Sci Spanks (2 page)

“Obstinate. Outspoken. Sometimes rude. Definitely not biddable. If you’re looking for an obedient little woman who will have sex with you and breed perfect little alien babies, then you’ve got the wrong girl.”

“Or I’ve finally found the right one.”

Those words snapped her mouth shut and widened her eyes.

“I see that surprises you. There is a reason I rejected all the others. I have no need of a female who will bend to my every whim. I have enough of that already in my life. What do I want with another? But a female with spirit and fire?” He took a step forward, and she automatically took one back. “A woman who thinks to challenge me? One who foolishly defies me? That,” his voice lowered, “that pleases me greatly.” He reached for her.

She evaded his grasping hand. “Don’t touch me.”

“Who says you have a choice?”

Chin angled, she said, “I demand a choice.”

“And I demand obedience.”

“Which we’ve already ascertained you will not get.”

“Then I shall enjoy teaching you to listen.”

Before she could say, “Good luck with that,” he lunged, and this time she wasn’t quick enough to evade capture.

Strong arms, corded with muscle, banded around her, snaring her and drawing her to an impressively broad chest.

“Will you submit?”

She thought the kick to his shin an eloquent answer. Unfortunately, it didn’t have the desired effect. He chuckled, the low sound again affecting her and sending shivers rippling over her skin.

Lifting her as if she weighed nothing, he carted her off to a corner of the room where he seated himself on a low couch. But she wasn’t accorded the same comfort.

Despite her squealed, “What are you doing?” he tilted her and manhandled her frame until she lay draped over his thighs. Hair fell into her eyes and mouth, and as Tika used her free hands to clear the stubborn strands, the fabric covering her legs was whisked out of the way, or so she surmised by the air that suddenly kissed her bare skin. And she meant bare.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked as she struggled to escape her ignoble position.

“Teaching you who is master.”

Whack.

The first slap on her cheek made her squeak, not in pain but outrage. He dared spank her?

Smack.

The second stroke stung, especially so soon after the first. “Stop!”

“Will you obey?”

“Never,” she growled. Since her feeble attempts to escape failed, she resorted to a childish method and sank her teeth into the only body part at hand, his thigh.

He didn’t even flinch, but he did pepper her buttocks with a flurry of slaps, each one stinging more and more, leaving her cheeks hot and throbbing. She might have sobbed if she had the breath, but gasping in between the smacks, all she could do was utter a mewling sound of distress.

“Will you call me master?”

She shook her head. Pain or not, she wasn’t about to submit to this man.

She expected him to react in anger. To increase the strength and speed of his blows. Instead, he changed tactics. Slap. Stroke.

What was this? Had he just slid his fingers between her thighs? He did it again, a light touch of his fingertips against her nether lips. She stiffened at the invasion, but her body betrayed her. A quiver shot through her.

He rubbed her hot cheeks. She shuddered and then shuddered again as he once more slid his fingers against her private spot, spreading her folds, this time to dip a digit. Moisture rushed to greet him.

“I see your body is starting to recognize her master.”

She shook her head in denial. No man is my master.

He pinched her clit, and she bucked, a jolt of pleasure lancing through her. In dipped his finger again, a gentle seesaw that her treacherous flesh clung to and encouraged.

“Call me master.”

“No.”

Whack. Stroke. Caress. Moan. Oh say that didn’t come from me.

It had, to her shame. But she couldn’t stem her arousal or pleasure, not when he was an expert at what he did.

Over and over, he asked, then slapped, then caressed, until finally she could bear it no more.

“Call me master.”

She shook her head, and this time he grew more aggressive, thrusting a finger into her virgin sex while at the same time stroking her clitoris. She couldn’t stop herself from enjoying his caresses. Couldn’t halt the approaching climax, an act she’d experienced in the past only at her own hands.

He stopped.

She sobbed, on the edge, needing release so fervently.

“Say it.”

Fine. If that’s what it takes to stop this torture. No one was here. No one would know. She whispered it. “Master.” In thrust his fingers, thrusting and pumping while, at the same time, he applied pressure to her nub.

