VALAN'S BONDMATE (Zarronian Warriors 1)
By Mardi Maxwell
Blurb:
A Warrior with a Grudge…
At thirty-one Valan Erikson is a fierce and relentless
warrior. He's never lost a battle but he's losing the war with the mating fever
raging in his body. He's accepted that his death is imminent until he's told a
compatible race of females has been found. When he discovers they're Wrothian
he refuses to take one as a mate until the Council threatens to strip him of
his warrior status.
A Female Who Wants to Escape Her Fate…
Lia ad-San's sire has arranged to trade her to, Gorm ad-Jai,
a man she despises. Before she can escape she's abducted by a fierce warrior.
Unaware that her sire caused the deaths of the Zarronian females, including
Valan's mother and twin sister, she reveals her identity and demands to be
freed.
A Complication They Didn't Expect…
Enraged to be bonded to the daughter of his most hated
enemy, Valan treats Lia as a prisoner rather than a beloved bondmate. When the
Zarronians learn her identity they demand she be punished for her sire's war
crimes. Valan realizes too late that he's endangered his mate's life. The fever
they share will keep them together but only love can make them want each other.
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Adult Excerpt:
The tears on her cheeks affected him in a way no others'
ever had. He wiped them away, sighed, and cuddled her to his chest. The fever
in his blood urged him to take her and quench the fire. Now, he'd touched her
he'd lose his mind if he didn’t have her.
She cuddled closer and he knew she was as affected by the
fever as he was, so he raised her head and lowered his mouth to hers. He nipped
then sucked on her lower lip then slid his tongue along the seam of her lips.
She opened for him. When he began exploring her mouth with his tongue she
tentatively responded, pursuing his tongue and the taste of his mouth. As the
kiss went on and her body grew hotter she slid her arms around his shoulders
and stroked his head. He groaned into her mouth when she combed her fingers
through his hair and down to his shoulders. One kiss followed another and her
resistance melted away.
Exploring her body, he followed the curve of her spine from
nape to buttocks, then back again. The other swept over her legs and gripped
her hip. Everywhere he touched left a trail of fire and a blue mist glowing on
her skin. She squirmed against him. Easing
her away, he ignored her squeak of protest when he swept her gown over her head
and dropped it to the floor.
He stroked his hand up and down her legs from ankle to
thigh, and then fastened on a honey-gold buttock and squeezed. His other hand
cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. Her panting breaths
matched his as he combed his fingers through her long hair, arranging it in a
fiery cloud around them. He palmed her breast and she pushed against him and
moaned when his fingers stroked over her nipples.
Valan kissed a path down her neck. Licking and nipping the
tender skin, he slowly moved to a tight coral bud and licked. She shivered and
moaned. He closed his lips around her nipple and hungrily suckled. She sighed
with pleasure and held his mouth against her breast.
Waves of heat rose from her body feeding his fever. He slid
his hand down her belly and over her bare mound, enjoying the feel of her
smooth satiny flesh. Sliding his fingers between her legs, he nudged them
further apart. He groaned, then stroked his finger between her silky folds
coating his fingers in her moisture. She widened her legs and rocked against
his hand when he stroked her swollen clit.
"Valan, oh, Valan." Her voice soft and full of
need.
He sucked on a velvety nipple and slid the tip of one finger
into her tight sheath. As he thrust his finger deeper she pulled his mouth away
from her breast, and kissed him. Her lips slid over his, nipping them. He
opened his mouth and she stroked his tongue with hers as she rocked her hips
against his hand.
"So hot. Burning. I need—Valan, help me." She
planted frantic kisses on his face and neck, then licked a path to his ear and
bit the lobe. "Help me."
Valan thrust a second finger into her. She moaned and arched
against him, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as she strained for
release.
He grasped one of her hands and slid it down his body.
"Touch me."
Lia curled her fingers over him and squeezed his cock
through the supple leather of his pants. He groaned and carried her to the bed.
She clung to him when he tried to lower her onto the mattress. Setting her on
her knees, he undressed while she placed wild kisses over his chest and belly,
then he tumbled her onto her back and came down over her. Spreading her legs,
he looked at her pussy, and lifted her hips to his mouth and licked her. Her
cream coated his tongue, the taste igniting a burning hot flame in his lower
belly. Then lowered his mouth to her slit and licked the smooth flesh, swirling
his tongue over her clit.
"Valan."
Her breath came in hard pants and her pulse beat in the soft
lips he licked. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked. She screamed and
grabbed his head holding him against her. He chuckled knowing his lips would
vibrate around her clit. She screamed again with pleasure. He gave her one last
swipe of his tongue before kissing up her body to her mouth. While kissing her,
he slid one arm beneath her shoulders and the other beneath her buttocks
holding her tightly. He found her opening with the tip of his shaft and pressed
against her, slowly inching into her.
Lia tried to pull away at first then pressed her body toward
his. He grasped her hip and held her immobile as he thrust into her, each time
going deeper. Her body was tight, but accepted him as if she'd been made for
him.
She moaned and looked into his eyes. He pinned her beneath
him and held her still as they kissed and he thrust deeper. He caressed the
velvety coral tip of one breast. "Wrap your legs around my waist,
Lia."
Author Bio
I love the quirky and the unique. I believe in UFOs, ghosts,
and that we have a moon station on the dark side of the moon. lol I have a
wonderful son and DIL who have been kind enough (after much badgering and
hinting around) to give me three lovely grandchildren. I'm a very young grandma
;-)
I've loved reading since I was a little girl although just
about every book I ever read I rewrote in my mind. After a while I decided to
just start writing my own books. My best friend dared me to send one in, so I
did and to my surprise it was accepted.
I love books that make you laugh, cry, sit on the edge of
your chair in fear that the couple won't work it out, and then finally cheer
for them when they do. I'm a true believer in a happy ending and won't read a
book or watch a movie that ends any other way.
I write every day but I always find time to spend with my
family and friends as well as my hobbies (cooking, gardening, traveling, and
ceramics).
My personal motto is "Regret is a wasted emotion."
Live well and happy reading.
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I gotta lotta tantalizing, mellifluous illustrations on 21 blogs…
and I’m more than happy to share,
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