Medical Experiments and an Intimate Inspection…

Abducted, kidnapped and subsequently probed by what might very well might be the last man in existence, young Lyra is in trouble in The Rebel’s Mate

Things were strained on the ship and they did not improve. Over the following days and weeks they were pursued hotly by the Vonyak. There was no opportunity to dock anywhere. As soon as they slowed to a reasonable speed, the Vonyak would appear within hours and chase them on again.

“This is… isn’t right,” Rake said, frustrated. He hadn’t slept properly in days and he was starting to look much worse for wear. His face was drawn, his hair was a mess, and he was visibly concerned. “We should have lost them by now.”

“I thought you said they could follow trails,” Lyra said. “Maybe they’re just following whatever is left behind when we move.”

“I’ve pulled every trick I know,” Rake said. “We’ve coasted for a day with no propulsion at all. We should have lost them. But they found us. Again and again and again.”

Lyra sat nervously next to him, chewing her thumbnail.

“They’re going to catch us, aren’t they?”

“Not if I can help it, but we can’t keep this up. We’re running out of fuel. We need to restock somewhere, and we can’t do that with the Vonyak on our tails. They’re running us down like a pack of wolves on a deer.”

There was silence for long moments as they looked at one another, each feeling the hopelessness of the situation.

“How the heck are they… There’s something I’m missing…” Rake murmured, still looking at her. As he looked, his expression changed. “You!” He said the word suddenly. “It’s been you all along!”

Lyra shook her head furiously. “Me? I haven’t told them anything. I’m not sending them messages. I wouldn’t even know how. I don’t even know where I am!”

“Not on purpose, Lyra. Tell me, when they took you, did they do anything to you, surgically?”

She looked at him and shrugged. “They did a lot. I don’t even really remember what happened when they first took me… I slept a lot. I think I might have been drugged.”

Rake stood up and pointed at her. “Strip.”

“What?” Lyra wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

“I said strip. Now. Everything.”

“No!”

“Lyra, I’m pretty sure that they planted a tracker in you. We have to find it before they come for us again. I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Strip.”

She shook her head. He made an impatient sound, grabbed her up from the chair, and began disrobing her with no ceremony at all. Lyra squealed and tried to hit him, but he managed to put a stop to that by pulling her sweater and shirt up over her head, keeping her hands out of the way as he pushed her pants down her thighs and let them fall. It took less than ten seconds to strip her completely, and then he was touching her, running his hands over every single inch of her body, his expression fixed in concentration as his palms passed over her curves.

“Stop pawing me,” Lyra complained. He ignored her. There was nothing sensual or sexual about his touch. He may as well have been inspecting a machine for anomalies for all the apparently impartial attention he paid to her bare breasts, erect nipples, and exposed pussy. His fingers traveled between her thighs, brushing over her labia with a firm, precise touch that made her let out a scandalized little gasp.

“Sorry,” he said. “It could be anywhere.”

“Not there!”

He took a longer moment to assure himself that there were no foreign objects in her vaginal region, long enough to make Lyra’s knees buckle. Rake certainly knew his way around the female form. His fingers roamed in a way that caused her pussy lips to swell with lust.

“I don’t know,” he said in a sexy purr, grazing his fingers over the entrance of her body where wetness was welling. “I think it might be in here…”

“I thought we were in a hurry,” Lyra moaned softly. “I thought there were aliens chasing us from one end of the universe to the other.”

“There are,” he agreed, “but we can’t let them suck all the fun out of life, can we?” The tip of his finger slid inside her and began to swirl slowly, teasing her into a higher state of arousal.

“This isn’t fair,” Lyra moaned. “You’re not going to follow through on this… you’re not… mmmnnnggg…” Her complaints faded as his thumb pressed against her clit and his fingers probed deeper, filling her little by little.

“Rake…” She slid her fingers through his hair and scrunched her hand up hard, looking down at him over the bare rise of her breasts. “Don’t play with me.”

