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Warrior’s Mate: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance by Alyce Guertin

First he made me beg. Then his instincts took control.

When my expedition was attacked, Sayk saved my life. Then he carried me off.

But even after this alien brute spanked me into humiliating surrender and made me beg for the climax my traitorous body needed so desperately, I vowed he would never truly master me.

It didn’t matter.

He lost control and instinct claimed him. Then he claimed me.

As his mate.

 

 

Publisher’s Note: Warrior’s Mate is the second book in the Valcan Mates series but can be read as a standalone. It includes spankings and rough, intense sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Alyce Guertin

eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$5.99

Length: 63,900 words

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“You mean to spank me?” I almost choked. This was outrageous, unthinkable. “You can’t be serious.”

“I mean to teach you a lesson you should have learned a long time ago,” Sayk answered and there was a heaviness to his voice that was all too male.

My clit responded, pulsing with need. Demanding a touch.

As shock prevented me from reacting, a large hand slid down my spine, then gripped the waist of my fine cotton pants. He yanked them down easily, the elastic waist giving little protest. Sayk didn’t stop until they fell to the floor, useless.

There I stood, my face against the cool stone wall, my backside exposed, my nudity covered only by the flimsy white cotton material of my panties. The smell of female lust filled the air as my pussy spilled more arousal. I was so wet it coated the inside of my legs, dripping down my thighs on both sides.

I was wet like an animal and about to be punished like one. It was wrong, all wrong. I was a strong woman, a scientist. I should not be aroused by the prospect of being punished.

Long, strong fingers spread across my left ass cheek, covering it entirely. For a single moment, time stopped as his hand slid down and between my legs, cupping my drenched pussy. His fingers spread there in the wetness as shame burned through me like a wildfire.

“Oh, yes, you will beg,” Sayk said, satisfaction heavy in his voice. “You will beg and you won’t forget the lesson I will teach you tonight.”

“Never.”

He chuckled, withdrawing his hand. The sound of his laughter was like a slap in my face and all of a sudden, I wasn’t a doctor anymore. I wasn’t an educated, civilized woman. I was an animal, vicious and cornered. With nothing to lose.

I fought like a hellcat. Screaming and scratching, kicking blindly behind me, struggling with everything I had against Sayk’s hold.

It did nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Yes, that’s it. Fight me,” Sayk said as I kicked, spewing insults at him. “It will only make me want to punish you more.”

Those strong fingers gripped my panties and yanked them down, exposing my bare ass to the air. I renewed my efforts to get free, pushing against the wall, twisting in Sayk’s hold.

It didn’t matter.

The first slap against my flesh resounded in the confines of the room, indecent and loud. For a moment, I was stunned, motionless. Then the second slap came and with it, the pain. A stinging burn spread across my sensitive flesh.

I wasn’t stunned anymore. I fought even harder, screeching, hissing, scratching with my tiny nails at Sayk’s arms.

He kept spanking me in sharp, stinging blows, undeterred by my efforts. Somewhere along the way, I exhausted myself. As I finally gave up, Sayk never stopped. His blows were measured, controlled, precise. He covered every inch of my skin, blow after blow until the burn reached over my entire backside.

During all that time, wetness kept spreading between my legs and my clit pulsed with a steady, imperious need. I was furious. I was humiliated. I was hurting. And most of all, I was so turned on, I would do anything to get a release.

Finally, just when I knew I could take no more, he stopped. Silence descended on the room, disturbed only by the sound of our breathing. Mine fast and shallow and Sayk’s steady and even.

“Are you ready to beg me now?”