The Daemon Master's Wife: Forced To Serve, #2

By Donna McDonald

Looking for the perfect blend of Science Fiction and Romance? Here it is. 

Book 2 continues the story of alien mates, Captain Liam Synar and PeaceKeeper Ania Looren, trying to make peace with their turbulent marital past. 

Ambassador Ania Looren was content with how she had lived her very long life. If given the choice, she would have chosen death over becoming the Daemon of Synar's physical host. But compelled to save her life, her questionable mate, Captain Liam Synar, made the decision for her. Now she is fighting her own inner darkness as well the dark alien spirit she carries inside her. 

Liam wants her to love him again, but how can she? She's still struggling to forgive what he's done. 

9780988358263

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donna McDonald
• Release date: Oct 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9780988358263

Donna McDonald

USA Today Bestselling Author Donna McDonald published her first novel in March of 2011. Many multi-genre novels later, she admits to living her own happily ever after as a full-time author. Addicted to making readers laugh, she includes a good dose of comedy in every book. You can visit her at donnamcdonaldauthor.com.

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1

So who won the fight? Gwen asked, pushing open the door to the training room.

Ania frowned. It was not a true competition. What is more important is that Synar surprised me and I let him get by with it. That’s what should matter to you from a warrior’s perspective.

Much of what Synar does these days surprises me. Before you got here, he was the most stoic male I had ever met. Now he is as anxiety ridden as any other creature. When I reported to him last, he actually yelled at me. So quit stalling and tell me who won the damn fight. Gwen laughed as she removed her shoes and tucked them under the bench. Did you beat Synar as badly as you do me? And can I watch next time?

Your competitive nature screams ‘Earthling’ to everyone who gets to know you, Ania chastised.

But she did find herself thinking about Gwen’s question as she slipped off her own shoes. Truthfully, she hadn’t really thought of what happened during their fight as her losing to Synar or either of them winning. Fighting Synar wasn’t like fighting other people. She had merely been trying to prove a point, and maybe work off some justifiable anger.

Winning is relative, but by your standards I would say I won. My body never hit the mat, Ania finally said with a shrug.

Gwen examined the smaller female’s skinny frame and lack of roundness with a trained warrior’s eye. Synar is not all that tall for a male, but you’re at least five inches shorter than him. I know because I’m as tall as he is. Are you telling me Synar kissed you and your feet never left the mat?

Remembering Liam’s fierce embrace and her legs wrapped tightly around him, Ania sighed and frowned again. I see your point. Perhaps the fight ended in a draw.

Too bad for you both that it didn’t end in one of your beds, Gwen teased, grinning at her own joke. If it makes you feel any better, right now I’m running from Zade. He keeps asking to speak to me privately. My instinct is to keep away from him, so that’s what I’ve been doing. You want to help me out by telling me what’s going on?

Ania shook her head. Why should I tell you what I see intuitively when you are able to see for yourself? If you are so concerned, use your intuition to discover the reason.

Gwen ran a hand through her hair. "Not going to happen. Zade and I—Shades of Kellnor—we have a history, okay? Or at least we could have had one. I sort of threw myself at him when I first met him. I hadn’t felt that way about a male before him and truthfully haven’t felt like that for another since. Zade refused me very politely, which has worked out fine for both of us. Now I think he wants to break the news to me about his mating thing. I’m just not up for all that awkward stuff."

Ania studied Gwen, blinking in disbelief. Dorian was finally chasing and now Gwen was running. They had traded places in their pursuit, but the end result remained their continued avoidance of involvement with each other. You really need to learn to use your intuition. It rules you anyway, Gwen. I suggest you concede to it as soon as possible.

What’s so great about knowing the future? Zade can just go do what he needs to do. Let him mate someone. He doesn’t owe me any explanations. I admit I felt a twinge when you first mentioned it, but no male is worth dwelling on forever, no matter how nice he looks.

Ania rose and took a deep breath, wrestling with the decision of telling Gwen or not telling Gwen about Dorian’s intentions toward her. When a creature rejected their intuition so adamantly, it had always seemed wrong to her to force them to epiphanies they did not seek on their own. Besides, who was she to put herself in the middle of Dorian and his mate? Deciding to let things happen as they would, Ania only smiled and gestured at the mat.

Okay. Let’s go. I’m feeling lucky today, Gwen said, looking down on the top of the shorter female’s head.

