Handcuffed by Her Hero (38 page)

SURRENDERING
TO HER SERGEANT

Available
in Fall 2013

Corporal Ethan
Archer has just earned his sergeant's stripes, and a trip to the fun and sun of
LA is just the celebration that the guys on his Special Forces team have deemed
the perfect celebration. Ethan has ulterior motives for agreeing so readily to
the vacation. He can't forget a magical hour in a North Cascades forest last
winter, shared with an indigo-eyed goddess named Ava Chestain…who now calls LA
her home.

Ava is a
makeup artist for Bella Lanza, star of the wildly-successful nighttime drama
Dress
Blues
. When Ethan and his buddies finagle a visit to the set, his reunion
with Ava melts the months away—but their time is cut short by Bella, who’s
determined to rekindle her own naughty past with Ethan. His efforts to push
Bella off are thwarted when the unit is called to secretly cut their vacation
short in the name of assisting the CIA on a harrowing plot to destroy the West
Coast. Part of the plan? A week-long fashion shoot that requires Ethan to “draw
fire” for the team in Bella’s greedy arms.

Ava is torn
between her commitment to keep Ethan’s secrets and her desire to make him hot,
in every way she possibly can. Exploring their connection as Dominant and
submissive only deepens their connection and reaffirms her desire for the
soldier who swept her off her feet six months ago in a forest hideaway. But
now, seeing Bella make moves on Ethan during the shoot, she wonders if she’s
the right one to kneel for Ethan forever…

When a
terrifying turn of events escalates the terrorists’ plan into full reality, Ethan
must make decisions that will either kill or save them all--and his plan
includes the necessity of Ava's trust. Is their love deep enough to hold such a
commitment? Can Ava place her very life in Ethan's hands, surrendering to his
command with what could be her last breath?

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MASTERS OF MY DESIRE

THE DOMS OF GENESIS
, BOOK 2

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Excerpt

“Hold
me like that, pet. No more stroking. Your hot mouth is the most motivation I
can take right now. I don’t want to embarrass myself this soon. Keep me wrapped
tight with your fingers, okay?”

I
grunted my affirmation, feeding inch after glorious inch of his turgid cock
into my mouth. The texture of his velvet steel, his masculine scent, and the
veins alive and quickening upon my tongue slashed all modesty. The feel of
their cocks called to some inborn, primordial feminine craving, compelling me
to sate.

“Yes,
kitten. Suck him deep. Convince him how fiercely you want to please him,” Dylan
encouraged. He disengaged my hand from his shaft and I emitted a whimper of
dismay over Nick’s cock.

“Fuck,”
Nick hissed, then gripped my hair and shuttled a frenzied tempo before he
pulled from my mouth with a feral roar. 

“On
the bed, kitten. It’s time to brand you as ours,” Dylan directed.

Brand
me?
Fear thundered through my veins. Glancing around the room, I searched for
whatever nefarious tool they intended to use. Surely they weren’t planning to
carve my flesh with a branding iron or knife…were they?  I swallowed then
skimmed a scared glance between them.

“You’re
going to do what?”

“Brand
you, little one, with our come. Mark your breasts, your belly. Your flesh with
our seed.” Nick explained, his eyes glazed in desire as he jerked his cock with
vicious strokes. “We’re going to claim your power as we brand your mind, heart,
body and soul.”

My…heart?
No.
They could have my mind and body all they wanted, but I’d never give
them my heart or my soul. This was a training exercise, not a love connection.
If I allowed them to crawl inside my heart, I’d never survive the death outside
this magical cocoon. They could only take what I was willing to give. As long
as I shrouded my heart, everything would be fine.

With
a timid nod, I forced a smile then rose from the floor and climbed onto the
bed. They joined me atop the mattress. Nick knelt on my left and Dylan assumed
the same position on my right. I stared up at their rugged bodies proffering
myself like a sacrificial virgin. 

Nick
gazed down at me, command and power flashed in his eyes. Hunger etched his
face.

“Who
do you belong to?” Dylan asked. Their fists blurred, pumping up and down their
angry shafts.

“You,
Sirs,” I whispered, unable to look away from their forearms bunching and
flexing with their punishing strokes.

“What
is your purpose, pet?” Nick pressed. His rich voice was thick with lust.

“To
please, Sirs.”

“Very
nice,” he moaned, sweat glistening upon his impeccable body.

“Spread
your legs. Use your fingers and open your pussy for us, sweet slut,” Dylan
demanded.

Slut
. It was such a
filthy word, but Dylan’s tone held such idyllic passion, it slashed away all
vulgar implications. I’d never felt so aroused. So debased. So calm. So
submissive.

No
longer coaxing, they meted control with deliberate precision. Stretching my
thighs wide, I spread my saturated folds open, watching as their eyes flared
and bore into my pink parted flesh. Inspecting my wet slit, Nick’s eyes
narrowed in concentration as their labored breathing filled the room.

Clear
fluid dripped from their bulbous tips glazing my breasts and stomach. This
torturous precursor filled me with anticipation. Watching as they bludgeoned
their weeping cocks, anticipating of their hot come splatting over my flesh,
was maddening. Aching to feel claimed…owned, even for the briefest moment in my
life, was piercing. Spreading my labia wider, I toyed with my clit. It was
hard, in distress, and ready.

