by Opal Carew
Finally, he showed her mercy and let her pleasure subside.
“Oh God, Larson, I want to feel you inside me. Drive your huge cock into me. Hard and fast.”
He positioned himself at her opening. “Ready?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes. Do it now.”
He thrust forward, ramming her into the wall. The exquisite pleasure of his rod buried deep inside her shot her over the edge again. She began to climax. He pushed forward again, banging her into the wall as she wailed in pleasure. His semen shot into her as his cock drove deep inside. He leaned against her, holding her hard against the wall, crushing her breasts with each heavy breath he sucked in. His cock remained steel-hard inside her. He swirled his hips, spiraling his cock inside her, stimulating her vagina. She plummeted over the edge again.
“How many orgasms do you think you can have in a row?” he murmured against her ear.
She’d already had four, or was it five?
His cock slid in and out of her at a leisurely pace while his finger found her clit and vibrated over it.
“Oh yes.”
Again, a frenzied orgasm flamed through her.
Slowly, it subsided, and he claimed her lips.
“Let me down,” she murmured.
He released the bonds, and she eased him backwards, pushing him to the floor. It was incredible how his cock stayed hard even though he’d just ejaculated inside her. Not when he’d been with Crystal, though. Then it had taken Eva’s touch to bring him back to life. Now he stood erect without pause. She had that much control over him.
She climbed on top of him, longing for his pulsing cock inside her again, impaling herself on his erection. She moved up and down, taking his cock deep inside on each downward pulse.
“Eva, I can do something…different. I think you’ll find it quite exciting.”
“What is it?” she asked, still moving on him.
He curled his fingers around her face and drew her forward, then brushed his lips against hers.
“Do you trust me?” he murmured.
She paused and met his solemn gaze.
“Totally.”
He cupped both her cheeks and kissed her soundly. When their lips parted, joy danced in his eyes as his lips turned up in a broad smile.
“Okay, here goes.”
She felt his cock swell inside her, stretching her vagina, the head dragging on her sensitive tunnel as he drew out.
“Oh my God, that’s incredible.” She kissed him and urged him sideways.
They rolled, and he stared down at her.
“Now, take me.”
His cock grew a little more, stretching her.
“Oh yes.”
He pulsed forward, stimulating her sensitive, stretched flesh, and she moaned.
“Longer, baby. Can you make it longer?”
He did, and she wailed as another orgasm pulsed through her. He lay still, pushing deep inside her. His organ shortened and narrowed, then swelled and lengthened. Again and again he changed within her, extending her orgasm forever. Then he grew long and wide, and he started moving again.
“Oh… Yes…”
He pounded into her, deeper and harder than she’d ever felt a man before.
She screamed at the intensity of the pleasure rocketing through her.
Finally, she collapsed onto the floor, unable to handle any more, even though she was certain he could keep her in orgasm indefinitely.
Eva smiled.
“What about you? You haven’t come?”
“Yes, I did,” he responded.
“I mean this time.”
He kissed her. “It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Being with you is my greatest pleasure.”
She almost cried at his words. As she sucked in air, staring into his warm turquoise eyes, she realized this man truly loved her. How could she not have seen it before?
She rolled him under her, then kissed down his belly and swallowed him into her mouth. Too enthusiastic, she gagged, and his penis changed shape in her mouth, filling it comfortably like a large pacifier. She sucked him until he spilled his seed into her mouth.
She swallowed and smiled.
“I won’t allow my man to go unsatisfied.”
“Your man?” He smiled.
She snuggled into his arms. “That’s right. My man. And don’t you ever forget it.”
He stroked her hair back from her face.
“I love you, Eva.”
Warmth spread through her body as she gazed at him.
“And I love you.”
This man, she knew, truly was her soul-mate. Her tanash’ae.
He kissed her with a passion she’d never known before and would cherish for the rest of her life.
About the Author
Opal Carew writes erotic romance. She was named “Fresh Face of Erotic Fiction 2009” and her books have won the Award of Excellence and the Golden Leaf Award, and been finalists for the National Readers' Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Laurel Wreath Award, and Passionate Plume Award.
Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent fifteen years as a software analyst before turning to her passions as a writer. She lives in Canada with her husband, two sons and two cats.
To learn more about Opal, visit her website at www.OpalCarew.com, or contact her at [email protected].
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The King and I
Ever had one of those days?
The King and I
© 2011 Opal Carew
Celestial Soul-Mates, Book 1
Aria’s career fills the void that foster care left behind, and keeps her grounded in reality. But recently, steamy, erotic dreams make her think she’s working too hard.
A free trip to a luxury resort is just the ticket. Until she’s ushered to a “VIP party” and abducted by an alien who insists she’s his king’s soul-mate. Love at first sight, let alone sight unseen, is a myth. Her increasing attraction to the ship’s captain, though, is weak-in-the-knees real.
