and my rationality. Breathe. Just breathe.

I heard nothing for a full minute, daring to open my eyes. The sight of the alien crouching only a few inches in front of the cage door was enough to force a whimper from my mouth.

He was staring at me, remaining unblinking as his eyes roamed my body. His nostrils were still flared and every few seconds he took a deep breath. The moment he dragged what appeared to be a forked tongue across his lips, I had to fight the tears threatening to give away every ounce of fear.

And I was terrified.

I hope you enjoyed and oh yes, my alien is quite the dominating force!

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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AUCTIONED

I have a brand spanking new dark science fiction menage HOT off the presses. I do so love to mix it up. Thought you might like a sexy taste this morning and as always, FREE to read if you have a KU Subscription.

AUCTIONED

SYNOPSIS

They bought me at auction. They’ll keep me as a pet.

Twenty years ago the Malzeons saved us when we were at the brink of self-annihilation, but there was a price for their intervention. They demanded humans as servants… and as pets.

Only criminals were supposed to be offered to the aliens for their use, but when I defied auctioned_fullEarth’s government, asking questions that no one else would dare to ask, I was sold to them at auction.

I was bought by two of their most powerful commanders, rivals who nonetheless plan to share me. I am their property now, and they intend to tame me, train me, and enjoy me thoroughly.

But I have information they need, a secret guarded so zealously that discovering it cost me my freedom, and if they do not act quickly enough both of our worlds will soon be in grave danger.

EXCERPT

Casey 

“I can’t wait to see you punished. It will be such a joy.”

Fuck you. I will kill you.

Clang. Clang.

What was that noise? What was happening to me?

I struggled to breathe, my chest heavy, but slowly the memories began to slide into my foggy brain. I’d been abducted.

Blinking, I tried to figure out where I’d been taken. This had to be hell.

There were no screams of any kind, only agonizing whimpers coming from all around me. I finally managed to open my eyes, biting back a moan. Pain enveloped every inch of my system, making breathing difficult. When I was finally able to focus, I struggled to move to a sitting position. I was in a jail cell. Correction, I was in a glorified cage and I wasn’t alone.

There were at least ten other women with me, every one of them wearing haunted eyes, some covered in what had to be weeks of grime. Every female was naked, vulnerable to the captors. And I could tell many of them had been punished more than once.

For the first time in years, I was terrified.

I tried to scan their faces to see if there was anyone I recognized; the damn missing persons cases I’d been assigned. My boss must have thought I was incapable of piecing together the pieces. The poor girls had been taken for nothing more than their concern regarding the government. My gut had told me that weeks ago. Now they would pay the ultimate price.

Aliens.

Was I being sent to their planet to live out my life as a slave?

“We will be victorious. We are strong, virulent people!”

The voice, the same damn voice I was forced to listen to every single time I left my apartment was there. I was stuck in some vile prison and the damn president’s voice was belting out as if he was standing next to me. There wasn’t a single location, except in private residences, where a Movietron screen wasn’t positioned. The great asshole himself, President Silvio Marchant, believed he was king of the world.

Instead of the horrible, violent creature he truly was.

His various infomercials played day in and day out, a reminder to everyone on Earth that the New World Order had taken over.

Fuck him.

Peace was the only thing on the minds of the people on Earth, going about their day to day lives as if the twenty years wasn’t looming. There were dissidents who strongly believed the New World Order wasn’t who they purported themselves to be. They were gaining in numbers, no doubt a glitch loathed by both the Malzeons and the government alike.

If only I’d been able to remain numb, pretending like the rest of the world.

However, my father hadn’t raised a follower.

I’d planned on obtaining evidence on the president and his cabinet before going public. What I didn’t understand is what they hoped to accomplish by reneging on the debt. They had to know that the Malzeons would retaliate. Something didn’t add up. The informant was going to spill his guts. God damn it. If only I’d learned the truth. That had been the first step in my mind trying to avoid another disaster. I almost laughed at myself for such grandiose ideas. Who the hell did I think I was, Joan of Arc? Maybe I’d just been a fool to think it would matter, as if the aliens would consider my actions friendly instead of destroying every living creature on Earth.

But that’s all I’d been able to think about, or maybe hoped could still happen since my father’s horrific murder. As I shifted, gasping for air, I finally pulled almost entirely out of the drug-induced fog, grasping reality. Everything was so gray and bitter cold.

“We can save our world as long as you obey.”

Another one of the president’s favorite lines. Sadly, the majority of humans all across the world did just that—obey like sheep.

Sheep to the slaughter.

A cold chill shifted down my spine. The man was far too powerful, his cabinet members no better than he was.

I was an elite member of law enforcement, a group comprised of the men and women who’d endured years of specialized training, and given certain clearances within the government. The New World Order was afraid. Now I was nothing but a prisoner.

A cold chill swept over me as I scanned the perimeter of the cage, doing everything I could to calm my ragged breathing.

I’d heard of this place, a location where only the vilest criminals were sent to await their fate. I shifted to a standing position, cowering against the wall and trying to make sense of what undoubtedly had occurred.

I’d walked a fine line in my private investigation and lost.

I’d been working on the disappearances and several recent murders on my off time, the result of a tip from the informant. He’d claimed he was a prominent member of the elusive government, a close personal friend of the president, and was able to supply me with exactly the evidence I needed. From what he’d told me, he’d witnessed several human abductions, the well-known and often wealthy citizens plucked from their everyday lives.

And they’d committed no crime.

Why? Because they knew too many secrets, perhaps opened their mouths? From what I’d learned, they had no obvious or direction connections to the dissident group, although so much was done in secrecy. But my gut had told me they were a threat against the New World Order in some manner.

No one had cared about the disappearances. People vanishing wasn’t abnormal by any means given the ugly world in which we lived. Then a prominent surgeon had been arrested much in the same manner as I’d been, her incarceration and trial public news. They’d made a scapegoat out of her, attempting to put the fear of God into the dissidents. Recently, the group had begun to call themselves the Dark Resistance. After her arrest, a final red flag had been raised in my mind. I’d investigated, realizing quickly that she’d had nothing to do with murdering three of her patients, but no one had believed me that the woman was innocent. That had been my first mistake. She’d been sentenced to prison.

Or so I’d thought, the public told the same. Lies. All fucking lies.

I’d learned the truth of her whereabouts from the same trusted informant who likely been murdered for talking to me. According to him, the doctor had been used, forced into the worst kind of sexual slavery. That hadn’t made any sense. Only the Malzeons made that type of decision, taking and using women for their people alone.

God. I wasn’t certain what was worse; living life in a cage and forced to perform heinous sexual acts or being forced into hard labor.

However, were humans any better? I no longer believed in good versus evil, right versus wrong.

What had happened to humanity since the various wars from years before? Everything had changed, the new cruel leaders claiming their policies were necessary to keep the peace. The change in leadership had only encouraged vile men and women to take over every political and corporate entity. I knew nothing about King Lorowerd of the Malzeon species except he was ruthless in every manner, his penchant for dark proclivities well known. Evidently, the aliens enjoyed watching the breakdown of humanity while fulfilling their filthy desires.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Now I had no idea whether I should believe what I’d been told.

Out of the blue, the doctor’s broken body had turned up on the shores of the Virginia Beach. That was unrefuted truth. I’d seen her remains, the savagery she must have endured unimaginable. The people to blame? The government. Her death had been caused by human weapons.

And hands.

Maybe she’d gathered information about the president’s elite class, threatening to provide information to the Malzeons, forcing the president to order her death. I believed that with all my heart. It had led me to reexamine other disappearances that had been swept under the rug, ultimately believing every single one of the poor souls had been forced onto the pet auction block, every one of them stripped of their lives.

Why would the aliens buy the line of crap? Had these poor men and women done something wrong or asked too many questions? Was the Malzeon king working with the president for some reason? Were the poor souls actually a part of the dissident group fighting the government and their various rules? If so, they’d hidden their association well.

One thing was certain. I’d ruffled feathers. I’d wanted to right the wrongs and in the process of doing my job I’d lost everything. While I didn’t want to believe they could arrest me, I was beginning to realize that in my effort to find the truth, I’d uncovered a hornet’s nest. There was no way what evidence I’d collected on the various murders and abductions would see the light of day.

