REVIEWS:
I
first fell in love with Larik reading the Starlight Chronicles book,
Pale Stars In Her Eyes. I already know him to be considerate and
gentle but capable of ruthless cunning when necessary. Trey York
may be an egotistical flyboy, but he is as determined as Larik to
ensure Aspen enjoys sacrificing her virginity for their needs. Most
of the story takes place in their isolation unit with lots and lots
of well written, very exciting sex and still manages to be not only
fresh and arousing, but filled with suspense and intrigue. The Covenant
is an enthralling action adventure with a touching albeit unusual
love story and includes a cunning terrorist threat twenty-five years
in the making as well as the best sex I’ve read in some time.
The futuristic saga stands alone and in my opinion stands out as
one of the better stories I’ve read this year. I was thoroughly
and delightfully entertained.
Karen
Haas
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
EXCERPT:
With
effort, she leaned back, breathing erratically. Unfortunately, Trey
knew exactly how he affected her from the faint, attractive smile
on his talented mouth.
His
hands caressed her waist. “Since you haven’t done this
before, let me start by telling you naked is better. Lift your arms.”
The
request, given in a low sexy tone, was accompanied by a tug that
pulled the less than adequate shirt she wore upward. Aspen let York
pull it over her head, trying to fight the embarrassment she felt
over being both half-naked in front of them and that her breasts
felt tight and full. Her nipples actually tingled.
Warm
hands cupped her flesh, lifting, weighing. “Very nice, Lieutenant.”
Trey’s gaze was heavy as he fondled her, rubbing her nipples
with palms, cradling her breasts with reverent care. “These
are some spectacular tits.”
“I’m
glad you approve.” The sarcasm in her tone was offset by a
breathless gasp as he rubbed a thumb over one taut crest. Sensation
streaked down to center between her legs and she wasn’t prepared
for the pleasurable rush of moisture. His long fingers looked dark
against her paler skin.
“I
think she likes that.” Larik Armada spoke in his usual amused
drawl. He’d set aside his drink and she felt him move up behind
her. Warm lips grazed her nape as he lifted her heavy hair and nuzzled
the back of her neck. “Let’s get the rest off.”
By
the stars, there were two of them, one of her, and they both dwarfed
her in size. Feeling outnumbered and out of her depth, Aspen was
a little weak in the knees. York pulled loose the drawstring tie
on the lightweight pants provided and eased the material down past
her hips. It pooled on the floor and her whole body felt flushed
as they both stared at her.
“Oh,
hell yes.” Trey York raked her bared body with a scorching
glance. His crystalline eyes glittered. “That’s pretty
much what I’ve been imagining.”
“We
both have, let’s face it. Let’s move to the bed.”
Armada lifted her with what seemed like effortless ease, carried
her into the sleeping chamber, and deposited her on the cool linens
of the bed provided for just what they wanted from her. He leaned
over, one arm braced on either side of her body, and his mouth brushed
hers, lifted and then settled back in a long, leisurely kiss. Vaguely
she was aware Trey took off his clothes, but her whole world seemed
to be the seductive pressure of Larik’s mouth and the light,
teasing sweep of his tongue.
At
twenty-five, even if she hadn’t been to bed with any of the
dozens of men who tried to get her there, she’d been kissed
often enough. Before now, she hadn’t really thought much of
the process. These two seemed have a special talent or a hell of
a lot of practice. Maybe both. There was no doubt she was beginning
to feel strangely unafraid of what was going to happen, a languid
sense of enjoyment replacing her trepidation.
She
felt pressure on her thighs, easing them apart. Trey’s palms
were gentle but insistent. “Spread open, Lieutenant. I promise
you’re really going to melt down over this. I’ve yet
to meet a female who doesn’t.”
She
was innocent physically, but not uneducated. Men and women pleasured
each other orally, but she had no idea of the exact sensation. Larik
continued to kiss her, exploring her mouth, and one of his long-fingered
hands stroked her bared breast, playing with the erect nipple. But
at her jerk of reaction over the first warm lick across her labia,
he chuckled and broke away.
His
sapphire eyes held both fire and the usual teasing glint. “I
don’t want to distract you. Just enjoy. If you’ve never
climaxed, I’m glad I’m going to get to see your first
time. Relax and let it happen.”
Trey’s
dark head nestled between her open legs, his mouth grazing her pussy.
Aspen wasn’t sure if it shocked or aroused her. Both probably.
His long fingers parted her folds and he made a low sound in his
throat as he laved the sensitive exposed tissue.
She
thought for a moment she would go through the ceiling as he found
a spot that made sweat prickle out over her skin.
It
felt…incredible.
“Now
this is one sweet pink little clit.” He opened her further
and she could feel the coolness of the air on that vulnerable bundle
of nerves. With a light exhale, he blew across it.