 “Beg
for us to claim you, sweet slut,” Dylan choked as sweat beaded his forehead. A
grimace of lust distorted his features. Power. Demand. Control. He wore each
expression like a fine tailored suit.

My
tunnel contracted and my heart soared at the sublime splendor of it all.

“Please,
Masters. Please mark me. Make me yours,” I moaned on a ragged whimper.

“Oursss,”
Nick cried as streams of thick, hot nectar erupted from his shaft, spewing over
my nipples, my throat, painting my chin.

Almost
simultaneously, Dylan’s eruption followed. He cried out as silky, warm seed
splattered lower, glazing my stomach and breasts with his sultry offering.
Ropes of creamy come spurted from their cocks, bathing me in their fiery brand
of possession.

Tears
stung my eyes and a whispered mantra of, “Yes, yes, yes,” spilled from my lips.
The magnitude of the moment blindsided me as sobs tore from my throat. Nothing
could have prepared me for the onslaught that fused my heart, body and soul.
This
is submission
.

The
last of their vestiges dripped over my skin. I dragged my fingers through their
hot seed then drew the slick offering to my lips. Collecting their creamy
treasure, I sucked on their fingers and filled my belly with their silky
imprint.

Nick
climbed from the bed and returned with a towel. With reverent tenderness he wiped
me dry, yet couldn’t erase the indelible mark branded to my soul.

In
perfect synchronicity they eased beside me, a glaring testament to the number
of times they’d dispensed this exact bounty on other women. Before childish
jealousy could stab me too deep, Nick wrapped me in his arms, curled me onto my
side and held me tight against his chest. Dylan pressed his warm body against
my back. Encapsulated in their steely bodies, I felt small and slashed open in
ways I couldn’t begin to articulate. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears spilled
from my eyes

“I
don’t know why I’m crying,” I whined. And I didn’t. Unable to compartmentalize
or reconcile the barrage of feeling that ripped through me, I felt as fragile
as bone china.  Something amazing and far beyond my comprehension had been
unlocked inside me. I felt vulnerable, raw, and strangely at peace, which did
nothing to stop the avalanche of emotions crashing down on me.

 “It’s
okay, kitten?”

“It’s
not okay. I don’t know. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I stop crying?” I
sobbed, wishing I could sort the myriad of indescribable feelings pinging
through me. But I was powerless. “Thank you for giving me this. I know it
sounds stupid, but I never would’ve had this experience if it weren’t for you
both. Thank you. I’m sorry…God, I sound so pathetic,” I choked as the tears
continued surge.

“What’s
happening is perfectly normal. Tell us what you’re feeling and we’ll help you
through it,” Dylan soothed as his wide hand trailed up and down my hip.

“I
don’t know how to describe it. I don’t have words that encompass all these
feelings. They’re too big and it’s all so foreign.” I sniffed.

Their
understanding of what I struggled to comprehend…it was like a safety blanket.
They eased me down from my emotional high with tender words and indulgent
caresses. Before long, I’d regained my composure and settled down, nestled
between their rugged bodies.

My
thoughts swirled as I tried to dissect and analyze each emotion. As my mind
wandered down a convoluted labyrinth, tendrils of fear took root in the pit of
my stomach. How was I supposed to go back to my uneventful life after
experiencing such wonderment? The void was sure to be staggering. Tempering the
surge of panic even as it clawed to break free, I focused on the rhythmic pattern
of their breathing, concentrated on the soothing cadence of their fingertips,
and put a lid on thoughts of the future.

You’re
here now. Bask in every sensation while you can.

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Excerpt

“Stop!”

Her
feet seemed frozen in place.

“Tiyionna.
Turn around.”

That
tone went right through her. Slade had to know what his voice did to women, and
he used it as a weapon. Damn him. It should have enraged her, but instead it
made her bloodstream melt.

Turning,
keeping her eyes on the floor, she felt him approach to stand right in front of
her. He took her arm in his right hand, pulling it up to look at the slight
injury as she winced at the contact. “Fuck,” Slade cursed then gripped her hip
with his left hand. Shock waves coursed through her from his touch. He turned,
guiding her, keeping her with him as they headed down the hall.

“S-Sir?
Where are you taking me?”

He
just growled low and kept walking. When they turned before descending the
stairs, she knew exactly where they were going. Why would he take her to his rooms?
Tiyionna dug in her heels, coming to a stop.

“Aww,
pet. You are in enough trouble. You don’t want to add to the punishment.”

“What?
Punishment for what? I didn’t do anything wrong!” While they stood side-by-side
on the stairs, she looked over at him, sure he’d lost his mind. “Besides, you
can’t punish me. I quit.”

The
quirk of his brow, joined with the smirk he gave her before pushing her forward
to continue down the stairs, sent shivers down her spine. Shit. Her mouth just
didn’t have a filter.
Her heart rate picked up and started thundering in her chest when he pulled a
thick key out of his pocket to unlock the door to his private dungeon. Slade
ushered her inside then closed and locked the door behind him.

“Strip
and present yourself, Tiyionna.”

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