Even though I’d hidden much of my findings, along with aspects of my father’s work, my instincts kicking into overdrive, sadly, this I hadn’t anticipated.

Given the Dark Resistance was gaining numbers every day, additional Vipers had been requested by the president, dozens of the them created, and more Federation officers trained. The lies the assholes must have told the Malzeons. People were scared to death and they should be.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The loud noise brought me back to reality.

I had to get the hell out of here. The biting cold allowed goosebumps to pop along every inch of skin. I had no idea how long I’d been here, whatever drug I’d been given leaving my mouth and throat parched. I scanned the perimeter, searching for the possibility of any way out. There was none.

A thunderous sound created another round of whimpers from the other women, boots stomping on the concrete. They were coming, the Federation officers. And I knew they were coming for me.

There were six of them, all heavily armed, their faces devoid of any emotion. I knew their training, the harsh tactics used when necessary. They were dangerous in their own right, their orders of shoot to kill if necessary, ones they took seriously. I’d always hated them, scourges of the Earth, but sadly, they were necessary for keeping the order.

I remained where I was, attempting to boost what little courage and fight I had left. The cage door was unlocked, the same sergeant approaching me as the others shoved the girls aside. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as he headed directly for me. When he was only inches away, he hissed before motioning to his men, “Shackle her.”

“Where are you taking me?” I demanded.

“To see the judge. I suggest you don’t try and fight or your punishment will be much worse.”

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Piper

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Barbarians on the Hunt

Happy Saturday everyone. I have another HOT new release and this one is all about sword wielding barbarians known as the Huntsmen. They take what they want. They hunt for their prey. They are dangerous and rugged. Sound delicious? In the future, there are several classes of people, all forged from a horrific war, chemical warfare that would forever change the landscape, turning men into predators. And our heroine? She refuses to give in…

Find out her destiny.

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FERTILE

Earth

Post-Apocalyptic Year 2102

Alex 

“They’re going to hunt you down, ravage your body for hours, punishing and fucking you. fertile_fullThen you’ll belong to them. They are savage beasts. The true monsters of the apocalypse.”

How many times had I heard the damning proclamation from the others in the village? I shuddered at the thought, refusing to give into fear. I knew what they were.

And I knew exactly what they hungered for.

Females…

I’d spent years in some form of captivity or another, fighting the scourges of the earth. I’d kill them as necessary. I’d gotten very good at killing.

A roar floated above the trees, what few species of birds remaining from the apocalypse cawing at the morning sky, racing away in fear. The sound was savage, just like the ogres responsible.

Since my arrival they’d warned me about the beasts living in the forests, hunting for prey. Strong and virulent, they captured and caged any human they came into contact with. They warned me I wouldn’t be protected, unable to fend for myself if I stayed out too long.

But I didn’t listen…

Once upon a time I believed in fairy tales, rugged knights on great white steeds coming to rescue me. I’d envisioned their steel armor shining in the afternoon sun as they rode through town, annihilating anyone who stood in their way. I’d been certain one day the nightmare would end, my saviors arriving in dawn’s mist, whisking me away to some magical land. A place where every wish came true.

Then real-life monsters chomped at my heels. They were coming for me.

Hunting me.

Ready to devour me.

The elders within my sacred city had been right, but I refused to surrender. The monsters would never take me alive.

The huntsmen pack were little more than wild creatures searching for the finest breeding stock. And I was considered prime meat.

One night when I was little more than a child, my entire world had collapsed, once magnificent cities and towns devoured by walls of flames, searing human flesh as it ate through skyscrapers. The initial bombs sent from Russia had taken out almost forty percent of the United States, leaving carnage in its wake, but the gas used later by the American government had been worse. Our own leaders had betrayed their own, all in an effort to gain power. Nothing had made any sense, the terror paralyzing.

Other countries had been severely affected as well, although all the lines of communication had been broken. I certainly hadn’t been too young to understand the effects of the EMP, another device used by some third world country in response to our bombs, turning formally civilized nations into primitive cultures. While the wretched visions had faded with time, nothing would erase the horrific screams, people pleading for mercy.

There was no such thing.

The gas had dissipated after two years and life for some had returned to normal, including mine. I’d entered college early, one of the few government-run organizations that actually allowed the privileged children to attend. Everything had changed, shifting toward socialism, a necessary evil we’d all been told. For a time, almost fifteen years, the powerful and wealthy maintained a beautiful life, sheltered from the reality of what was occurring outside of locked-down cities and underground facilities.

The day I’d learned about the true horrors was the very day I turned my back on the government and even God.

Run. Run. Run!

I heard the sound of hooves, the thunderous noise approaching my position from deep within the forest. I had no more than one minute, maybe two before they arrived, murderous creatures hell bent on capturing me. My fingers were almost numb as I pried at the harness, desperate to free the prize I’d secured, a small amount of nourishment for my people. “Come on. Come on, baby. Don’t fail me now.”

I nicked my finger attempting to cut through the thick rope. My knife had seen better days, the once razor-sharp edge dull and almost useless. I continued whittling away, darting glances over my shoulder. The rumble of the earth was jarring. There had to be at least four of the bastards hunting, maybe more.

The last string cut, I jerked away the hunk of deer the huntsmen had secured to a pole, wrapping it crudely and shoving into my bag. I grabbed the few medical supplies I’d collected from an abandoned home and took off running in the opposite direction. I’d been outside the compound walls for far too long. However, today’s haul had been worth the risk. I hadn’t anticipated on finding one of the huntsmen’s traps, my good fortune making me almost giddy for the first few minutes after the discovery.

My people were starving, food supplies dangerously low. My daily forages for anything to keep us alive had been somewhat worthwhile as of late. The huntsmen had left carnage in their wake, stealing everything from what few villages and towns remained—including every female of childbearing age.

At least the ones given the special serum the day they’d entered into puberty. I was one of the unlucky few, now fertile as a rabbit. I loathed the concept. But my fall from grace, entering the world of omega women had come much later than the others, forced by a truly evil man.

A man who no longer treasured anything but his growing wealth.

I bristled from the thought alone, desperate to get back to a simple but free way of life.

While my adopted people had taken great steps in hiding our little city, we all knew one day our luck would run out.

I prayed to some freaking God above that today wasn’t the day. I was in no mood for a fight. Exhausted and hungry, I wanted nothing more than to get back to the safety of my sanctuary. The huntsmen’s approach had cut off my initial path, leaving me few choices.

I raced through the woods, zigzagging to alternate my path, remaining low to the ground as I headed for the river. The huntsmen were consummate trackers, their skills legendary. The water would help mask my scent, a strong fragrance used to attract mates. I wasn’t certain about the dead deer carcass. Another chance I had to take. While I’d only taken a small amount, the meat rich in vitamins would help heal our sick and dying.

Please, God. Please.

Disease was rampant, taking down dozens of villages within weeks.

The roar of the horses continued to draw near. My heart was racing, my blood pumping to the point I heard echoes in my ears. I’d never been so frightened. I’d also never been this close to a pack before.

I’d heard wretched stories from so many broken families, their heartbreaking tales would forever burn into my mind. Three factions of what was left of humanity had risen from the ashes, forced to live in filth and squalor while the precious government leaders remained protected underground at first in order to rebuild Washington DC. Living in the lap of luxury. At first, my entire family had been considered the Elite, a class all to itself, given riches including a beautiful mansion far removed from the horrors of everyday living.

My father had worked hard, trying desperately to change things to a more equitable life. His choices hadn’t been well received.

But soon things had changed. The guilt would never leave me, my vehemence at doing the right thing the very reason we’d been forced to go on the run. Then we’d been labeled as dissidents, a menace to society.

As if there’d been a society left. There was utter chaos. The government would never stop hunting, their ordained soldiers just as brutal as any group, only they had myriad precious weapons to protect them.

I’d been able to hide amongst a group called the laborers, worker bees forced to aid the government with rebuilding, but the cruel treatment and brutal punishment from those in charge had turned so many against our illustrious and vile leaders. The subsequent rebellion had eradicated thousands of lives, thousands of male survivors sent to prison camps, others executed for betraying their country. Women had become products, vital for continuing the race, those of childbearing years rounded up. That continued to happen on a monthly basis, soldiers and other vile creatures scouring the countryside for victims.

