4 STARS: "The emotional connection between Knox and Parker leapt from the pages of A MENAGE MADE ON MADISON by Serena Akeroyd. Knox and Parker are happy but they are missing an integral part or person in their relationship--Knox's twin, Rafer. While Parker is human, Knox is not, and his culture requires their twin share at least in part, a mate. Knox has bucked tradition by choosing to mate with a single person instead of a twin and that is just one of the many ways he and his twin are different. Parker has had sixty years to accept that her future involves not only Knox but his twin. The only problem is that Rafer doesn't appear to want her as a mate. She could accept the loss but her body is battling against her mind. Knox is no longer enough for her and her body yearns for a connection with Rafer. I was impressed with Parker's handling of--for lack of a better word--her body's mutiny. She loves Knox and is happy with the life they have built through blood, sweat, and bigotry. She doesn't feel like she is enough for Rafer; otherwise he would have joined her and Knox. Without Rafer, Knox is half a man and will not have children of his own. So I was predisposed to dislike Rafer from the beginning. That was until I met him. Ms. Akeroyd did a wonderful job of showing that all was not as it seems. Rafer was fighting his needs and inclinations. By making a decision that was right for him at the time, he doomed his twin in ways he would only later understand. But Rafer had a core of honor that we were slowly exposed to even as he fought to find a place within the home that has been waiting for him. He is finally ready but his return brings danger to the two most important people to him. What does that danger force him to do? Will he have learned from his past mistakes? I loved seeing these characters fight to be together. They have issues that have simmered unspoken for many years. With Rafer's return to the fold, adjustments must be made. I loved that Ms. Akeroyd did not make it seamless even if the love was there. Knox had to learn to share even as he fought to forgive his twin for the choices he alone made. Rafer had to learn life outside of the military and find a place within a relationship that has had years to gel. And Parker has to accept the control mating aliens took from her even as she found herself falling in love all over again. This story is a wonderful read. It is full of sexy aliens, action and adventure, as well as emotion. Ms. Akeroyd shows us that a relationship takes time and effort. The chemistry was hot and believable and added to the story. This one is well worth the read! " -- Tangie, The Romance Reviews
His arms came up to embrace her, and she coughed as he nearly squeezed her to death, but she let him, knew that he needed this, needed to know she was alive and tucked close to him. “Reception is chaos,” he whispered. “Happened in Bar Azur. The bomb went off there.”
“We should go downstairs and help sort things out.”
Knox shook his head, and his silky hair brushed against her cheek like a feather tickling across the surface. “It’s too dangerous. I want you to stay up here.”
“Knox,” she chided. “I’m not going to stay up here when things are mad downstairs, not when I can help. I’m sure the danger has passed.”
“Won’t know yet. Not until the Garda have come and swept the area.”
For the first time, Rafer spoke. “I’ll have my team transfer here and do the sweep. It won’t take as long for them to get here, and the actual sweep itself will be quicker with the technology we have on hand.”
Before Knox could speak, Parker turned to him. “Could you get in touch with them, please, love? We need this under control as soon as possible.”
When Rafer’s feet silently slipped across the floor in search of his comm unit, Knox’s mouth trembled against her cheek. “I almost lost you.”
“You didn’t, baby. I was up here. Safe and sound. You know nothing destroys tritonite. Nothing. Not even a bomb could blast it.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t know where you were. You could have been in the bar. You might have been…”
She hushed him. “Knox, don’t be silly. I’m fine, you’re fine. Nothing happened to us. We’re safe, and you don’t have to worry about me. I’m all in one piece. But we need to go and sort all of this out. Think of the hotel, Knox. Think of what this will do for business if we don’t show a strong front.”
It was a horrible time to even think about business, but Knox was like a bloodhound. He needed to concentrate on a task when he was in a panic. It happened rarely, for she could count on one hand in all the time they’d been together when he’d lost his cool, but when it did, it was usually to do with her safety, and she could only snap him out of it when she gave him a task to focus on.
