The Cyber Seductions Box Set Books 1-3 (Sci-fi/Futuristic Romance)

by Hawk, Reagan

  Guards.

  And they had come in numbers he could not win against.

  Strength in Numbers by Reagan Hawk

  This book was previously published under the author name Mandy M. Roth

  Born into a life of sexual servitude and trained to please men, Sempia believes her fate is sealed—her virginity auctioned off to the highest bidder then life as a sex slave. She never dreamed her childhood sweetheart would resurface in her hour of need…or that he would be the winning bidder.

  Now a seasoned warrior, Eterin is nothing like the boy she remembers—he’s all man and wants to possess her at all costs. But much has changed in the years they’ve been apart. Eterin has a new man in his life—one who wants to share them both. Sempia finds herself at the mercy of two incredibly hot and horny intergalactic outlaws who are dangerously close to stealing her heart.

  Warning: Short story contains MMF/ MFM and light FFM (oh who are we kidding, just about everything and everyone joins in the fun) graphic language, ménage and more, kinky alien sex, extreme alpha males, and pretty much anything else you can think to toss in for sexy fun.

  Chapter One Excerpt

  The thunderous roars of the crowd shook the very ground she stood upon. So many had gathered to lay witness to the evening’s festivities, celebration of the coming of the equinox, that it was nearly impossible to get an accurate head count. Varying moons surrounding the planet held their themed tributes for the festival. The moon she was on was for one purpose and one purpose only—sex. All Sempia was sure of was that she was the starring act on this night. It was she, a prized virgin from a line of sex slaves, who was to be auctioned off to the right bidder. Her hymen would be broken by the winning bidder and her slave note would then belong to him as well.

  The entry of a sex slave onto the market and the taking of her virginity was a show many sought to see. They took great pleasure in watching the slave being serviced by many before vaginal insertion occurred by the man who would be her keeper. Much time and effort went into the preparation of the event and additional sex slaves were used to add bodies to the mix, increasing the show’s appeal. The extra slaves were ones who had reached a certain status among coliseum goers. In some odd way, they had become celebrities of sorts to many. She could only dream of achieving such a status.

  Long ago, she’d dreamed of a different life. One where she led a household of her own, greeting her bonded mate when he came in from a long day of labouring. A life where she would be thought of as more than property, but instead loved by one man—a man she’d selected already. He’d hardly been a man when she’d dreamed the impossible. He’d been a boy, barely older than her at the time. He too had been low-born, his options limited. They had been born to a life of servitude. And Sempia had wisely schooled herself to focus only on the future available to her, not the one she’d first dreamed of.

  She had vowed to make the best of this life forced upon her. It would take her many years of sexual serfdom in an arena setting to win over the crowds in such a way. The odds of the person who purchased her note allowing her to continue in such a venue were slim. Most sex slaves were purchased for personal use and to be used to service the needs of those close to the owner.

  Already the act, which would culminate with the taking of her virginity, was underway. She wasn’t involved in the beginning portions of it. The crowd-pleasing regulars were used to get the masses eager for more and on the edges of their seats. She had to admit, they did their duty well. From her vantage point, just off from the staging area, the crowd appeared very pleased. They seemed taken with one of the alien species brought in to spice things up. It was hard to blame them.

  Sempia tried to look away but couldn’t as the Mantovian alien stood before the women in the ring. He was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. He had a row of four cocks between his legs, lined up vertically. They seemed to have a life of their own. Each one moved in a different direction, like tentacles. There was no mistaking the mushroom-shaped head on each of them. The rest of the Mantovian’s body was a pale shade of blue, most likely having something to do with the fact he originated from planet Mantovia, which was almost entirely covered in crystal-blue water.

  She could barely make out the gills on the man’s neck even though she was well aware his species possessed them. He resembled a humanoid and apparently had close enough DNA to get him into the event, as all attending had to be screened for compatibility. Still, she wasn’t sure what he intended to do with four cocks.

  The women in the ring with him dropped to their knees as he cracked the whip he held over their head. The sound of it snapping in the air made Sempia jerk. She was next. It was her destiny to please others, to offer her body for their pleasures while her master collected a hefty sum for her efforts. She had been born into sexual servitude and was now of age to accept her destiny. A pang of regret lanced her chest, and for a fleeting moment her thoughts went to the boy she’d had feelings for as a child. The one she’d thought she’d make a different life with. A true family with. The reality of her situation did not permit her to linger on times of old long.

  The Mantovian held a woman’s head with his free hand while she slid her mouth over one of his cocks. The other cocks stroked her face and she brought her hands up to grasp two more.

  Another woman entered the ring, adding yet another female to the already overflowing mix in the ring, and the crowd went wild with cheers. She wore a sheer white tunic and kept her head bent as she neared the Mantovian. He struck out with his whip and slashed the tunic from her but left her skin unmarred. The crowd gasped.

