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  She increased her pace and Eli's hips thrust forward so that his dick made contact with the back of her throat. Charlotte worked faster and Eli groaned louder until, at last, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, holding it against her lips as an orgasm rocked through his body, and he watched as his cum landed in her mouth and on her lips. She swallowed easily, surprised by the sweet, sensual taste of him.

  Charlotte collapsed to her knees on the floor, assuming their play had come to an end. But, in the next moment, Eli had her by the waist and was flipping her over gently onto her hands and knees. Caught off guard, she stared down at the Earth as Eli lined his dick up with her pussy. Charlotte was surprised to find that he was still rock hard. He spread her lips and moved back just slightly to see her wide open before him and he began to stimulate her pussy again without a single touch. She moaned and arched her back in response to the intense sensations, and then her eyes widened some as she began to feel like he'd inserted something in her. Charlotte's inner walls contracted around the non-existent object as she felt it move inside her and innately she began to thrust backward to meet its every plunge.

  And then, even though his hands still held her pussy open wide, she began to feel something probe against her ass. She couldn't help but continue to thrust back, still fucking the invisible object in her pussy, and her movement made her feel like something was being inserted into her ass. “Oh my God, Eli. What are you doing? It feels incredible!” she panted.

  And then, all of a sudden, the invisible object inside her was gone, replaced by Eli's massive cock. He plunged deep inside her in one swift thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her wet warmth. She cried out in response and ground her hips against him to enjoy every single sensation his dick could offer. He withdrew slowly and then plunged back into her, moving slowly at first and gradually increasing his tempo, all the while Charlotte continued to feel the invisible object in her ass increase its speed as well.

  Eli leaned forward and reached for her tits. Charlotte's eyes had been closed, enjoying the unrivaled sensations coming from her pussy and her ass that were driving her wild. She opened her eyes then, and there below her was the most breathtaking scene. She could see the greens and blues of the Earth far below her, and in the reflection of the glass she could also see Eli's hard, muscular body thrusting into her. His muscles flexed with every movement, and she stared at their reflection, mesmerized. He thrust harder, faster, as his hands squeezed her tits. Charlotte kept up with his pace as her body thrust wildly. “Oh God, Eli. I'm coming!” she screamed as another orgasm overtook her body. “Yes, Charlotte, yes!” he groaned in response as her spasms sent him over the edge and he shot his load deep into her pussy.

  He withdrew slowly, enjoying the tight, hot feel of her for just a few more seconds. He laid down next to her and opened his arms, motioning for her to join him. Her muscles trembled, her body spent from the overwhelming pleasure she'd experienced, and she collapsed against him happily.

  He was silent for a moment, and then, “There is something I have not told you. Something that is very important.”

  “I was hesitant at first; I did not want what I am about to tell you now to influence your decision. But then, I didn't know how to tell you. But we are close, so close to home, and I can put it off no longer,” he began. Charlotte was having a difficult time following his meaning.

  “I am not a mere inhabitant of my planet, and it was not for an ordinary bride that I was seeking.” He swallowed audibly.

  “I am the king of my species; not the ruler of a country or continent as is the way in your world, but the sovereign leader of the planet. And you, Charlotte, will be my queen. The planet will accept you, and it will restore you to your pure form, unscathed by the harsh environment of Earth. You will reign at my side for centuries to come,” he finished, meeting her eyes to convey the full import of his statement. Charlotte's jaw dropped, surprised beyond belief for the umpteenth time since meeting Eli just a few short days ago.

  “Are you ready to see your new home?” he queried without a word, nuzzling his lips against her ear as he communicated with her. She could only nod.

  And then, all of a sudden, the Earth was no longer beneath the clear glass floor. The scene beneath her passed in a blur and she stared harder, trying to make out what it was she saw passing beneath them as Charlotte laid there wrapped in Eli's arms.

  In less than a moment's time, the blur came into focus as the ship slowed. She caught sight of a beautiful trail of color; pink, purple and blue swirled together like clouds and spread out across the dark expanse.

  “Oh…my…God…,” was all she could force past her lips. And as the ship moved onward, something else came into view. It was not a ménage of clouds, it was a planet—a beautiful solid form that shimmered with the same iridescence as Eli's markings.

  “Welcome home, Charlotte. All that you see now belongs to you, my Queen.”

  THE END

  Sneak Peek of Stryker’s Desire: Dragons Of Sin City, Book 1

  The sight of her curves makes my mouth water. The fire deep inside me threatens to rage out of control. But every time I try to claim what's mine, she slips away.

  As one of the wealthiest casino owners in Vegas, there's no doubt I could have any woman wrapped around my finger in a heartbeat. Until I met Ava Winter.

  There's something haunting behind those enchanting eyes that I just can't read—and this mysterious beauty won't let me.

  As much as she pushes me away, I can't resist her. But I know I shouldn't allow myself to give in to the fiery temptation. Not if I want to keep her safe from the other dragons in Sin City.

  Or myself...

