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In Guardian Seductress, Alex Ryan is shocked when a raving madwoman, Genesis, shows up on his doorstep and tells him that he's descended from the Innana, an ancient race of people who subsist on the sexual energy they siphon from humans. But one of the Innana's own broke the sacred covenant twenty-eight years ago when she gave birth to the cambion, Alex Ryan. Now, time is running out. A power struggle is afoot in Emsharra, and a major shift is about to occur. The insurgent doesn't want any loose ends threatening her rise to power—mainly the only other blood kin of the current Quna: Alex Ryan and his treasonous guardian, Genesis.
In Predator's Salvation, LaMia Enlil has found the perfect means for revenge in Mateo Diaz, a carrier of the rarest human energy, spirit-boost, and the only remaining blood-relative of the two males from whom LaMia once sampled the much sought-after kundalini. Someone else, however, has a mean score to settle with LaMia and will not stop until she destroys everything the Inanna cares about, starting with her latest pet: Mateo Diaz.
In Sentinel's Hunger, Michael Constantine has dedicated his life to finding answers and exacting revenge on the "other-worldy being" whose sexual assault on his mother is responsible for his conception twenty-five years prior. Meanwhile, duty-bound and loyal Xevera Nanay must come to terms with her own heritage of betrayal and treachery when a rare sentinel illness initiates a dangerous and primordial hunger in her that must be fed by a human. When the two meet, will Michael be able to survive the sentinel's hunger?
A Siren Erotic Romance
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Genesis lost patience with manually removing her clothes, instead used enchantment to make her pants and boots disappear. She went to him on the sofa in just a pair of burgundy lace thongs.
Alex sat on the edge of the sofa as she approached. She paused, standing astride one of his legs before she bent and planted a knee against his erection. He moaned, pulled her closer and ran a palm from her crotch up to her plump breasts, pinching each hardened nipple in turn before he lowered his face to her center and took a deep breath. "You smell like sex," he whispered before burying his face in her satin-covered folds.
She pushed him back, the thong mysteriously disappearing as had her clothes before it. "Eat me, Alex. I want to feel your tongue in my cunt." She thrust her hips at his face.
He groaned and drew his arms around her, cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her flush against his mouth to do her bidding.
The first touch of his tongue sent heat spiraling down from her chest to gather in her pussy in a pool of liquid fire. Feminine juices trickled down her thighs as he sucked her engorged clit into his mouth. Genesis arched her neck and buried her fingers in his close-cropped waves, reveling in the silken caress of curls against her palms as she fisted his hair.
He spread her with his thumbs, nibbled and sucked her labia, then closed his mouth over her, and buried his tongue deep before pulling out to stroke her soaked folds like a painter. Tremors violently rocked her body and when he replaced his tongue with two thrusting fingers and went back to sucking her clit in the rhythm of his plunges, Genesis flung back her head and softly keened. Alex reached up a hand too late to cover her mouth.
The taste of herself on his hand drove her wild, and before either of them knew it, she had him on his back straddling his hips, the blue light of her spirit ignited and encircling them both in a wavering glow. Genesis caught his hard shaft in one hand and guided it to her pussy, rubbing the mushroom head of his cock up and down her slit until it was thoroughly coated in her cream.
"I need you inside me, Alex. Now."
He circled her waist with both hands, and pitched his hips up as Genesis impaled herself on his shaft.
They moaned, began moving together. Genesis rode his dick, and Alex thrust inside her and rolled his hips for several long silent moments.
"Shit," he hissed. "I don't want to come yet."
It was the only provocation Genesis needed to squeeze her vaginal muscles tight, and milk his cock.
"I want you to," she whispered and leaned down to cradle her mouth against his throat. "Come for me, Alex. Come now."
She sank her fangs into his neck, felt his blood spurt into her mouth at the same instant that he shuddered and spurted his semen deep inside her cunt. Her spirit light shimmered around them before Alex's, bright and deep red, rose from his body to fuse with hers and form one purple light that surrounded them.
"Yes. That is it, Alex. Give me all. Give yourself to me. Yessss…" Genesis mindlessly arched her back, fingernails digging deep into Alex's shoulder blades as she planted the heels of her hands into his collarbone for balance when his kundalini blasted into her body. She rode the wave of her climax for several long minutes, Alex panting and thrashing beneath her before she realized what she was doing.
Genesis immediately stopped moving, felt Alex convulsing between her legs, his fingernails driving deep into her hipbones where he held her fast.
