Book 3 in the More Than Male series.
Theryssa is the first female graduate in the history of the Guardian Academy. Her primale genetics, inherited from Theron and Nyssa, make her more than a match for any man. But, when her first mission requires that she allow the notorious space pirate Azar Xenelion to capture her, she finds it is her female hormones she must battle.
Little does she realize that Azar is primale, too. Azar quickly wins her submission, making her his willing sex slave. Theryssa desperately seeks to keep her true identity a secret while carrying out her mission of spying on her new Master.
Just as things are coming to a head, Theron and Nyssa arrive. They reveal that Theryssa's real purpose is not to spy on Azar but to mate with him. He thinks they must have lost their minds to expect him to fall in with their plan.
In the end it will be up to Azar to find the love in his heart to protect his prize and save the galaxy.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Azar's Prize by Reese Gabriel
Yes, my Master, come to me...and tell me what to do...
"I see you are enjoying my artwork."
Theryssa started at the sound of Azar's voice. The blood rushed to her face as she realized she had been rubbing her thighs together staring at the picture...daydreaming as she knelt, shackled on the pirate's bed.
Quickly she hopped off onto the floor, stretching the chain on her neck as far as it would go. "I demand you unchain me immediately."
Azar smiled at her, turning her insides a few hundred degrees hotter. He was regarding her with the amusement of a predator, a big cat, in the company of a small, fluffy rabbit. "I see you've lost some of your initial fear."
Theryssa frowned. He was referring to her sudden show of spunk. It was in sharp contrast to her earlier performance as the ultimate helpless, ditzy damsel.
Stars, this was going to be a hard line to walk. Not being too tough or too weak, all the while holding her temper in check so as not to bust out of her chains and give the pirate a sound thrashing.
Something felt very wrong about that last idea, that of beating up her handsome, alpha male captive. Would he really be that easily overcome? She didn't see why he wouldn't be, being that he was an ordinary man and she was imbued with primale power.
It was a pity, in a way. If ever someone looked like a primale, it was him. In fact, she had never felt this attraction to any primale, not even the strongest among the Guardians.
Theryssa ground her teeth.
There she went again...playing with mental fire. It was suicide to wish for this man to be stronger than her. Not to mention a complete betrayal of her mission. She was to collect her information and escape scot-free.
Strange how she hadn't considered taking him prisoner and forcing him to reveal the information. Her superiors hadn't suggested that either. She wondered why.
"I just want to go home," she said, making what she hoped was a reasonable statement coming from the mouth of a captured female courier held by deadly pirates. "Please...won't you just let me go?"
Azar moved to the wall with the rack of floggers on it. Her stomach tightened. Was he going to pull one down? What would she do it he sought to apply the leather to her skin? She couldn't allow herself to be flogged like a common slave.
No, it wasn't a flogger he wanted, but one of the knives. It was a long, jagged one, with a two-sided blade. For a moment she thought he might attack her. Her muscles flexed in readiness to break the shackles.
She would have snapped them like twigs, had he threatened her even one iota.
"You see this instrument?" He held the knife up in front of her, maintaining a safe distance of several feet.
Theryssa relaxed her guard, but only a little. "It would be pretty hard not to see it."
Damn it, she'd used sarcasm. Definitely not in character for a damsel in distress.
The remark earned her a second smile from her handsome captor. He was definitely analyzing her, testing and probing. She would have to be more careful. This was not a stupid man. Far from it.
"You're right, the question was rhetorical," he acknowledged. "As for the knife, this is the blade which I once used to defeat an entire squad of Zanamian Assassins, eight in all, armed to the teeth. Their commander tossed it to me as a joke, prior to what was supposed to be my execution."
"Oh, my," she said. Was he trying to scare her? How was she supposed to answer? He was expecting her to say something. Revealing that she was turned on by the thought of him fighting so valiantly and that she wanted him to throw her down on the bed and ravish her would probably not be in order. "It's such a...big knife," she observed.
