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Xylon
Warriors 1
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"The sex is beyond intense and totally graphic.
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EXCERPT
Dark. Muscular. Deadly dangerous.
That’s all she could see. And feel. Black clothes, black hair, black eyes. Black stubble against lightly tanned skin. Massive chest. Solid. Over six feet tall, for sure. He loomed above her five-foot, seven-inch frame.
She tried to jerk away.
The man’s fingers left her mouth and clamped onto her arm. He dragged her deeper into the shadows. This wasn’t the third man. He had thick hair, and his lips were fuller, his jaw line stronger.
“Let go!”
“Quiet,” he whispered harshly. “You don’t want to be their next victim.”
“I need to call the police. To help her, if she’s being forced.” And get myself the hell out of here. She tried to get a better look at the man holding her, but clouds had moved across the moon again, casting shadows along his face. She did notice his scent—hot and spicy.
“It’s too late. They’ve already begun the Initiation.” His voice rasped deep in his throat.
“Initiation?” Was this a college fraternity stunt? It couldn’t be. She’d seen almost inhuman things. Been unable to move. Or so she thought. But then, a dark graveyard had a tendency to distort one’s perception. Perhaps she’d just suffered a panic attack. That could temporarily paralyze a person and cause her to think she’d seen things she probably hadn’t.
Alexa didn’t know. She only knew that she’d stumbled upon something beyond her comfort level and understanding.
Escape was her only thought. The hell with anything else. She’d find another way to recover her mother’s journal and unlock the secrets of her life.
As far as Alexa knew, the man who pulled her into the deep shadows could be part of the gang-bang group, too. Their lookout. Not about to trust anyone without a uniform and a great big gun, she drew back her boot and kicked him in the shin.
He released her arm. “Ye-ow! Dammit!”
She ran for her life. If the hounds of hell had been after her, she couldn’t have been more afraid. No way was she going to become anyone’s next victim or nocturnal plaything. Nor did she want to witness any more erotic, kinky, or fetish-type acts for the rest of her life.
* * * * *
Braden watched the woman flee the cemetery. Her honey-blonde hair, which shone like a beacon in the night, fell from its bun and swept out behind her.
He limped around in a circle, working out the pain she’d inflicted. His instinct was to go after her. Now. Before she ran into one of the Egesa.
She’d ventured too close to the Initiation Rite and gotten trapped in the paralyzing protection shield they’d erected. Luckily, he was able to release her by zapping the field with a pin-laser.
A chuckle in the darkness stopped him cold.
“She got away from you, Braden.”
He stiffened and slowly turned toward the voice, his pain forgotten. “Checking up on me, Laszlo?” He hadn’t expected the man to leave the ship and set foot on-planet. But then, he hadn’t expected him to come on this mission at all, given the importance of his duties back on Xylon.
Taller than even Braden’s six-feet, two-inches, he stepped out of the shadows. The smile faded from his face, and his lips tensed. “They didn’t violate her, did they?”
“No. The decoy worked.” Alexa was their intended target. But Laszlo had found a volunteer—or in Braden’s opinion, a sacrifice—a similar-looking woman willing to take her place for the good of the cause, once Laszlo learned of the note they’d sent to lure Alexa out, their lie about having the journal.
Looking toward the crypts, Laszlo nodded. “Good. I did not like giving them one of our women, but she will make a good spy for us.”
“Don’t count on that, Laszlo. They have a great deal of power over her already. She could very well turn and decide to serve them willingly. Rough sex has always been her weakness. They must have sensed it and are using her need to their advantage. They’re going at her hard.”
Another sharp cry into the night, and a woman’s plea of, “More! Yes!” cut through the darkness.
“Rough sex isn’t limited to the Egesa.”
“No. But their particular nastiness is. That may be something she craves and is unable to get from us.” Braden felt the need to charge in and drag her out, save her while he could. Volunteer or no, this situation didn’t set well with him. Just because she wasn’t a breeder didn’t make her life any less valuable…in his eyes, at least.
Laszlo’s concerned gaze swept the graveyard. His next words came out slow, but determined. “It’s for the best. We can’t lose Alexa. Maybe our woman will fool the Egesa long enough for us to do what we need to, undetected. Very few females remain with the proper DNA to breed with us. We have to initiate as many as we can before it’s too late.”
“Alexa doesn’t even know who she is. How important she is to Xylon.”
Laszlo’s attention drifted back to him, his blue eyes glowing in the night. “She will. Soon. But not by my hand.”
Braden shivered at the intensity of the man’s stare. “I don’t understand.” The Council had already given Laszlo permission to proceed.
“I want you to initiate her, Braden.”
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