Good for you. One should always begin on a positive note. However, I’m feeling like you’re going to be on the mat in the first two minutes again, Ania teased back. Unless you’ve magically learned some patience since last time we sparred.

Very funny, Gwen said, taking her stance.

An hour later her top was drenched in sweat while Ania was completely dry still. And it wasn’t because Pleiadian females didn’t sweat. Ania just didn’t sweat when fighting with her. From her hated position of being flat on the mat, Gwen sighed hard and promised herself she would change that in time even if it killed her.

Reaching down, Ania easily pulled her determined pupil to her feet. You did better today, Gwen. She grinned when her praise was answered with a snort.

How many years did you say it took you to master your moves?

It took a long time—at least fifty Earth years.

Gwen groaned. No wonder Earthlings don’t become Khalsas. None of them live long enough. My father says members of his family live on average around three hundred years. With my mixed genetic heritage, I could die tomorrow or live a few centuries. I’ll keep training though if you’ll keep teaching me.

Ania bowed her head to Gwen respectfully, pleased when her new pupil returned the gesture naturally. There were some things in Gwen that were changing rapidly. Then there were others that would probably never change. Ania smiled, thinking about several of them that were going to annoy Dorian far more than they would ever annoy her.

Let me phrase my answer in your favorite terms, Gwen. I have no problem ‘kicking your ass’ every day, though fighting you often makes me want to engage Dorian for a proper workout.

"Now that I look forward to seeing—you and Zade going at each other. Even feeling like I do, I’d still love to see him kick your ass," Gwen said, putting her shoes back on again.

Ania laughed. Well, that would probably not take much in his case. He’s been practicing for centuries. I haven’t.

Gwen snorted. I’m trying to imagine a whole military trained like you. Who did the Khalsas fight?

Daemons—for one, Ania said easily, standing and stretching.

Gwen shook her head in surprise. Does that help you deal with your personal situation?

Ania frowned as she answered. Not really. I have been reading all I can about daemons. There were many things I did not know, that my training never covered. Malachi is not the scary ‘unknown’ entity in me now. He is Malachi, and I think of him that way. I have decided that he is bowing to the will of the Creators of All just like the rest of us.

Are you trying to make friends with him or something? Gwen prodded as they headed back to their rooms.

They walked in silence until they came to where they needed to go separate ways.

I guess something like that, Ania admitted finally, stealing a full look at Gwen as they walked. If I can find ways to deal with your volatile Earthling nature, dealing with a daemon can’t be much more difficult. Right?

That was an unprovoked insult, Gwen exclaimed, reaching out a hand and shoving a laughing Ania into the nearest wall. Not so tough off the mat, are you?

I’m starting to like you, Gwen. I don’t want to hurt you, Ania said truthfully, rubbing her arm as she veered off to head to her room. Enjoy your day off.

Thanks. Maybe I’ll see you at the meal this evening, Gwen said, breaking into a quick jog to cover the distance down the hall faster. She was looking forward to a relaxing afternoon with Chiang.

Dorian paced the room as he dressed. So far he had let Gwen get by with ignoring him. Now his patience had reached its limit. Hearing a knock on his door, his spirit leapt inside him, then quieted immediately as he realized it wasn’t her. He opened the door to Synar who—shock of shocks—waited for an invitation before bursting in this time. The tension in Liam’s face had new problem written all over it. Sighing in resignation, Dorian gestured his friend and captain inside with a sweep of his hand.

Were you heading somewhere? Synar asked, surprised to find his Siren friend dressed in more clothes than usual with several hours left before his duty began.

Dorian nodded as he frowned. Yes. I am planning to claim my mate today—if I can manage to catch her alone for two minutes. Gwen has been ignoring me for several days.

Synar smiled. Maybe she’s finally using her intuition.

Very amusing, but not helpful. Where did Ania sleep last night? Dorian asked.

Do not project your bad mood onto me. You’re very tense, Dorian. I haven’t seen you this way in many years. Did you really think that when you were ready, Gwen Jet would just go along with your mating plans without any objections?

Dorian knew Synar would think him completely arrogant if he answered yes, but actually he had figured that Gwen would at least be open to hearing his offer. She was in most ways a logical being. He knew he still affected her as a male, knew she felt desire for him. Claiming was only a matter of connecting all the dots that were already there. While Sirens weren’t the only species to have figured out the energy settings of mating, they were one of the few that truly respected the power of such intimate connections.

