Miv moved into her
touch, coming closer. His face filled
Katherine’s vision. She saw only him,
and yet it was as if she saw all of creation in him. All the wonder. All the joy.
All the heartache. All the
danger. And all the splendor.
His fierce visage
softened. His breath warmed her face as
he drifted closer. When their lips
touched, Katherine felt a simultaneous jolt of electricity and a gentle melting
through her being. The steel of Miv’s
arms surrounded her, and she sank into the security of his protection.
She was safe. Nothing could harm her when this man held
her. Katherine felt it with all her
soul.
Miv’s mouth moved
over hers, its demands gentle. The wet
rasp of his tongue teased the softness of her lips and she gasped at the
intimacy. Taking advantage, the Nobek’s
tongue slipped forward to tease hers.
Katherine tasted him.
She couldn’t have
named a flavor to describe him. Words
like beast, primitive, hunger, and need occurred to her rioting brain. Perhaps his taste had no real name except
that of man. And not just man. Miv.
The strange feeling
in her gut that Katherine had mistaken for illness, what Degorsk had told her
was desire, grew huge. Her stomach
roiled with the sensation that was heat and ache and need. When the kiss deepened and Miv’s tongue
stroked hers, sandpaper-ish and utterly delicious, the sensation seared her
until Katherine thought she might ignite. She thought she might know how a volcano
readying to erupt must feel, with lava seething until it must escape in
cataclysmic explosion. Her body trembled
with the force of it.
Miv’s mouth slipped
from hers. Only now did Katherine
realize that she had somehow ended up in his lap, her body cradled and held
close to his. Suddenly the reality of
what was happening crashed in on her, brought fully to consciousness as Miv
looked at her with an expression of devotion, longing, and worry.
His voice seemed to
rumble through her sensitized body when he spoke. “You are not afraid of me, are you? I would not hurt you for anything, my
Matara.”
“I shouldn’t be
doing this.” Katherine lay still in his
arms, fearing the least movement would bring about her destruction. Not from Miv, either.
Her sex hadn’t
merely dampened. Like when she’d let Miv
kiss her before, the fabric of her panties clung soaked to her crotch. It was blatant proof of how her body readied
to mate. Her base nature had responded
to the need to couple, to make children even though the man it responded to was
not of her species. She desired
Miv. Even fear for her virtue and
knowledge of giving way to sin did not keep her from wanting it.
The
Earth/Kalquor War seems far away to Sister Katherine and the nuns of the
convent on Europa. That changes in an
instant when an enemy spyship arrives and invades the tiny moon colony.
Katherine’s
world is torn apart when she learns she is to become the mate to a clan of
three fierce Kalquorian men. How can she
save herself or the convent’s children from their conquerors when her body,
heart, and soul cries out for the blasphemous touch of her captors? How can it be that her peoples’ sworn enemy
is her only chance for true salvation?
Sister Katherine is the companion story to the bestselling Alien Conquest, Clans of Kalquor Book 3.
Mild BDSM, including captive sex/forced
seduction, anal play/intercourse, bondage, Dom/sub play, and multiple sexual partners
(m/f/m/m).
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