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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: Genetic manipulation and generations of selective breeding have created a race of hybrids more ferocious than any Earth has faced before. The only hope of defeating these creatures is to strengthen the alliance between Nac O'te warriors and Earth's paranormal elite. Life and death struggles unleash consuming passions as three proud couples risk everything to protect the people they love. Seduction, desire, and lust are wielded as skillfully as any blade. Recon teams have infiltrated Earth's defenses. The next step is overt invasion. No weapon is forbidden, no sacrifice too great, while the human race hangs in the balance.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: May 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [407 KB]
Words: 83717
Reading time: 239-334 min.

Garret Olsen reclined against the mound of pillows and closed his eyes. There was nothing like a brush with death to make you appreciate life. He wouldn't allow himself to remember just how close his recent stumble had taken him to death's icy shore. He was alive and that was all that mattered.

But his mind wouldn't cooperate with his determination. How had Rhys found him? Garret had been so careful, calculating every move. He'd remained in the Terran dimension long after the others fled. They shook their heads and called him a fool, but his instincts had been right. Chevon was still alive and he would find her. He would accomplish what no one in two hundred years had been able to accomplish. After he discovered the secret Chevon guarded, he'd return to the Setti dimension in triumph.

"Where shall we begin, sir?"

Opening his eyes he found his two favorite slaves standing at the foot of his massive bed. One was a willowy blonde, the other a voluptuous brunette. They were both naked, their hair still damp from the shower. Had they washed each other, hands caressing, breasts sliding against breasts, fingers delving into soapy cunts? The thought both excited and annoyed him. They should be focused entirely on his pleasure.

"I'll eat you." He pointed to the raven-haired beauty. "While you eat me," he told the blonde.

The blonde immediately knelt on the bed and bent toward his crotch. Her hair pooled around his hips, blocking his view. He felt her fingers close around his shaft and her tongue circled his tip. Oh, yes. She stroked and licked until his cock throbbed, echoing the frantic rhythm of his twin hearts. He longed to shift, to take her in his natural form. She was nearly ready for the ultimate submission, to see the face of her Setti master. As she sucked eagerly, her head bobbed and her hand massaged his sac. She would let him do anything in exchange for an infusion.

The brunette, on the other hand, had barely begun her training. Her need for his essence was not nearly as desperate.

"How would you like me?" she asked. Her eyes were dilated and passion glazed. Perhaps she was progressing more rapidly than he'd realized.

"Climb on top of my face and bend forward over my chest. I want to play with that lovely little hole you guard so fiercely." She hesitated, glancing at the blonde who was still sucking away on his cock. "You aren't going to get away with watching tonight. Your ass has remained virgin far longer than any of my other slaves. Now get busy." Her dread fueled his desire like nothing else. He certainly didn't need another ass to fuck. Yet each subtle resistance would make her surrender sweeter in the end.

She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself astride his chest. He grasped her hips, holding her away for a moment so he could enjoy the view. His chest spread her slender thighs wide, displaying her delicate folds and dusky slit. Reaching between her legs, he circled her clit with his index finger. It was already ripe, anticipating his tongue and the careful nip of his teeth. She murmured deep in her throat and rocked toward him, inadvertently shifting his focus. Cream gleamed at the entrance to her core. Setti essence spiked the human libido, making his slaves insatiable.

He teased her opening, circling without pushing inside. She groaned and wiggled. Coating his fingers with her cream, he moved on. Her ass was rounded and velvety soft. He caressed one cheek while he lubricated her tightly puckered hole with the proof of her excitement. She fidgeted and moaned, but made no move to deny him. He pushed his middle finger into her ass and she gasped, her entire body shuddering.

Damn, she was tight. She'd grip his cock like a velvet fist while he initiated her properly. He'd bend her over his lap and spank her until those cheeks turned rosy and hot. Dragging his finger out slowly, he imagined two fingers, maybe even three ... Perhaps he'd have her kneel across the blonde's face while he stuffed this virgin hole. He knew they--

A loud thump interrupted his erotic imaginings.

One of his guards shouted and anger swept Garret's desire aside. He had left orders that no one interrupt him. The scuffle continued and trepidation bled through his annoyance. Disentangling himself from his slaves, he shoved both women to the far side of the bed. All his conventional weapons were in his own room and he had just begun to feed.

The doors burst open and Sylina Tesch strode into the room, auburn hair whipping around her face as the door slammed behind her. "You left me there to die!"

Expecting an invading force and not a single woman, Garret laughed, then he lunged for her. She darted to his left, moving so fast she blurred. "How did you get in here?" How the hell had she found him? He'd moved his hideout twice since his run-in with Rhys. He gathered energy into the center of his being and launched it at her in an abrupt burst.

She neatly sidestepped the blast and said, "You'll have to do better than that, but wait, you can't. I interrupted your feeding. Didn't anyone teach you the value of knowing your enemy?"

The haughty bitch! Who did she think she was? He summoned every slave in the house, projecting urgency along with the mental command. Footfalls echoed through the hallways, moving steadily closer. He could shift. He was stronger in his Setti form, but slower, and agility appeared to be her advantage. She'd timed her attack perfectly. He was naked, unarmed, and depleted.

The doors groaned as his slaves fought to obey his summons.