Gwen is meant to be my mate, Liam. That’s just an energetic fact. If she is not yet consciously aware of our connection, I intend to educate her. I could draw her to me with my mating vibrations without appealing to her logic, but I do not want to force her into our relationship, Dorian said tightly, shaking his head as he started to pace. I should never have turned her away in the first place. I made a mistake two years ago. Now all I can do is try to rectify it.

Do you think admitting your mistake is going to win Gwen over? Synar asked. If so, I hope you have better luck than I did apologizing to Ania.

Something must have worked for you because I felt your and Ania’s bonding vibration last evening.

"Raging fires of Helios, Dorian." Synar had to work to keep his face from flushing. It never occurred to Dorian to spare anyone’s sensibilities.

What did you expect, Liam? You know I’m aware when anyone on this ship bonds with anyone else. It’s a bloody curse while I’m trying to abstain.

Thank the Creators I’m not a Siren then, Synar said, grinning at Dorian’s pained expression. My time with Ania was two minutes and one vibration long. She assures me she doesn’t need anything physical from me, but she’ll let me know if she ever does.

Ania lies to you and to herself. She’s just hurt still. The female part of her is wounded, Dorian supplied, patting Synar’s shoulder in comfort. Do not lose faith. I have seen your relationship with Ania is meant to be, but to have it, you will have to compromise more than she will. Be prepared.

Synar laughed because for once Dorian was in worse trouble than him. I advise you to have faith also, my friend. Gwen now guards the keys to herself with a warrior’s mind set against an enemy. Don’t turn your back on your fierce mate until you truly win her over. It will not be an easy task.

I can be a formidable enemy, but I can also be a determined mate. Now I see that the centuries are very long without a female to warm your bed. I am done being alone. Gwen will be warming my sheets shortly.

Well, I guess I will believe it to be a truth for you two when I see it happen, Synar said, walking to the door.

Did you just come by to offer your poor encouragement to me or did you have another purpose in seeking me out? Dorian asked, letting his tone indicate his disbelief about Gwen rejecting him.

Synar laughed softly over his friend’s bravado, but with little enjoyment. It was more fun to tease about Gwen and Dorian fighting than to have to inform Dorian about the real reason he’d sought him out.

The documents from Ania’s inquiry were filed today. They announce she is Malachi’s host. It won’t be long before Conor starts trying to find a way to get to the daemon again. If he has means to hire a ship, it will be even worse.

Dorian shrugged. It was always inevitable that your brother would come after you and the daemon. You need to tell Ania about Conor so she can prepare.

Tell her that in addition to giving her body to a daemon, my evil brother will soon be trying to kill her as well? No. Ania has enough to worry about, Synar said, opening the door.

Dorian shook his head. You underestimate her. Ania is much more than you have discovered yet. Ask her about her life when she met me.

There is no benefit in discussing the past, Synar said on a humorless laugh. I would rather Ania focus on the future and stop asking me for her death. I’m running out of ways to say no.

There are many circumstances worse than death. Keep strong where Ania is concerned. She will always need you, Dorian said, but he could tell Liam had already tuned him out.

Let me know when you finally confront Gwen. I’ll send someone to mop up the spilled life force from the floor, Synar joked, nodding as he left.

When the door closed behind Synar, Dorian walked to the ship’s com port on his wall and touched the screen.

How may I assist you, Lieutenant Zade? the computer asked.

Report present location of Commander Jet, Dorian demanded, as he had several times over the last few days.

Commander Gwen Jet is in her quarters.

Dorian removed his hand from the screen and walked determinedly to the door. This time he was not going to be put off.

2

After her body cleansing, Gwen stepped into the drying tube and spread her limbs while the warm air removed the last of the residue from her skin. When that was done, she stepped out into the chilly air of the tiny washroom. Goosebumps danced along her skin as she strapped on her female hygiene layer of clothing.

If Chiang didn’t like to rip these damn things off, I wouldn’t bother with this crap tonight, Gwen murmured, hating the absorbent strips that just seemed a part of every female’s curse in life, no matter the species.

She had just pulled on her favorite pair of off-duty pants when she heard her door alarm sound. Grabbing her top from the bed where she had thrown it earlier, she fastened the first few hooks on her shirt as she walked to answer the summons.

Looking through the viewing port, Gwen gritted her teeth at the visitor. Seconds later, she yanked open the door.

I have no time to verbally spar with you right now, Zade, she said roughly, opening the door wider. I’m off-duty and have an appointment to meet someone. Is there a problem with the Captain?

