In a cold world balanced by the heat of Queen Ruby, it takes a special ice cold M'rad male to be king. Sex with the queen can be intoxicating -- and deadly. If she doesn't kill her lovers with her internal fire, she banishes them with an ache for her that cannot be quenched.
After a failed revolt against her, Commander Cyan is her prisoner and she is planning on making him pay for his betrayal in a way that will satisfy them both. But he's stubborn and plots to turn the tables on her. If he succeeds, it may end in disaster for the planet and his Queen.
Praise for Taking the Heat
"I enjoyed this paranormal romance story.... The love scenes between them are melting hot. This story contains very explicit love scenes and language."
-- Janie Esparza, The Romance Studio
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Taking the Heat
Elayne S. Venton
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Copyright ©2011 Elayne S. Venton
Protective ice crystals beaded on the tip of Cyan's blue cock. Ruby flicked her hot tongue over them. His stiff penis twitched but her captive lover didn't make a sound as he battled her heat.
"Are you ready?" She lifted her gaze to his locked jaw, his flaring nostrils, his focus fixed on a distant spot on the opposite wall. He didn't acknowledge her in any way. Stubborn male.
The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, so she gently blew warm air up and down his thick shaft. He grunted and clenched his fists as another fine layer of ice coated his skin.
"That's good, baby," she said, bending her knees beneath her long silver skirt and puffing air over his balls.
As hot as she burned, he still had the power to frost her breath. The damp air settled on him in an icy sheen.
"Mmm. So beautiful." Passing her lips over the shiny knob, she slid her hot, open mouth down his big, cold shaft. The outer frost melted down her throat, stoking her burning passion rather than cooling it.
The M'rad commander shook his pale blond mane as he wrenched on the chains securing him to the concrete wall. The muscles in his massive arms and legs bulged, but the restraints held. Deep guttural sounds, curses more than likely, rushed past the gag in his mouth. Nonetheless, his hips bucked forward, pushing his cock into the depths of her throat.
He might hate her, but he wanted her. All M'rad did. Ruby was their queen. Without her, their world would freeze. Despite what Cyan believed.
Sympathetic to the anger and frustration burning in him since his capture, she allowed the rough jerks into her mouth, to a point. After all, she had a right to be angry too.
Cyan had tried to turn the M'rad against her. Damn his traitorous blue hide. How dare he start a revolt? She'd chosen him for her lover, and he paid her back with betrayal.
Still, she couldn't punish him as she would another. She loved him too much, desired him too much.
Backing away from Cyan's hard thrusts, she grasped his thick shaft in her fists and teased him with slow licks around the darkening head. His cock pulsed with need. She closed her lips around the crown and gently sucked. The chains rattled viciously. A roar rumbled in his broad chest. His cock lengthened a few more millimeters and fixed into place, long and hard and shimmering with iridescent ice crystals. Good. The colder his temperature, the more protected he'd be from her heat and the longer they could make love.
She glanced up from beneath her lashes, savoring her imminent victory.
Their battle of wills had begun when her father appointed Cyan commander. She'd been attracted to him on sight but never considered him a candidate for her bed. Unlike her devoted lovers, Cyan was a leader, an independent thinker, proud, too much like her. It was inevitable they'd butt heads. Yet they understood one another.
Too much wine during the winter solstice celebration made her brash. She chose Cyan for the night, and she let him make the rules. Her submissive role led to amazing sex but the loss of power frightened her. In the morning, she took back control, bringing him to his knees with passionate heat that left him stunned. It became a never-ending skirmish. Each time they came together, they fought for supremacy. Deep down, she hadn't expected the relationship to work, and he'd proved her right.
His resistance drove her crazy but it didn't make her want him any less. Loving him was a challenge, but he fired her blood like no other.
How long would he last this time? M'rads were temperamental. Sometimes Cyan pleasured her for hours on end while other times he climaxed in minutes. Lately, he'd avoided her as much as possible -- too busy rallying the troops behind his cause, no doubt. Like a fool, she'd given him the respite he desired. Well, no more. She burned for him. He would give her what she wanted.
Not taking any chances, she slipped a hefty, hinged metal cock ring behind his balls and clicked it closed around his cock. That would keep him hard and delay his ejaculation.
He growled at her as the icy burn of his cock sealed the ring tight.
She straightened and tossed her long, curly red hair over her shoulder, baring her breasts. "Do you want me now, Cyan?"