When Tariah offered herself up to cancel her father's debt and save her sister, she assumed she'd be sacrificed to the vicious male who accepted her life as payment. Instead, she found love and acceptance in Zerion's arms.
When his king wants a "taste" she must look for courage she's never had before. The king has a secret desire that only she and Zerion can fulfill. Now she must search deep within herself for the bravery required to mate with the two Psy Warriors she both fears and desires.
Will her people find freedom even when she's sleeping with the enemy?
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Alpha's Salvation (Psy-Vamps 2)
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Copyright ©2016 Ashlynn Monroe
Tariah glanced over to King Ryker, her vision a haze of lust. The bond she had with Zerion was like nothing she could describe, yet somehow the surreal connection extended to Ryker. This warrior had taken her from her home, and now he'd given her to another as a shared prize, complete with a leash around her neck.
Why am I okay with this? They could kill me in an instant. Yet their caresses were gentle.
Zerion removed the silk binding from her neck and her hands. Some of her tension abated. She looked back at Zerion, and he nodded encouragement. She moved as if enchanted. Ryker's beautiful silver hair and electric blue eyes were so different from a human male, so exotic. She could see his fangs protruding over his lip a little.
This legendary leader's people had enslaved her kind as food for generations. She should want to kill him, yet somehow she sat in his lap kissing him. His sharp tooth nicked her and he sucked on her wound, hard. Instead of terror, her pussy clenched and she moaned. All thoughts of rebellion fell away as the king slipped his hand between her legs.
Zerion approached her from behind to kiss her neck. She was enslaved, willingly, and wantonly... theirs. The thought terrified her. She looked away, shivering, but Zerion tilted her face up, and the warm feeling he gave her infused her soul with the strangest contentment.
He made a sound that was something between a moan and a growl. "Always look me in the eyes, dear one. You have nothing to fear from me."
This time, when she shivered, it was because of his sensual voice. She relished her enslavement as she sat quietly under his gaze, savored the sensation of him wanting her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized this wasn't natural, but she shook off the thought that he was doing something to her.
Tariah's face heated. She didn't blush or look away. The heat was coming from deep inside her. Prickles of awareness stirred in her womb and her pussy responded. Her mind buzzed as a tingle raced through the base of her skull. Knowledge surfaced. Zerion needs me to give myself to his friend-his king. He needs my flesh and my blood to belong to them both. What he wanted was as taboo as it was titillating. He needs this to feel whole.
Looking at Ryker, Tariah rested her hand on his shoulder while running her fingernail lightly across his bottom lip. Then she leaned forward and kissed him. Ryker clutched tighter pulled her against his large cock slid against her pussy lips, making her gasp against his mouth. She shivered. His desperate kiss wasn't like Zerion's. This contact felt far more untamed. When he nipped at her lip, puncturing the delicate flesh with his sharp teeth. She cried out, but didn't stop him or try to pull away. Her eyes closed and she went limp in his arms. Her pussy convulsed and she rubbed against the king's thigh. He sucked at her wounded lip and moaned.
Zerion made an offended noise and Ryker pulled back. She wanted him to keep devouring her and she opened her heavy eyes to examine Zerion's expression. His brow creased and his eyes narrowed.
Ryker laughed, but there was a dark undertone to the sound.
Zerion stood. "She is not ready."
"Will she ever be ready? I felt the moment you knew this was what you wanted. We've waited for her a long time. You know she is the one," Ryker said. Tariah couldn't make sense of the cryptic comments, but through the bond she could feel the importance was clear. Whatever he'd meant the words were a revelation to Zerion. Another feeling intruded. Emotion that didn't belong to Tariah -- or Zerion.
"Why do I feel like this?" she asked, hurting for Ryker. The strange emotions she felt for him were like echoes. "Why are you so sad?"
"Because the only thing that will make me whole is forbidden to me because I am king."
Zerion pulled her legs apart as he knelt between them. He gazed up at Ryker and the men stared at each other with such intensity their expressions stole her breath. Then Zerion buried his face between her thighs and his tongue delved into her pussy with unnatural speed.