No. To the best of my knowledge there is no problem with Liam, Dorian replied. I would like to discuss something personal. May I come in so we don’t have to discuss it in the hall?

Gwen felt all the tiny hairs on her body standing up in alarm. Since when do you make social calls? What do you want, Zade?

Dorian sighed in resignation, hearing the challenge in her tone. I just need to talk to you, he insisted quietly, working to keep his tone even and his voice well modulated.

Can’t it wait until tomorrow? Gwen asked, turning her back to him to finish fastening her shirt.

Dorian smelled the body cleansing ritual on her. Peering at the images being created by her thoughts, he saw who Gwen was headed to spend time with, and what she was planning to do with him. He simply couldn’t allow it anymore.

No. I’ve waited two years too long already, he said quietly, realizing when he spoke the words just how true they were. I have to be on duty in a few hours, so I won’t take long. But it must be done today or I will not be able to concentrate, especially knowing what you are doing without me.

Turning back to him when her clothes were secure, Gwen rolled her eyes at his dramatic statement, not having a clue what he meant. Nothing new there though.

Gwen ignored the flicker of concern she felt when Zade met and held her gaze without blinking. The urge to step back from him was strong too. She ignored that as well. Backing down was not her style, especially with those she outranked.

"Let me just say this plainly, Lieutenant. Go away. I have a date."

Yes, I know you are intending to go to another male for your needs. That’s why I am here. I don’t want you to go to him, Gwen. I don’t want you to go to other males anymore.

Dorian felt a tightening in his gut as she stared back in shock. Stating the demand aloud started a series of chain reactions inside his body. Desire for Gwen strained the energy modulation he carefully kept on his vibrational setting. Any moment now he was going to start emitting pleasure waves. Gwen would succumb to them of course, but it wasn’t what he wanted to happen. He would prefer that she willingly choose to be with him based on her own desire.

Zade, don’t you realize how strange that statement is coming from you when you sent me away two years ago? Gwen asked, shaking her rapidly drying hair. "The offer to bond with you was rescinded. I’ve moved on. That’s not a big secret on the Liberator."

Dorian told himself that she had a right to be confused, but why wasn’t she capable of listening to her instincts? Or using her Thelorian reading skills? Energy leapt between them. They belonged together. Gwen had to know that. But fine, he’d grovel if that was what she needed.

May I please come in and try to explain the situation from my point of view?

Gwen studied Zade still standing in her doorway. He looked uncomfortable, but also unwilling to budge. Thinking she might as well have the confrontation now and get it over with once and for all, she stepped out of the doorway to let him enter. Five minutes, Zade. No more.

Dorian bowed his head at her reluctant invitation, and then stepped across her threshold. He had never been in her room before. His first observation was that it smelled of her. He turned in a circle, looking around. Her bed was standard issue, but the rich purple cloth covering on it was not.

My proposal is very simple. I wish to be your only bonding partner. I would expect exclusive rights to you in exchange. We will try this until you are more comfortable with discussing other possibilities.

Gwen stared, hands fisting at her sides in frustration. "Raging fires of Helios, you didn’t wish anything two years ago when I wanted you then. I’m no longer interested in you, Zade. As long as you’ve been abstaining—hell—any female will do for you. Go see Calliope."

Dorian shook his head. No. You are wrong in why I... let me rephrase. I was interested in you when you asked me, but I was still trying to keep the spiritual vows I had taken. My vows are why I allowed you to take other bonding partners. I regret those decisions now.

"What are you talking about, Zade? You haven’t allowed me to do anything. I do what I want with whom I want," Gwen said, cursing him for the flutter of nerves in her stomach as she stomped to her sleeping area and started looking for shoes.

We are natural mates Gwen Shenu Jet.

Dorian was unable to remove his gaze from her backside as she bent to lift shoes free from the pile in her upright clothing chest. She was a fine female, and soon to be his female. He suddenly regretted the last two years with a fierceness that surprised him.

"Mates? Have you lost your freaking mind? Gwen asked with a harsh laugh as she sat on the edge of her bed to put her shoes on. The only relationship we have is being fellow crew members. Sometimes that even strains me—like now for instance."

As the child of an elite Siren of Rylen, I have to work very hard not to lure females. There have been no females for me since my last mate died, Dorian said proudly. I have been very careful not to lure you to me, but I will do so now if you cannot be reasonable about this. I do not wish you to go to other males any longer, Gwen. I am here now and willing to satisfy you. You have no further need of them.

