12 Days of Xanthus Looking for a shortie that will get you
in the mood for giving, make you fan your face and take you on adventure out of
this world? Look no further.
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Blurb
Burned out from work and failed relationships, Violet O'Shea
is in need of a break. A few weeks at the family cabin seemed like the cure all.
Until a tan warrior built like a Viking crash lands his spaceship and ends up
on her front porch.
Xanthus has twelve days until his slave bands become
inactive and freedom is gained from the Amazon queen he serves. After a life of
being used for the pheromones that incite sexual pleasure Xanthus is amazed by
the woman committed to helping him. Can he convince her their bond is more than
a chemical response?
Excerpt
“Do not be afraid, mistress. I only
seek shelter for the next twelve days.”
“Then what happens?” she asked.
“Then the tracking device on my bands
will be rendered ineffective."
He held up his arms and the fire
glinted off the black bands.
This is
really happening.
She opened her mouth to speak, and a
throaty purr came out instead. Horrified by her behavior, she gasped.
“It’s not your fault, Mistress,”
Xanthus whispered, his dark eyes sad. Her anxiety skyrocketed.
“It’s the hormones.”
“I don’t care if you’ve got a keen
sense of smell, or not, Spock. That’s rude.”
“Not your hormones, Mistress, mine.
It’s why the strongest of the Xanths are harvested to mate with the Zenths. Our
glands secret something similar to what your people refer to as an
aphrodisiac.”
“This cannot be happening,” she
whispered. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.
“Is it hot in here to you?” she asked.
“Please let me ease the ache, Mistress.
It will only continue to worsen until I do.”
“No, no, I’m fine.”
She gritted her teeth and slowly counted to
ten. She sat next to an alien who secreted some super scent that made her want
to jump his bones. She licked her suddenly dry lips and whimpered when her
nipples hardened and her breast grew heavy. Stiff points pressed against the
silky material of her bra, creating a delicious sensation that spiraled through
her body. A pulse began at her core and her clitoris filled with blood. She
wrapped her fingers around the side of the chair and fought against the impulse
to rub her thighs together. Her breath came in pants. Desire became a never
ending wave that pounded her body over and over until her panties were soaked
with her dew, and her body shook from the effort it took her not to move.
“Please, Mistress. Allow me to relieve
the tension. It will only become worse and I never intended to cause you pain.”
She glanced up and fell into the deep,
dark pools of his eyes. Her body felt heavy and drugged and she watched him
approach her through hungry eyes. She wanted to taste every inch of his golden
flesh. He pulled the shotgun from her limp fingers and set it on the ground
beside her. Xanthus bent over and placed an arm on either side of her body. She
inhaled, dragged his scent deep into her lungs. Her nostrils flared. He smelled
like the air just before rain mixed with something exotic and mouth watering.
Her hand touched the heated flesh of his chest. When had her hand moved? Violet glanced up at him and her vision
blurred. She blinked and found his cheek pressed against her own. He nuzzled at
her like a cat. The skin to skin contact kicked her sex drive into warp speed.
She turned her head to the left and
captured his lips with her own. Xanthus tasted sinful, full bodied and sweet
with a bite. His body tensed and he paused, his lips resting against hers
without moving. Perhaps they didn’t kiss on Zenton. She thrust her tongue in
between his full lips, determined to show him how kissing worked. Her hands curled
and her fingers scraped along his chest. His mouth moved against hers,
tentative and awkward. It was sweet in a way. For a brief moment, she wondered
what the slaves did on his planet. Then he moaned and rational thought flew out
the window when he responded. He went from shy to ravenous as he devoured her
like a man lost in the dessert too long at a well. Violet had never felt
passion like this. Xanthus hadn’t even touched her anywhere but her lips, and
she was literally dripping. Her nectar ran from her pussy down to her upper
thighs, soaking her blue jeans. They pulled apart for air and his skin once
more caught her gaze. Perfection. She
leaned in to lick a path around his pert nipple. The salty taste danced along
her palette and she traced a slick path around his chest.
