Flags: "Spicy, sexy, and sensational! I loved this book.
I gave it high scores all around. This is the beginning of The
Starlight Chronicles and you can bet every one will go on my ‘keeper’
shelf. Whether she writes as Annabel Wolfe or Emma Wildes, there
is no denying the talent and passion that comes through each book.
I await the next one!" —Melisa, Euro-Reviews
is a lovely story. I always liked the stories where the captive
falls for her captors. Or vice versa. Hope I didn't give any thing
away there. The spin Annabel puts on this by placing it in the
future makes it even better. 4 ½ Delightful Divas.
He felt her
before he saw her.
glanced up sharply, waiting for the door to open. The girl was
apprehensive, and waves of uncertainty and dismay rolled like
a lapping ocean surf through his mind. He wasn’t sure he
blamed her, for like all the human women on the ship, she had
been plucked from her placid earthly existence and brought as
a captive to please the men on board. All would later be bred
to keep the bloodlines free of mutations and weaknesses in immune
systems. To him, the practice was not entirely fair, for his government
preached impartial rule, but he had not crafted the legislation
that put it in place. Nor was he involved in any way in the harvesting
program, except one.
He would reap
the benefit of not having to go three months without sex. That
length of time would be nearly impossible, for along with elevated
intelligence and superior physical size was an increased sex drive
among his kind.
being brought in,” he murmured to the other two men sitting
at the table in the common area of their berth. The room was round,
and each of them had a sleeping cubicle. On the other side was
a different room, this one with a large window through which a
bed was visible from the community area where they ate their meals.
into the room served two purposes. The first was so they could
enjoy watching the girl at all times, even when they weren’t
using her. After all, she was there for their pleasure. The second
was to show when she was with one of them, and already occupied.
It was quite
a practical arrangement, for there was simply no way to bring
a woman on board for every man. The soldiers had to share ten
to one and schedule their time, but since he, Armada, and the
colonel were the highest raking men on the ship next to the admiral,
they were given not only the privilege of sharing between fewer
men, but the most beautiful of the captives.
engineer who designed the new super engine that now powered them
with silent force across the depths of space, lifted his fine
brows. He was like most S-species and remarkably good-looking.
Thick fair hair waved around features that were both sculpted
and classically handsome. He was tall, leanly built, and keen
intelligence showed in his remarkably blue eyes, their color pure
cobalt. He said, “I’m told she has blond hair and
the color is actually real for a change with human women.”
He grinned, making his face look boyish. “Her snatch is
just a slightly darker shade.”
the hell do you know that?” Ian Helm gave him a glimmering
look, his long fingers wrapped around the stem of his glass. He
was a contrast to the young engineer with sleek dark hair, high
cheekbones, and eyes dark as the endless universe without stars.
He was known as a remarkably brave soldier, his build massive
and heavily muscled, and he was a good six inches taller than
either one of them even though they were considered tall males.
Ran had always thought privately he wouldn’t want to ever
really see him angry, but normally, the colonel was a very controlled
man and had an agile mind under pressure.
Yent did the examination. He mentioned to me she was a gorgeous
specimen of a human female and her hymen unbroken until he did
it surgically. The blood tests confirmed she’s entirely
clean of any of their typical diseases.”
would ask for such details.” Helm looked amused. “Blood
tests, purity issues, and the color of her pubic hair. Tell me,
did you inquire on the state of her teeth?”
an engineer. We like to know just what we’re dealing with.
Details are important to us.” Armada laughed.
are less complicated, I guess. I just don’t want my dick
to be best friends with my hand for the entire way to Septinium
and back. A warm female, S-species or human, beats the hell out
of masturbation any day. I’m already tense and we’ve
been out only a few days.”
frightened and not particularly willing,” Ran interjected.
“I feel it.”
Both of them
looked at him, their expressions hard to read, but he felt their
first reaction was one of surprise he even brought up the girl’s
feelings. After all, she was just a human and a captive at that.
Larik said, “Surely she’s been instructed our captives
are never ill-used. Besides, at her intelligence level, she must
realize she has no choice.”
It was true,
she didn’t have a choice but to submit and service them
whenever they wished. Still, Ran wasn’t interested in a
woman who didn’t want sex as much as he did. “I just
think we should approach this the right way. The four of us are
stuck with each other this journey in close quarters, and as you
pointed out, Colonel, it’s a long one. If we take care to
make sure she’s sexually initiated with as much sensitivity
as possible, she’ll be much more likely to participate with
logical.” Armada nodded thoughtfully, taking a sip of wine
in his cup. “I want to be fucked back. I’ve never
taken an unwilling woman, human or not.”
Helm blew out
his breath in a small sigh. “I guess I hadn’t even
thought about how the woman might feel. We’re told it doesn’t
matter because the humans have no rights. I just knew she was
going to be here with us for that purpose and my cock took over.
I’ve never forced myself on any female who wasn’t
ready to spread her legs with enthusiasm.”
around the table. “Which one of us then, goes first? She’s
a virgin, though thank the stars and moons it won’t hurt
her because the medical procedure took care of the physical part
of it. If properly aroused, she’ll enjoy it even her first
his dark head, his raven hair shifting across the material of
his uniform. “I’m very big,” he said with obvious
reluctance. “Probably too big for an uninitiated woman.
One of you two should probably break in our beautiful guest.”
was not a surprise, considering how large the colonel was in every
other way, his cock probably was huge. And ‘guest’,
Ran thought, is the wrong word. ‘Slave’ was more appropriate,
but he refrained from mentioning it. He looked at Armada. “We
can toss for the privilege.”
The young engineer
thought for a moment, and then said, “No, you do it, sir.
You’ll know just what she’s feeling every moment and
surely that’ll help you guide her in the right direction.
I can wait for her to adjust to the arrangement.”
Maybe it was
just as well they both agreed before the door slowly slid open.
Lieutenant Herad stepped in first, saluted the colonel, and then
turned and made an imperious motion with his hand. The creature
who answered the unspoken order made the room fall to a sudden
hushed silence as she entered.
The first thing
that sprang to Ran’s mind was that the rumors of her beauty
were not exaggerated. Instead, they didn’t do her justice.
Shining golden hair tumbled over slim, tense shoulders, framing
a perfect oval face. Her features were delicate and fine-boned
with arched dark blond brows, a straight small nose, and a soft
pink mouth. A flush stained her smooth cheeks as the silence lengthened
and they stared at her. Long lashes dropped slightly over a pair
of azure eyes, the color not the almost startling sapphire color
of Armada’s, but instead like the pale stones mined on his
native planet, Minoa. Her body also rivaled any fantasy, male
or female. The girl was slender and lissome, her arms and legs
bare, and from what he could see of her breasts and the depth
of the inviting cleft between them, her tits were spectacularly
large and lush. She wore the standard issue for a female sexual
slave—a scanty gown made of an almost sheer material that
was a token covering but little more.
move or speak, not even when Herad nodded his head at their unspoken
approval of his choice and silently left the room.
The door swished
tore his gaze away and muttered, “You lucky bastard, Kartel.”
The girl heard
the words and her gaze shifted to him. There was a hint of defiance
there and Ran sensed it too, the willful urge to resist even though
he knew she had been warned punishment would be involved if she
didn’t submit. It almost overrode her fear, but not quite,
and the warring emotions crowded his mind.
He met those
lovely blue eyes, holding her gaze deliberately. “I agree,”
he told his comrades, without looking away. “Very damned
lucky. We all are. Now…if you will excuse me, I think I’ll