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Her Mate's Secret Baby

KSA Publishing Consultants, Inc.erschienen am01.07.2020
Natalie Montgomery wants a new life. While she may be rich, her life is empty. Her parents were never around, too rich and important to be bothered with a child. And when they present her with a emotionless fiancé, she's done. As a volunteer for the Interstellar Bride Program, she is thrilled to arrive on the hot, desert planet of Trion, and in the arms of a seductive warrior who makes her body burn.
Roark of Trion is not eager for a mate. Danger and the constant threat of war dog his steps. But one look at his new bride, and his mind is changed. Natalie is everything he ever wanted in a woman...so soft, so passionate, so submissive to his every need. An attack on their outpost leaves Roark fighting for his life. For her protection, Natalie is transported back to Earth. Roark thinks she's dead. But she's very much alive and so is his newborn son. Natalie's anger and regret grows with each passing day her mate does not keep his promise to come for her. By the time he discovers his mistake, it may be too late to win back her heart.mehr
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KlappentextNatalie Montgomery wants a new life. While she may be rich, her life is empty. Her parents were never around, too rich and important to be bothered with a child. And when they present her with a emotionless fiancé, she's done. As a volunteer for the Interstellar Bride Program, she is thrilled to arrive on the hot, desert planet of Trion, and in the arms of a seductive warrior who makes her body burn.
Roark of Trion is not eager for a mate. Danger and the constant threat of war dog his steps. But one look at his new bride, and his mind is changed. Natalie is everything he ever wanted in a woman...so soft, so passionate, so submissive to his every need. An attack on their outpost leaves Roark fighting for his life. For her protection, Natalie is transported back to Earth. Roark thinks she's dead. But she's very much alive and so is his newborn son. Natalie's anger and regret grows with each passing day her mate does not keep his promise to come for her. By the time he discovers his mistake, it may be too late to win back her heart.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN6610000112746
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Erscheinungsjahr2020
Erscheinungsdatum01.07.2020
Seiten218 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Dateigrösse486
Artikel-Nr.4021435
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Genre9200

Inhalt/Kritik

Leseprobe





Chapter 1






Keep that stimsphere in your pussy, gara.

The voice was deep and commanding and I didn t know what a stimsphere was, nor what gara meant. I knew, though, that if I stopped clenching my inner walls around the heavy, solid object, it would fall to the soft rug beneath my bare feet. The round object was inside me, teasing me with what I really wanted⦠my mate s hard cock.

I closed my eyes, trying to keep the smooth object within. But I was too wet. Too hot. Too ready for my mate to claim me. I knew the ball would fall, and I d be punished. Again.

The thought made me moan with pleasure, even as a large, warm hand traced the length of my spine from the base of my neck, down over my curves to rest on my bare bottom. Prickly heat stung where I knew he d spanked me because I let the sphere fall once already. The pressure of it stretching me, filling me, was a carnal tease and my pussy ached for release, ached to tighten around his cock instead. Sweat dripped from my brow as I felt the sphere slip, sensed it at the entrance to my core. About to fall. Not again!

Shifting my hips, I tried to stop the inevitable even as the deep male voice behind me chuckled at my struggle.

Naughty mate, I see the stimsphere. Hold it inside that wet pussy, or I ll spank you again.

I⦠I can t. I was leaning over a small, padded table. I tugged on my arms but realized I was bound to it, ankles and wrists. A cushion was beneath my belly, and while comfortable, I realized I was positioned perfectly for him to do whatever he wanted. My ass was in the air, my bare pussy perfectly exposed for him to see. I could not hide from him.

My mate placed both large hands on my bottom, one on each side, and pulled them apart to inspect me. I d never been so exposed. So vulnerable.

I expected to feel shame, or embarrassment. But this woman s body reveled in his inspection, knew what would follow.

You are so wet for me. I understand why you re having trouble, gara. His deep voice was rough with his own desire. How I knew that, how I knew exactly how my mate sounded when he was about to lose control and give me what I wanted, I had no idea. But I did. He was close. I just needed to push him. Tempt him.

Shaking with need, I felt cold metal brush against one inner thigh, then the other and knew a heavy chain dangled beneath me, attached to the stimsphere, pulling it slowly, inexorably down.

I was too wet, too aroused, to keep it within. My muscles quivered with the effort to hold it in place, my clit pulsed with the ache and need. But I didn t want the stimsphere, I wanted him. Filling me. Stretching me open. Making me come. I opened up, loosened my hold on the sphere and it fell from me and onto the floor.

I gasped, feeling empty. Please, I need⦠more.

I didn t even recognize my voice. It was deep and raspy as if I d been screaming in pleasure. The way I felt, all aching need, I probably hadn t come, but cried out from desperation instead.

This man, my mate, whoever he was, knew how to push me. And I loved it.

He tsked me as I felt his palm stroke over my tender bottom.

