Theirs : Found and Claimed
By Ashe Barker
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- Stormy Night, 2017
- Released 4 February 2017
- Sci-fi erotic romance
- Approximately 62,500 words
- HEA ending
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Who is she? What is she? And what will they do with her?
When they board a derelict spacecraft in search of valuable scrap metal, the last thing Luca and Sylvan expect is to stumble upon a beautiful, naked woman in need of medical assistance. Despite her protests, they bring her back to their ship, treat her illness, and take it upon themselves to look after her.
After she contracted the virus that wiped out her people and killed everyone else on her ship, Llianna didn’t expect to survive, and she is shocked when she awakens from a comatose state with two men standing over her. Once she regains her health, however, she is horrified to realize that she is about to enter her fertile period, a uniquely vulnerable time for females of her species.
Knowing that she will end up begging Luca and Sylvan to take her in any way they please if she doesn’t act quickly, she flees in her partially-repaired ship, only to be caught, stripped bare, and spanked soundly. The stern punishment leaves her desire burning even more fiercely, and soon she is writhing in ecstasy as her handsome rescuers claim her hard and thoroughly.
Though Luca and Sylvan make it clear that she is free to go once her ship is finally fully operational again, Llianna finds herself yearning to belong to them completely, and as she learns to submit to their firm, loving dominance, her passion for them grows more intense with each passing day. But when she discovers that she is not the last of her kind after all, will she leave the men she loves to live amongst her own people?
Publisher’s Note: Theirs: Found and Claimed includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
About Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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“How much longer?”
“This session, maybe a couple more hours. Then I’ll see how she does on her own. The virus might well start to multiply though as soon as I disengage, so I’ll probably need to link us up again fairly soon to complete the job. Assuming her autoimmune system isn’t compromised, though, she should be all right after that.”
Luca nods, his attention now drawn to the exquisite form of the petite alien nestled at my side. I can’t say I blame him; she is nothing short of stunning.
“Fine-looking females, these Fyorlians,” he observes. “No body hair, apart from on her head.”
I had noticed that. No eyebrows either, though she has long eyelashes in the same bluish black of her hair. I can’t find it in myself to argue with Luca’s overall assessment.
I wait another three hours before I ask Luca to disconnect the tubes from the alien’s cannulas. She is starting to stir a little now, and she seems restless. We need to handle the next stage with care. She’ll be fucking confused when she does regain consciousness and we have no idea how she might react to the presence of two alien males, and to finding herself on another ship, though she shows no sign of wanting to move away from me. If anything, she is clinging to my side even more tightly.
Before long, her eyelids flutter and she cracks them open to reveal irises of a deep amethyst shade. At once she closes her eyes again, her forehead crinkling. Luca calls out the command to CAID to lower the illumination in here. The sound of his voice seems to cause her to curl into a ball and we exchange a glance. This is not going to be easy.
I’m just considering whether to try to speak to her again when suddenly, all hell breaks loose. The soft, pliant body in my arms becomes rigid and she hurls herself across the bed. She kneels up, glaring at me, then at Luca, her small fists raised as though to batter us into submission. Neither of us moves.
“It’s okay,” I offer. “You’re safe here.”
Her beautiful eyes flash and she lets loose a stream of incomprehensible sounds. I suppose ‘get your hands off me, you bastard’ is much the same in any language.
“CAID, activate multilingual sensors and translators, please.” Luca issues the request, then steps forward to speak to her, his tone low and even. “Do you want to try that again, honey?”
She swivels her head to peer at him, clearly bewildered, though it is equally obvious that she understood what he said this time. We both attempt a reassuring smile.
She opens her mouth again, closes it, then, “Why am I naked? And what are you doing in my bed?”
Luca laughs out loud, the fucking moron. “Ah, sweetheart, I don’t blame you for taking issue with that. Please forgive my companion’s clumsy approach, his skills as a lover have never been up to much.”
“Lover?” She narrows her eyes at me, though I like to think Luca is included in her general disgust at the situation.
I seek to rectify matters. “Ignore my colleague’s inane ramblings, he’s an idiot and can’t help himself. I believe he was dropped on his head in a previous life.”
The Fyorlian backs away from me, only halting her retreat when she comes up against the wall. “What is this previous life? Who are you and where is this place?” She lowers her fists, but only to attempt to cover her perfect breasts from our perusal. Her expression is accusing now, and fearful though I suppose that is to be expected. “Where are my clothes?”
Ah, her terror of us seems to be for reasons I had not entirely expected. This, I can put right.
“You were naked when we found you and we assumed that was your preferred state.” I get to my feet and move slowly across the room to the closet where I store my clothes. I grab a loose shirt and toss it on the bed in front of her. “You can wear that, for now, until we find you something more suitable.”
The alien doesn’t move. It’s as though she has no notion what the shirt is or why I am offering it to her. I step forward again and pick it up, then open the buttons. I drape it around her shoulders. “There. Better?”
She grabs the fabric and clutches it before her chest.
“So, if your nudity is such a problem for you, why were you naked when we found you?” It seems a fair enough question to me, and we have to start somewhere.
The alien glares at me, her pretty mouth working. Her brow furrows, as though she is trying to remember. She takes her time before responding. “I was alone. Who, then, might I dress for?”
“Okay,” I agree. “Fair enough. So—”
“Who are you and why have you brought me here?” She interrupts my next question with some of her own. Her expression is wary as she looks from Luca to me then back again. “What do you intend to do to me?”
Ah, such delightful possibilities occur to me, and I daresay to Luca too, but now is not the time.
How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?
I think I have approaching fifty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals as well, and one paranormal so far. Theirs : Found and Claimed is my third sci-fi and I love writing in this genre.
Why do you enjoy writing sci-fi?
Because I love the idea of playing God. I can create just the world(s) I want, set up whatever social system suits my story, and craft the most amazing characters. The usual laws of physics, time, and cultural behavior don’t count so the story-telling can be much more creative and inventive in an alternative universe. Stories which might be really controversial if written as a contemporary romance can be ‘cloaked’ in a sci-fi.
What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?
I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand to help with the creative vocabulary. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.