The orgasm was incredible. But her capitulation didn’t end it. Oh no. As it turned out, it was just the beginning. Tika, against all odds, was chosen.

Author Bio

Hello, my name is Eve Langlais and I am an International Bestselling author who loves to write hot romance, usually with werewolves, cyborgs or aliens .

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By

Anne Ferrer Odom

A lurch in his gut and an odd squelch sucked Ellory back to 1863 and the time machine’s transport chamber.

He should have landed on the leather bench, intentionally well-padded for sudden returns. But the bench yipped and squirmed beneath him, and he pitched forward into the dash.

“The devil take you, Manuel, why are you here?” Ellory turned to face the wolf, but with Manuel scrabbling to give him room, he wound up on his arse in the half-meter between the bench and the controls. One foot jutted out the door, and the other jammed up under the dash, shoving his knee into his face. He’d planned for a lot of things during construction, but fitting a man of over six feet beneath the dash wasn’t one.

Now hold on...
Ellory squinted through the chamber’s window at the machine’s steam tubes curling toward the ceiling like so many tentacles. Steam belched from all but one. Manuel butted Ellory’s knee, but Ellory only nudged him back and wiggled for a better view.
If I could just
—

Fire seared through Ellory’s upper arm, as his injured shoulder scraped against the bench. Manuel lurched toward him, and Ellory coughed violently as he inhaled a mouthful of black wolf hair. “Be—”
hack, cough
“—still!”

Manuel ignored him, grabbing Ellory’s wrist in his mouth. He kept his teeth gentle, and tugged Ellory’s arm onto the seat. Ellory hissed again, and Manuel whined. Blood soaked the shoulder of Ellory’s torn shirt.

“It’s not bad, love,” Ellory reassured his mate. “The bullet just winged me. Hurts like bloody hell, though.”

Manuel growled and licked the blood from Ellory’s dark skin to better see the wound.

“I told you. Just a nasty scratch.”

Manuel chuffed and nuzzled him. Ellory reached up with his good arm and buried his fingers in Manuel’s fur.
So soft
.
If only it wasn’t shedding in all my mechanical bits.

“I love you, too. I’m glad you took the earlier airship home from Mexica. Still, you know you shouldn’t be in
here as a wolf.” A
lready, Manuel’s fur covered the seat and filled the crevices around the knobs and levers
. An unsettling wheeze escaped the automated bellows.
Bollocks.
“Go on. Get out.”

Manuel sighed against Ellory’s neck, the warm tingle softening his frustration. The wolf squirmed round to the door, putting a paw in Ellory’s groin and whacking him in the face with his tail. Ellory pulled his knees to his chest in self-defense, accidentally jabbing one into Manuel’s underbelly and banging the other on the dash.
Fantastic. I was in sore need of an additional injury.

Manuel sprang from the chamber, dropping ten feet to the workshop floor. Ellory grappled the bench and dash to get himself upright on the seat. Not being part-wolf himself, he’d be using the ladder. Ellory glanced down at his bleeding arm and winced.
Best get to it.
Waiting won’t stop the pain.

He moved to the doorway, and sucked in a breath to see Manuel, human, barefoot, and barechested, at the ladder’s base. The aether lamps drew out every curve and shadow of his lean body. He winked at Ellory and held out his arms. “Jump.”

“Not a chance.”

“You can fall or you can jump.” Manuel grinned and rattled the ladder until Ellory stumbled.

He caught himself and made to protest, irked at the order. But he’d missed the arms of his mate while Manuel visited his homeland. He jumped. Manuel caught him ’round the waist, avoiding his wounded shoulder, and pulled him close. Ellory slid down the naked planes of muscle, and rested his arms around Manuel’s neck. “I missed you, Manuel.”

Manuel kissed him then, softly at first. A kiss that asked,
Still mine?
He’d been gone three weeks, and they counted only eight months to their relationship.

Ellory took the gentle kiss further, teasing Manuel’s lips with his tongue, taking a small nip at the bottom.
Yes. Let me in.