What I knew and what I’d seen I kept to myself. No one would ever know the horrors inflicted or the punishments doled out for the slightest infractions. Only my nightmares would ever remind me that I’d once been a part of the regime.

Some prisoners had escaped, forging a life in dilapidated towns, living among the crumbled buildings, broken sewer lines, and rats. Hiding. Others had been driven to the forests and mountains, many dying from wild animals and horrific weather conditions. The lucky few survived.

Lucky, my ass.

I was one of thousands who’d survived for several years, escaping the tyranny of a man so many of the Elite trusted with their lives. As if my life held any meaning. I’d lost everything I cared about, including my mother, father, our beautiful cabin burned to the ground as my sister and I had been forced to watch. We’d run, trying to find safety but she’d been caught, ripped away from me by a band of soldiers. I’d escaped, finding safety in an old toolshed, leaving my baby sister to fend for herself.

The guilt was crushing.

One day I would kill the bastards responsible. If my true identity was ever discovered, I’d be sold into slavery.

Or worse.

Maybe I deserved such a fate.

The second group were little more than animals, predators feasting on human flesh.

Huntsmen were terrifying, mostly discarded men forging a pack-like unity, more like mountain men who’d turned survivalists after the Great War and the frequent bloody attacks. Ex-military. Mercenaries. Convicts. They were barbaric in nature, huge in stature, and very dangerous, their bodies altered by a variant serum, turning them into little more than savage beasts.

All hungry for a taste of a female, to plant their seed.

The rumors surrounding them were that they were dumb as stumps, a horrific side effect of the gas used to keep us under control, acting on primitive instinct alone. I’d heard of hundreds of women who’d been abducted against their will, taken to whatever camps the hedonists had built to mate and breed. The beasts were mute, savage, and very sexual in nature.

Primal.

I’d made a promise to myself years ago that I would never be taken alive by one of them. Fuck them.

The third group made my skin crawl. Scavengers were even worse, although they were truly slave traders. Hidden behind masks, they were said to be horribly disfigured from the gasses used, barely recognizable as humans. Their goal was to round up every laborer, flesh they could trade for food and drink, weapons and other equipment.

An extension of the government. Or so everyone believed.

The few who continued to believe in God chose to hold onto a prophecy born out of the horrific holocaust—a hero who could restore humanity, a true leader amongst thieves and murderers. I held no such belief.

My entire body ached, my legs giving way several times. The terrain was rough, getting worse the deeper I moved into the forest, the foliage so thick the canopy blocked out the sunlight. I’d gone much further than I ever had, moving in a direction that I’d been warned to stay away from.

The horses kept coming.

Closer.

They were closer.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Everything in the forest shifted from the power of the massive steeds.

My mind reeled, the fear turning almost paralyzing. I dropped down, taking several deep breaths. I wasn’t going to be able to outrun them. Crawling forward, I moved behind a scrubby bush, thorns immediately digging into my skin as I fought for some level of coverage. I bit back a cry, crouching lower. My entire body shook, goosebumps floating along my arms. I’d been such a fool to think I could get away with stealing from them.

The rumble increased, the noise furrowing into my stomach. I could hear the horses snorting, the way their hooves stamped down on the ground in both fury and fear. They were coming. They were coming!

A single whinny was followed by a horrific roar, the bellow deep and masculine, brutally savage in nature.

This was nothing more than a battle cry.

Then silence.

Sweet, terrifying silence.

I sensed their presence all around me, could almost smell their stench, the notion making my skin crawl. Patience wasn’t one of my virtues and never had been, but I hesitated, waiting for one of the jerks to make a move. After at least five minutes, my legs became to cramp. God damn, the bastards were cagey.

I dared peek around the leaves, holding my breath. I could just make out the four horses, beautiful majestic creatures in various colors. Chestnut. Ebony. Ivory. Palomino. They were truly regal, their silky manes floating in the light breeze. The men were equally as impressive and all completely different. Then I locked eyes onto one of the men, by far the most mesmerizing.

Rugged.

Massive.

Carved.

For just a second in time, everything dropped into slow motion, allowing me to inhale the very thought of his roughhewn, dangerous nature. And I could swear that I’d seen him before. The thought was fleeting, albeit leaving me wet and hot all over, my skin crawling from some wicked anticipation.

Shame rushed through me from my body’s reaction, my breath skipping. Shivering, a wet pool developed between my legs, staining my already damp panties. My nipples hardened, swollen and aching. How could I react this way to a monster? A barbarian who only wanted to feast on me, capture and cage me to use for his every carnal desire? I shrank closer to the tree, biting back a moan as my pussy clenched.

My body as well as my mind betrayed me. Without thinking, I glanced again, hungry to see him. To touch him. No. No!He was my enemy and I was going to escape their clutches. Period. My people were counting on me. I couldn’t let them down.

The barbarian exhaled, lifting his head and taking a deep whiff. Dear God, had he detected my scent? An omega’s scent was more powerful than anything else to true primates, alpha warriors like the huntsmen. Then he narrowed his eyes, a slight smile curling on his mouth.

He turned the horse, slowly scanning the perimeter as he held out his hand to the others. The group of marauders seemed to obey his command, pulling on the reins of their horses. As he tilted his head, his gaze falling onto the clump of bushes, I could see his gorgeous eyes even in the waning light. They were blue like the deepest ocean, adding to the sultry look of his features. His nostrils flared seconds before he jumped off his ebony steed, huffing under his breath. Even the huntsman’s massive chest was rising and falling. The man was riddled with exasperation and I was the cause.

What a shame.

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HARVEST

“You’ll be punished.”

How many times had I heard that very statement before? How many sleepless nights hadharvest_full I envisioned the monsters taking me, using me? Filling every hole with one of their thick, hard cocks?

Shivering, I blinked away the ugly visions, making a promise to myself that I would escape. Somehow. Someway.

Then there was my family to worry about. I cringed, my skin tingling from anticipation. The Centurions were monsters. Brutal savages. And there was nothing any of the aliens could do to change my mind.

The horrible premonitions were coming true. My mind was rattled, petrified that everything I’d dreamt during the last two weeks had actually occurred. My skin tingled, my pussy quivering much as it had since the experience in the woods. Maybe I was losing my mind, the fear overtaking any concept of reality.

But I couldn’t get the monster out of my mind.

Voltar…

His entire body reeked of testosterone, a man to be feared, his power evident in every move he made. Broad shoulders, a carved chest, rippled abs that were every girl’s fantasy.

But he was an alien. A damn beast that I was supposed to fear.

Then why did I hunger for him every night?

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Every time the primitive drums were hit with the cloth-covered mallets I jumped. There was no fear given what they were doing was on the massive screen, just simple disgust. Others in my group crowded closer, as if the monsters holding court were magical gods, able to free them from their daily confines. I wanted to laugh and make fun of them for their obviously misguided cravings, but what else did they have to live for?

Being locked away, never having the freedom to make a single choice—other than to submit or die.

I am woman, hear me roar.

I’d learned the expression, one from so long ago, from my mother. But even she’d lost her will to fight. A nauseating chill swept down my spine, trickling along the backs of my legs even though the temperature was close to eighty degrees. Everything about the Centurions and their ruthless ways repulsed me yet sent the fear of the unknown skittering into my bloodstream. I’d fought so hard to keep my self-worth, trying to enjoy the life we’d been forced into, but days like these were debilitating, shaking me to my core. I thought about the words I often said to myself in an effort to curtail my rage.

I am Felicity Michaels and no man or beast will ever strip away my identity or my dignity. Ever.

Only the aliens were capable of doing much more, at least if I was luckyenough to win the so-called lottery.

We all stood staring at the videogram, a retelling of one of the recent celebrations, the show meant to entice us for the upcoming Feast.

Feast. Feast. Feast.

The chanting would forever burn in the back of my mind.

“Aren’t they beautiful?” one of the girls asked no one in particular, her dilated eyes wide open and her hand raised as if able to stroke the copper-colored hair of the girl leading the others into a tight formation. Every single one of the women on display in the video seemed catatonic, as if they’d been drugged or worse, brainwashed into thinking they were facing a glorious life. They were all dressed in magnificent clothing, silks and satin in vibrant colors. I knew in my heart their attire was all for the glorious show.