Her safety was the make or break of his control. Nothing else could make him lose all sense of time and propriety. And she knew that was because more than his wealth, more than his status and position in the Federation society, Parker was all he lived for.
It was the Shuzon way.
For the first time since Rafer had murmured those words, they resonated with her.
The depth of Knox’s love for her continually astounded Parker.
“How many were injured, Knox?” she whispered, trying to urge him back into control.
His lips were silk against her throat as he nuzzled closer to her. “Fifty. Mostly staff. Ten guests. No deaths. It wasn’t a small explosion, but it was set up in the bathroom of Bar Azur.”
“Shit, they’re close to the actual bar.”
He nodded. “Most of the injuries are from the exploded glass of the bottles on the shelves.” He swallowed. “You swear to Griljerrd you’re okay?”
“I swear, Knox. I wouldn’t lie to you. I didn’t even hear the bomb. Neither of us did or we’d have come downstairs to help out.”
He sucked in a shaky breath and pulled away from her. When he did, his nose wrinkled. “You stink of Rafer.”
“Hey, less of the stink. I spent a lot of time and effort getting her to smell like that.”
She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped, even though she tried to muffle it with her hand. “He really did,” she affirmed, grinning when Knox shook his head in disbelief.
He grunted, but she could see the amused twinkle in his eye when he asked, “Is your team coming, Rafer?”
“ETA six mins.”
Parker carefully disentangled herself from Knox’s arms. “Just enough time for me to have a shower.”
She knew it was an emergency and that she was needed downstairs, but there was no way she was dealing with the aftermath of a bomb coated in Rafer’s sperm.
No way, no how.
Shuddering at the thought, she raced through the particle shower, but even that had a hell of a time cleaning her up. She had to go through it twice before she was finally semen-free—now that wasn’t something she’d hear often—and she dressed in a jumpsuit.
Five mins later, she was ready to go. Knox and Rafer were waiting for her, and they had both changed into new sets of clothes. As one, they headed for the elevator and slowly descended to the first floor. When the doors opened, Parker realized Knox hadn’t been exaggerating. The reception desk was chaos.
She didn’t wait for either of them, just threw herself into the madness, knowing there was no point in trying to attempt to organize this. People would panic, and she just had to deal with them on a case-by-case basis.
As she stepped closer to the desk, she heard the sound of someone crying. Spinning around, she saw a little girl standing on the bridge, one hand gripping the rail while the other was rubbing against her cheek. She strode over to her and bent down. “I’m Parker, who are you?”
The little girl blinked in surprise at her direct question. “I’m not supposed to speak to strangers.”
The blue skin and the accent told her the girl was Shuzon, but the words themselves were a huge indicator. Only toddler Shuzons could be so polite while crying. “I’m not a stranger,” she countered. “This is my hotel. And you want to find your mommies and daddies, don’t you? And your sister?”
The girl’s bottom lip trembled. “I lost them.”
She bent down and reached for her hand. “I know, sweetie, but I can help you find them.”
In comparison to human males, he wasn’t handsome. But to her, he was. Had always been, and she didn’t really know why. Just like humans, he had two eyes and ears, one nose, and a mouth. His eyes were amethyst in color, Rafer’s were ruby red. Aside from that and their hair, they were identical, from the rugged jaw with the turquoise stubble, only this kind didn’t cause a rash, if anything, when it rubbed against her inner thighs or her cheek, it was like being caressed by a feather. His broad forehead had faint ridges at the temples, which were highly sensitive. If she nibbled one now, he’d be a goner. Hell, she might have to resort to that if he didn’t concede to her needs.
His hair was like the notte, only it was streaked with amethyst instead of stars, just as Rafer’s was streaked with ruby. Knox wore his long, to his shoulders. Rafer’s was military short. The streaks were almost invisible in the short bristles.
At an Earthling’s six-seven, they both towered over her. They possessed a similar structure to a human, but their muscles were larger, and their limbs were longer. Sleeping on Knox was like sleeping on a stone. Their muscles had no give to them whatsoever.
