Guardians of the Realms #6
by Setta Jay
*Erotic Paranormal Romance*
A Beautiful Weapon Contained.
Natasha and her sister were created with sinister purpose. They were Apollo’s most deadly and potent weapons. Finally escaping the evil God long ago, they made a secret life concealed among humanity in Earth Realm. There, Tasha has spent her nights watching the mortals at her club engage in erotic scenes that leave her aching… desperately longing for someone with the power to dominate her and give the pleasure she craves. For her own safety she knows she’s destined to live her life in the shadows, but when she sees a male who sparks an insatiable hunger she is unable to remain hidden. A Powerful Guardian Restrained. Bastian and his fellow Guardians have spent the last month in a fruitless search for Apollo. They know that something dangerous is on the horizon and it is imperative they lock away the corrupt God immediately. After recently witnessing a number of his brethren find their fated mates, Bastian never considered that he would also be blessed. But when the calm and controlled Guardian meets an alluring and seductive female he learns just how wild and consuming the mating frenzy can be. However, his mate is incredibly powerful and at risk of being caged by his own brothers if he doesn’t do everything, including lie, to protect her. Immovable object, meet irresistible force. It’s a battle that both will win if they can survive the deadly forces, both friend and foe, that surround them.
Warning: This novel is intended for a mature audience. You will find kick-ass females, explicit sex, voyeurism and alpha males with bad language.
~ 5 Binding Ecstasy Stars ~
Binding Ecstasy is book six in the Guardians of the Realmsseries. I don’t know how Setta Jay does it, but each book is more astonishing, outstanding, unique and unpredictable as the last.
When I open any book in this series I am sucked right back into this magical erotic world of the Guardians of the Realms and can’t put the book down. I devour the pages like an addict. I was blown away from begging to end. We have a incredible start and an unthinkable ending with more surprises, twist and turns throughout this fabulous book.
We are given some hot sexy alpha Guardians and some very strong independent women who end up loving so profoundly. Each character is as unique as their matings and they complement each other so adequately that it is never boring. The erotic scenes are so well written with these couples that I keep a fan on hand just to cool me off from the blazing hot sex. Everything is so well put together that you don’t want to set the book down.
Binding Ecstasy is another well written addition to this series. This is one series I highly recommend reading. It is also one that must be read in order, because each book builds on the characters, plot, and world adding so much more to this extraordinary series.
*Disclaimer: I received an ARC copy free of charge from Setta Jay with the sole purpose of an honest review. All thoughts, comments and ratings are my own.
Could she have him? Just once feel all that leashed power and intensity focused on her? Take the pleasure his eyes were promising.
Either way his memories would need to be skewed. She breathed deeply, taking in his heady pheromones, and felt her already aroused body weep for him.
She watched as he sucked in a breath between those firm perfect lips. Her ears caught the whisper of a low growl as his hard muscled shoulders pulled even tighter and he stared at her. The pulse beat at the column of his throat, drawing her complete focus. She wanted to lick every dip and taste his masculine essence.
He murmured in a language she hadn’t heard in centuries. The sexy cadence was nothing compared to the words; their meaning was intensely beautiful and nothing she could possibly translate into anything that would give it justice. Phrases with ‘treasure’ and versions of beauty and perfection that made any other words a dull note in comparison.
Her eyes tracked every inch as she fought for breath and sanity. He disappeared and reformed on the raised platform and her gaze tracked up to his as he stalked forward. Warm masculine heat and the scent of aroused male washed over her. She sucked in a deep breath and wasn’t sure she could stay standing as he crowded her against the pole.
His head dipped closer and she felt shivers along her skin as his warm breath and deep voice played along her senses. “Your name?” He teased her with his scent just inches away but not touching her, tempting her as he waited for her answer.
Words wouldn’t come. She moaned and circled one hand behind his neck; the first touch of his skin electrified her. She pulled him in and his lips caught hers in a kiss that took her breath, sapping her ability to do anything but accept the pleasure. His fingers found her hair and dug into the thick waves as he ruled her mouth aggressively. He didn’t coax, he took, demanded until she was a writhing mess on weak legs. She whimpered as she slid her leg up his leather-clad thigh, needing pressure on her aching clit.
One big palm gripped her thigh as he ground his thick erection into her sweet spot.
