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Captive Mate: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance by Piper Stone

He didn’t just come to ravage me. He came to claim me.

When the fearsome alien warrior who invaded my dreams came for me in the flesh, he did more than just spank my bare ass and then make me scream his name as he mounted and rutted me.

He marked me as his.

Then, with the imprint of his teeth still red on my skin, he carried me off with him.

Because he isn’t just my fantasy. He’s my mate.




Publisher’s Note: Captive Mate is a standalone romance. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Piper Stone

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95

Length: 85,000 words


“Where are you?” Heat flashes rushed over the length of my body. Then he suddenly appeared from the shadows.

With a thick leather strap of some kind in his hand.

“Oh, no. You are not going to spank me with that thing. I forbid it.”

He smiled and while it wasn’t the first time, at this moment it sent the fear of God into me.

“Humans are all alike. You do not rule, my pet. I do. You will take your punishment like a good little girl.”

Who was he calling a good little girl?

He walked around me, taking his sweet time. Now the crowd was cheering him on with strange grunts and growls. They were nothing but wild animals. And here I was, nothing but prey. My imagination was way too overactive.

The moment he touched the small of my back, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t before, calmness. It was strange but welcoming and lasted right up until he cracked the strap across my bottom.

I heard my scream, but the sound and the act seemed surreal, as if I was floating above myself peering down, unable to feel anything. Then he repeated the savage action, and I was one hundred percent aware I could feel everything. The rush of adrenaline. The rapid beating of my heart. The increase in my pulse. And the pain that quickly skyrocketed into utter anguish. Oh, holy hell, the agony was searing.

This kind of thing had never occurred before. I knew what spankings were but from history books, corporal punishment in households outlawed, only allowed in kink clubs. And I’d certainly never been to one of those. It was crazy to even think about it. I was a good girl in all things.

Then why did this feel so good?

My captor snapped his wrist again with enough force, I was certain he’d broken his bones. Then he issued a sharp volley of lashes, one coming right after the other. As I fell into a lull, I wasn’t certain if it was from the pain suddenly morphing into explosive need, or the savage growls he was emitting. Either way, the moment was intoxicating. Then there were the howls and catcalls from the audience, the crowd in full approval of the horrible deed being done to me.

Strangely enough, a laugh bubbled to the surface as the round of discipline continued. I was somehow enjoying every stroke of the strap, the buildup of heat delicious in every way. When he cracked at least four across the tops of my thighs, I threw my head back with an animalistic growl, comparable to a lioness in the wild.

And I was proud of myself for doing so.

He stopped long enough to caress me, rolling the rough pads of his fingers across my skin, which created another wave of dancing sensations. By now, my skin was filled with them, my toes curled from the blissful moment of ecstasy.

Was the audience chanting? I might not know their language, but it was obvious to me they were hoping for more.