They were simply being turned into well trained pets for the Centurions, a fate worse than death in my mind. I couldn’t fathom why no one else in our group seemed to notice the chosen’s artificial smiles and glassy eyes. Maybe they simply didn’t care. I glanced around me at the eager faces, pursed lips, and body language indicating they were turned on by the few aliens being shown in the videograms.

“No, they’re not,” I answered, more under my breath than anything. I wasn’t well liked, as if I gave a shit, but I had to be careful not to cause a commotion or the Watchers would flag my number, removing me from the upcoming celebration. They were the low-level Centurion soldiers, every one of them dangerous. I’d seen with my own eyes what the nasty creatures did to misbehaving girls. Any of them causing commotion were humiliated in front of every man and woman, stripped of their clothing and shackled, spanked like naughty little girls until their ass cheeks were flaming red.

 

“Come here, Earthling. You deserve to be punished.” His deep voice floated across the courtyard, the sound penetrating into the darkest parts of me. He patted his lap, his lip curled in an exaggerated fashion, the sneer on his face indicating he approved of my naked body.

I heard the chants all around me, the gregarious calls from those hungering to see me punished. A light breeze wafted across my skin, forwarding the horrific stench of the monster in my direction, yet my pussy clenched in anticipation. I did as I was told, my feet dragging as I inched closer, trying not to breathe, willing my mind to obey. If not, the consequences would be even worse.

He reached out, his fingers dancing along the skin of my forearm, tickling my synapses until my nipples hardened. I had no idea why I felt such blatant desire for a being I considered so wretched, but my body betrayed me, my breasts aching with deep longing. “Do you understand why you’re being whipped, little girl?”

I wanted to shout out that I was a woman and not a little girl, but I merely nodded. The thick leather strap lay by his side, a favored implement and one that could inflict significant pain. Why was my mouth watering and goosebumps popping along my arms and legs?

“Excellent. We will mold you into a perfect mate yet.” Yanking me over his massive lap, he pressed his hand on the small of my back. “You are to be given thirty lashes.”

As the strap was driven down against my buttocks, I squirmed and moaned, pain coursing throughout my body. And I wanted more…

The vision was far too real, leaving me shivering. I’d never wanted a controlling man, one who was used to getting what he wanted. Never. I wanted a hero, a gorgeous blond human fighting for my love, gentle and understanding. Unfortunately, he would also be fighting for our lives. No human male was allowed to mate with females any longer, at least not those under the protection of the Centurions. Human males were used as workers, true slaves tending to fields and what livestock remained living on Earth. Every young woman was considered property of the Centurions.

Forever.

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PRIMITIVE is LIVE

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PRIMITIVE

There was nothing else but this creature, this beautiful and masculine being.

And he wanted me.

He cocked his head, taking cautious steps, studying me in a manner that could only be primitive_fulldescribed as seductive, undressing me with his eyes. The intimacy shared between us was explosive, so unexpected that I had no sense of anything else but this moment. There was no doubt what he was thinking.

What he was desiring.

I heard his growl, a deep rumble coming from the pit of his stomach. This was the sound of ownership, possession.

And I knew he was prepared to take me.

Capture me.

Use me.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across my lips, issuing a keening howl to the others. Within seconds, I was tossed over his shoulder. He moved swiftly, turning and running even in the deep snow. I was thrown into a paralyzing state, unable to move or fight back. I could just make out two of the others in my group but only for a few seconds, the blinding snow forcing everything in my world into a whirling white blur.

“Don’t,” I said weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear and had no way of knowing if he even understood. The howling wind became a roar, echoing in my ears. I pummeled my fists against his back. It was no use. I was his prisoner.

I was aware of other beasts, moving in a formation together and even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear their bitter cries, howls and roars of angry monsters moving away from the battle they’d fought.

What seemed like only minutes passed but suddenly I could no longer feel the effects of the ravaging weather. Dazed and confused, I tried to get my bearings, attempting to lift my head. All I could see was stone and a roaring fire. Suddenly, I was on the ground near the warmth. I closed my eyes, the frigid chill making me sleepy.

Hands came from nowhere, touching my face and removing my hat. Then my jacket and shoes. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, drained. When I blinked again, it was as if the fantasy had come true.

A face loomed over mine, fingers gently brushing across my cheek. The Viking. This had to be a wondrous dream. He rubbed my hands between his, blowing on them every few seconds. When he seemed satisfied, he finished undressing me.

Others surrounded me, gorgeous creatures with luminescent eyes. I was naked, being caressed and fondled. My face. My breasts. Hands moved between my legs, stroking my wetness, thrusting into my pussy. The realization hit me and I fought back, slapping and kicking until I was able to scramble to my feet. “No!”

Two of them snarled, peering at me with luminescent eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, trying to cover my nakedness. I was surrounded.

There was no answer, merely husky growls coming from every direction. I could see their eyes, famished stares as they inched closer. Every one of them was dressed in thick fur and I could tell covering massive, carved bodies. I’d never seen such glorious men in my life, barbaric and almost perfect. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a beautiful, sensuous dream. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The Viking advanced, taking long strides in my direction. When he stood only inches from me, he curled his lip and lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. Spreading his fingers, he gingerly placed them on my face, adding just a touch of pressure.

The connection was intense, vibrant, and so alive. The others crowded closer yet keeping their distance. It was as if they knew they had to be invited. I was terrified beyond belief but the electricity soaring through us was so beautiful, as if we’d always been tethered together.

He pressed his lips against mine, using his tongue until both our mouths were open.

Until I yielded.

This was insane, but I darted my tongue inside, tasting his sweet essence. He allowed me to have control for only a few seconds before shoving me against the stone, grabbing my hands into his and lifting my arms over my head. The kiss became a passionate roar of two beasts consumed in hunger. Shame rushed into every cell, a reminder that I should fight to get away, to run fast and hard.

Then why was every ounce of my being in desperate need? Why was I burning from the inside out, ignited by fuel oozing from this beast?

He kicked my legs apart, dragging my arms together until he was able to wrap his long, filthy fingers around both wrists. Our tongues entwined as he shoved his hand between my legs, fingering my pussy in a brutal fashion, stretching my cunt muscles.

Dirty creatures.

Filthy beasts.

Savage monsters.

I didn’t care.

I moaned into the kiss, arching my back as much as I was allowed as his fingers thrust deep and hard in rapid succession. I was so wet, seared to the core from his touch. Everything about his desire seemed voracious, as if he needed to quench his thirst, feast on every inch of my tender skin.

He swirled his thumb around my clit then his actions became rough and unyielding.

I was pitched into raw, blinding ecstasy, my pussy muscles clamping around the thick invasion. I bucked and undulated, stunned as I was swept into a raging climax. The dazzling sensations rocked my entire body. I could no longer see or think clearly, my entire body trembling. I would have fallen if his roughhewn hands weren’t holding me aloft.

When he finally released me, I stumbled, forced to cling onto the soft fur covering his body. My breathing was ragged, the climax still continuing. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the joy of the blip in time something I’d never experienced.

A languishing guttural sound filtered from the depths of his being as he took a second step back, breaking the connection entirely. He placed his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, making husky sounds as he licked and sucked, taking his time to drag his tongue up and down every finger. I’d never seen such a possessive look on a man’s face as he gazed at me, his eyes sweeping up and down before easing the fur away from his body.

“Oh, God,” I muttered as the glow of the fire cast a shimmer across his naked body. He was absolutely perfect in proportion, chiseled biceps and carved pecs. Thick veins ran down the length of his arms, pulsing in the same manner as his glorious huge cock. His balls were swollen, hanging low between his legs and all I could think about was having them in my mouth, savoring their tangy flavor.

Hearing other sounds, I dared glance in the direction of the noise, my breath catching in my throat. They were all equally as gorgeous, although their skin was like burnished copper, their eyes glowing.

And they all hungered for me.

The Viking eased his hand to his shaft, stroking up and down. Even from where I was standing, I could see the bead of pre-cum leaking from his sensitive slit. I bit my lip, trying to keep from moaning.

From begging.

I was like a crazed animal, filled with lust.

