Stolen and Seduced

by Christine Pope

  She panted beneath him while he panted over her.

  Was he afraid to move?

  He carefully eased out and pushed back inside. The sting eased, followed by a need to feel him moving.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked hoarsely.

  “Only if you don’t go faster.”

  His fangs gleamed in the low light. “Like this?”

  He lifted her hips off the bed and after pulling out, plunged back inside. Again. Almost splintering her in two. He rode her so hard, her body was driven up the bed. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of him shoving and vibrating inside her.

  When he pulled out and left her wanting, she whimpered.

  Climbing off the bed, he tugged her across the surface and rolled her onto her belly with her legs hanging down the side.

  While his naanans latched onto her breasts and clit, he thrust her thighs far apart then centering himself and shoved inside. Lifting her lower body to meet his, he pummeled her slick folds over and over.

  She panted. Bit down on her knuckles. And released her shrieks into the blankets. All the while, her body tensed.

  She wound tighter until…she shattered, falling apart in a screaming mess.

  He groaned and shuddered and kept moving, driving her over the edge then back up that hill.

  A second orgasm blasted through her, her body tightening around his, squeezing and rocking his cock while it continued to vibrate and twitch.

  He half-collapsed, bracing himself over her. His fangs bit down on her shoulder, nearly breaking the skin.

  He was marking this moment.

  After easing out of her, he climbed onto the bed and tugged her up on top of his chest.

  Their slick flesh fused them together.

  “Was that the second level?” she asked, completely spent.

  His cock twitched beneath her then softly hummed.

  “That, my love,” he said. “Was your first taste of a matebond.”

  ~THE END~

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  If you enjoyed getting to know Gaje and Thea, you’re going to love meeting Axil and Julia. And guess what? Their story is completely FREE. To get your copy, sign up for my newsletter.

  AXIL

  En route to meeting her alien fiancé for the first time, Julia gets lost inside the lower corridors of the alien starship. When she slams into a grease-spattered alien and he grabs her, she does what any self-respecting Earth girl would do—she stabs him. He flings her over her his shoulder, hauls her to his room, and tosses her onto his bed. Then he kisses her.

  No puny Earth female should dare to assault him, yet this one challenges him at every turn. He wants her, and he’s used to taking whatever he wants. When she signals for him to kiss her, what’s a hot-blooded alien to do? He climbs over her and captures her mouth with his own.

  An Earth woman and an alien beast of a man collide on a starship bound for the planet, Crakair. Will the seven-foot tall, pissed off alien warrior release her or take her as his bride?

  VORK

  He’s cocky, seven-feet-tall, scaly, & green. She’s been burned in the past. Can an alien & human woman find true love together?

  Burned by an ex, the last thing Evie wants is a husband, especially a seven foot tall, scaled, green-skinned alien. But when she applies to the Extraterrestrial Matchmaking Service on a dare, she’s paired with Vork. He’s big and dangerous, and he hits all her buttons. Passion sparks between them, but does she dare trust this sexy alien with her heart?

  As a career spacefleet commander, the last thing Vork has time for is a mate. But after a mix-up, he’s matched with a human female. He decides he’ll produce a child with her, and then get back to his life in the stars. Until he touches Evie and a matebond flares on his palm.

  When a rival warlord challenges Vork and Evie is the prize, Vork will have to decide: Give Evie up or battle to the death to claim her as his bride.

  BRYK

  Will a hot-blooded, seven-foot-tall, scaly green alien meet his match in a feisty woman from Earth?

  After losing her husband, Sadie is afraid of getting her heart broken again. On a dare, she signs up for the Extraterrestrial Matchmaking Service, and she's paired with Bryk, a seven-foot-tall, scaled alien from a distant world. At their first touch, a gleaming symbol appears on her palm. Bryk tells her it's a matebond, and she's his destined mate. He makes her pulse sing, but does she dare take a chance with someone new?

  When Bryk applies for the Selection, he's matched with Sadie. At their first meet-up, his matebond ignites and now he'll do anything he can to show her they're meant to be together. But Sadie has been hurt in the past and is afraid to trust. Refusing to admit defeat, Bryk talks her into giving him seven days to convince her she wants to stay. Bryk will need to pull out every Crakairian trick he can think of to win her heart.

  Can two very different souls find love with each other on a planet far from Earth?

  JORG

  Can a scarred alien warrior & a human woman find love together on a planet far from Earth?

  When animal shelter assistant Lily is selected as a mail-order bride in the Extraterrestrial Matchmaking Program, she dreams of starting a new life with her computer-matched alien groom. But on the way to Crakair, she’s kidnapped and caged on one of the planet’s moons. Her future appears hopeless.

  A mercenary, Jorg’s a seven-foot-tall, scaled, green alien with scars on his face that make others flinch. After being abandoned and forced to raise himself, he’s learned not to expect much from others. He finds satisfaction in rescuing kids who have been stolen and returning them to their homes. But when he watches Lily’s introduction video, his matebond ignites. Maybe fate will give him a chance at love after all.

