A Random Excerpt (Warning – it’s naughty!)

by | Mar 16, 2010 | 0 comments

This is from Shifting Lust, my very first release. Sex in space with a shifter of a very different kind. Enjoy…

2006 CAPA Nominee – Best Fantasy Erotica

Literary Nymphs Golden Blush Recommended Read

Shifting Lust

Where Passion Knows No Limit

And

Danger Knows no Bounds

By Lexxie Couper

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Content Warning: Contains graphic sexual content that may offend some readers.

Blurb

“Give me an excuse. Just one excuse to blow you to the Heavens.” — Raiven a’Tor, Last of the Terrans

Working as a body-decoy isn’t exactly the safest job in the six-systems, but Kyra Issarei, Chamelyon Shape-shifter, knows no other life. Until her heart is lost to the famous Raiven a’Tor, last of the Terrans and the most feared bounty hunter the six-systems has ever known.

Two solar years ago, Kyra fled from Raiven to save his life. Now held captive as a sexual pawn in an intergalactic battle for supremacy, Kyra hangs on the edge of madness. Sworn to avenge Raiven’s death, nothing will stop her spilling his murderer’s blood. Not the obsessed Murukhan Warlord, Mur’dek, who keeps her chained in his private chamber for his own gratification. Not even the residue psyches in her head fighting for dominance — psyches that want nothing more than for Kyra to succumb to their burning lust for sex and blood.

Yet everything is not how it seems. Because not even death itself can keep Raiven from his lover’s side. And pity anyone who tries to stop him.

Excerpt

With brutal force, Drean threw her to the floor.

A roar of approval shook the room, a hundred pairs of booted feet stamping a frenzied beat.

Wrenching pleasure rippled over her flesh, spurred on by the aphrodisiac in her blood. Drean’s mouth latched onto her neck, just above the edge of her steel collar in a brutal bite that sent fiery Ambros licking through her veins. Her nipples pinched into aching nubs of tight ecstasy. Her cunt grew hot. “Oh, Raiven!’ she burst out, staring up at the raucous slavers without seeing them. She had to focus on the thought of her lover or she would be lost to the seductive pull of the aphrodisiac. And the dangerous allure of the silent Lappian.

Drean’s hands burned a path over her ribcage, her hips and back up to her breasts. His mouth left her neck and found her ear, teeth sinking into the sensitive lobe with frenzied passion. Kyra gasped, the sound drowned out by the cheer of the watching Ferrellians and the groans rumbling low in Drean’s throat. His legs pushed between her thighs, spreading them wide. Making room for his body.

She squirmed, dropping her head to the side to watch her lustrous reflection in the mirrored walls. Drean palmed her breasts, his fingers squeezing the mounds of flesh. The contact was far from gentle but Kyra’s pussy fluttered with wet heat at the cruel pressure, the Ambros feeding her senses even as her mind and heart wept at her response. The swollen head of his cock pressed against the sodden lips of her sex, and he released a slow, hot breath, a silent animal on the verge of conquest. Ribbons of tension twisted deep into the pit of her stomach. She closed her eyes, unable to stand the sight before her, letting an image of Raiven fill her head just as Drean’s rigid cock slipped into her cunt.

Deafening cheers broke out above her. The beat of the stamping feet increased. Drean’s cock plunged into her clenching cunt as his fingers slid from her breasts to her neck.

And curled around her throat.

Kyra’s eyes snapped open.

“You killed my *fei’lia*,” Drean growled, dead eyes fixed on hers. “So I’m going to kill you.”

Kyra gave him a flat stare. “Give it your best shot.”

With a violent thrust, she whip-lashed her body, bucking the Lappian off. She sprang to her feet, the chain connecting them — from collar to collar — smacking against her thighs as Drean lurched to an upright position. Chest heaving, the chiselled muscles rippled under his flesh as he stood. Kyra stared, her pulse singing. *Gods, he’s gorgeous*.

And he was trying to kill her.

Her eyes dropped to his massive cock, rigid and engorged with blood. *Ah, what a way to go*, Nalyx’s voice crowed.

Kyra narrowed her eyes. *Fuck this*. Grabbing the chain, she gave it a harsh flick, looping the slack over Drean’s head just as he charged her. She wrenched on it, hard. The abrupt tension on his neck sent him spinning and he fell to his knees with a harsh grunt.

Another roar of approval broke out above them, heating the Ambros lust licking through her veins. Her pussy fluttered. She gave the leering Ferrellians a quick glance before turning her attention to Drean.

Planting the sole of her foot in his chest, she shoved him back to the floor. “I did not kill your sister,” she said, heart hammering. Drean stared into her face for a still moment before his gaze moved to her cunt. Fast — almost as fast as Raiven — his hands lashed out, whipping up her thighs and jerking her down. Her ass landed on his chest, her mons ramming against his chin with such force her teeth snapped shut. Before she had time to yelp, he curled his fingers into the crease of her hips and yanked her forward, his long tongue plunging between the lips of her pussy with savage hunger.

The searing invasion sent pulses of wet pleasure through her. His hands pulled her harder against his frenzied mouth, tongue lashing at her clit and into her cunt like a fevered snake attacking its prey. Teeth nipped at the swelling bud of sensitive flesh, tugging on it until Kyra let out a whimper.

The deafening roar from the watching slavers swallowed the sound, but Drean obviously felt it vibrate through her body down to where his tongue worked so wildly. His fingers tore a path from her hips to the inside of her thighs, forcing them even wider until his whole mouth covered her. His tongue delved into her depths, flicking, stabbing, growing rougher and more forceful with every violent penetration.

Kyra’s moan fell from her lips. Unable to control herself or the urgent need building deep within her sex, she rammed her cunt harder, harder against his face, wanting — no, needing — to feel consumed.

Drean complied, long Lappian tongue invading her pulsing channel. *A’Tor never made you feel like this, did he*?