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Taming The Alien Warriors by Rie Warren
Title: Taming the Alien Warriors
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 3
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Warriors M/M/F Romance
Release Date: April 9, 2018
If two cocks are better than one, then M/M/F-alien-human-ménage must be a triple-treat.
Dex and Jedrek are famed Zenithian warriors of the Valkrane class. Close friends and comrades for decades, the two males tough it out on the training grounds, share living quarters, and even take the same females to bed. But now, newfound lust for Dex has consumed Jedrek for months, and he’s about to make the male his latest conquest.
Enter Laurel. Sweet, human, female, but far from oblivious. For years, the massive pair of warriors have maintained careful distance while making sure no others take advantage of her maiden charms. And Laurel’s about fed up with them cock-blocking her.
When new danger descends on Zenithia, Jedrek, Dex, and Laurel are thrown into close quarters, which only ignites their three-way lust to boiling point. Just as ultimate intergalactic love seems within their reach, the plot against humans on Zenithia reaches its deadliest endgame.
The doors slid closed behind Jedrek, and he immediately unbuckled his chestplate. With a twist of his brawny bronzed shoulders he shrugged free, leaving his torso bare.
I inhaled shakily, exhaled slowly. “I thought you liked females.”
“I do.” With a prowling gait, he advanced. “But I like you best.”
His pronouncement made my cock leap to attention.
I stepped back. “In that case I guess I should admit I have been hearing a rumor.”
He lifted one eyebrow, continuing to stalk toward me. “Indeed?”
“That you’re going to fuck my ass.”
He leaped at me, driving me against one of the softly glowing walls. “I can’t wait to get my cock,” his hands reached for my thighs beneath the kilt then roamed higher, “in this tight . . . hot . . . ass.”
The moment his broad palms cupped my bare ass, his mouth lowered over mine.
No chance to retreat, no place to retreat to, and no thoughts of running, I groaned harshly.
Jedrek’s kiss was fiery and fierce. His tongue plunged straight into my mouth, and I retaliated. Grabbing hold of his short hair with my fingers, I twisted his head, darting my tongue around his.
The feel of a man’s firm lips so different. Hot as hell. Rough, not gentle at all.
Breaths gusted from our nostrils, and the warm wetness of his mouth alone took my straining cock to the very edge of release already.
Grunting, Jedrek broke away only to lash his tongue along my neck to my shoulder, swirling over the ropey tendons with slow wet swipes.
And then his hand was on my cock.
My head coiled back. “Fuck. Jedrek.”
Sensation exploded beneath the rough feel of his palm stroking the full length all the way to the ripe head, which he ran his hand around and around.
I shuddered, almost collapsing. No other man had ever fisted me before and the rawness of it set my pelvis pumping in rhythm with his sliding hand.
“Can’t believe I’m finally touching you,” he muttered against the side of my neck, rubbing his cheek against my beard.
“More,” I begged.
“You need more?” He nipped my chin then pulled back, taking his hand from my iron-hard flesh.
I’d never known Jedrek to tease, to be so sexual. My body vibrated as hot jolts of need pounded through me.
“Well, I need you naked,” he said.
He whipped off my kilt then rid himself of the rest of his garb while I shucked out of the chestplate. Hard naked bodies crashing back together, our tongues twined and our mouths twisted.
All his bare flesh pressed against me, and his large cock rubbed right alongside mine, another entirely foreign sensation.
My dick pulsed, and I slipped my hips up and down, rocking the whole solid length against the barrel of cockmeat rising rigid from his groin.
I palmed his buttocks, yanking him as close as possible, invading his mouth with my tongue to taste him more fully.
Jedrek drew his mouth away, eyes hooked low to watch our two dicks slipping together.
The sight of both big cocks was insanely hot, sandwiched between two armor-hard abdomens.
“I can’t wait.” Falling to his knees, he dragged his lips all the way down my torso and over the ridges of my stomach.
“What are you . . .”
He peered up at me with half-mast eyes, his tongue rolling out to dab the bead of liquid welling from the bulbous tip of my staff. “I want you to feed me your cock.”
His words were so hot I could’ve shot off right then and there. But it was the feel of his long wet tongue caressing the dome of my dick that pulled a terse grunt from my throat.
Dipping lower, Jedrek licked all over my heavy balls.
My palms flew to the wall, slapping against the smooth surface as riotous heat shot from my groin outward.
He slurped loudly, wetting my entire sac. “Mmm. Yeah. This is what I needed, Dex.”
Breath rushed out of my heaving chest. “Fuck. Why did you wait so long to do this?”
“Didn’t want to scare you off.” He kissed the base of my cock before pulling slightly back. “Now I want you to fuck my face.”
I inhaled shakily, exhaled slowly. “I thought you liked females.”
“I do.” With a prowling gait, he advanced. “But I like you best.”
His pronouncement made my cock leap to attention.
I stepped back. “In that case I guess I should admit I have been hearing a rumor.”
