Set-up: Undercover vice detective Thea Stone, who fate has scheduled to die that night,
has been abducted by Blade Kevlar, a magistrate from the 24th century. His purpose?
To give the doomed prostitute a new life on Jupiter's moon. Unaware of his altruistic motives,
Thea takes exception to the deportation to outer space. When she makes a threatening
move, Blade's deputy knocks her out with "docile spray".
The hazy image of a Scottish Highlander materialized before Thea's eyes. Bronze skin, sleek black hair waving over his hulking shoulders. Dark
inscrutable eyes watching her closely from beneath heavy brows. A nose looking like it had been broken several times flared when she blinked him
into focus. A moustache drooped over wide masculine lips, blending into a trim beard.
Her fantasy man. Familiar yet out of place somehow.
He sat beside her prone body and brushed her hair off her cheeks. The colorful tattoos on his muscular torso shouted for exploration. Odd
hieroglyphics stamped above his collarbone. A mythical creature slithering up his arm to his shoulder. Over his heart, a knife embedded in a diamond.
No doubt a story behind each one.
Thea reached up, tracing the intricate lines drawn on his smooth chest. Her palm flattened over his thumping heartbeat
.
This had to be a dream. But this man breathed. His skin was warm, firm.
Where did she know him from? Ingrained suspicion made Thea drop her hand. Where was she? Nothing looked familiar. She lay in a strange bed.
What the hell happened to her? She blinked hard. Her migraine could kill a bull.
"Your head will clear in a minute," the gorgeous brute said, running his hand down her arm. "Relax." His deep hypnotic voice captivated her.
"You're beautiful," Thea responded in a passionate haze.
He smiled and it lit up his face. "So are you." Thea wanted to worship at his feet.
Her gaze shifted down his flat stomach to his low-slung silky black trousers. The heavy bulge at his crotch shifted and a long outline emerged against
the fabric, distending upward until the head caught in the draping folds of fabric. Thea flicked her eyebrows up in female appreciation.
Good God, she wanted to possess his cock. When would she ever have another opportunity to fuck such a magnificent male specimen? Without
seeing the stiff rod in the flesh, Thea knew it would fill her to the brim. She wanted it, imagined taking its bulk in hand and stroking the pliant flesh,
down to the base and up over the bulbous tip, making him as hard as rock. After a few firm strokes ratcheting his heartbeat into high gear, she'd guide
his thick length into her -- and watch Magistrate Kevlar's eyes dilate with burning lust.
Magistrate Kevlar.
Shit. Now she remembered.
"Stone -- Do you want me?"
Her gaze darted up, keying in on the hungry edge in his tone. "Yes," she said without thinking. What the hell had been in that spray?
He leaned over her prone body as though he meant to whisper in her ear. Thea jerked when his lips caressed her shoulder.
"Wait!" She grasped his bulky biceps, her arms weak, processing his superior strength. Thea felt sensually sluggish, but clarity rolled through her
aching head in waves.
Damn it! She'd been abducted during the most important case of her career. Months tracking the man responsible for her mother's death and she'd be
damned if she would let Joe Fowler slip through her fingers. If she didn't find a way out of here, Fowler would be selling addictive drugs to other
unsuspecting depressed women while Thea lay on her back with her legs spread. Shit!
"Too late." The brush of his soft mustache raised goosebumps on her flesh.
His careful assault was so unexpected, so out of character, Thea didn't know how to react. Was this how men treated whores? She doubted it. So
what game was he playing?
"This is sexual harassment," Thea snapped, hiding her excitement behind a veneer of loathing.
"I have the right to inspect the cargo if I want to." His tongue slithered up to the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe. "But you can file a complaint when
I'm done -- if you want to."
Thea's protest died on her lips. She knew damn well the complaint would go nowhere. Despite the pressure she applied to his upper arms, Thea tilted
her head, allowing him access to the sweet spot on her neck.
Magistrate Kevlar barely touched her, but Thea clenched her thighs together against the gentle throbbing between her legs.
His teeth nipped her neck. Thea gasped at the sting and the soothing licks that followed. Her breasts swelled at the thought of taking this man's cock
inside her. Oh, God, she was in trouble.
His thumb flipped open the top buckle on her bustier.
has been abducted by Blade Kevlar, a magistrate from the 24th century. His purpose?
