Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Viola Grace
Word Count :24800
Publication Date :2010-08-14
Series : Rune#0
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- Product Code: 978-1-55410-789-6
When Ceres is bought and bound in a mating mask, she is at the mercy of her buyer...
When Ceres Avedis ran away from an arranged mating, she thought she was teaching her father a lesson. After six heats and a year on the run she has decided to return to the home and customs she knows. The bounty hunter that captures her and takes her to be sold in the Grand Arena did not figure in her plans. When she is bought and bound in a mating mask she is at the mercy of her buyer, and her body. His touch sears her and inflames her heat into an inferno that threatens to drive her insane before it is satisfied. Can Raanan tame her, sooth her, and convince her to accept a position as a lady of his family? Or will her heat be the only joining force between them?
A blue light flickered on above and Zosia took the stage. She greeted all of the participants and began a description of Ceres' bloodlines and family connections. Then she got to her age, twenty-five, and the number of heats that she had had since maturity, seventeen.
This last had a murmur of interest in the audience. It was rare to have a woman that hot blooded. She would be an excellent breeder, and with her family connections, the child would have access to all of her properties.
A white light lit in the preparation room and Ceres shuddered. The bidding had begun. Long minutes passed and a red light flared to life. That was her cue. The bidding on the invisible woman was over, and they now wanted to justify further expenditures in the flesh.
"And here she is my lords, look at how fine her features are drawn, those lush lips touching your body, those elegant hands on you, stroking you." Ceres was blushing, it was only going to get worse.
Zosia takes a light crop and lifts her chin. "Nobility in every movement, imagine her begging for your touch." The crop floated down to her breasts and flicked over one tip. "Responsive to the least touch, her nipples tightens from this little caress."
Ceres was looking blindly into the audience, her face was on fire as the auctioneer continued the stroking of the crop down her body. She could smell her own heat, and by the murmurs in the audience, they were beginning to catch her scent. The flashing numbers on the podium climbed higher.
"And the clever curve of her belly, my lords, take a good look at the graceful and sensitive curve." The crop trailed lower and she shuddered hard as it hit the crease between thigh and hip. "Ah, a sign. She is in heat my lords. Her sixth this year. Until her body is satisfied, it will continue to flare to life for you."
The numbers climbing on the podium were a blur.
"Now, my lords, to show you her lower limbs and the center of the flame that burns within her."