Her Prisoner

By Cathleen Ross

Princess Samia of the Philadean race on earth is looking forward to mating with the captured breeding male. She's in heat and ready to produce the young her race desperately needs to survive. The trouble is, Captain Jake Robert, leader of the American fighting forces, is the sexiest man she's ever met and she wants to keep him.
In a ruse to destroy the Philadeans, Captain Jake Robert allows himself to be taken and used as the latest breeding male. The spy cameras have not lied. Princess Samia looks all woman and takes a man like a Philadean, but that doesn't mean she knows how to love. Jake is determined to teach her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cathleen Ross
• Release date: Mar 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465927217

Cathleen Ross

Cathleen Ross likes to write about the quirky side of life. She loves writing erotic romance. Psychic Sex and Shift into Pleasure are her latest Harlequin Spice Brief releases. Psychic Sex was included in the Naughty Bits Anthology. When Cathleen's not writing for Harlequin, she's working on her Forbidden Fantasy self-published series.

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Her Prisoner

By Cathleen Ross

Published by Cathleen Ross at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Cathleen Ross

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Princess, it is time for the mating ceremony to begin. Empress Razia, leader of the Philadean female-only race on Earth unsheathed a jeweled dagger at her side and held it out to her. When you have finished with the human, cut off his head. She smiled, her fangs protruding.

Samia stood, praying she could keep her face from betraying the horror she kept inside as her ruler's eyes glowed red with excitement at the prospect of a killing.

To show emotion was weak. To be weak was death. You bestow on me great honor. She took the ceremonial dagger and bowed.

Do not disappoint me. Do not show mercy. Do not let the male live beyond the first joining. Mate and kill well. Soon we will have the numbers to attack the human’s remaining colony on the West coast. She rubbed her hands together with glee, her scales glinting in the light.

Samia put the dagger aside, stripped naked and put on the lace corset, conscious of her leader's eyes moving over her skin. Since the original Philadean breeding males had died out in the 2012 apocalypse, the race's features had watered down the last ten years due to the necessary human mating needed to build their numbers.

Though she had inherited the voracious sexual appetite, strength and agility of her people, Samia could easily pass for a human with her long dark hair, sky-blue eyes and creamy skin instead of scales and the slit-like eyes of her race that glowed when aroused.

This made her suspect. Today she must prove herself loyal and complete her first kill.

She picked up the dagger and stood tall and proud. I am ready, she said.

Servants beat drums and the female warriors cheered, their scales glinting in the sun as she strode into the stadium. She saw the captive lying spread-eagled and naked on a podium in the center, a collar attached to his neck. Her heart thumped and the instinctive longing to take him surged through her with fiery, relentless need. Her nipples peaked. Goddess, he was perfect in every way.

Fascinated, she watched as he twisted and turned, his muscles bulging as he fought against his restraints. She had heard that the sky rays from the apocalypse had changed many of the humans’ cellular structure so that they grew bigger and stronger, almost impossible to subdue. This male, the General of the Supreme American Fighting Forces, was well over six feet, stronger than the best of the Philadeans and just as fierce.

Another flare of heat erupted through her body and centered on her sex. Breeder, I am Samia, princess of the Philadean people.

The man stopped and focused his dark, knowing eyes on her. Instead of fear, he gave her a slow sweeping appraisal. The reports don't do you justice. You're far more beautiful than the images we caught on the spy cameras.

The ground seemed to shift at his words. A beauty? She’d never thought of herself in that way. Something wondrous and uncertain rose within, a fragile belief that perhaps he spoke the truth. She'd always been told her looks were an insult to her race. Anger stamped on the emotion before it had a chance to nurture and grow. Silence! You will speak when I allow it.

You want to keep me quiet, Beauty? Kiss me.

He smiled and she noticed he had white, blunt teeth like she did, not fangs. The urge to press her lips to his and kiss like she'd heard people did, overwhelmed her.

In the background, the audience of warriors had grown silent, no doubt they wished to hear and see how she would tease an erection out of this prized captured male.

Kissing is unnecessary. You have been chosen for mating.

Make me yours, he growled.

Her hands went to her hot cheeks, certain that a stain had increased