They had five fingers on each hand like humans, but six toes per foot. And each digit was super sensitive. If she nibbled his big toe, trailed her tongue down over the arch of his foot, he could come. She’d only done it a few times, not wanting to waste his hard-on, but the digits, along with the ridges at his temple, were the most sensitive parts of his body. Even his cocks weren’t as susceptible to touch.
Many Earthlings would probably wonder what the hell was wrong with her, being as attracted to Knox as she was, but there was something about him. Something that was just attuned to her. The minute she’d set eyes on him, even though that had happened under frightening circumstances, one glimpse and she’d seen her future.
Not that she was a clairvoyant or anything, but she’d seen him and known him for who he was going to be to her. Her everything. Just like it was supposed to be in his culture.
“Please,” she whispered on a breath, moistening her bottom lip with her tongue. Her lashes fluttered as he swallowed, the sound almost a gulp in the otherwise quiet room. Spotting his weakness, she pressed her hand to his jaw and went in for the kill, trailing her fingers up, over the sharp jut of his cheekbone and to the ridges at his temple. She gently caressed them, watching with relief as his eyes closed, then she bent at the waist and pressed her tongue to the firm bumps. They were diagonal, raised lines that scored the sides of his forehead, almost impossible to spot unless you were a few inches away from them, and when she licked in between the ridges, and he tensed, she knew she had him.
His eyes flashed open, the amethyst orbs deepening in color with his arousal. His lips parted, baring the pointed fangs common to his race, and a growl rumbled from him.
Then he moved.
And she didn’t stand a chance.
He grabbed her by the waist and spun her ‘round. His chair squeaked as he stood, and, with one hand, pushed her over the desk. With the other, he dragged up her skirt, then pulled down her panties when her ass was on display. He kicked her feet apart, just enough that her cunt lips parted, then quivered as they were embraced by the air.
She stood there, exposed for seconds, wondering if he’d changed his mind when he didn’t make another move to touch her, hoping to God he hadn’t, needing him so desperately she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this way before.
When his hands trailed down her inner thighs, scoring them with his nails, she shuddered and pressed her face into the desk. The scent of the Napalmi oil that coated the desk filled her nostrils, and several pens and ledgers dug into the soft curve of her belly, but she ignored them. She focused on her mate’s touch, needing to concentrate on him, to soak in every part of what was going to happen.
It would probably be another mens before he touched her again.
The thought was almost enough to make her weep, but before she could, his breath washed over her cunt, and she screamed as his lips dove onto her pussy and sucked. Unlike human lips, which had comparatively little muscle control, Shuzons were capable of moving their lips to surround any shape. Shuzon females didn’t possess clits, but Knox had soon discovered her pleasure bud and had also discovered how hard it made her scream when his lips suctioned down on the nub.
Her shrieks filled the room as he tugged and pulled, endlessly sucking down, engorging the nub with blood. When his fingers sank into her, she heard the squelching sounds, felt the wet heat as her juices coated her inner thighs. She began to cry, out of desperation now. Need battered her. Her orgasm was close yet so far. She thrashed on the desk, until finally he let go, but he didn’t let her fly over the edge, something that earned him an exhausted whimper. His Laesi silk shirt, and the Shuzon version of jeans, only made from hemp rather than cotton, rubbed against her naked lower half as he moved to his feet and covered her.
When his lips caressed the outer shell of her ear, she shuddered, and at his words, her pussy creamed that little bit harder.
“For teasing me,” he gritted out, his voice guttural, so deep and gruff it was like a hotline to her cunt. “You’ll take them both, Parker.”
A sob escaped her at his threat, and she scrabbled upright, but he grabbed her hands and tugged them overhead. Pinning her down to the table, he laughed. The sound was husky and sexy as hell. “You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.”
His fingers returned to her cunt. He covered them in her juices, plunging them deep only for them to disappear, and she knew he was lubing up his dicks with her own wetness.
She shuddered at the thought, then shuddered a little harder when the blunt head of his primary cock nudged her parted cunt lips.