Manuel growled approval, and the kiss turned hard—hungry. Ellory groaned as Manuel walked him backward into the time machine’s warm metal housing. Nudging Manuel’s head aside, Ellory scraped his teeth down his mate’s neck, taking a firm bite where it met the shoulder. Manuel grunted and rocked into him. When their cocks touched, Ellory came up for air, his vision blurred.

All the buttons on his waistcoat gave way at once, and Manuel shoved it down Ellory’s shoulders. Pain lanced through Ellory’s arm. “Wait!” Manuel backed off, brow furrowed. “My shoulder.”

The wolfman released a breath and gave a short nod. He gently peeled the waistcoat off, followed by Ellory’s shirt. As he inspected the wound, his shaggy hair, black like his wolf, skimmed Ellory’s chest. “You will tell me how this happened.”

And just that fast, irritation crawled up Ellory’s neck. “Ask, please, Manuel. Don’t order. We’ve talked about this.”

Manuel looked up, his eyes alight with mischief. Just like every other time they’d had this conversation. “Semantics. Tell me.”

“Not semantics. I’m tired of this, Manuel. I’m not one of your pack—”

Manuel snapped up and barked a laugh. “The hell you’re not. What do you think it means to be my mate?”

“I’m not one of your pack
to be ordered about.
I am your partner. Therefore your equal.”

Manuel’s mouth quirked. “Won’t you
please
tell me what happened?”

A victory of a sort
. “You know I’ve only been able to jump to White’s Gentlemen’s Club 100 years ago, regardless the machine’s programming. Well, it’s still not working. I wound up there again this morning.”

“Ha. You should christen it the
White’s in 1763 Machine
and be done with it. Does that make four times you’ve popped into the midst of their tea and brandy? Those shameless white playboys don’t want our kind in their club
now
, much less then.”

“Our kind? Would that be black?” Ellory pointed at himself. “Mexican?” He pointed at Manuel. “
Confirmed bachelors
?” He gestured between the two of them. “Werewolf?” He tapped Manuel’s warm chest.

“Yes.”

Ellory sighed. Manuel had the truth of it. “Well, they were waiting for me this time, with pistols. I expect they’d placed bets on who could lay me out first.”

“I envy the purse of whomever wagered you’d get away.” Manuel’s easy smile faltered. “I’ve been more than patient, Ellory. I can’t let you risk yourself further for this…” He gestured at the machine, squatting like a giant brass octopus in the workshop’s center “This… monstrosity.”

“Won’t
let
me?” Ellory’s neck flashed hot with anger. “You don’t get to
let
me do anything.”

Manuel pushed his hair back. “The wolf doesn’t like challenge, Ell.”

Ellory’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t swallow.
Too far?
Too late.
He’d waited too long to set these boundaries. “You control the wolf, Manuel. I won’t seek your permission for my work. And I expect my rules to be followed. I
will
work on this machine.
You
will obey me and stay out of it in your wolf form. The last thing I need is precise instruments clogged with fur.”

Manuel rolled his shoulders back. “I obey no one.”

“You’ll obey me.” Ellory held his breath.

Manuel stood still as a waiting hunter. When he dropped his arms and stepped forward, it took all Ellory’s willpower to hold his ground. Manuel only pressed him back into the time machine again. A touch of imp grace his smile before he ran his nose lightly along the underside of Ellory’s jaw. The air burned between them.

“Listen to me, Ellory. The thing smells like you inside. Copper. Brass. Oil.” He licked at Ellory’s neck. “Sweat. That shaving soap your sister gave you last Christmas. The leather of your smock. Iron from your tools you’ve used.” He pulled back, raising his rich brown eyes to Ellory’s. “Months of you working in there, filling it with everything you are. You know I can savor those scents more deeply when I’m wolf.”

“Beautiful words.” Ellory rested his hands at Manuel’s ribs. “I, too, use your scent for comfort when you’re away. Fresh wet grass after rain, a hint of forest, and something deeper. Something dark and shadowed. Do you know where I curl up to indulge in those scents when I’m alone?”

Manuel pressed his brow to Ellory’s. “The woods?”