An Unexpected Rescuer. #mfrwhooks #rescue #menage #reverseharem
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Moving with his built-in super-speed, he sprinted to the abandoned village. Once he hit the main street, there was no sign of her. Her sweet curvy bottom would pay for the delay.
A terrified gasp sounded in the distance. A high-pitched hiss followed, so shrill it hurt his ears. Gwen? Under attack from another vampire? At least, judging by her scream, she refused to go down easy.
Heart beating overtime, legs pumping, he raced down a side street and into a dilapidated new-age shop. He kicked the fallen door aside and stalked toward her black-clad attacker. Mouth open, fangs bared, the stranger held Gwen immobile. Blood dripped from the two deep cuts on his face.
Before he reached them, the soon-to-be dead bastard slapped her, leaving a scarlet palm print on his bride’s cheek. The way she worked one arm free and rammed her thumb in her attacker’s eye brought a fleeting smile to Gore’s lips. He growled when the other vampire shook her and shoved her to the floor. The fall knocked the breath from her lungs, and she lay panting on the floorboards.
Gore grabbed the would-be killer’s collar and yanked him aside. “You’re a dead man, pal.”
Gwen whimpered as she crab-walked toward the counter. Her distress distracted Gore, and her attacker pulled free. Serrated blade in hand, he lunged forward. Gwen stuck out a foot and tripped him. Arms whirling, he struggled to keep his balance.
When he crashed to the floor, Gore grabbed his ankle and hauled him outside. His bride didn’t need to see him drain the idiot before he took his head. “Stay there while I take out the trash.”
The red fang symbol embossed on his prisoner’s jerkin marked him as a member of the Molaresmorte clan. Bronte’s spies had already confirmed that their eldest son, Guy, intended to claim the throne during Lindisfarne’s equinox celebrations. Now one of his minions turned up here. Whatever scheme they’d hatched, the birthright had chosen Bronte. Nothing would stop him becoming the next king.
Five minutes later, Gore marched back to Gwen’s side. His furious growl and intent stare clearly sent shivers through her blood, but his lips curled into a sneer. “Because of you, Bronte addressed the meeting without a bodyguard. Our fellow prisoners won’t hurt him, but we haven’t won the humans’ trust yet. Now I’ve done with that Molaresmorte scum, you will suck me off and apologize. Then I’ll blister your sorry ass for the stupid stunt you pulled.”
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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 Vlaimed as Theirs s a a stand alone novel set in the same world as Taken as Theirs. It includes spanking and rugh, intense sexual scenes. If suck material offends you, please don't by this book. 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.