Gwen stood and walked up to Zade, tipping back her head to peer up into his fathomless blue gaze. At six feet tall by Earth measurements, she was not overly intimidated by his six and a half feet, but she was leery of his obviously demented mental state. "Zade, you’re crazy if you think I’m going to crawl into bed with you just because you suddenly think it’s a great idea. You need to leave my quarters. Immediately."

Seeing no other way to accomplish his goal, Dorian closed his eyes, blew out a breath, and released the sexual vibrations he had for Gwen, feeling them penetrate her body at long last. To share them with her was even more wonderful than he’d imagined and it went straight to the core of his spirit. Her initial shock and wonderment found such an exact match in him that Dorian wanted to laugh. He wished he could touch her, but that would be taking even more unfair advantage.

Gwen groaned in instant arousal when she felt some kind of sexual energy reaching out from Zade to heat her body. It was all she could do not to attack him and demand sex. Her gaze met his gaze fiercely. His half-lidded study of her was the most sexual look she’d ever received from a male.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" Gwen asked, hating when it sounded like a plea to understand instead of a demand to stop what he was doing. Her arousal level continued to climb as Zade slowly paced back and forth in front of her. She had never seen him look so on edge, and her anxiety level rose right along with her fear. Her instinct to protect herself kicked in—and it was strong.

"Stop walking, Zade. Turn and face me. Oh God—stop... stop this energy thing you’re doing right now," Gwen demanded.

"Shel’aim-ah. Cro-chen-ee, he whispered, making his commitment in his native Rylen language. You are my mate, Gwen Shenu Jet. It is my pleasure to please you. I promise to be all you will ever need in a male."

"Need? No—I don’t need you. Stop, I don’t want this. Not with you," Gwen denied, sinking to the edge the bed as another series of waves rippled over her, moving her level of lust for Zade from hot to blazing. She gripped the edges of the covers to stop herself from reaching for him.

You can undress and touch yourself if you like. I swear I will not touch you without your permission, Dorian said, wishing there were no such barriers needed between them.

If he had been honest with her before, there would be no male expecting her and this would not be necessary. He had only himself to blame. But there would be no leaving her until he had marked her with his energy enough to keep the other males away. If Gwen would just stop resisting her pleasure, he could hold her afterward until he had to go on duty.

"When I got off the Liberator at Rylen, it was not to indulge in physical delights. It was merely to visit my mother, Dorian said softly, walking closer to Gwen. I work diligently to keep my sexuality in check as I have no wish to enslave anyone with my physical longings. The only time I allow myself to be sexual is with a mate. I have decided that I want to share myself with you, Gwen. I’m sorry I didn’t do this two years ago."

Gwen shook her head, trying to clear away the lust that had taken control of her. You haven’t even laid a hand on me. Stop that damn pacing, Zade. What exactly are you doing?

Ignoring both her protests and his need to touch her, Dorian kept on walking. I am giving you pleasure. And when you find your pleasure, I will bring the vibrations of your physical release into me to find mine. It is a small energy exchange not requiring physical touch to be effective. It is something the Sirens learn to do very early in life.

"You can give me an orgasm without touching me? No way," Gwen clamped her thighs together to fight the rolling waves that threatened to send her soaring.

Yes. You might want to lie on the bed to keep from falling at my feet when you reach your peak. Knowing your pride, that would only make you more angry with me. I am a Siren. Your release might be a bit stronger than you are used to.

Gwen glared. With Zade’s every pass, she grew more weak and her clothing grew more wet. She didn’t understand this. What the hell was he doing to her? And why was she so susceptible?

Zade, as an officer who outranks you, I order you to stop whatever you’re doing immediately, she demanded roughly, voice breaking as her legs trembled again.

I will stop when you have given in to your pleasure, Dorian said calmly, relishing the feel of her fighting him. Shades of Kellnor, her resistance was arousing. In fact, it was so arousing he had to clench his fists to keep his hands off her. During the claiming period, his skin produced a strong pheromone that was highly addictive. He didn’t want to risk addicting Gwen too soon. It didn’t seem fair.

I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Zade, but I’m running out of patience. Realizing how close Zade was to being successful with her, Gwen forced her reluctant body to stand up. Though her legs wobbled badly, and her genitals throbbed, she stumbled across the room to where her uniform jacket hung on a peg by the door.