No. I couldn’t do this. A moment of clarity rocketed into my brain, shame furrowing to the point I had difficulty swallowing. I couldn’t hunger for these… beasts. I was a scientist. I was a professional. I backed away, throwing out my hand and darting my eyes for the entrance to the cave. “Get away from me. I don’t want this. Take me back. Now! I am an important scientist. What you did is a crime.”

Narrowing his eyes, the Viking remained in the same position, folding his arms and a look of amusement crossing his face.

“I gave you orders!” I was yelling at creatures who had no understanding of English. Several of the cavemen inched closer, husky growls permeating the dense space. I took several additional steps backward, calculating the time to get out of the cave. I had to try to escape.

Issuing a guttural noise in order to draw my attention, the Viking commanded my return, using a quick snap of his head.

“Not a chance, buster. I don’t belong to you.” My tone was filled with defiance, even arrogance.

The Viking took a single step closer, his growl more intense and the sweep of his head more virulent. When I didn’t respond, he threw his head back and roared.

I snatched one of the pelts from a pile, using that moment to dart out of the cave and into the storm. Blinded by blowing snow, I took two steps forward, slipping and going down hard. As I started to slide, I managed to see a few feet in front of me and to the edge of a cliff. Oh, God. Oh, God!Before I could open my mouth to scream, massive hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety. I was thrown against the Viking’s chest, panting from the terror.

He cupped my face, taking ragged, deep breaths, his rough thumb rubbing back and forth across my lips. I could see a moment of concern in his eyes, but only for seconds. Fire returned, shimmering in his irises as he issued another savage growl, tossing me once against over his shoulder and carrying me back inside.

And I knew by instinct what he was thinking.

I’d disobeyed him, almost getting myself killed in the process. The moment he eased me to the stone floor, ripping the pelt out of my hands, I shivered. No longer from shame, this time because of guilt. I was nothing more than a misbehaving girl.

He’d saved me.

He’d protected me.

This… roughhewn creature had become my hero.

I was shocked when he yanked me around, my face pressed up against the cool stone. I had no idea what to expect and when his hand smacked hard against my bottom, I jumped, whimpering as a slice of pain entered my system. I struggled to turn around, but his hand was firmly wrapped around my neck in a possessive manner.

SYNOPSIS

I came to this planet to study men. I found only beasts.

I was sent to this world to help build a new Earth, but I was shocked by what I found here. The men of this planet are not just primitive savages. They are predators, and I am now their prey…

The government lied to all of us. Not all of the creatures who hunted and captured me are aliens. Some of them were human once, specimens transformed in labs into little more than feral beasts.

I fought, but I was thrown over a shoulder and carried off. I ran, but I was caught and punished. Now they are going to claim me, share me, and use me so roughly that when the last screaming climax has been wrung from my naked, helpless body, I wonder if I’ll still know my own name.

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PREDATOR

Earth Two—2122

Cassia

Damnation and death.

I was headed for both.

The words shot through my mind, pinpricks from hell. The thought had filtered through alien twomy rattled brain several times since leaving Earth.

“A few of them look almost human. Don’t they?” The male voice was husky, clearly amused. “Dr. Forrester thinks he’s God. Doesn’t he? I don’t know how you tolerated working with him.”

As we broke into the atmosphere, an unsettling feeling created a wave of nausea. The shuttle shifted, shaking for a few seconds. Normally I had no fear of flying but today, everything seemed off. Foreboding. “I’m sorry?” I knew his name was Samuel, Dr. Samuel Winter. He’d introduced himself in a manner that suggested I should kowtow to him. All men thought that way these days, as if women were their property.

Not a chance in hell.

“The sample creatures. Many of them look, well, human, which I’m certain the doctor you work with takes all credit for. Makes you wonder what’s out there in the universe. Must be varied species living on Earth Two. Get this, they’re bred to be dominant in their behavior,” he said, chortling in a disgusting manner. “Can you imagine what the hell that means? Oh, I guess you know that already. Big mother fuckers but at least humanoid in design. Shame they’re nothing but animals.”

An unsettling feeling trickled into my mind, pulling me into the same kind of vision I’d had before. Why here and now? I closed my eyes, desperately trying to shove the images into a locked box I could hide from, but they refused to be denied.

“Little Cassia, I will dominate you in every kinky way possible. You will learn to obey my every command.” His gruff voice sliced across me like smooth velvet. As the creature stepped forward into the light, I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him on my hands and knees. He leered down at me, growling in a savage manner. He was brutally handsome, his massive cock throbbing, swollen balls hanging between his muscular legs. I was his property.

I lowered my head out of respect, trying to control my breathing. I’d been taught never to cry or to make any noise, but I knew he would punish me, spanking me for defying him. I bit my lip to keep from crying, but the tears betrayed me, sliding down my cheeks.

“You were disobedient.”

“Yes, Master. I’m so sorry.”

“You will pay for your sins, little one.”

I expected to feel the lash of his strap, but instead, he lifted my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look into his shimmering green eyes. Desire nearly ravaged my body, my pussy clenching and my nipples aching to the point of anguish. I studied his face, ashamed at both my sins as well as the intense yearning, but wanting him. I longed to please him. His long hair hung down, framing his chiseled face, dirt from the battle unable to hide his masculinity. I was mesmerized by the way he looked at me, raw and visceral, his hunger unbridled.

He would devour me.

My master jutted his hips forward, slapping his cock against my face.

Shaking, I took his cock into my hand and ran my fingers along his bulging shaft. Shivers coursed through every vein as I crowded between his legs. My pussy clenched again, almost shoving me into a powerful orgasm. I couldn’t. I wasn’t allowed to come.

“Take me into your mouth,” he instructed.

I obeyed instantly, opening my mouth wide, my tongue darting around the bulbous head. The taste of him was ripe with a burst of tang and as he filled my mouth, planting his hands on my head, I accepted my place.

His possession.

His slave.

He pumped into my mouth, fucking it long and hard until I gagged from the girth. He was so large, but I wanted nothing more than to take every inch. He issued a series of guttural sounds coming from deep within his belly as he face-fucked me, using me just as he’d told me on the day he’d captured me in the forest. Water came to my eyes, forcing me to blink.

Finally, my throat relaxed and I closed my eyes, performing my duty. It wasn’t long until I sensed his climax. Clamping down around the thick invasion, I swirled my tongue back and forth as beads of saliva dripped from both sides of my mouth.

Hissing and growling, he threw his head back and roared, spewing his seed deep within my throat.

When he finished filling my mouth, I cleaned his cock as required, licking and sucking until he was satisfied. Pulling me onto my feet, he dragged me toward the godawful bench, the crude wooden piece the thing I hated the most. As he secured my wrists and ankles, I wanted to beg for forgiveness, but there was no such thing in this primitive world.

I stretched against my bindings only once, fearful the round of discipline would be lengthened. The whooshing sound of his favorite strap forced a single moan and I only prayed that he hadn’t heard. I braced for the pain, the agony that would come.

And it did.

Luscious. Delicious. Intense.

Shameful.

I was so ashamed that I was his possession, humiliated I was being treated like a child.

Even as my pussy clenched, almost climaxing.

He issued several harsh smacks in succession, slapping my bottom over and over again. The pain was blinding, even as my pussy slickened the cool wood as I undulated my hips, grinding until there was pleasure. And I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again.

I belong to him.

His property.

You want this. You crave him.

I noticed the others waiting, their cocks standing at full attention. They were all beasts, every one of them ripped from head to toe.

And they were hungry, famished to feast on my body.

I was unable to process my emotions, confusion mixing with temptation. I didn’t want any man or beast to control me. But my body betrayed me, longing for his firm touch and the feel of his thick cock being shoved into every hole.

The cracking sound of the thick leather echoed in my ears as the wave of anguish curled my toes. I clenched my fists, gulping for air to fill my lungs, to provide some sense of understanding.

And peace.

My master stopped, the sound of his thudding boots drowning out my moans. The second his finger wiggled into my asshole, I closed my eyes.

“We will take you in every manner, brutal and without compromise. You were meant to belong to us.”

The sounds of the others snarling and growling as they advanced should have produced utter terror. Instead, I was wet with anticipation.

Jesus.