"Yes, it is," he agreed. "Does it frighten you?"
She suppressed a smile of her own. The poor man was so clueless, really. She could disarm him and shatter that precious weapon of his in seconds if she wished.
Still, this didn't stop her from fantasizing about him battling Zanamians to the death. Was he bare chested at the time, she wondered?
"I-I can't lie...yes, it terrifies me," she replied.
Blast it, why hadn't she thought to say that in the first place? It would have fit in perfectly with her role.
The pirate pursed his lips. "Funny, you don't seem frightened," he noted, innocently enough.
"I'm hiding it deep inside."
Oh, fuck, this must be sounding so corny.
"Really? That's a new one on me," said Azar. "Generally women are pretty vocal, at least in my experience. Being chained up, no escape, my knife so close to them, tends to make them pretty expressive, hysterical even."
"I don't want to make you angry by saying the wrong thing," she offered.
"It's not a matter of saying the right or wrong thing." He shrugged. "I suppose it's just a matter of my expectations."
"Yes, I will admit I have never thought of it in those terms, but I suppose I have some expectation as to how a woman will act when confronted with a knife, by a murderous pirate such as myself."
Damn it, was he playing with her?
"Well it is my first time," she pointed out. "Having a knife pointed at me and all..."
"Granted," he nodded. "I can see where that might leave you at a loss. Might I ask you a question, though?"
Theryssa frowned. He was being way too polite and charming for her liking. "Yes?"
"Are you expecting to be ravished?"
Theryssa felt instant heat between her legs. Was he reading her mind?
If only she wasn't on a spy mission. If only this man wasn't a sworn enemy, she would be able to strip the clothes from his body, bare those fine muscles, and kiss and lick every inch of that bronzed skin of his.
A natural man. Born of a woman. Not a test tube. He was like an animal in the forest. Raw and completely...sexual.
"I am at your mercy. I know that."
Actually, it might be great fun to have him at her mercy, too. She would chain him down, mount his magnificent cock and ride him until he came, spurting helplessly into her hot, tight sex.
The pirate ravished by the woman with super genetics. Now there was a twist on the old kidnapping plot. How would he react? Something about him was so different than she'd expected. He was dressed like a pirate, doing a damn good job as one...but there was more to him.
Why did she feel like he was play acting as much as she? She'd love to ask. She'd love to drag the truth out of him.
Except she couldn't reveal herself. She had to keep her powers under wraps. For as long as necessary to get the information she needed. And if that meant playing along with the man's sex games, then that's what she would have to do.
Up to and including pretending to be overpowered.
And pretending to like it, as well.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, she could see Seria smiling indulgently, reminding her of the damn twenty-five percent fem that might make her enjoy it for real.
"You seem quite agreeable." Azar moved toward her, seemingly oblivious to her internal chaos as he touched a finger to her cheek. He was so much larger than she, seemingly so much stronger. "Are you telling me you will not fight me...no matter what I choose to do to you?"
His finger sent waves of raw energy, like hyperdrive fuel, coursing through her veins. She opened her mouth, which was suddenly quite dry. "How...could I?" she said, her voice a hot whisper. "As strong as you are?"
"Fighting is an instinct. You are offering me reason." Azar brushed her hair behind her shoulders, arranging it as if she were already his woman, to do with as he chose.
The tenderness, the heat of his eyes on her made her melt. If he were to ravish her now, she would not need to fake surrender.
"I will release you from the chains." Azar slipped the knife into his belt and reached for a key in a small pouch beside it. "If you promise to be good."
She suppressed a sudden urge to tell him to shove it.
Her eyes darted to the jeweled handle. She could, if she wished, take it from him and hold him hostage, even dispatch him. That is, if she could stop her body from trembling.
"You hesitate. Is it that you're afraid you can't be good or do you like being chained?"
"Neither," she snapped, unable to stay in character.
He smiled, looking much more the pirate. "What are you? Obedient or fem? Surely you're not obedient."
Try primale, asshole, as you're about to find out.