Theirs : Found and
Claimed
By Ashe Barker
They saved her, now they will claim her
Ashe Barker is my Tuesday guest and I'm thrilled she's given us a sneak peek at her newest title, THEIRS: FOUND & CLAIMED.
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Stormy
Night, 2017
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Released 4
February 2017
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Sci-fi
erotic romance
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Approximately 62,500 words
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HEA
ending
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Blurb
When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of
valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon
a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests,
they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon
themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her
people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive,
and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing
over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize
that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for
females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan
to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her
partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly.
The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she
is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free
to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself
yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their
firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each
passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after
all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes
spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy
this book.
EXCERPT (18+)
Luca continues to hold me, but Sylvan peels his body away from mine. I
hear him, his footsteps, the rustle of clothing. He is undressing, and despite
my apprehension curiosity overwhelms me. I have viewed images, naturally, but I
have never seen a male unclothed, not in the flesh. I turn to watch him over my
shoulder.
“Come around to this side,” suggests Luca. “She needs a decent view.”
I appreciate his concern for my comfort. Sylvan obligingly moves around
to stand in front of me and I watch with avid interest as he removes his tunic.
The sharp contours and rippling musculature of his upper body fascinate me. His
hair is a pale colour; it reminds me of the subtle pastel shades of the floral
plant life that used to thrive on Fyorli and that now exist only in our
databanks. More of this soft, curling hair is sprinkled across his wide chest,
disappearing like an arrow down beneath his pants. I wonder if he might allow
me to touch it, to trail my fingers through the softness. That thought
evaporates when Sylvan pulls off his pants and I am treated to my first view of
his cock.
I believed I knew what to expect, but I was wrong. I gasp, my
disappointment a bitter, acrid taste on my tongue. This will not work. Human
males and Fyorlian females are simply not compatible. He is… huge. He will not
fit inside me, it is impossible.
“Llianna, are you all right?” Luca murmurs in my ear. “It’s okay, we can
take this as slow as you need.”
I shake my head. “I cannot. It is just too, too…”
“Too what?” presses Luca.
“Too big,” I whisper as I bury my face in his chest again. “It is much
too big.”
Both males chuckle, but they seem not to grasp the truth of my words. Do
they not have eyes? Can they not see the problem here? It is simple physics,
surely.
“Trust us, this is going to be just fine.”
Luca’s assurance utterly fails to convince me. I shall just have to
manage, somehow. The phase will pass, eventually. I shake my head and cling to
Luca.
“Llianna, I’m going to roll you onto your back. It’ll be easier for you
that way.”
“No, no, please, do not do this.”
“Honey, nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it. We’re just asking
you to trust us and give this a try.”
“Human females must be bigger than Fyorlians,” I protest. Can they not work this out for themselves?
Did they know all along?
“No, they aren’t, not especially. We’ll go slow. It may be tight, but
you will manage this. I promise.”
His voice is low, soothing, and very determined. He has never lied to me
before, neither of these males has, but what Luca is suggesting is quite
impossible. Despite the evidence of my own eyes, I do want to believe him. I
want to trust him, trust them. My pussy clenches viciously, and I realise I
have little choice, really. What is the alternative?
“You will stop, if I ask you to?”
“Absolutely,” affirms Luca.
Sylvan echoes his promise, and the bed dips again as he re-joins us. “Very,
very slow, and lots of lube, if you need it, but I doubt if you will. Are you
ready to turn over now?”
I gulp, pause for a moment to consider that suggestion, then I manage
another nod.
Luca is gentle as he rearranges me on my back. He is behind me, leaning
against the pillows at the head of the bed and he pulls me back into his arms. “Lift
your hands up, honey, and put them behind my head.”
I do as he asks, the position lifting my breasts as though presenting
them for inspection. Sylvan kneels in front of me, and his green gaze is warm,
admiring. I feel good, in spite of my anxiety at what is about to happen.
“Gorgeous tits, don’t you agree?” Luca reaches around me to cup my
breasts and presses them together. They fill his hands, my stiff nipples poking
between his fingers as he squeezes.
“First thing I noticed, after that luscious arse.” Sylvan moves forward,
lifting his gaze from my breasts to my face. “I hope it’s still pleasantly
sore.”
“It is sore, certainly,” I assure him. The slight quiver in my voice owes
much to the trepidation I still feel, but now there is something else too,
something warm and pleasant starting to unfurl low down in my abdomen.
“Good. So, Llianna, you’re a virgin, yes? I know there were no males on
board the Renascient.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay…”
“But, I do know what is to happen. I have read about it and spoken to
other females, older than I, and I understand. That is why I am concerned that,
that—”
“Spread your legs, Llianna.”
About Ashe Barker
USA Today
Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a
variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage,
gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories
feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink
abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut
lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and
her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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