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Blurb
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.
Excerpt PG
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.
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