It is not too late, cannot be too late. He is alive. He is not a dry empty husk…
She glanced down at him as his shudders subsided, shocked when she saw his face changing from feline to human to feline and finally back to human again. She looked further to see fine, shiny black fur receding back into his upper body, the hair on his head withdrawing back to its original close cropped length.
Genesis put her hands on his shoulders and shook him when her shock subsided. "Alex!"
He opened his eyes, a beatific expression shining out of their amber depths as he stared at her and rasped, "More, Gen. I want more of you. I need more."
Mateo stared at her back as she walked away from him to the stainless steel kitchen in the distance. He tried to see if he could spot the wings she had used to fly away with him, but there was nothing except the mahogany smoothness of her well-muscled back.
His fingers itched with the memory of how that smooth skin felt beneath them, as if he had been with her before, inside her, too many times to count, and craved to do it all again.
He let his gaze lazily drift down her six-foot tall, hour-glass figure from the gentle slope of her bare back to the slim curve of her waist and finally to her endless legs encased in painted-on burgundy leather pants and matching knee-high boots.
Despite his precarious state, Mateo felt his cock hardening in his boxer briefs, fantasized about putting his dick in her slick, hot cunt. What was wrong with him?
She turned back to him then, hazel eyes glinting with insight, leering as she stalked across the burnished parquet floor.
She sat at his bedside. “I am LaMia Enlil, and there is nothing at all wrong with you except that you are a healthy, red-blooded male.”
What was this? Formal introductions before she killed him? And damn, he wished she would stop dipping inside his head like that!
He used to think it was cute as well as advantageous to know other people’s feelings, especially girls he was involved with as a late teen. He had, however, gotten over his psychic voyeurism years ago when, at twenty, he’d experienced his then girlfriend’s severe menstrual cramps. He’d snooped because they’d argued earlier in the day and he had thought she was just using her period as an excuse to get out of having sex with him. He had been sorry for his mistrust ever since.
LaMia was more outright and rude with her snooping than he had ever been though, and he didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t like someone like her tooling around in his brain and knowing every little thing he was thinking.
“Contrary to your assumptions, I am not rude. I am merely availing myself of any and all opportunities to get to know my submissive better. And you will call me Mistress or Mistress LaMia, by the way,” she said then firmly placed her hand on his forehead.
Who the hell is this woman?
He closed his eyes and braced himself as her subtle, yet heady, cinnamon-and-female scent washed over him. He felt the tug on his brain as if she had reached inside his head to gently peel back the layers of his past.
Mateo’s heart pounded a vicious beat in his chest, obliterating all miniscule sounds in the loft as he wondered if his heart would explode.
She held her palm against his forehead for several long moments, ransacking his mind, melding with his memories until she became a part of them.
He knew this woman! Knew her too intimately to deny her or forget what he had been doing with her for the last several months—but more importantly, he knew her too intimately to deny what she had done to his family so many years ago.
One woman he implicitly trusted with his body and soul. The other had taken too much from him for Mateo to trust her at all.
How could they be one in the same?
She was close by. He could feel her.
Impatiently, he drummed his fingers against the dashboard as he waited for the light to change. When it finally did, Michael drove down the narrow cobblestone streets glancing left and right until he caught remnants of her essence.
He slowed his speed, pulled to a stop at the curb, and lowered the passenger side window to peer at the figure huddled in a doorway of an abandoned loft space.
Michael leaped from the SUV and circled around its front before he forced himself to slow down and take it easy.
She was injured and weak. He felt her pain and her hunger as intensely as a sharp knife driven into his gut. She might strike out to protect herself. Despite his being different, he was sure he wasn’t different enough to be completely immune to her attack. He definitely wasn’t emotionally or psychically immune to her.
The idea that his mother hadn’t fared too well at the mercy of one of Xevera’s kind didn’t escape him, but it didn’t stop him from going to her aid either. He had an agenda that didn’t include avoidance or fear.
Michael knelt at her side, bracing himself for the worse, but when she didn’t move or otherwise try to attack him, he went closer and knelt beside her. “You’re going to be okay, Xevera. Can you hear me?”
She opened her eyes and stared at him. “It is you.”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“I knew it. I smelled you.”
“I’ll bet you did.” He wondered what exactly he smelled like to her and whether or not she was as aroused by his scent as he was by her spicy vanilla musk.
His cock jerked as she curved her arms around his neck and held tight. He had a moment of panic when she pressed her lips to his neck and gently sucked but beat it down as he slid one arm around her back and the other beneath her thighs to lift her.
“You taste so good,” she murmured.
His balls tightened at this and he was just barely able to croak, “Thanks.”
This was insane!