Aspen
fought an undignified moan. When he began to tease her clitoris
with the tip of his tongue, the sound escaped anyway. Pleasure washed
over in warm waves, like the thermal heated seas of Minoa, lapping,
enveloping, consuming.
She
spread her legs wider and arched her back, panting as her whole
body quivered. Trey continued the erotic assault, first licking
until the room seemed to spin, and then moving downward to spear
his tongue into her opening, invading her pussy with sexy, hot strokes
before moving upward again to circle her clit.
Something
incredible happened. She could feel it in her breasts, in the tense
coil in her stomach, and in the pulsing need between her legs. Two
strong hands cupped her ass and lifted her hips and he pressed his
mouth fully against her and suckled.
Her
world tore apart. The savage pleasure shot her into space and she
shut her eyes at the power of it, her body shaking uncontrollably
as something snapped and broke and she let out a primal, unrestrained
scream of enjoyment. The contractions in her vagina rippled over
and over and she fought for breath, the exquisite sensation so acute
she could not believe it.
A
few moments later, limp and disbelieving at her uninhibited reaction,
she felt Trey kiss her inner thigh. There was just the slightest
smug note to his tone when he said, “I promised you would
like it, Lieutenant.”
How
mortifying to know that not only was he right, but she’d had
quite an audience for her abandoned reaction to her climax. With
reluctance, she lifted her lashes.
*
* * *
Larik
wasn’t sure what was more arousing, the sight of one of the
most beautiful females he’d ever seen sprawled on the bed,
legs still apart, her slim thighs streaked with moisture from her
sexual fluids, or the almost dazed look on her flushed face in the
aftermath of her first orgasmic experience. Any doubts he had over
her acquiescence to their needs were banished by what he had just
seen of her passionate side. He’d suspected it existed all
along.. Outwardly she might seem like a cool female, but obviously
she guarded that facet under the guise of an aloof, business-like
professional.
Yes,
the military officer was part of her, but the woman was in there
also, all wrapped up in one of the most delectable packages he’d
ever seen.
Long
supple limbs, alabaster flawless skin, and all that long raven hair,
right now spilled over the pale bed in a glossy pool. York was right,
her breasts were spectacular, full, high and firm, the flesh quivering
as she still fought for each convulsive breath, tipped by dusky
rose nipples he couldn’t wait to taste.
As
if choreographed, he and Trey both climbed on the bed at the same
time, one on each side. Larik reached out and touched her cheek,
meeting her eyes, immersing himself in the unusual violet depths.
“I want to be your first,” he said in a low voice, hearing
the huskiness he couldn’t control with inner rueful amusement.
“Trey gave you your first orgasm. Let me be the first male
to mate with you.”
He’d
removed his clothing and she seemed to focus finally, her eyes widening
as she took in the long length of his erect cock. “I’m
half-human.”
A
chuckle came up from his chest, he couldn’t help it. “I
know. That’ll make it even better for both of us. I’m
sure you know that S-species males and human females enjoy each
other in a unique way. Our larger size enhances it for you, and
your tightness makes it even better for us.”
“I
don’t like being submissive to S-species simply because I’m
half-bred.” She sat up, shaking back her tangled, gleaming
hair.
That
he’d already guessed. “No one expects you to be. I think
you have a mistaken perception of sexual intercourse, Lieutenant.
This is not something we do to you, but something we can enjoy together.”
York
caught her shoulders and eased her back down. “He’s
right. As you discover what you like, let us know. We’ll be
more than happy to oblige. If there is something you don’t
like, tell us that too. Not all females are the same by any means.”
Larik
eased over so he lay on top of her, guessing the most traditional
position the best place to start. She didn’t resist as he
used his knees to push her legs apart, but he did catch the flash
of understandable apprehension in her lovely face. For reassurance,
and because he liked her silky taste, he kissed her again, the pressure
of his mouth on hers slow and deliberate, his tongue sliding in
and out in a mimicry of what was about to happen. He stroked her
hip and then slipped his hand between her open thighs, exploring
her wet pussy, her recent orgasm leaving her soft, pliant, and slick.
In
other words, ready.
Praise
the stars and the moons, for he was heavy and aching, his balls
so full he worried he might ejaculate the minute he got inside her.
When he brushed her swollen clit she made a low soft sound he found
immensely sexy, especially since he knew she wished to keep control
of her reaction.
With
one finger, he penetrated her, and ascertained she spoke the truth
if he couldn’t tell already from her reaction to each touch,
each kiss. The heated tightness of her passage still had her barrier,
the membrane of her hymen unbroken.
He
whispered against her lips, “I will be as gentle as I can,
Aspen.”
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