He flashed one of his sexy irrepressible grins at her. “I enjoy playing with you. You’re a fun little toy. But you’re right. We’ve got to find that tracker.”

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“Toxins are building up in your body,” he said. “That’s what’s causing the fever. It’s only going to get higher and worse. Your liver and kidneys are going to shut down. There aren’t going to be enough painkillers on this ship to mask the agony you feel as you die from organ failure if I don’t do this now.”

When he put it that way, it did sound serious. “Okay,” she said. “You should have told me that first instead of wasting time smacking me.”

“I didn’t want to frighten you,” Rake said, turning away to go through the medical supplies. “This is a quick and easy fix if I get the right solution into you. Assume the position please, young lady.”

Lyra did as she was told, hating every second of it. The cloying sense of nausea seemed much more ominous now and all she wanted was for the procedure to be over. Easier to call it a procedure than an enema, even in her mind.

“Okay,” Rake said, interrupting her thoughts. “I’m ready. Just try to relax, okay?”

She nodded and shut her eyes. With her eyes shut she could maybe pretend that what was happening wasn’t actually happening. That plan lasted about as long as it took for Rake to part her bottom cheeks and dab cool lubricant against her anus.

“Oh, my god,” Lyra groaned.

“It’s okay,” Rake soothed. “You’re doing fine.”

She felt something long and hard nuzzling at the lubricated aperture and let out a little hiss of surprise. Slowly but surely, the end of the enema nozzle began to sink inside her body, taking her in a place she’d never been taken before. Rake seemed almost practiced in the art of giving an enema; she felt it in the sureness of his touch and the way the nozzle moved inside her with little resistance.

“Take it out,” she whimpered softly.

“Soon,” he said. “Just try to relax.”

He might as well have told her to get up from the bed and try to fly. It was impossible to relax with her bottom full of hard plastic being propelled by the hand of a strong man. It seemed to take an eternity for him to be satisfied that it was in the right position.

“There,” he said, patting her bottom gently. “That’s perfect.”

Lyra let out a little groan of pure mortification.

“You’re going to feel a lot better soon,” he promised as a trickle of warm liquid began to seep inside her bottom.

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Meeting Her Mate – And Her Match

“Hello.”

A deep voice emanated from the other side of the room. Lyra gasped and turned, noticing her companion for the first time.

It was a man. He was a good two feet taller than her and judging by his physique he was also a fighter. His shoulders were great bull-like rounds of muscle, his torso a ripple of muscles. She could not see below his waist due to his pants, but the breadth of them told her that the conditioning went all the way down. He was viscerally appealing in body. As he drew closer, she was able to see his face. He had a hard face, chin and jaw covered in just a little more than 5 o’clock shadow. His nose was flattened at the bridge, likely from being broken at some point, and his high cheek bones were marked with the faint stripes of scars. His hair was dark and tousled, his eyes a piercing pale blue even in that low light. Lyra felt her innards responding to him on a purely animal level. He was the first human, let alone first man she’d seen in many, many years.

“Who are you?”

“Name’s Rake,” he said, leaving the fireplace where he had been standing to come closer to her. He moved with an athletic prowl which completely transfixed her. “You’re Lyra,” he said as he came within arm’s length of her. “I’ve seen you fight.”

His tone indicated he wasn’t that impressed by her fighting. There was a slight curl to his lip as he said the word, as if he were putting invisible air quotes around the word. “Fight.”

Instantly on the defensive, Lyra moved back a little, not because she was afraid of him, but because she was going to need the range when she kicked him in the face. He closed the distance. She opened it again. He was much more intimidating up close. She could now see that much of his body was trammeled by scars, some quite thick and jagged. He had obviously seen a great deal of combat in his life, more than she had likely.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Remember you?” Lyra curled her lip up at him. “I’ve never met you before.”

“The night you were taken, you don’t remember someone else being there?”

