Anthology of 8 Navy
SEAL novellas by New York Times, USA Today and award-winning bestselling
authors: Marliss Melton, Gennita Low, Teresa Reasor, Elle James,
Delilah Devlin, Stephanie Tyler, J.M. Madden and Sharon Hamilton
MUTINY'S BOUNTY by USA Today Bestselling author Delilah
Devlin:
Interested only
in experiencing an adrenaline-packed adventure first-hand to give her credo
when she books her clients’ adventure vacations, Lace McElhannon finds more
excitement than she can handle when she meets and falls into bed with ex-SEAL
Dex Haygood. Fresh from protecting transport ships from Somali pirates, Dex
figures his latest job will be a cakewalk, until he finds himself in deep
water, swimming with sharks and trying to protect Lace when the yacht they’re
sailing on is taken.
His expression
didn’t change. If anything, his eyes grew colder, narrowing.
Was he counting
in his head? Seeing how long she took to scurry up on the mattress? She moved
deliberately slowly, rising fluidly and wiping her mouth with the back of her
hand. Besides, anticipation kept her revved. Then she sat at the edge of the
high mattress and scooted backward, trying not to rush even though she couldn’t
wait for what came next.
Dex was faster.
He crawled quickly onto the mattress, pushed her to her back, and came down
atop her, covering her from her shoulders to her feet, his strong legs pinning
her as neatly as the weight of his torso.
She couldn’t
move, could hardly breathe. His cock pulsed between them. Still, she kept her
breaths even, her chin tilted in defiance.
“What am I
going to do with you?” he murmured, his mouth hovering just above hers.
“Anything you
want, I’m guessing. It’s not like I can fight you,” she said it
innocently, eyes wide, but then the
corners of her mouth curved. “Anything, so long as you slide this up inside
me.” She rolled her hips to rub his cock.
He grunted.
“I’d like nothing better, but then, you’d win. And I can’t let that happen.”
She arched a
brow. “You do know sex doesn’t have to be a game, right? That we can both be
winners.”
He shook his
head. “I don’t see sex as a game, but you’ve been bucking me since we met. You
consider it a challenge, getting a guy exactly where you want, to do exactly
what you want.”
“Not true,” she
whispered. “Not what I’m after, at all.”
“Then tell me.”
His voice softened. “Remember, no pride. No modesty. It’s just you and me.”
She licked her
lips, then drew a short breath, turning her head so he couldn’t see her eyes.
Because hadn’t he already seen too much? “I want you to make me.”
“Make you
what?”
“Make me obey.
Let me fight, but never let me win.”
After a long
pause, he asked, “Forcibly?”
The heated air
from his single word brushed her cheek, and she nodded, holding her breath. His
neutral tone hadn’t given her a clue what he was thinking. Her request wasn’t
something she’d ever revealed to another man: her need to be taken. Because
then, wouldn’t the guy think she wanted to be dominated in every other part of
her life and their relationship? With Dex, she knew he was physically strong
enough to give her what she needed, but they only had three days, and then
they’d never see each other again. Her wish was a safe one. She could ask this
and not fear him taking her over her life. Something she’d experienced with a
boyfriend in college and would never risk again, thank you very much.
A finger traced
a line across her cheek then rubbed her bottom lip. “Look at me.”
Stealing
herself, she turned and met his gaze, surprised at the smoky heat she met.
“If you give
this...power... to me, I won’t let you change your mind. If you get scared,
you’ll have to work through it.”
She nodded,
excitement causing her heart to thud inside her chest. “You don’t mind? Don’t
think I’m crazy?”
“We all have
our fantasies, Lace. I have a few of my own.” And then he kissed her.
A soft, hot
brand on her mouth. Over too soon because he was moving away, kneeling beside
her as he raked her body with a hot glance.
His hard gaze
swung back to her eyes. “Open your legs.”
Sensing he’d
already started the game, she shook her head and clenched her legs together,
getting her elbows under her body and scooting toward the headboard.
She didn’t even
have time to gasp before he was on her, his hands gripping her ankles and
spreading them.
He quickly
inserted his knees between hers to hold her open.
A gasp escaped.
She jackknifed up and shoved both hands at his chest.
But he manacled
her wrists and pushed them behind her back, holding them there with one hand,
keeping her still while he put his free hand between her legs and cupped her
mound. “This is mine, Lace. However I want.”
She panted, shaking
her torso, trying to free her hands, panic mixed with arousal—so heady a mix
she felt as though her heart might explode. “Let me go.”
He shook his
head, one corner of his mouth curling upward, lending him a menacing look.
Fuck, she loved that look. Knew it meant he was into this
game.
Up until
recently, award-winning author Delilah Devlin lived in South Texas at the
intersection of two dry creeks, surrounded by sexy cowboys in Wranglers. These
days, she's missing the wide-open skies and starry nights, but loving her dark
forest in central Arkansas with its eccentric characters and isolation--the
better to feed her hungry muse! To Delilah, the greatest sin is driving between
the lines because it's comfortable and safe. Her personal journey has taken her
through one war, many countries, cultures, jobs and relationships to bring her
to the place she travels now--writing sexy novels that hold more than a kernel
of autobiography and often share a common thread of self-discovery and
transformation. To learn more about Delilah Devlin, visit
www.delilahdevlin.com.
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