Captain Tai Gaman’s mission was simple. Kidnap Aria and deliver her to wed his twin brother, King Zander. It must be the sibling psychic link that’s fueling his own blinding desire for the Earth woman. As the ship approaches his planet and her sexual hunger reaches unbearable heights, it must be simple compassion that won’t allow him to let her suffer. One night leaves him stunned, facing an emotional choice. Claim her as his own, or fulfill his duty to the king.
After a lifetime believing love doesn’t exist, Aria finds her hands full with the love of two men. And considering the possibility there’s room in her heart for both…
Warning: This book is full of red-hot sex and smoking hot alien studs (and one studette), along with their human abductees who don’t mind getting it on with one or more partners. With or without an audience. Watching the heroine find love and the hero lose his heart may cause a strong desire to be beamed up.
Enjoy the following excerpt for The King and I:
“You.” The uniformed woman pointed at Aria. “Come with me.”
“We stay together,” Eva insisted as she stepped toward Aria protectively.
“No, actually you don’t,” the woman responded.
As the stranger grabbed Aria’s arm and dragged her to her feet, Terrien stepped in front of Eva, preventing her from rushing to Aria’s side. The uniformed woman led Aria to a door, which slid open as they approached. Aria glanced back to see her bewildered companions led out another door by Terrien and a couple of other uniformed men. Eva mouthed some words to Aria that she didn’t understand, then the door closed behind her.
“Where are you taking me?” Aria couldn’t hide the quaver in her voice.
“To meet the captain.” The woman’s heels clicked sharply on the floor as they marched along. “You should be honored.”
Maybe
she should be, but she wasn’t. In truth, she was frightened and confused.
Despite that, thoughts of her steamy, nighttime adventures stirred within her and a sexual buzz quivered through her entire body. A part of her hoped this captain was a tall, dark, sinister hunk who wanted to have his way with her. She trembled in anticipation.
Good God, where is my brain? This is real, not some sexual fantasy. Yet she felt heat flush through her, hotter and hotter, as they progressed.
They stopped in front of a door and her captor pushed a button beside it. A bleep sounded.
“Send her in, Casey,” a deep voice said.
The door slid open.
“You heard the captain. Go on in.”
Fear cooled her blood a little as Aria stepped through the doorway, peering ahead of her to see a sitting room but no captain. The door swooshed closed behind her. She stepped farther into the softly lit room, which looked like private quarters. A big, comfy-looking armchair and couch occupied most of the room. Not exactly how she’d pictured a spaceship.
“Welcome.” A rich baritone voice came from her left.
A tremor rippled along her spine. She spun around.
At six foot four and all muscle, he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. His dark, slightly wavy hair brushed his shoulders and his silver-gray eyes glittered like moonlight rippling on water. Her heartbeat accelerated at the sight of him. He would definitely be the star of any sexual fantasy. Her insides seemed to melt into a pool and her vagina tightened.
Good heavens, she had to get a grip on herself. This man had kidnapped her!
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I’m Captain Tai Gaman. And you are Aria Jenkins.” He pointed to a chair. “Sit.”
She perched on the edge of the chair, keeping a wary gaze on him. He strolled to the couch and settled onto it, his masculine aura filling the room.
“I’m sure you’d like to know why we’ve brought you here.”
“Yes, please.” With her hands folded in her lap, and her tight, prim words, she must look like a schoolgirl summoned to the principal’s office. She noticed her hands trembling, so she clasped them tighter.
“Relax. I’m not going to bite.” Warmth emanated from his smile.
Relax? Was he kidding?
She stared at him with wide eyes, waiting. He leaned forward slightly.
“There is a power in the universe that takes a hand in our lives—we call it nata’tai. It provides the means to keep us healthy, as individuals and as races. To stay healthy, a race must grow. It must embrace other cultures. It must open its gene pool to other races, otherwise it will stagnate. Physically, emotionally and culturally.”
A shiver raced down Aria’s spine. Had she and the others been brought here as breeding stock? Were they to provide genetic material to keep his race healthy? Nausea tightened her stomach into a quivering ball as she imagined herself chained to a bed, a trail of men lined up to impregnate the alien female.
She imagined him first in line, his mouth capturing hers in a passionate onslaught, his naked body compressing her breasts tightly against his chest. She felt her cheeks flush and she tried to drive the thoughts from her mind as she concentrated on his words.
“As a race matures, nata’tai gives its people the ability to sense their tanash’ae—what you would call their soul-mate—even over great distances. To ensure a mingling of races, nata’tai directs the spirits of tanash’ae—soul-mates—to be born in different races on different planets.”
“Are you trying to tell me that you’ve brought me here because you think I’m one of these tannashays?” She sucked in a breath. “Do you think that you and I…” Her finger flicked between them. “That we are…soul-mates?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Would that be a problem for you?”
No, a voice inside insisted, but she ignored it and sucked in a breath.
“Yes! Of course it would. I don’t even know you. I don’t intend to marry a man I don’t even know.”
