The year is 3013.
Earth barely survived the Alien Wars that have ravaged the planet, and an unknown virus had nearly wiped out the entire population. On the brink of extinction, humans struggle to rebuild their civilization, although nothing would ever bring back what once was.
Enforcing martial law, a new age of mankind is born, where warriors rule and women are the ultimate prize. Only the elite earn breeding rights and are granted leave to claim a woman in pairs. Men dream of the day that they will be able to claim a woman to love, but for those chosen being claimed means the end of their freedom and a beginning to a lifelong bond with two strangers. The warriors may have the choice, but the battle for their woman's heart has only begun…
In the aftermath of a war that almost destroyed Earth, the Alliance now rules, but not everyone chooses to live by their laws. Alayna is a rebel living by her own rules in the harsh badlands, outside the Alliance’s control. She is a thief, stealing from the wealthy to provide for those who cannot survive on their own, all while hiding the tattoo that marks her as one of the few remaining fertile women on Earth…making her a target.
Alliance Elites Nikolai Grekov and Colin Nielson are stationed at a neglected base on the edge of the badlands after years spent in space. Their orders are to track down an elusive thief that’s been plaguing the area’s outposts, but they also have their own agenda. Both men want to find and claim a fertile woman to call their own and fulfill their dreams of becoming a family.
When the men catch the sexy, headstrong, thief breaking into their home, they claim Alayna for their own. Nikolai and Colin may have claimed their chosen, but the battle for her heart has just begun. Can they find a way to win her trust or will their beautiful renegade’s need for freedom destroy their chance of happiness?
She snarled in defiance as he turned his back on her, holding out her knife so she could see it. “And that’s why I’m keeping your knife. Watch yourself, Ghost. I’ll be right ba—” Nikolai’s instincts kicked in and he turned, catching the little minx in mid-air as she came at him, her hands already curved into claws. He used her own momentum against her, letting it spin them both around so that she wound up slammed against the kitchen wall. He didn’t want to hurt her, but despite trying to slow her impact he heard Alayna’s teeth clack together as her back hit the wall.
“Give me back my knife!” Alayna yelled, reaching for the blade despite the fact his reach was far longer than hers.
“Not fucking likely, minx. If I do, you’re going to stab me with it.” As much as he disliked the idea of hurting a woman, he had no intention of getting his ass handed to him by a girl either. And right now she was doing her best to take him on. She was stronger than he’d expected given her lean build, and a hell of a lot fiercer.
She kept struggling with him, her deep green eyes wild and her expression nearly feral. She was close enough he could smell her, a mix of warm woman and rainwater that somehow seemed like the best perfume he’d ever scented. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped tight enough Nikolai felt his spine creak in protest. Nails slashed at his cheek and he dropped the knife, freeing his hands to grip her wrists. His face burned where she’d scratched him, adding more fuel to the fire raging in his blood. He pinned her hands to the wall on either side of her shoulders and leaned in, using his body to trap hers and force her to stop fighting him.
Adrenaline surged through him, but coupled with it was a powerful need for the woman currently trying to scratch his eyes out. She was glorious in her fury. Like a goddess of battle from another time. He growled as she writhed against him and she responded in kind, her soft lips parting as she snarled in challenge. Every twist of her body ground her pussy against his cock and dragged the swell of her breasts across his chest. Gazes locked, bodies bucking, what had started as a struggle turned into something just as primal, but far more intimate.
Nikolai dropped his head and kissed her, crushing their mouths together and capturing that first sweet moan against his tongue. He released one of her wrists, using his newly freed hand to cradle the back of her head, cushioning it from the wall behind her. She grabbed the front of his uniform and twisted it in her fist, using it as leverage to lift herself up. Her mouth opened to his, tempting him to savor and taste. Her tongue dueled with his, their kiss evolving into a sexually charged battle for dominance that Nikolai had no intention of losing. He sensed that given an inch, the minx in his arms would take a light year and still not be satisfied. She was all fire and fury, and he wanted to fuck her so badly his dick throbbed in time to his pounding heart.
Thief or not, he wanted her, and he hoped like hell she was going to let him have her. Let them have her.
Alayna wasn’t sure when her anger had turned to lust. She wasn’t even sure why she had been so angered by Nikolai’s taunting that she’d gone after him. She only knew that having gotten a taste of what she’d been dreaming about for days, she wanted more. If this was to be her last night of freedom, then there was no reason she shouldn’t take what pleasure she could find. If she found a way to escape, she’d have to disappear. No matter what happened, she’d never see them again.
After a lifetime of dancing too close to the fire, Alayna had more than her share of scars and heartbreak. The one thing she didn’t have many of, was regrets. She nipped at Nikolai’s lip and then pulled back far enough she could meet his gaze. Fire and longing blazed in their dark depths. Longing for her. It was all she needed to know.
“Yes,” she said, giving him the answer to a question that hadn’t been asked yet.
She expected him to kiss her then, or carry her upstairs. Instead he released her other wrist, gave her a cocky grin and inclined his head to one side. She glanced over and saw Colin standing a few feet away, his gray eyes glowing like molten steel as he arched a brow at her.
“Yes?” Colin asked, his voice husky with desire.
Alayna’s pulse kicked up another notch as she heard the hunger contained in that single word. Both of them. Stars, what would that be like? Her inner walls pulsed at the idea, and her pussy flooded with fresh cream as her head filled with lurid images. Out in the badlands, trios were still not the norm, and Alayna’s lovers had always been singular. There wasn’t much she hadn’t tried, but two men…that was something she’d never considered. Not until now. She reached for Colin with her newly freed hand. “Hell, yes.”