He wasn’t a schoolboy with a crush. Hell, he hadn’t ever really been a boy, hadn’t had a chance to be. Playing the man of the house from as far back as he could remember, moving from city to city with his mother, he’d always felt like a man trapped in a child’s body.
An alien trapped in a human’s body.
Xevera cuddled closer and nipped his neck. “Take me home, Michael.”
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes tight, fighting against the raw lust that scudded through him at the sound of her smoky voice in his ear and the scrape of her sharp fangs drawing blood from his throat.
Something about the command in her tone made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck in rebellion as much as her teeth puncturing his skin made his heart speed with excitement. Something about her words made him remember exactly what she was and what they were to each other in the grand scheme of things: enemies.
“I’ll take you home,” he murmured and silently thanked her for reminding him why he’d come to find her in the first place.
He wanted revenge.
Xevera leaned up on one elbow and reached to massage his shoulders with her other hand, fingers alternately compressing and fondling his tense muscles, simultaneously relaxing and exciting him. “What is wrong, Michael?”
“What does mishva mean?” He heard her intake of breath as he turned to look at her over a shoulder and saw her stunned expression. “Is it that bad?”
“Not bad, just…”
“I’m a big boy. Tell me.”
“It means ‘my love’ in Inanna.”
Michael didn’t say anything, couldn’t.
He should have been prepared for her answer, had expected as much, but all the nuances of that one four-letter word hit him in the heart like a bullet through the chest, just as devastating and knocking his equilibrium off kilter.
Michael caressed her leg from smooth thigh to calf, pausing at the cuff locked around her ankle. “I’m thinking about releasing you, Xevera.”
He felt her go rigid behind him, her hand stopping mid-stroke on his shoulder.
He turned to face her full, heart throbbing with the enormity of what he was about to do, then stuttering at her expression of shock. “Because you don’t belong here with me.”
She sat up beside him. “How can that be when I belong to you?”
Michael silently reached for his neck where the key to her cuff hung on a chain. He pulled the chain over his head, knelt before her and reached for her cuff with the key.
Xevera jerked her leg away and leaped to her feet.
He glanced up at her from his knees, couldn’t help feeling like a boyfriend proposing to his intended. His heart thudded at the thought, and the irony of the situation did not escape him even while his intended was trying to. “Come back here, Xevera.”
She put her fists on her hips. “Why should I? If you are going to release me, you should get used to me not obeying you. I will be free to come and go as I please.”
“That’s if I release you.”
“Are you releasing me or are you not releasing me?”
He slowly got to his feet. “Come here,” he murmured.
“What will you do to me if I do not?”
“You’re about to find out.” He watched her eyes widen as he reached for her.
She was quick though, sidestepped his grasp and turned to run.
Michael followed at a full sprint and caught up to her in the living room. He didn’t think twice before lunging and tackling her to the carpet, the plush padding cushioning their fall.
She wriggled between his legs as he straddled her hips and pinned her wrists to the carpet above her head. “Let me go!”
“Is that what you really want?”
“It does not matter what I want. You appear to have made up your mind for the both of us.” She bucked and the action brought her lush round ass into direct contact with his erection.
Michael held her wrists with one hand and soundly smacked her ass with the other.
The sound reverberated throughout the house and his soul.
Xevera suddenly went still beneath him and whimpered.
“You’ll be still and listen to me.”
She didn’t say anything, just squirmed and moaned.
“I do not want you to release me.”
“We’re not doing what you want. We’re doing what needs to be done.”
“I do not need to be released.”
Michael gritted his teeth. She was making following his mother’s wishes damn hard.
“Do you want to hear me beg, Michael?”
Hell, yes! He wanted to hear her beg, and he wanted to hear her say ‘my love’ again, every day, for the rest of his life.
“Damn you, succubus…” He released her wrists and flipped her onto her back, rubbing his erection against her hot pussy and driving himself mad.
“I am hungry. Perhaps we should eat now.”
Michael glanced at her face, her expression as cool now as her words. He, on the other hand, was on fire with lust for her.
Why was he fighting it? Why was he fighting her?
As if in response, she reached up a hand to cup his face, rasping her palm across the stubble on his cheek and smiling. “I liked when you spanked me,” she whispered.
Michael groaned at the quiet shyness in her voice and leaned forward until his forehead kissed hers. He reached down between her legs, confirming the truth of her words when he caressed her moist folds. “I can tell.”
“I would like you to do it again.”
His cock jerked and he dragged himself away from her to stand.
At this rate, they’d be having the lasagna for breakfast in the morning because for the rest of the night he just wanted to dine on her pussy.