  Then Lily is taken by other aliens. With his blood rage igniting, Jorg’s determined to rescue her. But once he does, will she choose to stay with a wounded alien warrior or return to her safe life on Earth?

  Find your copies of the series here.

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  About Ava Ross

  Ava fell for men with unusual features when she first watched Star Wars, where alien creatures have gone mainstream. She lives in New England with her husband (who is sadly not an alien, though he’s still cute in his own way), her kids, and a few assorted pets.

  You can find her on Facebook and in her reader group, Alienistas, where she shares hints about upcoming releases, gives away books, and introduces her favorite alien authors.

  Find her on…

  Twitter: @AvaRossWrites

  Amazon

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  Books by Ava

  MAIL-ORDER BRIDES OF CRAKAIR

  AXIL (Axil & Julia), Book 0

  VORK (Vork & Evie), Book 1

  BRYK (Bryk & Sadie), Book 2

  JORG (Jorg & Lily), Book 3

  Find them here

  STOLEN & SEDUCED ANTHOLOGY

  GAJE (Gaje & Thea), Book 0.5,

  set in the Crakairian world

  Find it here.

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  Her Alien Kiss

  Tricia Schneider

  About Her Alien Kiss

  Aliens abduct Lena, the daughter of the President of the United Nations of Earth, to blackmail her father into giving them weapons to defeat the deadly warriors ravaging their home planet. Lena is trapped with another prisoner and together they plan a daring escape. But can the enemy of her enemy be her friend? Lena is forced to decide. Trust her father to send rescue or trust the alluring alien captive to help her escape. Can she make it back to Earth alive and with her heart intact?

  Chapter 1

  Lena awoke expecting to see the pale rose wallpaper of her bedroom, brightly lit with the shining sun through the lacy curtains of two large windows beside her bed. Instead of the soft mattress cushioning her, she rested on a long, hard metal bench. Her bedroom was nowhere to be found as she took in the sight of a grim, dungeon-like space around her. The walls were gray, but unlike any material she'd ever seen. It wasn't a flat surface. There were ridg
es and bumps curling around one another. She ran her finger along the wall beside the bench. Not quite rock, but not metal either. It felt rough to the touch and smooth in other spots, yet scaly like touching snakeskin.

  Lena shivered, her gaze moving along the wall to stop at the single door in the windowless room. On the ceiling nearly ten feet above her, a fixture pulsed light. The rest of the ceiling matched the walls in appearance.

  She was alone in the room.

  Sliding her feet to the floor, she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her vision swam. She closed her eyes, tightening her lips as nausea struck. Her head pounded.

  "What the hell happened?" Lena muttered as she brought a hand to her head. This felt like the worst hangover in history. Unfortunately, she didn't remember earning it. She leaned forward, blinking her eyes while gripping the metal bench as she focused on keeping the contents of her stomach intact. "Where am I?"

  The last thing she remembered was saying goodnight to her father, then heading to bed. She watched an episode of some new reality TV show, My Lover is an Alien, before finally falling to sleep. Maybe she was still asleep? This had to be some horrible nightmare induced by bad late-night television. One that felt very real to the touch.

  A scuffling noise came from the wall to her left. There was someone... or something... out there, beyond that wall.

  "Hello?" Lena's voice echoed eerily in the silence of the room. No one answered, but the scuffling noise stopped.

  She stood. When she was certain she could walk without barfing all over her bare feet, Lena made her way to the door. Although the door was made from the same metal as the bench, there was no handle. It was a smooth surface with a small rectangular space about head-high that served as a window. There were bars welded into the metal to block her from sticking her hand and arm through to get to the doorknob on the other side.

  It looked suspiciously like a prison door.

  "Hello? Is anyone out there?"

  The scuffling noise returned to the left of her. She peered through the bars of the door but saw nothing except a dark corridor made from the same material as the wall in the room. The noise didn't stop. She turned from the door to stare at the wall beside her, wondering if there was another room on the other side.

  That's when she noticed a large crack about waist-high, crudely carved into the wall as if someone had tried digging out of the room. It must have taken time to get through the layers of thick material. It was several inches deep. How long had that person tediously cut away the material of the wall?

  The knots in her stomach tightened.

  "Hello? Is someone there?"

  "Human?" A muffled voice asked from the darkness. The sound came from the crack in the wall. Lena moved closer, kneeling to peer through the hole. There was enough room for her hand, but she wasn't brave enough to test if her arm would fit. She caught sight of a figure moving in the dim glow of the lights but couldn't make out anything other than that.

  "Yes," Lena said in answer to the question. "Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?"

  "You are on a Skarn ship." The voice was deep and gravelly as if the speaker hadn't used his vocal cords in a long while. "How you got here, I do not know. I heard them bring you many arins ago."

  Arins. That wasn't Skarnish. What did that mean? Minutes? Hours? Days? Weeks?

  "Skarn?" Lena's throat tightened as she forced herself to speak. She needed as much information as she could get to determine what she faced. "You're sure?"

  The gravelly voice grunted. "Yes, human. I am sure."

  She bit her lip as she leaned her head against the wall. Her heart rate tripled at the thought of being aboard a Skarn ship, but worse was her not remembering how she got here. Had they abducted her? Stolen her out of her bedroom? With her father and security only a room away?