She moaned as her shaky fingers tracked down his wide muscled chest to his waistband. She was riding wave after wave of desire and the urgency only made her clumsy. Her eager fingers finally released the button and worked the zipper to slide her greedy hand in to cradle him. He was so hot and thick, and the skin was so silky smooth she wanted to rub it all over her.
He growled and released her lips long enough to look into her eyes. They flew through the air, teleporting together, blending as one in the most erotically charged experience she’d ever imagined. They reformed on the bar. Her back was against the hard wood as his lips trailed along her neck. She cried out, she felt as if they’d become one during the teleport, and her body was on fire, as if she would die if he didn’t get inside her now.
“Put your hands above your head,” he demanded and she couldn’t breathe to speak.
She did as he said without thought as incoherent whimpers escaped her lips.
“Tell me your name, Psihi Mou.” His soul?
She squirmed in his hold. Something in the way he said the endearment slipped under her skin, making her ache that much more. If he thought she was capable of forming words, he was out of his mind.
It was impossible to think when his warm fingers pushed the cup of her bra so that her breasts were trapped above the lace, her nipples stiff and needy. She cried out when the warmth of his breath slid over them and his wet mouth was on her, suckling in hard pulls that left her a keening mess. She arched her back for more contact. He moved to the other one and wrapped his lips around it and held her eyes as he sucked hard enough that she groaned as tremors racked her body.
His eyes grew impossibly darker and more intense. The short release only seemed to make her needier; it wasn’t enough. Her hand came down, yanking and pulling at the heavy material of his shirt. “Off,” she demanded as the leather ripped down the back seam. His weight and throbbing erection pulsed into the soaked material of her panties; she needed them off, needed him inside. She felt dizzy. Her body was strained with such intense sensation she didn’t think she’d live through it.
He ran the short whiskers of his goatee against the curve of her breast. The friction only added to her anguished need.
“Tell me your name.” His eyes held hers and she fell into their deep erotic thrall. His breathing was ragged and she couldn’t believe he wasn’t already giving them what they both needed. He looked so demanding above her, so incredibly animalistic and beautiful.
She pulled at the remains of the leather shirt, but the front stayed braced between them and he wasn’t helping. She was so far gone she couldn’t care less about names or anything that didn’t involve his skin on hers. She was soaked in desire and he was wearing too many damned clothes.
He captured her wrists and held them together in one hand above her head as he lifted and ripped the front of the shirt free. “Is this what you wanted to see? To feel?”
“Sweet God. Yes.” She moaned as his hard packed muscles twitched just inches from her chest. Her heavy-lidded eyes traced a smattering of dark hair on his dark skin to the fine trail slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. “Off,” she demanded again, hungry, greedy for more. Faster. She moved her thigh over his hip and pulled at her hands, but she was secured in his hold and that only heated her aching body another thousand degrees.
“More,” she pleaded.
He used his free hand, flicking her nipple as he watched her whimpering reaction, intent on every gasp as if he’d never get enough. It was intoxicating, but his control was driving her nuts. She could feel his wild pulse, his throbbing cock. Why wasn’t he taking her yet? Instead he tormented her by trailing his fingers down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, and lifted her thigh so high that her booted ankle rested on his shoulder. She was wide open and vulnerable. Her hips rotated, but he’d moved out of range, denying her the contact she so desperately needed.
His beautiful chest rose and fell in deep pants. “Give me your name. Now.”
She breathed on a whisper. “Natasha.”
“Are you begging for my cock, Natasha?”
Her skin was pulled tight with so much raging need she barely got the single word to escape. “Yes.”
~ Bastian and Natasha
The sad truth is that I’m not nearly as entertaining as fiction. *Wink* I am a thirty-seven year old stay at home writer, thanks to my incredibly supportive husband. We’ve been together for thirteen years and I still love waking up next to that sexy man. We lost our furry child recently, so we are childless at the moment. Our whole world revolved around her. Needless to say, I love animals, especially dogs. Okay, maybe not all animals, I’m not a super big fan of monkeys. Any animal that throws their feces kind of eeks me out. I may, or may not, have a problem with candy. I love any research that leads to Neiman Marcus’ online shoe department. Spreadsheets give me way more happiness than they should. I love to read, the dirtier the better. It all started with the naughty historical romances by Judith McNaught that I devoured as a teenager. I love reading about hot, sexy alpha males and heroines that are smart enough to live.
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