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While on a clandestine visit to Earth, Prince Edem
of Alpha and his bondmate Mallet by chance meet a humble cook who intrigues
them. The impulsive prince feels a brief fling with an exotic human female sounds
like the perfect way to conclude their travels, while his more pragmatic
bondmate urges caution.
Despite all the reasons to avoid her, the Alphans seek
her out, intrigued by her prickly pride and defiant disposition. For her part,
Corrine is intimidated by these imposing and mysterious alien men, but finds
herself overwhelmed by their determined courtship.
Edem and Mallet convince themselves their deepening
feelings for Corrine do not have to include bonding, since such a commitment is
forbidden by the King and subjects of Alpha, determined to keep the bloodline
pure. But when danger threatens, the three are forced to choose between having
the galaxy at their feet or losing each other forever.
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They made her shake. She’d thought
it was first with anger, then fear, but as Mal eased his mouth against hers
while Edem circled his fingers down her back, she knew she was shaking with
lust. How had she gotten here? She’d been so insulted by the gift she’d rushed
to them thoughtlessly and had somehow admitted to them she was frightened of
sex, but now was barely able to keep on her feet for the heat blooming in her
pussy.
Someone’s hands were pulling at
the hem of her shirt, and she drew away from Mal to glance down and discover
Edem had insinuated his fingertips underneath the material and was now rubbing
along her bare waist. Her skin tingled. Mal reached for her buttons and had the
front of her shirt open before she realized what was happening. When the cool
air reached her nearly exposed breasts, she automatically reached to bring the
edges back together, her breath rushing in and out with a mix of desire and
caution.
“Let us see and touch. Just here,”
Edem said softly as he caressed her lower back. Mal stared at her, his eyes
darkening as he gave a slight nod. It was stupid to even consider it, but she
seemed to be doing lots of stupid things lately. This could be the test. She
could say no and hope they would stop. Would they let her control this? She
didn’t want to say no yet, though. She sucked in a breath and urged her stiff
fingers to cooperate as she released her grip on the shirt. She was wearing a
bra, so she could say no when then tried to remove that final layer and expose
her.
Edem let out a sigh and tugged at
her sleeves, her blouse falling from her shoulders. She couldn’t stop her
shiver as the cool air trickled across her back and stomach. Mal tightened his
grip on her waist, and with a start she realized he had a sizeable erection and
it was pressed into her belly. Normally, she’d shy away, but somehow knowing
how aroused he was pleased her rather than made her anxious.
Mal trailed his fingers along her
collarbones. “You’re lovely.”
“So delicate,” Edem chimed in, and
she glanced at him, wondering what he thought of her faded, repaired bra. He
was a powerful man on his planet and was probably used to women who were
perfumed, groomed, and attired in beautiful chiffons and laces. She failed on
all counts.
Sliding his hand along her side,
Edem cupped one of her breasts, pushing her flesh slightly up. Her nipple
contracted in a painful nub, and she inhaled deeply. He ran his thumb over the
sensitized bit of flesh, and the material of her bra bit into her.
Mal dipped his head her way, long
strands of his dark hair trailing along her bare shoulders. He pressed a kiss
to the top swell of the breast Edem was holding, and she shook at the sensation
of both of them caressing her in synchronicity. She clenched her hands in
confusion. She wanted to touch them but wasn’t sure how. She’d always been
confused and tense with the few men she’d been with, which had undoubtedly
contributed to her discomfort with the act.
Soft lips nibbled at her neck, and
she leaned away from him, not to avoid the touch as she should, but to allow
him more room. The ticklish sensations crept over her nerves, and she
compulsively reached up to clutch at Edem’s head, her fingers sinking into his
surprisingly silky hair. He bit her throat gently in response, and a surprised
moan burst from her. Before she could think further, Mal had fastened his mouth
over her nipple and pressed his teeth to the sensitized flesh. Her whole body
jolted uncontrollably, and she cried out, unable to hold back the sound of
surprise and excitement.
“It would be better without this,”
Edem whispered in her ear as he ran his fingers under the shoulder strap of her
bra. Mal rumbled against her breast, and she reached her other hand out to
trace into his hair, careful to avoid those curving horns. “May I?”
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