He flashed a devil-may-care grin. “Who said anything about marriage?”
“Oh, I see.” A blush crept up her cheeks. “When you said soul-mate I assumed you meant, you know, love and marriage.”
This was all too much for her. The reality of the situation was finally sinking in. She didn’t even want to think about what he actually meant. That image of the chain and the bed swept through her brain again and not as an attractive fantasy this time. Her head sagged forward as tears pooled in her eyes.
“Aria, I’m sorry. I was teasing you. I’m not your tanash’ae.”
“Then why—?”
“Your tanash’ae is our king.”
Her head jerked up.
“I’m supposed to marry a king?”
“Does the thought appeal to you?”
“If I believed you, which I don’t, I would be honored, of course. It’s like a fairy tale, in a nightmarish sort of way, but I’m not going to marry some stranger on another planet, king or not. I don’t want to leave my family and friends behind.”
He leaned toward her, his silver gaze piercing her delicately maintained composure.
“Aria, you don’t have a family. You were separated from your mother at a very young age and she refuses contact with you.”
She felt as though he’d stabbed her heart. The pain of long, lonely years in an orphanage, then a group home and foster care, slammed through her.
Of course, anyone would understand why her newly widowed mother might decide to give up her young baby when she barely had the resources to care for her other four children. It had been the responsible thing to do, given the situation. Supposedly, she’d wanted Aria to have a better life than she could provide—but wasn’t being surrounded by brothers and sisters and a parent who loved her a much better choice than leaving her all alone in the world, rejected by the one person who should love her no matter what?
Logic dictated that her mother could not have truly loved her.
Aria stiffened her back against the debilitating pain, refusing to meet the man’s gaze.
“I don’t want to leave my world behind.”
He leaned toward her, his hands folded between his knees. “If he weren’t a king, you could have negotiated where you’d live. Our home world or yours. But in this case, nata’tai has given you no choice.”
No choice. Déjà vu or what? She knotted her fingers together and sighed heavily. “Will I be expected to have sex with this guy?”
He smiled, kindness lighting his eyes. “That’s usually what two bonded people do.”
She glared at him. “Why do you think I’d have sex with a strange man after being abducted?”
He smiled broadly. “You mean, you’d have sex with a strange man if we hadn’t abducted you?”
She stared at him blankly. She couldn’t believe it. This alien captain was teasing her.
Alien.
Oh God. Although he looked quite human, he was an alien. A man from another planet.
She felt trapped. Fear and pain built inside her as she realized this was really happening. This man—this alien—had kidnapped her and intended to drag her untold light-years from Earth. She was being torn from her home, again, regardless of what she wanted.
All the tension that had been building in her ever since she’d taken that strange elevator ride curled around her chest and tightened painfully. Dizziness overwhelmed her and breathing became difficult.
Everything went black.
Duty…or desire? It will take two men to answer that question…
Wicked Empress
© 2011 Anitra Lynn McLeod
The Onic Empire, Book 4
Bithia, newly crowned empress of Diola, indulges herself with as many men as it takes to satisfy her voracious passion. Now that it’s time to continue the family line, though, her advisors expect the unthinkable: for her to submit to one man from a sexually primitive planet.
Drahka disobeyed his tribe’s strict sexual rules once
. The shame still haunts him. He longs for a fresh start, but breaking one cardinal rule—a man gives, a woman takes—is not an option. His struggle to learn local customs is complicated by a mentor whose eyes hunger for the empress…and for him.
Viltori is exhausted. He’s tried to teach Drahka that there many ways to find pleasure, only to be met with anger, even violence. Touching the handsome primitive only sharpens his unbearable lust for Bithia, making him wonder if execution for failure wouldn’t be a blessing.
When Bithia witnesses the results of Viltori’s training, she realizes only these two men can fill her empty heart, inspiring her to take command of the throne at last. Except those who’ve held the reins thus far have a sinister reason for keeping Bithia—and her new consorts—in their place.
Warning: This erotic romantic fantasy contains a lusty empress, a primitive alpha male, a dedicated acolyte with domineering tendencies, copious amounts of hot m/m and m/f/m sex, secret torments, burning desires clashing with duty, and a little bit of meddling by future gods.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Wicked Empress:
Viltori settled into the softest chair he’d ever sat upon as he motioned for Drahka to sit across from him. For a long time they simply sat, using the furniture as a way to teach each other new words.
Even in the unfamiliar room, they fell to their usual form. Point, ask, explain and repeat. Immersed in learning, Drahka was oblivious to the fact that his robe, unlike his trousers, did not stay closed when he shifted about. Each time Drahka moved, he revealed more of his hairy calves, then his thighs. Each time he celebrated his understanding, Drahka lifted the crimson fabric up higher, getting ever closer to the juncture of his legs. After grasping a particularly difficult word, Drahka lifted his hands in triumph, which wrenched his robe apart, exposing his hips, cock and both legs.