To give the doomed prostitute a new life on Jupiter's moon. Unaware of his altruistic motives,
Thea takes exception to the deportation to outer space. When she makes a threatening
move, Blade's deputy knocks her out with "docile spray".
The hazy image of a Scottish Highlander materialized before Thea's eyes. Bronze skin, sleek black hair waving over his hulking shoulders. Dark
inscrutable eyes watching her closely from beneath heavy brows. A nose looking like it had been broken several times flared when she blinked him
into focus. A moustache drooped over wide masculine lips, blending into a trim beard.
Her fantasy man. Familiar yet out of place somehow.
He sat beside her prone body and brushed her hair off her cheeks. The colorful tattoos on his muscular torso shouted for exploration. Odd
hieroglyphics stamped above his collarbone. A mythical creature slithering up his arm to his shoulder. Over his heart, a knife embedded in a diamond.
No doubt a story behind each one.
Thea reached up, tracing the intricate lines drawn on his smooth chest. Her palm flattened over his thumping heartbeat
.
This had to be a dream. But this man breathed. His skin was warm, firm.
Where did she know him from? Ingrained suspicion made Thea drop her hand. Where was she? Nothing looked familiar. She lay in a strange bed.
What the hell happened to her? She blinked hard. Her migraine could kill a bull.
"Your head will clear in a minute," the gorgeous brute said, running his hand down her arm. "Relax." His deep hypnotic voice captivated her.
"You're beautiful," Thea responded in a passionate haze.
He smiled and it lit up his face. "So are you." Thea wanted to worship at his feet.
Her gaze shifted down his flat stomach to his low-slung silky black trousers. The heavy bulge at his crotch shifted and a long outline emerged against
the fabric, distending upward until the head caught in the draping folds of fabric. Thea flicked her eyebrows up in female appreciation.
Good God, she wanted to possess his cock. When would she ever have another opportunity to fuck such a magnificent male specimen? Without
seeing the stiff rod in the flesh, Thea knew it would fill her to the brim. She wanted it, imagined taking its bulk in hand and stroking the pliant flesh,
down to the base and up over the bulbous tip, making him as hard as rock. After a few firm strokes ratcheting his heartbeat into high gear, she'd guide
his thick length into her -- and watch Magistrate Kevlar's eyes dilate with burning lust.
Magistrate Kevlar.
Shit. Now she remembered.
"Stone -- Do you want me?"
Her gaze darted up, keying in on the hungry edge in his tone. "Yes," she said without thinking. What the hell had been in that spray?
He leaned over her prone body as though he meant to whisper in her ear. Thea jerked when his lips caressed her shoulder.
"Wait!" She grasped his bulky biceps, her arms weak, processing his superior strength. Thea felt sensually sluggish, but clarity rolled through her
aching head in waves.
Damn it! She'd been abducted during the most important case of her career. Months tracking the man responsible for her mother's death and she'd be
damned if she would let Joe Fowler slip through her fingers. If she didn't find a way out of here, Fowler would be selling addictive drugs to other
unsuspecting depressed women while Thea lay on her back with her legs spread. Shit!
"Too late." The brush of his soft mustache raised goosebumps on her flesh.
His careful assault was so unexpected, so out of character, Thea didn't know how to react. Was this how men treated whores? She doubted it. So
what game was he playing?
"This is sexual harassment," Thea snapped, hiding her excitement behind a veneer of loathing.
"I have the right to inspect the cargo if I want to." His tongue slithered up to the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe. "But you can file a complaint when
I'm done -- if you want to."
Thea's protest died on her lips. She knew damn well the complaint would go nowhere. Despite the pressure she applied to his upper arms, Thea tilted
her head, allowing him access to the sweet spot on her neck.
Magistrate Kevlar barely touched her, but Thea clenched her thighs together against the gentle throbbing between her legs.
His teeth nipped her neck. Thea gasped at the sting and the soothing licks that followed. Her breasts swelled at the thought of taking this man's cock
inside her. Oh, God, she was in trouble.
His thumb flipped open the top buckle on her bustier.
Bonds of Justice 1: Blade's Decree
Elayne S. Venton
Erotic Futuristic Time-Travel Captive Novella
Changeling Press
Rating: explicit language, graphic sex, M/F, light BDSM (spanking)
Elayne S. Venton
Erotic Futuristic Time-Travel Captive Novella
Changeling Press
Rating: explicit language, graphic sex, M/F, light BDSM (spanking)