  He motioned for her to come to him. She obeyed, dropping next to the other woman and taking one of his cocks into her mouth.

  The women stayed in that position, sucking and humming slightly as the Mantovian tipped his head back and cried out. Blue cum jetted forth from two of his exposed cocks, and it was easy to see the women’s throats convulsing as they drank down his offering.

  The Mantovian snapped his whip again and the women pulled back. He dropped to the ground and lay on his back. He whispered something only the women could hear and they immediately straddled him, one in front of the other. As they sank down onto his cocks, Sempia noticed that a shaft went in each of their pussies and their asses.

  Her cunt began to drip. The urge was great to feel what it was like to be filled completely. Her breath hitched as she traced a line down the front of her tunic. As her nipples peaked, she fought the urge to reach down and pleasure herself. Her time was soon to come. She too would know what it was like to be taken. It was a moment she had waited many years for.

  The show continued, with the women riding the Mantovian. The crowd watched, as enraptured as Sempia. Her gaze flickered over the crowd long enough to see several had taken to pleasing the person next to them. Some handled their own needs while others simply stared at the show.

  A large, muscular man with a tawny sheen to him walked out into the ring. The man stepped over the Mantovian, wiggling his bare ass towards the first girl riding the Mantovian, and stared down at the alien.

  For a moment, Sempia could scarcely believe her eyes as the man sank down to a seated position on the alien and then leaned forward, putting his cock in the Mantovian’s face. The alien opened his mouth and took the man deep. The woman closest to the man inched upward and began licking the man’s ass, he in turn fucked the alien’s mouth.

  Someone touched Sempia’s shoulder, causing her to jump slightly.

  “Go,” a deep voice said. The very sound of it made her wet pussy weep. She shuddered as she moved forward, the owner of the voice keeping his hand locked on her shoulder.

  Trading Teon (The Beast Masters) by Reagan Hawk

  The Beast Masters Series, Book 1

  Garon and Lorne, shapeshifting males of the Ralenium race, are fierce guns for hire in the universe. When a cargo ship transporting women charged with crimes by the Galactic Star Union arrives on their planet, the men make the trader
s an offer they can’t refuse. Planet Ralen is sorely lacking in women, and the males have an inborn desire to dominate, to tame females and to reproduce. When their inner beasts’ clocks start ticking and the burning need to spread their seed consumes them, they go on the hunt for the perfect female. Too bad both men want the same woman.

  Teon, a lady with a place in high society, thought life as she knew it was over when she was wrongfully charged with a crime by her stepmother. A prisoner en route to a barren planet to serve her sentence, she’s presented with an opportunity to start over again on the planet Ralen. The catch is she has to be willing to be claimed by two males. Not just any males mind you, two burning hunks who are ready to fight to the death if need be to share her bed.

  Chapter One Excerpt

  Garon of Ralen neared the outer quadrant’s guard tower. The path to it was well-worn, unlike some of the other paths on Ralen. Regardless of how used the path was, the forests of Ralen were known to be fast-growing. The huge, deep blue of the leaves of the talium tree were starting to turn yellow on the ends, a sign of the season change coming upon them. Soon the area would see temperature drops. And soon enough the primal heat would be upon many of the men.

  Garon reached the tower and ascended the staircase. He entered to check in on the guards stationed there. They’d reported a craft on radar, and since no crafts were scheduled for arrival it had raised a red flag. Ralen wasn’t a planet offworlders dared to arrive at without proper protocol. The Ralen warriors were known to blow things out of the sky first and ask questions later. They were a proud, fierce race. A race known throughout the galaxy.

  He leaned over one of the males to survey the screen and grunted as he spotted the shape of the vessel nearing their orbit. Cursed stars. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with today.

  Lorne, a seasoned warrior and trusted friend, entered the guard tower. “I heard we have visitors. Any news on who or what they are?”

  Garon tapped the screen. “Looks to be a salvage ship.”

  “Or traders,” said Lorne, disgust evident.

  None of the men were too keen on the salvagers but traders weren’t much higher on the like scale. Both were basically pirates of the skies and tended to deal in goods that were too hot to touch. Since Ralen boasted a planet of fierce warriors, they were often left untouched by the Galactic Guards—free to do as they pleased.

  “Sir,” one of the men seated at his station said. “Should I alert the planet-to-air defense team?”

  It was on the tip of Garon’s tongue to say yes, but he held back. He glanced to Lorne. “It’s been too many moon cycles since we last had a shipment of women. Think it could be some?”

  Lorne worried his jaw and then tipped his head, his long, blond hair falling over one shoulder. “Perhaps. We could allow the vessel to land and see.”