She frowned. “I don’t… I don’t remember the night I was taken.”

He seemed disappointed to hear that, as if she’d failed some test she didn’t know she’d been taking.

“What are you doing?” She asked the question as he took yet another step toward her.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you?” He stopped for a moment. “They want us to breed.”

Shock made Lyra’s jaw drop. She stared at him blankly log enough for him to start smirking. A little tingling in her nether regions indicated that her body was not entirely against the idea, but her mind was overruling her baser impulses on this one. There was no way… there was just no way.

“Joke’s on them,” Lyra replied. “I was given the implant back on Earth. There’s about as much a chance of me falling pregnant by you as there is me sleeping with you in the first place.”

Rake’s eyes narrowed at her. “You’re rude.”

“What’s rude about that? Do the women usually just lie back and spread their legs for you when you tell them that you’re going to have sex with them? Or have you confused me for a blow up doll?”

Lyra had spent many hours alone thinking about what it would be like if she ever laid eyes on another human. This was not how she had ever pictured it, but Rake had a serious sexual charge about him which scared her more than any alien monster and it was making her defensive, and yeah, maybe a little rude.

He gave her a long, steady look, those icy eyes cutting to her core. She stared back at him, hoping she looked as scary to him as he looked to her, but knowing that was unlikely to be the case. It was hard to make big brown eyes and a round face look frightening. The only weapon she had was her tongue, and she was going to use it.

“How many women have you had in here?” She continued talking, using questions as a defence. The longer they talked, the better chance she had of dealing with him. She let her gaze run up and down the length of his person in a way she hoped would cut him down to size. “You don’t seem like someone who gets laid a lot.”

The smirk returned to his devilishly handsome face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because a man who gets laid a lot doesn’t just come out and say he’s going to breed with you.”

“What does a man who gets laid a lot do?”

“I don’t know,” she frowned. “Not walk around half-naked. Not… be you.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, as if he was unable to believe what he was being confronted with.

“I’m important,” she said, trying to claw back a little respect. “And you’re not.”

His lips spread in a dark smile. “Arrogant little wretch, aren’t you.”

“It’s not arrogance if it’s true.”

“You’re as important as a pit dog,” he said in crushing tones. “To them you’re nothing more than a bitch to be mated. They threw you in here for me to do with you as I will. All they care about is that by the end of this my seed gets shot deep inside you.”

Excerpt from The Rebel’s Mate…

Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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Abducted from Earth by tentacled humanoids, small town girl Lyra finds herself in the belly of an interstellar transporter and entirely at the mercy of a race of creatures beyond her wildest nightmares. Temporarily deprived of sight by the aliens, her only solace during the journey to a far-off planet is found in the soothing arms of an unseen man who, despite sharing her current circumstances, promises that one day he will rescue her.

Three years later, Lyra has accepted being put to use as a gladiator in an interspecies competition waged for the amusement of her alien masters. But when her owner decides to mate Lyra with another champion fighter, she unexpectedly finds herself face to face with Rake, the very man who once vowed to rescue her. Unfortunately, all memory of him and her abduction has long since been erased by her captors.

Lyra is not pleased to find herself confronted by six feet of arrogant male muscle and she’s even less pleased when the stranger informs her that he intends to mate her, but her displeasure turns to true fury when he takes her hostage and escapes with her. Her mind having been thoroughly addled by the aliens, Lyra resists her rescuer and sets about making Rake’s life as difficult as possible. To her shock and embarrassment, when her defiance continues Rake bares her bottom, puts her over his knee, and gives her the spanking of her life.

Despite her best efforts to hate him, over the course of several near death escapes from their alien pursuers Lyra begins to realize that Rake is everything she’s ever wanted and needed in a man. When he claims her at last, the intense pleasure of his dominant lovemaking nearly causes her to forget that they’re running for their lives. But can Rake truly keep his promise to bring Lyra safely home once and for all, or will their desperate bid for freedom end in disaster?

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