Where in the hell had that come from? I was cognizant that my nipples were very hard, pushing against my shirt. I imagined the brute sucking on them, biting down with sharp teeth. I could almost feel his thick, long finger thrusting into my asshole. “God.” The word escaped my mouth and I could almost taste trickles of the beast’s cum. I was fucking losing my mind. We’d been in space too long, the trip arduous.

“Did you hear a word I was saying, sweetheart?” Samuel snipped.

Damn it! I glanced at the screen he was pointing to, sighing as he flipped from one grainy photograph to another, blinking several times before I realized the haze had nothing to do with my eyes. Whoever had taken the pictures required a lesson in photography, but the monsters’ rugged features were easy to see.

Big, brooding, and rock hard.

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HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no huntingtheirmatepeace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading our world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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RAPTURE

Sadie

The End of Days.

I’d been told for years that the horrific rapture, consuming every mortal being considered righteous was right around the corner. Then darkness would ensue, consuming and feasting. Those who followed the teachings of the Devil would be spared, allowed to control the Earth, enslaving God-fearing creatures to do the biddings of their Master.

Rapture: A mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things.

Rapture: Ecstasy, bliss, ravishment.

The meaning in the dictionary certainly gave me several other sinful thoughts, none of them having to do with a beast with horns.

I bit back a laugh, wiggling in my seat, my pussy clenching. Such bad girl thoughts.

I’d also heard there was one demon who’d been imprisoned, prepared to fight against the tyranny as established by Lucifer and his followers. She was still enslaved, her mind and body broken from years of torment.

Stories told over campfires, in order to instill good behavior in little girls and boys. Very few believed in the ancient teachings, but I’d come to expect that at least some of what I’d read held a certain amount of accuracy.

Humans, after all, needed discipline.

Evil. Evil. Evil.

The notion continued to swirl around me, nightmares keeping me awake. My eyes ached, so dry and my throat so parched. I hated being here. Coerced. Forced.

Like a good little girl.

I shuddered at the thought. The sad truth? I couldn’t stand my life.

“The Devil is amongst us!”

The way my father shouted from the pulpit made me cringe, but he and his followers truly believed in good versus evil. I slunk down in the hard bench style seat, longing to be with my books and all alone, fantasizing about another life. That would never happen. My parents never left me alone. Being the daughter of a Baptist Minister meant I was required to attend every service. I was twenty years old and was still controlled by a man who believed I was riddled with sin.

Maybe I was.

I read romance novels.

I dreamed of a dark knight taking me away from this place, protecting me.

I longed for the touch of a man, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. My pussy clenched just thinking about a rugged man’s hands gripping my thighs as he pressed his face into my wetness. I shoved my knees together, terrified that the scent of the juice trickling into my already damp panties was detectable. These weren’t proper thoughts for a minister’s daughter. They weren’t pure.

Evil.

The word licked at me. Shivering, I bit my lip and dared glance around at the congregation as the ultra conservative believers raised their fists in acceptance. Jesus was their savior.

I didn’t have one.

I jumped hearing the clap of thunder, able to see the bold strike of lightning shimmering through the stained glass windows. The eeriness of the vibrant caricatures, depictions of good versus evil, made my skin crawl. Even the rumble of wind through the hundred year old trees seemed more dangerous tonight, as if there was a festering of evil crouching just outside the doors.

Crack!

The sound was ominous, casting shadows into the dimly lit church. Candles flickered, the howling wind creeping through the aging windows and doors.

“And we shall cast out that demon before he takes hold. Yes!” My father slammed his hand on the wood podium, the clanging noise from the goblet of host wine falling onto the floor more chilling than anything.

I watched as the red liquid flowed from the tarnished sterling silver, everything suddenly in slow motion. Blood. The chalice was spewing blood of the centuries.

“Praise the lord!” The entire room stated. “Praise be to God the almighty.”

I noticed my mother sitting on the first row, her glorious long hair in the required bun. My father was strict, believing that allowing any concept of vanity was akin to following the Devil himself.

The old ways.

The old beliefs.

James Mullins had made certain the entire small town believed the Devil had found us, threatening all that we had. People were terrified, locking their doors at night as if that would keep away the Prince of Darkness. I knew otherwise. If the Devil was ready to drag us to the underworld, he would take anyone at any time.

His choice.

His burning desire.

I want you. You belong to me.

I could almost hear his sultry voice beckoning me. I twisted my hands, trying to catch my breath as I glanced around the expansive room. Tonight seemed different, another purpose in mind. This wasn’t his normal sermon, the glow and show of a man who enjoyed being in the limelight.

I was sick to my stomach, trying to block out my father’s words. I’d been punished as being a nonbeliever for far too long. I’d also been chastised for wanting a different life. I had to get away, out of this town before it consumed me like it had everyone else. I’d made my decision, sending out a dozen applications to various colleges. I’d saved some money working at the hardware store, and if I was lucky, I’d receive offers for scholarships.

If not, I’d run away, finding a community college in a town far removed from this strangling hold of a town. Whatever worked. Whatever got me the hell out of here.

I needed a savior, someone I could trust without question.

Maybe my hunger was simply insatiable.

Fiddling, my mind wandered, envisioning my hero’s face, his engaging eyes and a smile that could light up a room. I shivered as the fantasy continued; fingers dancing down my naked skin, a thick cock sliding into my molten pussy.

My father suddenly threw out his arm in my direction, his fingers flexed open. “Thou hast found Satan and he lives in one of us. Right here. Right now.”

There wasn’t a person who hadn’t turned their head in my direction. My mouth was parched to the point I couldn’t say anything. What the hell was my father talking about? My skin crawled, my heart racing. He couldn’t be serious.

But he was.

“Blasphemy. We will rid her of the Devil! We will heal her very soul, erase the fires that burn within.”

This was crazy. My father had lost his mind. I tried to shift to the end of the bench but within seconds, two sets of hands grabbed me, massive men in dark suits yanking me into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” My screech was lost in the sudden hum that flowed throughout the church. The entire congregation was alive, stomping their feet as they stood, turning in my direction with anger and fear in their eyes. “No!”

They believed I’d been consumed by the Devil.

“Father. No!” I struggled, trying desperately to get out of the strong clutches, men I didn’t even know, had never seen before.

But they were too strong.

This had been planned.

Now, imagine who just might be coming to her rescue. OR, will she become Lucifer’s spawn’s obsession? Hmmm…

Also, don’t forget, HOT off the presses, the third in the Cenzan alien world. The book can be read as a stand alone, but you will certainly learn a lot by reading Conquering Their Mate and Capturing Their Mate as well. This is Killer’s story…

HUNTING THEIR MATE

They hunted me. They caught me. Now they’re going to breed me.

As far as I’m concerned, the Cenzans will always be the enemy, and there can be no peace while they remain on our planet. I planned to make them pay for invading ourhuntingtheirmate world, but I was hunted down and captured by two of their warriors with the help of a battle-hardened former Marine. Now I’m the one who is going to pay, as the three of them punish me, shame me, and share me.

Though the thought of a fellow human taking the side of these alien brutes enrages me, that is far from the worst of it. With every searing stroke of the strap that lands across my bare bottom, with every savage thrust as I am claimed over and over, and with every screaming climax, it is made more clear that it is my own quivering, thoroughly used body which has truly betrayed me.

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Piper

Ode to My Mother and What’s Coming Next

Happy Mother’s Day! I don’t usually talk about my personal life very much other than fun statistics, but I feel such a loss for my mom today. She died when I was only 25 of a  stroke. Devastating to say the least. She was my best friend and the first person to encourage my writing. When I was 16 and had finished my 13th full length novel, she baked me a cake to celebrate. You can’t ask for more.

the-boys-04-29-2018She had a difficult life – abused for years by my father, but she kept the light shining in her soul, teaching me that good does overcome evil. She was barely 5’4″, one hundred pounds soaking wet while my father was over 6’5″ and all muscle. You can imagine. In truth, I was lucky to gain some of my father’s physical traits. At 5’11” when I was only 13, I was able to throw him out of the house at knife point when I was 16. She finally lived a fabulous life for 9 more years and I was lucky to be a part of her blossoming.

