His To Claim, by Kallista Dane
His To Claim
After a newly rediscovered device for interstellar travel malfunctions drastically, biologist Alexis Sims ends up stranded on Iridia, a planet thought to have been rendered lifeless by terrible warfare centuries ago. To her surprise, Alexis soon discovers Iridia is home to a hardy tribe of warriors—primitive savages, to her eyes—who have found a way to survive on this harsh world. Ayron, a tough, skilled hunter, rescues Alexis and brings her to an underground city.
Once there, it rapidly becomes apparent that her place in this society will be quite different from what she is used to back on Earth. When she resists being stripped and bathed, she is held firmly over Ayron’s strong thighs for the first spanking of her life. Then after a thorough, intimate examination demonstrates her suitability as a mate, Alexis is turned loose in the outlands. The hunter who captures her will win the right to publicly lay claim to her in front of the entire city.
Though Ayron is undoubtedly the mightiest of the hunters, since the tragic loss of his family he has lived in grief. But when he comes upon Alexis naked in a cave, cowering before one of the most brutish men of the tribe, instinct wins out and he fights for her, defeats his foe, and takes her as his mate.
Despite her shock at his primitive ways, Ayron’s raw masculinity and utter dominance excites Alexis beyond anything she’s ever known, and soon she is blushing red and quivering with desire as he claims her in every way he pleases. Her need for him quickly grows into something much deeper, but even as he protects her from the dangers of a hostile planet she wonders whether she can ever truly heal his wounds and take her rightful place in his heart.
Publisher’s Note: His to Claim is a stand-alone book set in the same world as His to Command. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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“Come. Sit. The herbs need to steep in the water for a little while before we drink.” He lowered himself onto a large flat rock, patting the spot next to him.
Lexi shuddered at the thought of putting her burning bottom onto the hard surface. “I’m fine right here,” she replied, leaning against a boulder.
His eyes narrowed. “I said come here and sit. I am your Master now and you will do what I say. Without argument. Without question. Or suffer the consequences.”
She tamped down a spark of anger and held her tongue. She couldn’t handle another harsh spanking right now. She took a few steps and perched on the edge of the rock, as far away from him as possible. He saw her wince as her bottom made contact.
“Come here. Let me see it.”
She started to shake her head, then caught herself. She stood and turned her back to him.
“There’s just a little redness. It will soon fade. And in the meantime, the sting will remind you not to disobey me in the future. Now sit. Here.” He pointed to a spot beside him.
Suddenly conscious of the fact that she was still naked, Lexi sat down and made herself as small as possible, wrapping her arms around her chest and hunching forward. Her hair had dried but the humidity in the cave made it fan out around her head in a riot of tangled curls hanging down to brush the tips of her breasts.
He had both flasks, one in each hand, and he shook them gently as he spoke. “You asked me why we don’t use the crystals in our homes. We did that. Many years ago, after the great war. But people discovered over time even the crystals couldn’t filter the sunlight enough to keep it from doing harm to us. We’ll be fine here. For days, weeks, even months. But if we stayed, eventually the effects would build. We’d start to die and even the salisis wouldn’t be able to save us. Thousands of people who survived the initial blasts died before we discovered what was killing them.”
He uncorked one of the flasks and handed it to her. “Drink slowly at first. Just a sip or two.”
She took the flask gratefully and brought it to her lips. The taste was still horridly bitter but by now she didn’t care. She swallowed, sighing at the blessed relief to her parched throat. For a while, they sat silent, sipping water from the flasks. Then he turned to her.
“It’s clear you’re not a member of any Tryb on Iridia. I want to know where you came from and why you’re here.” His voice grew stern. “Start talking. Now. And if you lie to me even once, I’ll put you back over my knees and spank you so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”
Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.
As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear. Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.
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8/26/2015 07:38:30 am
Thank you so much for having me as your guest, Stevie!
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