Teaser Saturday! ‘Swallowed by Darkness’ by Myra Danvers in the Alien Alphas boxset!

Dec 30, 2017 | Teaser Tuesday

Holy shit, lovelies, I cannot EVEN PUT INTO WORDS how excited I am to share today’s snippet with you. For #TeaserSaturday I’m continuing with more hot sci-fi alpha sneak peeks, and today you get the pleasure of reading ‘Swallowed by Darkness’ from Myra Danvers! This girl has yet to publish her Literotica award winning ‘Tritan’ series on Amazon yet (it’s coming, oh yes, it is!) but she was glorious enough to show off some of her sweet writing skills in this incredible boxset. If you ever read on Literotica, you know the username Waterburn because it fucking OWNED the top charts on that site. I assure you, her writing here is just as glorious. ENJOY!

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Alien Alphas (Twenty-three naughty sci-fi romance novellas)

Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords.
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Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.

Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker

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Swallowed by Darkness by Myra Danvers

Imprisoned. Starved. Weak. He’s a warrior caged in the armpit of the universe, a man of worth who owns nothing but his pride and a thirst for vengeance. So why had they sent her? A human. A pathetic, fragile creature full of madness and lies, burdened with an impossible ultimatum—contend with a monster, or die.

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Teaser

“Stop me,” she whispered, spreading her fingers over the heart pounding beneath her palm. “You reject my touch, but make no effort to end it.”

A growl rattled through his chest, eyes blazing from within.

“You can break me without trying,” she continued, letting her right hand skate lower, tracing the lines and ridges. Making dips and valleys jump beneath her touch. “It would be nothing to do so, but you’ve never felt a hand as soft as mine. Have you?”

The growl deepened, rattle becoming more pronounced. A dire warning ignored.

“Tell me what you want,” she breathed, wetting dry lips. Mere millimeters from tasting the forbidden. From touching it.

“This—” he swallowed, shaking his head with teeth bared. “You are obscene.”

“Mhm. An abomination. Absolutely repulsive.” She grinned into that scarlet gaze, arching to close the gap. Pointed nipples brushed his chest, lips finding his as her fingers found their prize. “And so fucking wet.”

His breath hissed between clenched teeth, hips bucking as he filled her lungs and palm with heat. With a ragged curse, he released her. Abandoning his hold on wrist and throat. “On your knees,” he snarled, chains rattling at his side.

Mouth watering, the human obeyed, circling thumb and forefinger. The scalpel clattering to the floor, forgotten for the treat throbbing before her. She licked him, root to tip, pumping his girth. Gathering the nirvana beaded at the head of his cock with the flat of her tongue.

His voice splintered on a startled gasp, and he buried thick fingers in her hair. Denying her.

“Please. I just want—”

Their lips met with bruising force as he pressed her back. Lower lip pinched between his teeth. Nails scraping her scalp, he guided her down, laying her flat on something soft.

“Fucking hell,” she rasped, giving the pitifully thin pad beneath her an exploratory wiggle. “Is this a mattress?”

He exhaled, red gaze following jiggling flesh. “What?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me! All this time you’re over here living the high life with a mattress? Why didn’t you say anything?”

For a moment, he didn’t respond. Simply hovered, braced on his knees, breath hot and damp against her lips. “It’s… woefully inadequate. Even for a measly class six.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

With a snort, he silenced her. Lips and tongue exploring. The heavy length of his cock throbbing above her mound.

“Please,” the human groaned, parting her knees. Reveling in Felidae heat, inside and out. “I… I need it.”

Teeth flashing, he pinned her throat, dousing the spider’s light beneath his palm. Blinding her, without threatening her airway. He spread her, then. Lifting her hips. Settling her lower back on his thighs, legs and pussy splayed. Lewd. Utterly vulnerable to his attention. Though when he sent fingers gliding through slick folds, it was his breath ragged against her lips.

“There,” she gasped, bucking when he found her clit. “Right there, ugh. Please.”

His chest rumbled, and, thumb circling, he set the blunt head of his dick to weeping cunt. Soaking himself in human pussy. Redoubling his attention on her neglected little nub when she arched, her hips twitching and bucking of their own accord. Clasping at his tip. Desperate to pull him in.

“Oh fuck. Oh god—please, please don’t stop. Don’t stop. I’m—” Muscles seizing, the human flinched, gushing. Riding what little he’d give her as she came hard and fast with his hand about her throat.

“Good girl,” he purred, and shifted, allowing her to see once more. To watch as he rode her through climax, fucking her with tiny, rocking thrusts. “Again.”

She shook her head, as of yet unable to form words.

Teeth bared in the dark, he grinned. “Again.”

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Ahem… I… I just need a minute to compose myself. *deep breaths* Holy shit, it doesn’t matter how many times I’ve read this sinfully twisted and hot story, that scene still melts the flesh from my bones! SO HOT! Make sure to come back tomorrow for one more sexy snippet from this Alien Alphas sexiness, and don’t forget to pre-order while it’s only 99¢!

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Want more of Myra Danvers?

Raised by her awesome parents in Canada’s snowy north, Myra learned perseverance from an early age. She learned to speak in third person, via extensive reading as a child, because… well… Northern Canada gets a LOT of snow. And when one isn’t snowboarding, building quinzees, or waking up to teddy bears frozen to the floor, one tends to read about places that are warm—even if being cold is preferable to being hot, every-damn-time.

All that reading gave Myra the gypsy bug. So, after college, (where she majored in professional gypsying) she moved to a ski resort in British Colombia to be a ski bum and chase the winter, because the cold was in her bones and it never bothered her anyway. (Points because Elsa of Frozen is her spirit animal?)

But then life caught up with her, as it does, and now she’s stuffed full of enough life experience to write until transcendence (where she will be first in line to get a sweet android body and travel the universe until the end of time). So that’s what she does, when she’s not listening to the voices or taking apart the electronics just to see their insides.