  Garon nodded in agreement. He touched the man’s shoulder at the station. “Open the landing platform two.” He looked to Lorne. “It would be wise if an armed team greeted the vessel.”

  “Of course,” replied Lorne. “Jaston and his men are on duty now. I’ll send them.”

  “Perfect. Tell them we’ll meet them there.”

  Garon, Lorne said, using the mind path common to their kind. If women are aboard…

  I know. I will see to it any price is paid.

  With that Lorne pivoted and left the tower. Garon remained long enough to watch the slow descent of the vessel upon the screen before him. From its sluggish movements and shape he was fast beginning to suspect it was Voxenites, a race of opportunistic bottom feeders who did whatever they had to in order to turn a profit. They’d taken to human trafficking hundreds of years ago and little had been done to stop them. Truth was, planets such as Ralen depended upon them.

  Ralenium males far outnumbered females, and nothing the men did lured women willingly to their planet. They were simply too far out on the edges of the quadrants to offer any appeal. They weren’t proud of the fact. It was what it was.

  “Sir?” the man at the station asked. “Is it traders? With women?”

  There was no mistaking the note of hope in his voice. Galen patted the younger warrior’s shoulder. “Let us hope. Stay and man the station. Should it be traders with women, a summons shall be sent forth.”

  The other guards shared a look with the young one. Garon knew hopes would be high and he hated to dash them. The men needed something to look forward to.

  He left the tower and made his way down the path in the direction of the landing bays. The outer force field was in the process of retracting. Its opening would be timed perfectly with the vessel’s landing.

  While they had technologies, some of the finest in the galaxy, they preferred to do many things the way their ancestors of old did. They did not use any type of craft for surface travel on their planet. They preferred to use their shifted beast forms or that of domesticated animals. It was kinder to their planet.

  They’d seen too many planets fall victim to their own advancements to want to see the beauty of Ralen snuffed out.

  He spotted Lorne with Jaston and the team of Ralenium men all armed and surrounding the landing pad. They stayed back a safe distance, already knowing what would come next.

  There was a flash of red light, and then a popping noise signaling the main control tower was now in control of the vessel’s power and its system. There was no chance the vessel could fire upon them this way and zero chance it could leave without permission.

  Lorne motioned to Garon and then pointed to the vessel’s side symbol.

  As Garon suspected—Voxenites.

  If they came bearing anything other than women, they would find the men ready to hang them by their scaly, webbed feet. None of the Ralenium men thought much of the Voxenites. They were a means to an end. Nothing more.

  The ship sputtered to a stop, its engines cutting out with a loud groan. Garon sighed. If the ship refused to start back up, there was no way the traders would be welcome to stay until it was fixed.

  Garon moved with a quickened pace in the direction of Jaston and the other on-duty guard team. Jaston nodded and then hurried into the main control center.

  If their suspicions proved true and the ship carried women, then it was a joyous day. If not, then the security team needed to be prepared. One never knew what one might encounter this far on the edges of the galaxy. Often the area was looked upon as lawless. Often it was.

  Garon left the landing bays and entered the main control center and found Jaston near the monitor booth. The relays from the outer towers were no doubt reaching the main control center. Jaston glanced up and made eye contact with Lorne.

  “Does Garon have orders?”

  Lorne took a deep breath. “He does. Be prepared with your men and ready to greet our visitors.”

  “Of course,” answered Jaston, his expression knowing. He relayed the message to one of the men closest to him and then covered the distance between him and Lorne. Jaston lowered his voice. “Traders with females?”

  “Garon thinks perhaps it might be.”

  Jaston’s jaw set. He nodded and stepped away.

  Lorne knew the warrior would show no signs of hope. He knew Jaston was too seasoned to ever let on to his true feelings. All the men were desperate for more women to arrive. This wasn’t news. It was fact. None would risk getting their hopes up. Not yet.

  The Savage King (Lords of the Var) by Michelle M. Pillow

  Futuristic Romance

  A girl with a mission…

  Agent Ulyssa Payne is on a mission. It's her job to make sure the Medical Mafia leader doesn't leave the planet of Qurilixen. But, when her target is killed by his own daughter, her mission is over. Now, she stuck on a barbarian planet for three months until the Agency comes to get her.

  Getting kidnapped by King Attor, she's left in the Var harem to await his return. But, when the King dies in battle and doesn't come for her, she's stuck dealing with his son, the new savage King of the Var. This is one complica
tion Ulyssa didn't need.

  A royal complication…

  The Var Princes were raised by a hard man who put no stock in love-especially love with one woman. Bred to never take a life mate, these men will do everything in their power to live up to the dead King Attor's expectations and never fall in love.

  Kirill is a man who must do his duty, only he didn't expect to do it so soon. When his father dies, he knows it's his destiny to be King. What he didn't expect is the troublesome mistress that's now his to deal with.

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