He’d never looked for a mate, never intended to take one, either. Now fate thrust her on him.
Naked, one arm twisted behind her
back, Gwen stumbled down the spiral stairs. The stench of stale urine and filth
stole her breath. The cacophony of hisses echoed toward them, chilling her
soul. Red eyes peered through the darkness. Focused. Hungry. Inhuman. Fixed on
her.
A huge natural cavern spread before
her, colder than the North Pole. Iron bars stretched across its narrowest
point, each thicker than a bodybuilder’s thigh. Mold crept from algae-covered
puddles and stained the rock walls.
One glance at the red-eyed, skeletal
mob penned inside and her knees buckled. Goosebumps erupted over her naked body
and her stomach churned. Pressed against their cage, blood-starved vampires
waited, fangs bared as they howled for fresh meat—for her.
Darkness blocked her vision until only
the smell of neglect and dirt remained. Bile rose in her throat. Her muscles
trembled like half-set Jell-O, and she struggled to breathe. If her captors
tossed her in with those monsters, she’d be toast. Well… vampire catnip.
Whatever, she’d end up dead.
The fat warder’s breath came straight
from a pigsty. His celery-stalk–thin friend sported enormous boils on his
cheeks and hands. Don’t these creeps understand personal hygiene?
The way Fatso groped her exposed
breasts made her flesh creep. Until today she’d delighted in her Marilyn Monroe
curves, but around this pervert, she felt dirty and ashamed. When the
boil-covered guard unlocked the entrance, hungry blood-drinkers surged forward.
The other guards approached the cage,
nightsticks swinging. The prisoners howled, wrapped their arms around their
heads, and dropped to the floor. Weakened by their hunger, they were no match
for well-fed soldiers. Wary now, they backed off and formed a semicircle,
penning her in the entrance.
Watching.
Waiting.
Drooling.
For her.
Fatso released her arm and whacked her
between her shoulder blades. Her breasts bounced as she stumbled farther into the
dark cavern. Behind her, the door shut with a clang. The sound of the oversized
key turning in the lock sounded her death knell.
She slammed one hand over her bare
cunny and wrapped her other arm across her chest. Darkness choked her and
terror froze her bones. As her eyes adjusted to blackness, a mass of ragtag
creatures shuffled toward her. Their fangs gleamed through the cavern’s endless
night.
When her spine pressed against the
bars, they felt like icicles branding her flesh. Worse, her generous curves
stopped her squeezing between them. Her pulse hammered three hundred beats a
minute.
Palms clammy, she batted away the
filthy hands that clawed at her naked body. Not that she had a hope in hell of
coming out of this alive. “I’m a trained killer. Come near me and die.”
The feral vampires parted like the Red
Sea before Moses. For one brief, beautiful moment, she thought her bluff scared
them. No such luck.
A giant of a man strode toward her,
his muscles bulging beneath his black leather jerkin. Shaven-headed, with a
goatee beard and neat moustache, he could have passed for a member of an
old-style biker gang. His dominant swagger and bulk made her pulse pound in a
mix of bone-deep attraction and stomach-churning fear. Again she tried to cover
her nakedness with her hands.
This gorgeous man-mountain’s eyes
glowed with smoky red-gray lights—burning coals that illuminated the darkness.
He dominated the other vampires by sheer force of will. “Disperse. Now.”
The mob dropped their chins and edged
away.
His wide-legged, chin-high stance
proclaimed him the biggest, baddest thing in there. To her, he seemed like
sunshine and strength, a savior come to rescue her—unless he considered her his
next meal.
With his pointed fangTs and red-eyed
gaze, he should terrify her. Instead, her tongue crept over her lips, and her
nipples pearled as she took a step toward him. Then her common sense kicked in.
He was a vampire—a natural-born killer who’d drink her dry.
His arm shot out, yanking her against
him. The contact made her cunny ache for more. Determined to escape him, she
thrust her knee toward his balls. Lightning fast, he stepped sideways, but his
grip on her wrists tightened.
With a sexy growl, he hoisted her over
his shoulder. “No dirty tricks, cupcake.”
God, his voice. Rich with bass
notes, it reverberated through her bones. Everything about him, except his
incisors, sent wicked desire blazing through her. But cupcake? She’d show him
cupcake.
His
oversized hand stroked her naked behind before he slapped it again. The sound
echoed around the cavern. Squealing, she beat on his back. Another inmate
drooled as he crept closer. “Need a taste.”
Her
captor shoved at the overfamiliar vamp’s face. “Don’t touch what’s mine.”
A
blast of dark, sensual heat shot through her as he claimed her as his. If she
wasn’t careful, this mammoth with the toe-tingling, growly voice could consume
her in more ways than one.
When she is captured and thrown into a cage filled with ravenous vampires, Gwen assumes she will be devoured. But among the horde is a huge, terrifyingly powerful berserker who has other plans for her. She will belong not only to him, but to all of the vampires of his triad, and her beautiful body will be theirs to use and enjoy as thoroughly and shamefully as they please.
Gwen soon learns that her new masters will demand obedience from their little human, and it isn’t long before her defiance has earned her a painful, humiliating spanking. But even with tears still running down her blushing cheeks, her helpless arousal cannot be denied, and as she is claimed and ravaged again and again her pleas for mercy are soon lost amid her cries of pleasure.
Publisher’s Note: Claimed as Theirs is a stand-alone novel set in the same world as Taken as Theirs. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If
such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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