One fun story that I am proud of. I lied at barely 17 to take a waitressing job where liquor was served. I saved all my money and was able to purchase the one thing she always wanted – a mink coat. I don’t want to hear the animal stories. I know. But it was a different time then and for her. She always watched the glorious movies with actresses trailing the mink across the floor. She was able to do that.

I miss her every day and thank God she was in my life. I don’t have human children – my choice because I’d make a horrible mother given my understanding of abuse, but I am blessed to have two beautiful furry babies. They are my world.

Celebrate your mother today no matter the circumstance. Love is all that matters.

What’s coming up? Well, surprise! The third in the Cenzan world – Hunting Their Mate – is coming May 24th. Here’s an unedited excerpt that I hope you enjoy!

HUNTING THEIR MATE

Kristina

The Creepers were everywhere, consuming our resources and destroying our way of life. They were true monsters, walking the Earth as if we owed them something. To hell with that. The mother fuckers thought they could rule us, and even more disgusting was the realization that a huge percentage of humans had fallen into their trap. They actually believed the gargantuan aliens wanted to be our friends, keep the peace.

I knew better.

The Cenzan Federation had infiltrated Earth almost two years before, blending with our people. The various government reactions had been mixed, although mostly favorable, acting as if their arrival had been foreseen.

Maybe it had.

I certainly knew there were possibilities of other lifeforms, had been educated to understand we couldn’t be the only inhabitable planet, but to have them not only living but thriving on our bruised and broken planet had been horrific to watch. Those past two years had changed everything, including my beliefs in any concept of a decent future.

I’d seen the Cenzan soldiers in action dozens if not hundreds of times, their false pretenses easy to see through. All they hungered for were human females to breed and bear their ugly little hybrids. I snorted at the thought. And the recent propaganda being issued by the various government leaders was ridiculous.

A New World Full of Peace and Prosperity.

Uh-huh. Only if every last breathing alien creature was wiped off our planet.

I allowed my mind to wander to a horrible vision from the past, the very moment I was shoved into the position of forging a new path, existing on my own. My entire world had been exterminated, the weapons used Cenzan guns. I’d been the single person from my home village to survive and the only reason because I’d wandered off, longing for time alone at my favorite stream. I’d heard the shots, the bloodcurdling screams as I raced through the trees. At that moment, I’d lost every ounce of humanity as well as the majority of my heart, my entire family taken from me.

Hatred had replaced any concept of love.

A mission formed in my mind as I cradled my dying baby sister in my arms.

I would hunt the aliens down one by one.

“That the place you mentioned?” I asked as the small group of us exited the bank of trees and the protection the forest offered, leaving our dirt bikes hidden under thorny brush. What was left of this particular dilapidated city had been turned into refuge stations for humans and aliens alike, dirty little bars and shitty shacks offering a fine selection of proclivities for those with the cash.

I wasn’t in the mood for anything but a stiff drink and some information. If by chance we were able to eliminate a few Cenzans, then the night would be considered damn good.

“That’s it. To Hell and Back. Catchy name, huh?” Luci laughed as she walked in front of me, studying the layout. She was one of my most formidable lieutenants, a weapons expert, including the use of Cenzan guns. We had a dozen in our arsenal and they’d come to good use in a full-scale attack. One day, our camp would be discovered by our enemy, but on that day, the aliens would be the ones to suffer.

Our particular mission on the full moon night was to gather information, securing the locations of Cenzan run colonies in order to develop an operational scheme. A bar where the liquor flowed and one known to be sympathetic to the aliens was the best place to garner correct data. It was amazing what human males would spill to females who offered them a seductive smile.

As far as the Cenzans? The plan was similar, only the alien warriors wouldn’t survive.

The bar had certainly seen better days, the dilapidated siding a sad reminder of our broken world. At least the neon sign, albeit missing a few bulbs, was glowing brightly in the night sky. Not every city had been destroyed during the great human war fifty years before, but those that hadn’t been were inundated with Cenzans, working and living alongside our illustrious government leaders and the pretty and privileged people.

The Creepers promised to help humans rebuild, using their expert knowledge. I’d yet to see anything worthwhile.

Ginger moved beside Luci, retrieving the console unit she’d retrofitted in order to search for Cenzans. The aliens had a higher body temperature, allowing a much more vivid color on a heat scanner that human lifeforms or animals. The device had come in handy on more than one occasion. “There are a few around, at least four inside the bar, more on the outskirts. We need to be careful.”

I flanked her side, taking a deep whiff. “I can smell their stench from here.” Careful wasn’t in my vocabulary, but I understood her meaning. Knowledge of our group had reached some Cenzan radar. Word on the proverbial street was that we were being hunted. Fuck that.

“I’m hungry to take out a few tonight,” Luci said, laughing as she allowed the steel of her switchblade to shimmer in the stream of moonlight.

“First, we drink. Then we kill, but only on my orders.” The women were excellent soldiers, trained by some of the best volunteers we had. Our numbers strong, the people well trained in various aspects of the military as well as science and engineering, we were a force to be reckoned with.

And there were more joining us every day.

“Good deal,” Ginger huffed, sliding the console onto her waistband.

As I walked inside, the disgusting odor of stale cigarettes and booze filtered into my nostrils. At least the place was clean, even festive given the circumstances. The long bar was brightly lit, various compserve units located in strategic locations along two walls, allowing every patron to hear more of the mindless bullshit regarding the new world.

Still, the location was safe enough.

The bartender wasn’t the only one who gave us more than a single onceover. Almost every other male in the joint did as well, human or otherwise. We sauntered through the crowd, ignoring the whistles and catcalls. I tapped my fingers on the bar, catching the eye of the scraggly looking man hovering behind the wooden slab in the shadows. Perhaps our reputation had proceeded us, although the realization there were no other women in the bar was disconcerting.

We were fresh meat.

“We don’t want any trouble,” he muttered as he walked closer.

“And you won’t get any unless you give me a reason to,” I retorted, eyeing his collection of liquor. At least the selection was decent.

I heard a dark chuckle coming from the end of the bar and snapped my head in the asshole’s direction. I wasn’t the kind of woman who gave any man a second look. I had my work and duties to fulfill and nothing else mattered. But this man was beautiful in every way, the kind a girl could fantasize about during a long, cold night. He also emitted a dangerous don’t-fuck-with-me aura that was almost as attractive as the man himself. I did appreciate a powerful brute, but only at standing distance. No man would ever dominate me.

My pussy clenched, my nipples tightening and for the love of God, even my mouth was bone dry.

The old expression was a tall drink of water. The blond was buff, his muscular arms stretching the limits of the tightly woven tee shirt. Even sitting in the shadows, I was able to see his angular jaw and chiseled features. What drew my eye the most was the colorful tattoo on his arm, sweeping under the material and sliding from his rounded collar along his powerful neck.

“Whatdya have?” the bartender asked.

“Tequila,” I ordered for all of us, unable to take my eyes off the hunk. I allowed my gaze to fall to his massive thighs for a few seconds, visions of one hard fuck sizzling the blood coursing through my veins.

I so hope you enjoyed!

Oh, don’t forget that my latest, ROUGHNECK is burning up the charts. I have a feeling you’ll love my rugged, dangerous, dirty cowboy/marine/roughneck. 

Kisses and spanks…

Piper

SYNOPSIS

He’s rough, he’s dirty, and he’s not going to be gentle.

When I took a job on an oil rig to escape my scheming stepfather’s efforts to set me up roughneck_fullwith one of his business cronies, I knew I’d be working with rugged men. What I didn’t expect is to find myself bent over a desk, my cheeks soaked with tears and my bare thighs wet for a very different reason, as my well-punished bottom is thoroughly used by a stern, infuriatingly sexy roughneck.

Even though I should have known better than to get sassy with a firm-handed cowboy, let alone a tough-as-nails former Marine, there’s no denying that learning the hard way was every bit as hot as it was shameful. But a sore, welted backside is just the start of his plans for me, and no matter how much I blush to admit it, I know I’m going to take everything he gives me and beg for more.

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Rogue – Part Man, Part Machine

I think my fabulous readers know I enjoy writing in several different genres. My latest release is no exception. I’ve had a fascination for Cyborg’s for years – perhaps because of a certain old movie starring Harrison Ford. Do you remember? This one is a bit dark, but a telling about how human nature makes a fight, even when the machine inside demands to take over – and kill…

I hope you enjoy a taste of this one on this fabulous Saturday!

