Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas
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Claiming His Virgin by Grace Goodwin:
My marked mate, Helen from Earth, was everything I imagined but never expected to have. I knew from watching her that her laughter came easily and her eyes were a unique combination of green and gold I’d never seen before. I longed to have her look at me and know me. Know exactly who claimed her. Who mastered her body.
I longed to have those eyes focused on me not just in pleasure, but with love. Affection. Desire. But those were a fool’s dreams. Those thoughts did not belong to a scarred warrior like me.
Perhaps if I could seduce her, bring her enough pleasure, she would learn to tolerate my appearance. It was the best I could hope for, but that hope burned and twisted inside me like hot knives. Wanting her was painful, but it was an agony I refused to give up.
Dravven’s Submissive by Megan Michaels:
Sable’s shapely legs the length of them enhanced by the silky material of her leggings which hugged them tightly had Dravven’s hand aching to glide up their length, ending at the apex of her sex.
“Your penis is hard and clearly visible. Are you getting hard thinking about how awesome you are?” Sable’s mischievous grin had her eyes twinkling in a way that he found irritating and yet, fascinatingly beautiful.
“Princess, let me assure you, any fantasies I’m currently having involve your long legs wrapped around my hips with your naked body writhing under me while you scream in ecstasy.” Dravven shamelessly adjusted his hard-on, smirking back at his little minx.
Sable’s cheeks turned an adorable pink, and finally reaching the top of the stairs she roughly brushed by him, bumping his shoulder in the process before landing unceremoniously into a plush chair.
Firmly shutting the door and latch, Dravven stood with his hands on his hips looking at Sable, watching her squirm under his inspection.
“I’m not going to sleep with you—even if we are married.” Her lips thinned, and a tic became visible in her jaw as she clenched and unclenched her teeth.
Bending over, he held her chin between his fingers. “I don’t steal anything. You’ll voluntarily beg for my cock in your hot cunt, and it won’t take long. I’m patient and have no problem waiting, but if your scent is correct…and I’m sure it is…you’re dripping with need, Princess.”
It was okay. He’d wait. Sable would submit…in all things. Sooner rather than later.