"Call them off," she said calmly. "This is between you and me."

"I don't think so." He glared at her. No one challenged a Setti shifter and lived.

"I know where Chevon is; now call them off."

Shock ricocheted through his mind. If she was lying he'd kill her in her sleep! He halted his slaves, stationing them beyond the door. "I'm listening."

She advanced toward the bed, her green eyes bright with indignation. "You literally sucked the life out of Lance and abandoned me to the enemy. I knew you were ruthless. I had no idea you were a coward." He motioned his women toward the exit on the opposite side of the room. Sylina blocked their path. "They stay. I want to see how it's done."

Tension knotted his gut and he forced himself to swallow. In preparation for the battle that night five weeks ago, he'd gorged himself on energy then infused both Lance and Sylina with higher levels of Setti essence than he'd ever attempted before. If the actual infusion hadn't killed her, the detoxification should have. Yet here she stood, making demands of him!

"You want to see how what's done?" he asked. She couldn't mean what he thought she meant. His slaves were gripped by sexual frenzy when he infused them. They never remembered exactly what transpired.

"Rhys said you were injecting me with some sort of chemical that made me highly susceptible to suggestion." She took the blonde and shoved her toward the bed. "He said it's extremely addictive. Is it in your semen or is there some other means by which you inject it? I want to watch you inject one of your slaves."

"You're no longer addicted, so why are you here?" He pulled the blonde behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her warm body against his back, oblivious to the conflict raging around her. The brunette was cowering in the corner, her knees drawn up to her chest, eyes glassy and unfocused.

He studied Sylina's unrelenting expression. Why wasn't she afraid? She'd seen his true form during his fight with Rhys. She should be terrified. Any human would be terrified.

"I have a proposition for you."

He paused. Was this more than just morbid curiosity? She'd overpowered his guards and slammed the door with her mind. What other abilities was lovely Sylina hiding? "Tell me how to find Chevon."

"First I want to know exactly what I'm dealing with."

"Rhys explained all you need to know. I'm able to imbue humans with unusual abilities, but they often develop a certain dependency as a result." He'd never been uncomfortable with his nudity, yet this confrontation had his face flaming and his hands itching to cover his crotch. Pride alone kept his shoulders squared and his arms at his sides. "Tell me how to find Chevon or I'll--"

"You'll be plagued by nightmares for the rest of your life." Her lips parted in a cold, menacing smile. "When you're able to sleep at all."

He laughed. "I didn't realize you were familiar with spells."

"I'm familiar with dream spirits." Her voice held no hint of levity and except for the slight arch of one eyebrow, her expression remained impassive. "My mother is a succubus."

Unwrapping the blonde's arms from around his waist, he crossed the room in three angry strides. "I've been inside you, Sylina. Don't you think I would have noticed if you weren't human?"

"I fucked a vampire for three months a few years back before I ever saw him feed. He didn't reveal his power until he knew he could trust me. What makes a person human?" She let the implication hang in the air as he tried to stare her down.

"I work alone." He tried to sound emphatic.

She shrugged and strolled toward the bed. "I thought you wanted Chevon. Isn't she why you came to Earth?"

Why were his hearts pounding? It couldn't be this easy. His life was never simple. "What do you want from me?"

Sylina cupped the blonde's chin in one hand and looked back over her shoulder at him. "I want what she wants. Only I'm not willing to become your slave to get it. I suspect there are other ways to access your power. The first step is understanding exactly what you are."

"If I help you figure out a way to ... filter my energy so you don't become addicted to it, you'll give me Chevon?"

Her smile was slow and filled with challenge. "This is an ongoing negotiation. Let me watch you feed your slave and I'll offer you a piece of information equally valuable."

He wanted to refuse, to test her abilities here and now. Still, finding Chevon was his primary reason for being in the Terran dimension. Better to learn what Sylina knew and dispose of her later.

"Why don't I infuse her and then let you examine her? It might be less awkward for everyone."

"She wouldn't care if you televised her feedings and I don't give a damn about your feelings. I have a vague memory of being bent over a table during a dinner party and fucked in full view of your guests."

Garret groaned as a vivid image erupted in his mind. The party had been wild. Most of the guests had been vampires. One fed from his lover's breast while his friend aroused her with his mouth. Passion made human blood richer, more nutritious, so vampires often fucked while they fed. Soon empty chairs and rapturous expressions hinted at the activities going on under the table.

One especially bold vampire dared Garret to demonstrate the obedience of his slave. Sylina had been at his side that night. He hadn't just fucked her. He'd made her strip and suck his cock before she faced his guests and let him take her from behind, right there in the dining room.

She looked at his rapidly hardening cock and glared. "I see you remember it too."

God, how he remembered. Sylina had been the hottest, most responsive slave he'd ever infused. She motioned toward the blonde, who had one hand buried between her thighs and the other tugging on a rosy nipple.

"She's not going to wait much longer." A hint of impatience hardened Sylina's tone.

He sent the brunette away with a sharp command, then joined Sylina beside the bed. "You really want to see this? What you glimpsed during the fight wasn't frightening enough?"

She laughed. "Have you ever seen a sammite demon? They're so grotesque they frighten other demons. If you ever cross me again, I'll imprint the image on your mind permanently. Now we can form a partnership or I can start training you."