ROGUE

SYNOPSIS

A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.

Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue rogue_fullmachine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…

He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.

No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.

EXCERPT

When her body stopped shaking, she finally opened her eyes, taking several seconds to realize what had just happened. Startled, she took a decided step backwards, forcing my hand from her dripping cunt.

I held my hand in front of my face, marveling at how the thick juice glistened in the light. “Is my release date the same?” I asked the question then drew my index finger across my lips. The taste of her was exquisite.

Sara watched me, dumbfounded, for at least a full minute before trying to look away. “Um. What?”

I suckled my fingers, one after the other, providing a guttural growl. “I asked. Is my release date the same?”

Blinking, she rubbed her hand through her mussed-up hair, licking the beads of sweat from her upper lip. Funny how her eyes never left my crotch. “Yes. Tomorrow. You’re being assigned to a very important person. You should be happy.” After placing the syringe on a nearby metal table, she lifted her arm, her fingers coming dangerously close to touching my stiffness. “I will miss you. Maybe…”

While I was still locked down on one side, I leaned up until our lips were almost touching. I could almost taste the lip gloss she’d strategically slathered on only seconds before coming inside the room. I knew she was able to gather a whiff of her juice on my breath.

I couldn’t give a shit which powerful man I would be fawning over like a mother to a baby chick. Everyone on Earth seemed to be afraid of the unknown, the most powerful with more enemies than any concept of friends. I was supposed to keep them safe. “Maybe?” Goosebumps prickled along every inch of her delicate skin and I had to control myself for fear I’d fuck her right here, with no care for the consequences.

“Maybe we could—”

Sara wasn’t able to finish her statement as a series of alarms went off, lights flashing everywhere. Seconds later several of the personnel raced down the hall, their heavy boots thudding against the cheap tile floor. I’d been here long enough to know exactly what this meant.

One of the reprobates had been captured.

Designated as the leading rehabilitation center on the East Coast, the majority of the poor and soon to be dead pieces of twisted metal were brought here.

And they’d never see the light of day again.

“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting back and forth across mine. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t pull away for at least a full minute. Her skirt was still crowded along her upper thighs. If I shifted, I would no doubt be able to gather a glimpse of her glistening pinkness. “I should go.”

“Yes. Another time, sweet Sara,” I said half under my breath and leaned back as if dismissing her. The sweet taste of her remained on my lips and tongue. The next woman I came into contact with, I’d ravage without any reservation. No amount of pleading would convince me to stop.

Adjusting her skirt, she nodded before heading toward the door, swinging open the massive steel and moving outside quickly. In her hurry, she’d left the visual display on as well as the sensors attached to my body. I’d unnerved the poor thing. I chuckled at the thought. I heard the slight click as the lock was firmly latched back into place.

Then I wasted no time in yanking my other arm free before easily removing the shackles on my legs and jumping off the cold table. Another group of facility workers raced by. I could see a level of fear on at least two of the doctor’s faces as well as befuddlement. They certainly hadn’t expected the guest today, a snare in their usual organized plans. I grabbed my shirt and walked closer to the massive observation window, adjusting my cock. Ten more minutes and I would have made her suck me off. It wasn’t long before two well-armed CRONs marched a cyborg unit encased in chains down the hallway. For the officers to use actual chains meant this particular cyborg had put up quite a fight.

I knew of the highly trained group of officers, men and women whose sole job description was locating and securing the reprobates. I studied the cybernetic organism with curiosity. He was dressed in casual attire but covered in blood. The cyborg had been active. The creature would be taken to the very bowels of the building to be deprogrammed, his manufactured brain stripped from him. There would be no more humans killed by his lethal hands. Score one for the Cyborg Rehabilitation Officers’ Network.

The cyborg sensed my presence, jerking the two officers to a dead stop. He snapped his head in my direction, a grin on his face. Only one of his eyeballs was intact, the other socket nothing but a maze of ravaged steel. His mouth was twisted but he still managed to laugh, as if he knew some deep, dark secret. There was something innately inhuman about the unit.

A zapping noise could be heard through the six-inch-thick glass, a reflective blue light encasing the cyborg’s battered body. He’d been tasered. Quite effective for the primitive style of cybernetic unit. As he slumped down, the male officer took more control, dragging the unit down the hallway. The female on the other hand stood where she was, her face pinched in anger as well as relief.

She drew my attention for some unknown reason. I was programmed to appreciate CRON capabilities, even helping them as necessary, but I had an instant dislike of what they stood for. No amount of reprogramming would change that fact.

They were, as far as I was concerned, my enemy.

My cock twitched again, my thoughts drifting to the same carnal needs as before.

She’d been roughed up, her luscious dark hair falling in strings around her face. Portions of her uniform had been shredded and the redness under one eye would no doubt turn to an ugly bruise by morning. She shook her head, spouting off something verbally in the direction of her disappearing partner before lifting her middle finger. A snarl formed on her face, obviously satisfied with her performance.

She was much different than the other females I’d come into contact with, the air of confidence, even arrogance quite frankly a huge turn-on. With one exception. I was shaken, trying to control my breathing. While she looked entirely different out of costume, I was almost completely certain she was the lovely woman I’d spanked the night before. Yes, she had to be the same girl.

I was thrown, knowing that coincidences didn’t often occur, at least in my world.

Her hands on her hips, she paced the floor, inching absently toward the reflective glass. Deep in thought, she almost brushed against the window.

After a few seconds, she sensed my presence, her body tensing. Then she tipped her head in my direction and we locked eyes. The electricity shooting through me was indescribable and not anything I’d experienced before, even during my travels the night before. Every inch of my skin was tingling, as if on fire. I wasn’t surprised by my reaction. We were connected in a manner few humans could ever understand.

I was able to gather the synergy exploding from every synapsis in her body. There was no scent at this distance, but I would gamble she reeked of pheromones. She had all the markings of an accomplished officer, high in the ranks, which meant she’d captured dozens of cyborgs during her tenure but to me, she was a woman in desperate need, longing for a dominant man on a permanent basis.

Her lower lip quivered and she was mesmerized at least for a few precious seconds. Sensations rocketed through me and my cock was once again throbbing, even more so than before. I knew by some instinct that she was important, but not in the ways that anyone could understand.

Fuck her. Use her.

The words were like sweet music. I was able to see the erectness of her nipples, pushing against her uniform. There was no denying her arousal.

She was supposed to be mine.

Vivid images of her swam into my mind, driving me to the point of questioning my sanity. I would take her, use her, and fuck every hole in a brutal fashion.

And she would love every minute of it, succumbing to me completely.

When she was yanked out of her mesmerized state by another member of the facility personnel, only then could I break the intense connection. My pulse raced and even my heart was skipping beats. What in the fuck was going on? She barked out a few words, waving them off and running her hand through her disheveled hair.

Continuing to be drawn to her, I palmed the glass, studying the dimly lit hallway and trying to control my breathing. The blue flashing lights meant the full security system was in play and everything was on lockdown. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of footsteps once again and tried to remain completely unfeeling.

Until she walked in close proximity, stopping short as she came within two feet of the glass. There was a glint of recognition in her eyes but laced with questions. The mask had done well to cover up my identity. Her chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were glassy. While I wasn’t able to read the minds of any human, my gut gathered her thoughts and her emotions. She had no idea why she was drawn to me, but the outline of her hard nipples was an excellent indicator of her needs. Shaking, she wavered until her partner moved in front of her.

Was there a hint of a dark stain between her legs?

Seconds later, they disappeared but not before we connected one last time. There was no denying what we’d shared. I glanced at the visual display, a dark chuckle escaping my lips given the erratic nature of my vitals. They were off the charts. Yanking the sensor units, I tossed them to the group, hissing at the entire concept. Counting to five, I took several deep breaths in a concentrated effort to calm my heart rate. A few seconds later, I felt much better, but the image of the CRON’s reflective eyes remained.

I was content at that moment, moving to the living area that I’d grown accustomed to, walking quickly to the small bar that had only been wheeled into my locked cage a month before.

Out of good behavior.

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Kisses and spanks

Piper

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