Prince Devnar of Jensia is goaded into raiding the wrong space ship, springing a trap that captures him for use as a Royal pleasure slave, a Concubine, on Kyrimia. He vows to do everything he can to escape and keep from forming a psychic bond with his captors that would render him absolutely and totally in love. This proves difficult to do when the female Breaker assigned to turn him into a Concubine, Melania, is the epitome of his perfect woman.
Melania has been raised and trained to help reluctant and abused Novices to break through their personal blocks and attain the ultimate prize of becoming a Concubine. When she is given Devnar to train, she finds herself in danger of doing the forbidden and falling in love with her Novice. This angry, scarred, and utterly seductive male tests her self-control like no other.
Devnar and Melania find themselves at the heart of a galaxy wide political battle that will test a love that they must not acknowledge, and cannot live without, to its very limits.
In this excerpt Devnar is having his first battle of wills with Melania...and failing miserably.
“You are mine to play with,” Melania whispered against Devnar's chest, her lips trailing over his skin. “I will give you pleasure like you never imagined. All I ask in return is your complete obedience. Let yourself go; let me make the decisions. The only thing I want you to do is feel.”
He clenched his hands into fists and jerked at the magnetic restraints holding him to the wall before he gave her a glare that had reduced grown men to tears. Instead of being scared, she licked her lower lip in a gesture that left it soft and wet. Just like he imagined her pussy was, trapped beneath her leathers.
He turned his head to the side; he refused to give her the satisfaction of watching what her touch did to him. It felt damned good. He never would have anticipated those small hunks of metal in his nipples could bring him so much pleasure. “I belong to no one.”
The soft breath of her laughter moved to the sensitive skin on the side of his ribs. “You’re mine until I say otherwise.” She punctuated her words with a sharp tug on his nipple.
“Bitch,” he whispered. Her leather-clad hips brushed his erection, and he shook with the need to press into her.
“I can taste your desire,” she said in her husky voice. “It’s like candy on my tongue.”
Her mouth latched on to his nipple, playing with the ring and breaking his self-control. Even as he thrust against her, he cursed himself for his weakness. The tip of her clever tongue soothed his aching flesh, and he strained against his bonds.
She pulled back, and he instantly missed her lips on him. “Look at me.”
Spice and musk radiated from her now. She was so ready for him. He bet the crotch of her leather suit was soaked with her juices. It really irritated him that on the outside, she could appear so calm and poised. Deliberately he turned his head away from her and stared at the floral arrangement at the other side of the room.
Laughter greeted his defiance and angered him further. With a husky purr, she closed her hand around his cock and gave it a hard squeeze. “Look at me.”
He somehow managed to keep his head turned even as his erection thrust into her palm. Soft as silk, her skin brought all the nerves in his prick to life. Slowly she stroked him in silence until his sac drew tight and his body slammed into her small fist. Goddess, he wanted to bend her over and fuck her in the worst way.
Her hand moved away, leaving him straining against the air as his cock ached for release.
“Look at me.”
The deep throb in his balls tormented him almost as much as her scent. “No.”
“Devnar,” she murmured and pressed her body fully against his. “I’m not doing this to torment you. I’m doing this to free you of yourself.”
“You’re doing this because it excites you,” he spat out and turned to look at her as she jumped back from him. “You said you can taste my desire? Well, I can smell your hot cunt from across the room.”
She gaped at him, a faint blush staining her pale cheeks. It was the first real expression he had ever seen from her.
“That’s right. I can smell how much you want me.” He rolled his hips, and her gaze darted to his cock before flashing back up to his face.
“I must have spilled some of the aphrodisiac.” She squared her shoulders and tried to regain her footing.
Satisfaction quirked his lips into a smile as she attempted to lie to herself. The other trainers hadn’t hidden their arousal from him, but then again, they hadn’t been breakers. He had no idea why the thought of being aroused by him embarrassed her, but he would try to exploit what he perceived to be a weakness. She certainly hadn’t been self-conscious when she’d suckled his nipples and made his prick want to explode.
“I’m looking at you,” he taunted. “Why don’t you come over here and finish what you started.” Her nostrils flared, and he laughed. “Imagine how good I would taste if you could actually make me come.”
This broke her indecision, and she grabbed his aching cock hard in her fist. “You will come when I say you will.”
Not responding to her threat, he rocked his erection in and out of her fist. This was going so wrong so fast, but he was helpless to stop. She remained frozen before him, watching his cock shuttle through her slender fingers, unable to fully grip his girth. So beautiful. He wanted to bury his hands in that amazing long hair and come all over her face.
She took a deep breath and loosened her grip so only the barest friction was there. He growled deep in his throat and ordered, “Finish me.”
“Beg for it,” she replied and held his gaze.
“Fuck you,” he said and then groaned as her touch turned featherlight. He followed her hand as she removed it from his aching cock and slowly licked her palm. The shocking pink of her tongue had him sucking in his breath. When her slick palm stroked him, he threw his head back and tried to pull the magnets holding his wrists out of the wall. Faster now, she played with his prick with a deft touch that left him panting and sweating. Even the pleasure slaves they had used on him hadn’t known how to work his body like this little female did.
She’d bring him to the edge, then pull back and leave him one good jerk away from coming. His balls really did ache now, and he wanted nothing more than to empty himself all over her. To mark her with his scent and make her his. That thought should have alarmed him, but he was past caring. All his attention focused on the female and what she was doing to his body.
“Suck me, and I’ll beg.” There, it wasn’t quite begging. In fact he was making her do something. Yeah, right.
Her breath came out in a soft rush. “Beg me.”
He couldn’t give in, he couldn’t let her—those thoughts shattered as her other incredibly soft hand stroked his sac. “Please.”
“Not good enough.”
Gritting his teeth, he shook a drop of sweat out of his eye. His whole body gleamed with a mixture of sweat and oil as his cock throbbed in pain. “Please, Melania. Please make me come. Let me empty myself down that pretty throat.”
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