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• Spaceport: Captured Rapture

  by Lexxie Couper

  Changeling Press
  Publication Date: October 2009
  ISBN: 978-1-60521-282-1
  Genre(s): Futuristic, Paranormal, Sci-Fi
  Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
  Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
  Length: Novella

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Book Summary

Hello. I am AP Enforcer, Raina Mynn. I don’t believe in ghost stories, I don’t believe in space dragons and I sure as shyte don’t believe in destiny.

So why the hell am I getting all worked up over the lunatic on the moon’s surface who sent me to sexual heaven with just one brutal, arrogant kiss? A lunatic in a gorgeous body with blazing eyes who tells me he’s a dragon shifter and I am his to claim? A lunatic who makes me hotter than all the hells and wetter than the widest seas? A lunatic who believes I am his destiny and will stop at nothing to make me his?

Why do I feel like everything he’s saying is true? And why won’t my body stop craving his touch?

Dragon shifter? You’re kidding, right? Right?

Shyte, I’m in so much trouble.

Reviews

Sinfully sexy and better than some battery operated toys, Captured Rapture is a delicious treat. Fast paced and highly imaginative, the latest offering from the very successful Spaceport Adana series is just the ticket to steam up your windows.

— Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed

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Excerpt

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Copyright ©2009 Lexxie Couper

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I never knew what hit me. One moment I was skimming over the surface of Adana’s beta moon, its dull red surface a blurred carpet below me — the next I was flat on my back, wrists pinned to the powdery grit, legs spread, with a man pressing down on me. A cock that felt like a Tellaxion viper — y’know the really big, thick ones they find in the Farthest Jungles — rammed at the junction of my thighs, shoving me with a brutal force that should have pissed me off but instead made my pulse leap and my mouth turn dry.

I stared up at whoever the fuck held me down, and glared into eyes the color of an angry Earth sky. A lone female on a skimmer probably looked like an easy target, but for fuck’s sake, I wore the uniform of an Allied Planet Enforcer. What type of idiot, no matter how desperate to claim a woman, jumped a cop? Especially one flying across a moon at almost twice safe propulsion speed with an Aglaian disruptor on her right hip?

“This kind,” the hulking man who felt made of granite murmured, jerking my wrists together above my head. He locked them in one large fist and yanked my disruptor from its thigh harness before I could blink — or digest the fact he’d answered a question I hadn’t asked aloud.

His mouth crashed down on mine, claiming my lips as his property. I could feel the possession in the fierce and frightening way his tongue invaded my mouth, plunging and plundering. Merciless and savage. Taking what I was not giving. Well, what I was trying not to give.

Truth be known, I was getting aroused. More than aroused. If the man had reached between my spread, kicking legs right at that point, any point actually — the point where his teeth nipped on my bottom lip and sent shards of wicked pain into my center was just a prime example — he would have found the crotch of my uniform damp with musky pleasure. I’d been kissed many times by Raavelian alpha slaves, by Nil Raja master-pleasurers, but none kissed the way this… this… gods, this male kissed.

His mouth fucked mine. There was simply no other way to explain it. His mouth did to my mouth what a cock should do to a cunt. It delved deep, took everything and returned it all back tenfold. His tongue lashed at the inside of my mouth, whipped at the edges of my teeth, mated with a need so untamed I felt the building pressure low in the pit of my stomach. Gods, I was going to come! From a kiss! A kiss!

Once again, as if my attacker — for what else could I call him — heard the unspoken words, he dragged his lips from mine and scored a scalding line along my clenched jaw to my ear. He bit down on my earlobe before he dipped the tip of his tongue into the shell of my ear. Ribbons of exquisite sensations ripped down my neck, across my chest to my belly. My nipples pinched hard, pushing against the restrictive confines of my uniform, and I whimpered. Who are you?

The thought hadn’t finished forming in my mind when he pulled slightly away, not enough for me to see his face, but enough to feel the cool kiss of the moon’s artificial atmosphere on my cheek. His free hand, the one that had sent my favorite disruptor flying who knows where off to the side, closed over my breast, and I gasped, reveling in the absolute rapture that spiraled through me from the brutal possession.

“I’m the one you’ve always dreamed of.” His fingers pressed into the swell of my breast, and I whimpered again. “The one you’ve always feared.”

His cryptic words caressed my senses — as soft as his cock was hard. Its savage, turgid length ground against my sex, trapped beneath a layer of thick, coarse leather but still capable of making my clit feel like it was on fire.

I had to get away.

No, you don’t.

I was drowning in sensations I hadn’t expected to be experiencing on a moon. In a sex-den, yes, after a session with a masseur, yes, but on the surface of Adana’s least-important moon? A place more worthless than a Dollavera clone? While I was on recon?

“Your partner will be fine.” The mysterious man stared at me with unreadable eyes, the hand on my breast squeezing with languid intent.

I glared at him, trying — quite unsuccessfully — to ignore the wet licks of tension unfurling in my pussy. I’d had enough of him knowing my thoughts. I had difficulty knowing my own thoughts sometimes, so it was bloody annoying having a complete stranger, no matter how arousing, do a better job of it than me. “Will you stop doing that!”

A very evil, very sexy grin pulled at lips I knew would send a poor, simple AP Enforcer to the Ninth Heaven. “No.” I ground my teeth together, just as he ground his cock to my still wet sex again. “There is nothing you can do to stop what is to come, Raina Mynn.”

The deep rumble of his voice made my pulse leap into frantic flight. That and the slow way he rolled his hips higher, letting me feel his long, solid, thick erection stroke from base to tip over my cunt. Gods, if that was to come, I was in danger.

“Not danger. It is your destiny.”

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