This is more, gara. Any man could just fuck you, but I am your mate and I know what you need. You need my command, my authority over your body. Only then will you let go.

His hand came down on my bare bottom with a loud crack and I cried out in shock. I knew this wasn't real, that I d never been spanked before, but whatever this was, it hurt, but the pain quickly morphed into a fiery pleasure, merging with the already growing ball of hot, frantic need.

First you will beg, gara. You will lose control. You will forget everything but me. His hot breath fanned my neck just before he kissed me in the sweet spot right behind my ear. Only then will I fuck you.

Butâ¦

This is what you want? he breathed, as a finger swirled over my entrance.

Oh yes, that was exactly what I wanted. Just the gentlest swipe of that fingertip sent heat clear to my toes. My clit pulsed. More, I begged.

Pressing his body against mine, I felt every hot, hard inch of him along my back.

This? His finger slid inside me. Retreated. You re dripping for me.

Please. I clenched my eyes closed, every muscle in my body taut, ready to come like I d never before in my life.

I just needed a⦠little⦠bit⦠more. I needed him, hard and rough, pulling my hair and rutting into me like he d never stop. A wildness rose inside me I did not recognize. A desperate, broken cry rose from my throat, the animalistic groan a sound I did not recognize.

What do you want, gara? He filled me with two fingers and I bit my lip to keep myself from ordering him to fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper. If I tried to hurry his pace, he would leave me dripping and empty until I begged. Cried. Gave him everything.

You. Please.

His hand retreated and I was empty once again. Wind roared through the top of the tent-like structure and I smelled dry air and leather, almond oil and sand. And my mate. His scent was wild and musky, his unique flavor on my tongue, as if I d recently had his hard length in my mouth.

God, the thought made me burn. I wanted him. All of him. Everywhere.

I shook my head and sobbed, my hair a silky waterfall that shifted as it hung down over my face. I needed. There was no other word adequate to describe the state of my body. I needed.

Somewhere deep within, I knew this had been going on for quite some time. He d teased me, tormented me with pleasure. But I was beyond the breaking point, cracking open and ready to beg, plead, cry⦠anything, if he d just give me his hardâ¦

Is this what you want? he said and I felt the hot, round head of his cock align with my entrance.

Yes. The word exploded from me.

Do you accept my claim, gara? Do you accept my protection and my devotion?

What the hell was I supposed to say to that? There was only one word running like a chant through my mind, and this body I was in was only too eager to scream it.

Yes!

Footsteps. I heard footsteps coming from my right side. I turned my head to see a second pair of boots. Not my mate s. Someone else was hereâ¦

For the official records, have you ever been married, matched, or mated to another man?

His question slowed my thoughts, cooled my ardor slightly. What, exactly, was going on here? No.

Do you have any biological offspring?

Biological� No.

I tensed and tried to pull out of his hands as the booted stranger stepped closer. I could not see his face, but I knew he was here. Knew he could hear my pleas, my pleasure. And, from where he stood, could most likely see my open pussy.

I dropped my forehead to the table with a groan. God, why did that thought turn me on? Had I suddenly become some kind of freak? A pervert?

Before I could dwell on that thought, a gentle hand tangled in my hair at the base of my skull and tugged gently, lifting my head from the table. My back arched and my ass lifted toward his hard cock.

Good. I claim you as my mate. He thrust forward, filling me in one slow, steady stroke.

The stranger behind me spoke, his voice rough and deep, but easily distinguished from my mate s. I ll note the official records and alert the council.

Leave us, my mate ordered, holding himself still deep inside me.

But, you have not seeded her. Standard protocol dictates I witness-

Get out before I cut your cock from your body and shove it down your throat.

I shivered at my mate s rough order. The boots hurried away and I felt a grin spread across my face. My mate was strong. Fierce. Feared. He would not share me.

God, that fucking made me hot.

Riding the edge once more, I wiggled my hips, relieved when he pulled out, then pushed deep. Hard. His hand in my hair pulled my whole body back onto his thick cock. In. Out. Hard. Fast. Rough. Just the way I wanted it. The wet, carnal sounds of fucking filled the tent.

My mate released my hair and bent low, kissing me on the shoulder. His voice was ragged, his breath uneven as he spoke.

And now, mate, you will know what it means to be mine.

He moved his hand to where I could see a ring on his little finger. My pussy clenched in anticipation. I wondered why for half a second and he pressed the ring s insignia with his thumb.

Vibration exploded in both my nipples and my clit followed with a small shock, like a zinger of electric current.

A scream left my throat as I arched off the table, but my mate grabbed my hips and held me to him, thrusting deeply over and over until the only sound I heard was his body slamming into mine.

Holy shit, it was some kind of remote for⦠what? Some kind of space vibrator. But on my nipples and clit?

Over and over. My nipples sent fire to my core and I exploded, coming so hard I feared I would...


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