Vylet Ultra

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Astrid Cooper

ISBN :0000802

Page :29

Word Count :5221

Publication Date :2013-10-21

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Vylet Ultra (pdf) , Vylet Ultra (prc) , Vylet Ultra (epub) , Vylet Ultra (mobi)

Category : Erotica , Mainstream Fiction , Science Fiction , Fantasy

Product Code: 0000802

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She ran a tongue over her mouth, her fangs jagging in the soft flesh of her lips, as she admired the body before her.

This man, this captive, brought to her drugged, in chains. A human.

Humans were a remarkable species…resilient, tough and ruthless, but that ruthlessness hid a vulnerability and weakness that she could exploit. Ah! The contradictions and the possibilities that humans presented her. It was with a man that she could evoke the most powerful essence.

Vylet tilted her chin and one of her servitors dragged the man to his feet.

For a moment his legs refused to hold his weight and he sagged between his captors. Then some spark of strength, a stubbornness that denied his weakness, forced him to stand. He raised his head, his jaw and eyes locked in defiance.

“Bitch!” he said, flinging off the servitors.

She merely smiled, her attention lingering over his frame. He had been stripped of his spacer’s overalls and now he was naked to her gaze. Yet her gaze hardened with anger. His body was torn and bruised. She had been insistent that he wasn’t to be harmed. If punishment was to be meted out, she would be the one, the only one to do it.

“He fought us, lady, destroyed five before we brought him down.” A servitor bowed, its voice nervous.

She dismissed the robot and gazed upon her property. He was tall, wide of shoulder, narrow of hip with long muscled legs, bronzed skin. Golden hair in disarray around a face that might be called handsome, with amber eyes, the color of the sun of her world. That thought made her heart constrict. She drew in a steadying breath. Now was not the time to show weakness.

Vylet stared at her captive. His eyes smoldered. This man was danger. Her mind and body tingled at the thought. All to the good…danger held its own powerful aphrodisiac.

“I want him washed, thoroughly, his wounds treated. He is to be groomed and made ready,” she said and clapped her hands. The servitors descended on the man and he spun around, facing them, going into a defensive crouch, though his wrists were held together by energy restraints.

“What do you want with me?” he demanded, struggling between the iron claws of his captors. He yanked them around as he faced her.

“What I want with you, human, is nothing more than you are prepared to give.”

“I’ll give you nothing. Fuck you!”

“That you may. If it pleases me to be fucked. What is your name?”

“Go to hell.”

“Hell and I are old companions. It has many names and many incarnations. Shall I show you a taste of hell, or heaven?”