He lifted one eyebrow, continuing to stalk toward me. “Indeed?”
“That you’re going to fuck my ass.”
He leaped at me, driving me against one of the softly glowing walls. “I can’t wait to get my cock,” his hands reached for my thighs beneath the kilt then roamed higher, “in this tight . . . hot . . . ass.”
The moment his broad palms cupped my bare ass, his mouth lowered over mine.
No chance to retreat, no place to retreat to, and no thoughts of running, I groaned harshly.
Jedrek’s kiss was fiery and fierce. His tongue plunged straight into my mouth, and I retaliated. Grabbing hold of his short hair with my fingers, I twisted his head, darting my tongue around his.
The feel of a man’s firm lips so different. Hot as hell. Rough, not gentle at all.
Breaths gusted from our nostrils, and the warm wetness of his mouth alone took my straining cock to the very edge of release already.
Grunting, Jedrek broke away only to lash his tongue along my neck to my shoulder, swirling over the ropey tendons with slow wet swipes.
And then his hand was on my cock.
My head coiled back. “Fuck. Jedrek.”
Sensation exploded beneath the rough feel of his palm stroking the full length all the way to the ripe head, which he ran his hand around and around.
I shuddered, almost collapsing. No other man had ever fisted me before and the rawness of it set my pelvis pumping in rhythm with his sliding hand.
“Can’t believe I’m finally touching you,” he muttered against the side of my neck, rubbing his cheek against my beard.
“More,” I begged.
“You need more?” He nipped my chin then pulled back, taking his hand from my iron-hard flesh.
I’d never known Jedrek to tease, to be so sexual. My body vibrated as hot jolts of need pounded through me.
“Well, I need you naked,” he said.
He whipped off my kilt then rid himself of the rest of his garb while I shucked out of the chestplate. Hard naked bodies crashing back together, our tongues twined and our mouths twisted.
All his bare flesh pressed against me, and his large cock rubbed right alongside mine, another entirely foreign sensation.
My dick pulsed, and I slipped my hips up and down, rocking the whole solid length against the barrel of cockmeat rising rigid from his groin.
I palmed his buttocks, yanking him as close as possible, invading his mouth with my tongue to taste him more fully.
Jedrek drew his mouth away, eyes hooked low to watch our two dicks slipping together.
The sight of both big cocks was insanely hot, sandwiched between two armor-hard abdomens.
“I can’t wait.” Falling to his knees, he dragged his lips all the way down my torso and over the ridges of my stomach.
“What are you . . .”
He peered up at me with half-mast eyes, his tongue rolling out to dab the bead of liquid welling from the bulbous tip of my staff. “I want you to feed me your cock.”
His words were so hot I could’ve shot off right then and there. But it was the feel of his long wet tongue caressing the dome of my dick that pulled a terse grunt from my throat.
Dipping lower, Jedrek licked all over my heavy balls.
My palms flew to the wall, slapping against the smooth surface as riotous heat shot from my groin outward.
He slurped loudly, wetting my entire sac. “Mmm. Yeah. This is what I needed, Dex.”
Breath rushed out of my heaving chest. “Fuck. Why did you wait so long to do this?”
“Didn’t want to scare you off.” He kissed the base of my cock before pulling slightly back. “Now I want you to fuck my face.”
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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Taming The Alien Prince by Rie Warren
Title: Taming the Alien Prince
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2018
Area 51 . . . the new hook-up spot for aliens and humans. Who knew?
One might describe Zaneeviex as cocky, with good reason. He’s been doubly blessed, and his extra endowments haven’t gone to waste on his own planet. But the Zenithian Prince is ready to mate for life. Where does he locate his perfect breeder? Area 51, natch.
Astrid’s no stranger to Believers—crazy folk who dedicate their lives to making contact. As a NASA astrobiologist, she’s studied the possibility of extraterrestrial life forms, though really, she just wants to make contact with a man who melts her panties right off.
Imagine her surprise when she discovers A. Aliens are real, and B. Zane, a Zenithian Prince, doesn’t just melt her panties, he absolutely incinerates her body into a pile of do-me-goo.
Two dicks—and two hearts—really are better than one. Until the ongoing peril facing humans on Zenithia threatens to tear Zane and Astrid apart.
“You were jealous, Prairie.” X’s voice rumbled deliciously from the widest chest I’d ever seen.
“What?” I huffed. “Not.”
Smug sexy alien stud.
A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth.
Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.
He ducked his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them.
He set my hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my fingers pulled them open one by one.
My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest.
Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me.
Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him.
“Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me.
My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands.
“Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”
“You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.
Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.
His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.
I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size.
As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest.
“Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”
“Then tonight I will stretch you.”
“What?” I huffed. “Not.”
Smug sexy alien stud.
A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth.
Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.
He ducked his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them.
He set my hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my fingers pulled them open one by one.
My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest.
Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me.
Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him.
“Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me.
My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands.
“Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”
“You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.
Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.
His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.
I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size.
As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest.
“Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”
“Then tonight I will stretch you.”
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
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