You were heading to one of your males to be pleasured. I can no longer allow that, Dorian said calmly, trying to sound logical instead of possessive. But from the look of horror on Gwen’s face, it was apparent that he wasn’t managing to hide his true intentions.

What I do in my free time is none of your damn business, Gwen said firmly, having to clutch the wall for support when another series of pleasurable waves assaulted her. What you’re doing is not fair, not right, Zade. You can’t force me to have a climax just because you have something to prove. I refuse to let you do this to me.

Dorian walked close to where Gwen leaned against the wall, moaning with her desire for him. Her face was shiny with sweat now and bonding lust ruled her. She was more beautiful than any female he could recall seeing in that condition.

He reached out instinctively, but just as quickly pulled his hand back. He couldn’t touch her, didn’t dare. If he allowed himself the pleasure of stroking her skin while he vibrated with the Siren’s call, nothing would stop him from taking her. Gwen obviously wasn’t ready for that step when she was fighting not to accept even the simple release he was trying to give her.

Feeling himself walking the edge of Rylen mating madness, Dorian shook his head to clear it before he did things to Gwen he knew he would regret. His other two mates had not fought him or the pleasure he could so effortlessly give them. He closed his eyes and groaned at Gwen’s struggle, shocked to find himself secretly hoping his new mate would always be so challenging to conquer. His body strained in effort and he wasn’t even in direct contact with her yet.

Panting, Gwen turned her face from the wall to look at Zade over her shoulder. Admittedly, the giant Siren male was sexy as hell in his determination. If she had been totally an Earthling, she would definitely have been a puddle at his feet sobbing in climax already. But she was also her father’s Thelorian daughter. Her will was very strong.

I’m ordering you one last time to stop whatever it is you are doing to me, she said, hating that her commanding voice was so affected by lust.

Did you ever ask any of your other males to stop? Dorian demanded huskily, standing close and staring down into her face. He felt her on the edge of rapture and trembled at the thought of receiving her release Gwen... you are absolutely the most beautiful female I have ever pleasured.

"I’m also the most dangerous female—you controlling Siren asshole," Gwen ground out, turning her body and the small stunner she held toward him.

When she pulled the trigger, a beam shot out nailing Zade directly in the chest. Seconds later, he crumpled unconscious to the floor. Unrepentant of her actions, Gwen looked down at the handsome male, pleased that she had stopped him from taking advantage, but she couldn’t stop herself from drawing in a lungful of his scent. Zade reeked of arousal and something else that was driving her absolutely crazy. Talk about smelling like sex, she thought, breathing in lungful after lungful.

My God, Zade, you smell fantastic, Gwen said huskily, laughing with the heady pleasure she felt just looking at him. Whatever was going on, her body tingled in places she hadn’t known existed.

Then suddenly she couldn’t prevent the climax Zade had been trying to give her from taking her over. She groaned as she fought it, lost in wave after wave after wave.

"I don’t even have erotic dreams, Zade. Damn you... what have you done to me?"

She moaned, an exquisite release taking her over fully. She fell against the wall writhing in pleasure-pain. When the feelings intensified even more, her legs finally gave up trying to support her. With a final loud groan of surrender, she fell down and across Zade’s mostly unconscious body.

The climax continued, lasting for what had to have been a full minute—maybe even two—with every cell in her pulsing to completion. She literally couldn’t prevent herself from stroking Zade’s chest muscles through his clothes and burying her face in his shirt as she reached the end of it at last.

Then Zade moaned beneath her, his large body suddenly shaking hard under hers. His unconscious, but strong physical reaction, echoed her release and sent what felt like a hundred aftershocks of pleasure rippling over her as she lay panting for breath, still draped across his vibrating body.

Gwen moaned again in response, finding she could barely move, so great was her capitulation. The mind link, or whatever it was that Zade had formed with her against her will, was evidently not hampered by his unconscious state. Ironically, Gwen found herself wondering what the experience would have been like if Zade had remained conscious. She patted his chest as she pushed up, relieved when his eyes were still closed.

You turned out to be one very kinky weirdo, Zade. We didn’t even get naked. Damn it, I always like that part. You probably look pretty good too. Too bad you couldn’t be nicer.

When she felt fairly sure her legs would support her again, Gwen slowly got to her feet. It was all she could do to convince her overly pleasured body to move off the male responsible for torturing her with the longest orgasm she has ever experienced. Zade moaned again and started