She continued to tease him; each pass
she made with her tongue moved closer and closer to his nipple but never
actually touched it. His muscles tensed. Sweat formed on his skin and she made
her move. She paired a swift pinch of his left nipple with a gentle bite to his
right. Xanthus jerked. His face flushed and his breathing grew rough as she
persisted with her tongue torture. Violet ran her hands over every inch of his
body she could reach, as she learned him and his reactions.
“I wish to pleasure you.” His voice
rumbled in his chest. God, how could a man so subservient be so damned alluring
at the same time? She’d unleashed an inner Dominatrix she hadn’t known existed.
Something about those pheromones he produced loosed all her inhibitions.
“Mmhmm, I like the sound of that. Put a
hurting on my pussy, Xanthus.”
A sound more akin to an animal then a
man burst free and he leaned forward to take her swollen nipples into his mouth
through her shirt and her bra. She sucked in breath between her teeth and
arched. The wet heat he provided made her shiver. He sucked and nibbled as his
hand massaged her opposite breast. Her fingers itched to hold on to something
more than the hard underside of the chair. She freed them, buried them into his
thick hair, and purred. The luxurious, silken strands felt heavenly. A shimmer
in the air caught her eye. Her jaw fell open when she found herself nude in
front of him. He’d put some kind of alien whammy on her clothing! She opened
her mouth to protest when his hands stopped working their magic on her bare
breast and moved down to spread her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees and
dove in between her legs like a swimmer into a pool.
His tongue blazed a path between her
wet lips once, twice, and then he flicked her swollen button and drove his
stiff tongue into her tight entrance. She screamed as the penetration tossed
her into a toe-curling, spine tingling completion. Light burst behind her lids.
Her body went spastic as every nerve ending she had fired at one time. When she
came to, he still lapped at her pussy. He looked up as if he sensed her eyes on
him. His tongue paused in mid lick and he pulled back.
“What did you do to me?” Her voice was
as shaky as her body.
“When I’m aroused, my glands secret a
chemical that heightens my partner's arousal.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” The man was literally engineered for sex!
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t
understand.”
He shook his head and she focused in on
his face. His lips shone with her juices. Heat infused her face. What had she just allowed a complete
stranger to do? No. Not just a stranger, an alien. She’d never had an after
buzz killed so fast. She crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.
“You need to stop calling me Mistress.
My name is Violet.”
“You would let me address you by the
name given by your birth mates?”
“Yes, you came here to gain your
freedom, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Then it’s time you stand up and take
some of it back. I do not rule you in any way, Xanthus. I’ll help you hide
away. I could never sit back and allow anyone to be taken back into slavery.
But I have two things to ask. Keep your… body parts-” she gestured with her
hand. “-to yourself, and please return my clothes from wherever you zapped them
off to.”
He nodded and she felt the light weight
of cloth and denim.
“The other wish I will not be able to
grant, Mi-”
She glared and he paused.
“Violet.”
“Why not?”
“Because you are my Mistress, the
connection has already been made; it can’t be taken back, unless I get a new
Mistress.”
“Wait! Are you telling me this
insatiable need for sexual contact will continue on indefinitely?”
“Yes, but it will lessen and soon the
effects will only be felt when it’s time to be intimate.”
She sighed as she placed her hands on her
head. "Before we get into this we need to get you something to wear. Maybe
it'll block some of that potent scent you have," Violet said standing from
the couch.
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He accepted the glass with a twitch at the corners
of his mouth. “Yes, I assume I will.” He watched her as he took his first sip.
Rozella saw the moisture of the wine on his lips and fought the urge to lick
them. But then again, what was stopping her? Isn’t that what he was here for?
Did they really want to waste time with their life stories?
“No.” He grinned, set
his glass on the nightstand, and rose to stand before her. His chest was almost
touching hers. Her nipples hardened beneath the material of her dress. “Maybe
after,” he murmured right before he caught her mouth with his own.