  More importantly… what were they going to do with her now that they had her?

  "Who are you? You don't sound Skarn. You speak English too well."

  "I have had many years to learn the language of your people, along with the Skarn. Too many years." His deep voice was heavily accented. He put emphasis on the R's and the T's. Sounds the Skarns had difficulty pronouncing in English.

  "Are you a prisoner?"

  "Indeed, I am, human. As are you."

  Lena nodded, closing her eyes to fight the tears that threatened. Crying wouldn't help. She only hoped that her father was negotiating her release at this very moment. The terms of which would probably be far too great for him or Earth to contend with.

  That's why the Skarn wanted her, wasn't it? They were little more than terrorists in space. They'd been a plague to her planet for several years, although the last few months had been relatively quiet.

  "Human? Are you still ivid?"

  Again, not Skarnish. There were other alien species that humans encountered since they'd begun interstellar space travel more than a decade ago. He might be from a planet unknown to them, too.

  "Where are you from?" Lena tilted her head toward the hole, wishing she could see the person she spoke to. He sounded male, but with some aliens, she couldn’t tell. If she could see him, she might better recognize his species.

  "I’m from a long way from here, human. It has been several neesha since I've seen my home. I call it home no longer. No one there would recognize me now."

  "You've been a prisoner for that long?" Lena heard his weary grunt of agreement and her heart went out to him. "I'm sorry."

  There wasn't anything else she could say. The Skarn were typically scavengers, but they attacked in times of desperation. That was one reason the leaders of Earth had attempted to negotiate with them for an alliance against the deadly Rhan. The Rhan were a barbaric race of aliens that had followed the Skarn throughout the galaxy. Although their ships hadn't yet reached Earth's proximity, they were on the way. Earth had hoped to gain an ally with the Skarn, but they were too cowardly a race to commit to a fight against such a deadly enemy. Of course, that didn't stop them from wanting Earth's weapons to use for themselves.

  "What's your name?"

  "I was once called a name too long and difficult for your tongue to pronounce. I can barely remember it."

  "Try me."

  "Rexicanacus... blah, blah, blah." Okay, he didn't say all the blahs, but he was right. Lena couldn't understand the lengthy and complicated name or even how to pronounce it.

  "Uh..." Lena grimaced. "How 'bout I call you Rex? Will that be okay?"

  "Rex I will be to you, human."

  "You can call me Lena, Rex. That's my name. Lena MacDonald."

  "Lena." She shivered at the gravelly voice speaking her name for the first time. The way he spoke it, almost tenderly, made it sound as if she'd given him a magnificent gift. Maybe his race didn't share names so openly. She'd heard the Oranians only shared their names with those closest to them, such as family members and friends. For others, they addressed them with suitable titles of societal rank. Maybe he was Oranian?

  "I don't suppose you know of a way out of here. Do you, Rex?"

  "No, human." She heard a thump as if Rex might have been leaning against the wall by the hole, then slid down to settle on the floor. "Sadly, I do not."

  "Have you ever tried?"

  "Many attempts have been made. By me and by others. I am too weak to try again."

  "Other… prisoners?"

  "Yes."

  "Where are they? In other chambers?"

  Another weary sigh. "The only escape from this ship is through death, human. The others have already learned of this."

  A cold wash of fear shivered over her. She glanced again at the room she was in, wondering who had been here before her. They were dead. How had they died?

  She shook her head, knowing she couldn't focus on that. She needed to keep her mind on track. Don't get distracted by fear or she'd never escape.

  "We're going to get out of here, Rex." She raised her voice to emphasize her words and her belief behind them. "Some way. I don't
know how, yet. But we'll get out of here."

  "Brave words, human."

  She felt anything but brave.

  A noise from the door distracted her. Someone was coming. Quickly, Lena glanced around the room, searching for anything she could use to defend herself, but she had nothing. She didn't even have pockets since she was still wearing the long, over-sized t-shirt nightie she wore for bed. She didn't even have her fluffy unicorn slippers. When the Skarn abducted her, she wished they'd considered getting her a change of clothes or even footwear. She wasn’t even wearing socks.

  She backed away as the door swung open, revealing a Skarn warrior holding a long, cylindrical object in his hand that she assumed was a weapon of some type. Her father would know. She was more interested in the languages of the alien species their planet encountered, not their weapons.

  "Glock mere," the warrior said, which Lena translated to come with me. He waved the weapon at her, frowning with his large, thick, protruding brows. With their grayish skin tone, the saggy jowls, bald heads and pointed ears, the Skarn always reminded Lena of gargoyle men. Well, without the wings.

  "All right, all right," Lena said swiftly, as the warrior waved the weapon a second time. She raised her hands, showing she was defenseless. That didn't stop the two warriors behind him from grabbing her arms on each side and hauling her down the corridor at such speed she couldn't keep up. Her feet dangled as they dragged her down one corridor and then another. She tried to keep track, but at some point, one of them threw a cloth over her head. After that, she couldn't tell which direction they went.