  Chapter 1

  Cade stood at the back of the theater with a single-malt scotch in his hand. A few empty seats peppered the room, so he could have sat down, but he had no intention of staying for long. He wouldn’t have bothered making an appearance at all, but it was the illusionist’s first show in his casino, and he wanted to make sure the act went off without a hitch. Better than waiting for the reviews, he wanted to get a feel for the reception of the new act before he committed to further appearances.

  Right on cue, the stage’s strobe lights brightened as a figure descended from the ceiling—suspended from near-invisible wires, of course—and pyrotechnics lit up the circumference of the stage. The trick seemed to enthrall the crowd. The music grew louder, a cacophonic techno mix designed to increase heart rate and bring the audience to the edge of their seats. The man certainly knew how to make an entrance.

  All of a sudden, blazing streams of fiery ribbon whirled chaotically just to the left of center stage and it drew the audience’s attention there. The illusionist touched down and the strands of fire vanished, leaving in their wake the man’s shimmering-haired assistant. She contrasted the illusionist in every way, creating a vivid display in the middle of the stage. He was clothed entirely in black and his dark hair was slicked back. She looked like she was almost aglow. To the audience, she appeared to be shimmering, but Cade could see each of the tiny lights that covered her body, an impressive fiber optic display. Her costume—some sort of silvery corset—left little to the imagination, evident by the way every head in the room turned to her.

  He couldn’t blame them. She was beautiful, so much so that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. But it wasn’t her soft curves or slender legs that held him captive. He’d had so many women with curves in all the right places that it wasn’t much more than a chore these days to select a bedmate from all the blonde beauties and gorgeous brunettes who fell all over him.

  It was something else about her that captivated him in a way he’d never experienced. Maybe it was the way she stood, her spine just a little straighter than other women he’d seen on that stage. And though she wore a serene smile, the expression on her face simultaneously dared anyone to question whether she belonged there. He got the immediate impression that the vivacious beauty on the stage didn’t fall all over just any man. Was it
possible she might not even fall so easily for the infamous Cade Stryker? Perhaps it was that challenge that had made her instantly irresistible in his mind.

  He watched as she bound the illusionist in a straightjacket and firmly secured his ankles to a wire. What exactly the trick entailed, he didn’t know, and he didn’t care. His eyes never left her for a moment, even as the man was hoisted out of sight. Her gaze perused the audience while the man was suspended somewhere above the ground, and for the briefest moment, as her eyes found him there in the crowd, she paused. Could she see that he was staring right back at her? It seemed unlikely.

  He searched her gaze quickly, looking for something to break his fascination, but damn it, he couldn’t find it. He couldn’t find anything. He’d learned a long time ago that human eyes were indeed the windows to their souls, but the dark, opaque contact lenses she wore kept her soul safely hidden from him. Was she really the dazzling siren she appeared to be at first glance, or was it all just part of the act? The uncertainty should have served to frustrate him and extinguish his curiosity, but it only served to fan the flames of his desire. From out of nowhere, this stunning woman had become an enigma that he absolutely needed to solve.

  A round of applause erupted, signaling the conclusion of the opening trick as the illusionist reappeared on the stage next to the silver-haired mystery to give the crowd more of what they came there for. And then trick after trick, he watched her, trying to find what it was about her that had drawn every bit of his attention.

  Stunned and bewildered an hour later, he left the theater as the final round of applause began to fill the room. He glanced back briefly as the door closed behind him just in time to witness the entire room burst into a standing ovation in response to the night’s riveting performance.

  It appeared that his decision to give the illusionist a chance had been a worthwhile one. Based on the ecstatic reaction of the crowd this evening, the theater was guaranteed to be packed every night for a good number of future performances. At the moment, however, that wasn’t his primary concern.

  He wanted to see the illusionist’s assistant up close. He wanted to see what was really there when the curtain closed and she shed the glitzy, provocative costume and fiber optic lights for street clothes. He needed to know who the real woman was behind the silver wig and the dark contact lenses. As soon as he could, his mind would be freed.

  She would be a woman, just like any other woman—a well-formed one, for sure—but no different than any other human. The sooner the enchantress lost her hold on him and his mind could return to other matters, the better.

  He reached the rear stage entrance, and the man there opened the door wide for him without hesitation. There wasn’t a person in the entire hotel and casino who didn’t cater to his every whim. It was the same in all the properties he owned. Through the door, he located the illusionist right away, standing amid his group of technicians and other experts in the field of magic, but the assistant was nowhere to be found. There wasn’t a room in the entire building that was off-limits to him, but the very moment he began to move to go search for her, the illusionist spotted him, gave a nod and started in his direction.

  A moment later, the man stood before Cade grinning widely as his hand shot forward in earnest. “Mr. Stryker, I do hope you enjoyed the show.”

  Cade grasped the illusionist’s hand reluctantly. “Indeed, I did, Adam. And more importantly, it seemed the audience was very impressed. Why don’t you touch base with my assistant in the morning, so we can set up a deal for future bookings?”

  “Thanks very much; I’ll give a call first thing.”