Sonja Grekov has spent her life in a gilded cage, trapped by her wealthy family’s expectations and the scroll tattoo on her face that declares her to be one of the coveted fertile women on Earth. No longer willing to be a pawn to further her parents’ ambition, she finally finds the courage to break free before she can be claimed in a loveless match. She is determined to set her own path, but never expected where it would take her...
Trevar Storm and Deacon Wilde are Alliance Elites, but there’s nothing elite about their current assignment. They crew one of the oldest freighters in the fleet, ferrying goods across Alliance controlled space with just each other for company. With a reputation for trouble and no chance at promotion, the two men are planning for the day they can go into business for themselves and leave their military lives behind.
A straightforward supply run turns into a life changing event when the two elites discover a treasure hidden in their cargo bay. Keeping their sexy stowaway may bring the full wrath of the Alliance down on their heads, but Trevar and Deacon won’t let her go without a fight. Will their journey end in heartache, or can three misfit hearts find love in the darkness between the stars?
“Like what you see?” Trevar’s question came out as a roughened growl as he took a step toward her, then another. She felt like rabbit being hunted by a pair of eagles, if the eagles were really, really big.
“If I say yes, what happens next?”
Deke actually chuckled at that. “What would you like to happen, sweetheart?”
“Um….” She lifted her hands, palms up, as she struggled to find the right words.
“Funny, you didn’t have any problem showing us what you wanted last night. Ah, that’s the problem, isn’t it, we’re talking too much.” Trevar walked up to her and set his hand down on the counter to her right, while Deke mirrored his actions on her left.
She was caught.
Trevar was right. Talking wasn’t working for her, action would be easier. She had to stretch her arms to reach them, but she managed to place a hand on each of their shoulders, drawing them in closer. They came willingly, pressing up against her so there was no more space between them.
Trevar moved first, dropping his head to slant his mouth across hers. The moment their lips met, she forgot why she’d been nervous. There was no need to be. He kissed her slowly, sampling her lips and then moving deeper. His teeth nipped at her lower lip, sending a sizzling flash of heat coursing through her. This was what she needed, what she’d always craved and never been allowed to have. Here was someone who wanted her for something besides the mark on her face or her family’s wealth. No, she corrected herself with what was left of her mind. Here were two someones, and they both wanted her.
Trevar knew he was in deep trouble the second his mouth touched hers. Kissing Sonja was like standing inside a plasma bomb’s blast zone at the moment of ignition. She seared his skin with every touch, sending Trevar’s blood boiling and his dick aching with the need to be inside her. She was beautiful, sexy, and breathtakingly naïve. Part of him wanted nothing more than to send her home again, to live out a safe, protected life of luxury. Instead, he was charging her a small fortune to deliver her to an uncertain future, and he was going to do it while showing her everything he knew about pleasure. The thought gave him a moment’s twinge, but he ignored it. He’d deal with the fallout later, after they’d gotten safely to X2.
She rubbed herself against him, enticing him and inflaming him at the same time. There was no artifice to her actions, no games being played. He delved into the sweet heat of her mouth and felt her shudder in response, loving the honesty of her reactions. She was so different from the hardened women he usually spent time with. Sonja was still touched by innocence. He could sense her emotions, need blending with nervousness and hint of uncertainty, and it was almost enough to break him. Almost, but not quite. She was far too good for a bastard like him, but that knowledge wouldn’t stop him. He was going to have her anyway.
He lifted the hand that had been set down on the counter and speared his fingers into her hair, the cool, soft weight of it tumbling through his fingers. She’d selected some fragrance he couldn’t remember the name of for her cleanser, a subtle, fruity scent that freshened the recycled air around her like a sea breeze on a hot summer day. Fuck, he had it bad if he was waxing poetic about her damned shampoo.
It was the weight of Deke’s hand on his shoulder that reminded Trevar that he wasn’t alone with Sonja. It was an act of pure will to lift his head and release her. Her eyes ice-blue eyes were clouded with desire, and her lips were swollen from their kisses. He liked seeing even those faint marks of possession on her. He reminded himself this was only temporary, a pleasant distraction, nothing more. Once they got to X2, she’d only be a memory. He planned on making it a damned good one.
For the first time since puberty, Deke was having trouble controlling his emotions and no fucking luck at all controlling his body. He’d been impatiently waiting for her to wake up for the past few hours, and none of his usual calming techniques had done more than take the edge off his need to see her again. He hadn’t done more than kiss her yet, and she was already wreaking havoc in his world. This didn’t bode well for the day they parted ways, but right now he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting her back in his arms.
She greeted him with a dazed smile and rose up on her toes to kiss him, her hand moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck as he wrapped both arms around her and tugged her in hard against his body. Damn, she felt good in his arms, warm, and soft, and eager. She wriggled closer, brushing against the hard ridge of his cock and he groaned into her mouth at the pleasure of that brief contact. He couldn’t wait to feel her hands on him, or her mouth, or how good it would feel to drive deep into her hot pussy.
Deke slid his tongue into her mouth and she moaned, the vibration coursing through him and leaving nothing but raw need in its wake. She opened to him completely, her tongue twining with his as she molded herself to him. He unwound one arm from her waist to run his hand down her side until his hand found bare skin. The silken warmth of her thigh inflamed him.
More. He needed more.
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