  Just then, a woman appeared from a side door, and though she wasn’t wearing the silver wig she’d worn on stage, he recognized her instantly. She was dressed in a pair of distressed jeans that hugged her curves perfectly and a black tank top that crisscrossed its way up her back and made Cade long to slide his fingers between the strands of fabric and then tear it off altogether. She rummaged for something in a simple handbag she wore slung over her shoulder as she walked toward them, completely oblivious to his presence.

  “Adam, you wanted to meet on Tuesday afternoon to go over the—” She looked up then and her words seemed to get stuck in her throat.

  “Ava, this is Mr. Cade Stryker, owner of the hotel and casino,” Adam cut in with a knowing smile. “Mr. Stryker, may I introduce my assistant, Ava Winter.”

  There was no possessiveness in the man’s eyes, which meant the illusionist and his assistant weren’t intimately involved, nor did it seem the man had any interest in a romantic relationship with the beautiful Ava Winter. Strange. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to have her?

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Stryker,” she said, staring directly into his eyes.

  That was impressive. There weren’t many people who didn’t shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze. She stood there with her spine just as straight as it had been on stage and her eyes locked on his as he clasped her hand within his.

  Still, as much as she might not have been intimidated by his presence, she wasn’t entirely unaffected by it either. He could feel her response to him, the tiniest of tremors the moment he touched her. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to have her falling all over him after all. The thought sent a jolt of desire through his body, and he needed to have her, but he didn’t just want her naked and writhing beneath him. He wanted her completely open, unguarded; unequivocally his. It was a possessiveness he’d never experienced before, and certainly one he never expected to feel for a woman he’d only just met.

  “Would you care to join me for a drink, Miss Winter?” He heard the question loud and clear, but had it really come from his own mouth? What the hell was he doing?

  He hadn’t had any intention of pursuing her. He’d only wanted to see the silvery beauty up close and without all the glitz and glam of the show. At most, he’d intended to invite her up to his suite, indulging in her soft curves for a couple of hours. By then, whatever it was that had had him so captivated would certainly be long gone. This inexplicable need to have her all to himself should have been a warning sign. It should have sent him running in the opposite direction.

  Cade Stryker didn’t need any human; he never had, and he never would.

  “I appreciate the offer, Mr. Stryker, but no thank you. And if you’ll excuse me, it’s late and I have to be getting home.”

  She nodded once more and then walked past him without another word. Had she really just shot him down? He wondered briefly what was wrong with him for asking her out for a drink, but now there was a much more pressing question in his mind—what was wrong with her? Did she not understand who he was? Even without being able to see behind those damn contact lenses, he’d been able to sense her attraction to him. Hell, the sexual energy in the air had been almost palpable from the moment she slipped her hand into his grip.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Stryker. I could have warned you if I knew you’d been intending to ask her on a date.”

  Great, he was getting the sympathy speech from a man who pretended to walk on air for a living? The illusionist’s gravelly voice had suddenly begun to grate on his nerves.

  “Warned me?”

  “Yes, Ava’s not the…easiest person to get close to. She keeps everyone at arm’s length.”

  “And why’s that?” He really didn’t want to be having this conversation with the magic man, but since he’d apparently already ventured down this road, he might as well garner as much information as he could. Maybe he’d learn all he needed to know about her to walk away right then.

  “I don’t know. All I can tell you is I’ve known her for two years, and that handshake between the two of you is the closest I’ve seen her get to another human being in all that time.”

  “She seems more than comfortable with you on stage,” Cade noted, making certain that there was no hint of jealousy imbued in his tone.

  “That’s different.”

  Cade nodded. Obviously, ther
e wasn’t any more he could glean from the man’s limited answers. If he was going to spend any more time amid the company of humans, it was going to be in bed with a hot, uncomplicated woman. Or maybe several. Whatever it took to banish Ava Winter from his mind.

  Chapter 2

  Hope unlocked her apartment door and slipped inside. The living room was dark except for the sliver of moonlight that filtered in through the window’s parted curtains and lightly touched the figure sleeping on her sofa. The girl had a bedroom of her own, but no one would know it by the number of times she’d used it in the past eleven months.

  Jeez, had it really been almost a year? She was going to have to think of something special to commemorate the anniversary. But that would have to wait until morning because she had just enough energy left in her to make it to her bedroom before she collapsed.

  Still, she stopped as she crossed the living room to drape a blanket over the sleeping form and tuck an errant lock of hair behind the girl’s ear. It was the only time the teenager looked light and peaceful, so much in contrast to the heavy burden she carried around on her shoulders when she was awake.

  At least it seemed some of the burden had been eased in the past year. Not so long ago, she’d been quite the spitfire with a chip on her shoulder to match, but Hope had seen right through the act. Of course, she had—it was the same act she had put on for the world herself for too many years to think about.

  “Good night, Lexi,” she whispered before she continued across the room and down the short hall to her room. Once there, she collapsed on her bed, too exhausted to even turn down the covers. Her eyes were closed by the time her head hit the pillow, but as she surrendered to her fatigue, a face flashed behind her eyes; it belonged to the man she’d met after the show.