* * * *
The scent of cooking meat woke
Rowan as the sun’s final rays disappeared into the horizon. She was lying on
her side on the ground with her fur wrapped over her and her head resting on
Silas’ shirt. She knew it without having to look at it: his scent clung to it.
Slowly, the events of the day
came back to her, how she had lain down to take a rest and when she’d woken,
the creature had been resting its head on her lap as if waiting for her to
wake, its body already having trapped her legs, the feel of it, its weight, its
texture still very vivid on her mind.
She shuddered and sat upright,
gasping. She turned to where the sound of crackling wood came from to find
Silas tending the fire, watching her. Meat smoked on a stick suspended above
the flames and she knew where that meat had come from. Her stomach heaved at
the thought but at the same time, hunger made her mouth water.
“Feeling better?” Silas asked.
The look in his eyes was something unreadable, not quite angry but not wholly
tender either. She knew from looking at them that there would be a reckoning
and soon.
“Yes,” she said, pulling the fur
tighter around her shoulders. “Thank you for…”
“Saving your life?” he asked,
filling in when she hesitated.
Rowan dropped her gaze and
nodded.
“What are you doing out here?
What were you thinking?” he asked, turning the meat.
“I thought I could go back on my
own. Make a deal with the captain. Turn myself in in exchange for returning
your son and leaving the settlement be.”
He nodded and took the meat off
the fire, tearing off a piece and tasting it. “Come here and eat.”
“Silas, I…”
He lifted his gaze to hers, the
look halting any more words she would have muttered. “I said come here and eat.”
Rowan rose and went to the fire
to sit sat across from him. When she looked up at him, she found him watching
her.
“Here,” he said, holding out a
piece of meat.
“Is that the snake?”
“Yes. We don’t have anything
else so you’ll eat it and you’ll be grateful for it.”
“I don’t think…”
“I said you’ll eat it and you’ll
be grateful for it. Is that clear? I don’t have a whole lot of patience for you
at the moment, Rowan.”
She lowered her lashes and took
the meat from his hands. “Thank you,” she said, placing a morsel onto her
tongue. It tasted good, if she could only get the image and the feel and weight
of the thing’s head lying on her lap out of her mind long enough to enjoy it.
She took the next piece he
offered and they ate in silence, him watching her, her with her head bowed but
for occasional glances at him. Once they were finished, Silas added some wood
to the fire and turned to her.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered before
he said a word.
“Sorry for what exactly?” he
asked.
She only dropped her gaze. “I…”
“You only needed to do one
thing: stay put. The reason I put you where I did was because the walls
underground are too thick for the signal from the colony’s tracking device to
transmit. What you’ve done now with your incredibly naïve reasoning is put not
only yourself in even more danger but the village as well.”
“I didn’t mean to. I only
wanted…”
“There are a lot of things I want
too, Rowan, but I also know I have responsibilities and I think about those
responsibilities before I act on impulse. Do you even realize that if I hadn’t
found you when I had you’d be dead now? You’d be in the belly of the snake
rather than the other way around,” he said, his tone angry now. “Do you realize
it? I mean, do you get that?” He shook his head and took a moment before
continuing. “Ok, let’s put that aside, say you got to the colony… eventually.
What do you think would have happened to the villagers in that time?”
“I don’t know!” Rowan yelled
back.
“What the hell do you think the colony
soldiers would have done? It’s not that fucking hard to figure out!”
“Fuck you!”
He moved so quickly that she
barely registered the motion at all, but in the next moment, she was pinned to
the ground, his hands gripping her shoulders hard, his thighs clamped down
around her hips.
When he next spoke, his tone was
at odds with the heat of their conversation. “No. Fuck you,” he said, his tone quiet, deceptive in its calm.
Her eyes were still wide open
when he crushed her mouth with his, her hands uselessly pressing against his
chest while her mouth opened to him. He devoured her, his kiss urgent and
frantic, his cock hard against her belly through the material of their clothes.
Holding her tight to the ground, he moved lower, licking, never kissing, but
instead biting her neck hard enough to call a cry from her lips, hard enough to
cause her sex to come alive as he left a wet trail over the fabric of her dress
to take the hardened nipple poking dark from behind her tunic into his mouth.
She managed a sound but she was
unsure herself what it meant. Her hands pressed against his chest, then wrapped
around his shoulders, pushing, pulling while he raised his head, his pupils
dilated, almost wholly black now in that instant he met her gaze. He shifted
his position, pushing her legs wide, her dress up to her waist to bare her.
When his mouth closed over her clit, she moaned, pushing at his head and
simultaneously forcing him closer, grinding her hips up into his face.
“Silas,” she managed when he
pushed both thighs wide, spreading her open, looking at what he’d exposed.
“I smell you,” he said, his
voice thick with arousal.
Her fingers intertwined in his
hair and without even consciously knowing, she pulled at him, lifted herself up
to him, but he wouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t take her into his mouth.
She opened her eyes, meeting his
gaze with a passion to match his. He narrowed his and in the next moment, he’d
freed his cock, the thick head throbbing. She lifted to him again but taking
hold of one thigh, he pulled her down beneath him so his face was inches from
hers as rocks and rough earth dug into her bare backside. His breath was
ragged, the scruff on his face from several days of not shaving coarse against
her face, her lips, when he brushed his mouth to hers, his cock sliding into
her pussy while his mouth claimed hers again.
There was no question now that
her hands pulled rather than pushed, but after a few moments when he leaned
back and looked down at her, his cock deep inside her pussy, she knew he hadn’t
forgotten her punishment. Not by a long shot. The look in his eyes told her
that much.
Watching her all along, he slid
his hands up the length of her arms dragging them up over her head until he
held both wrists. He kissed her again before sliding out of her pussy to look
down at her. He didn’t speak but watched her and she could not tear her eyes
from his. Her mouth opened, a prayer on her lips when she felt the head of his
cock press against her bottom hole. One side of his mouth twitched and the
pattern of his breath changed when, with his free hand, he pushed one of her
legs up, bending her knee, giving himself better access to what he wanted.
“I’ll fuck you,” he said,
his voice a thick whisper. “And you’ll learn.”
* * * *
In the
aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of
the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain
fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but
upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to
carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy
and harsh punishments keep them in line.
As a
breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than
a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a
shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to
determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside
the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.
Against
all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly
handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her
were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something
deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds
herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave
her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to
keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?
Publisher’s
Note: Given to the Savage is an erotic novel that includes spankings,
sexual scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more.
If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
6 comments:
Eek at the snake, and eating it! *shudders*. Wonderful snipp Natasha. Very hot!
Hugs
Roz
This is such a powerfuly story. I love how Rowan slowly comes to see Silas in a different light and vice versa.
Oh baby! You really know where to end an excerpt and leave a reader begging for more.
I thought the snake was thrilling. It was a very nice touch that what had almost eaten her was now her dinner instead. Although I have to kind of side with Rowan. I'm not sure I'd be all into eating the creature that almost ate me.
But then again it doesn't look like she has to worry to much about eating while she's trapped beneath his sexy body ;)
I smell you! how did that get to be so sexy ☺. Love this book.
wow!
Oh lordy, that was hot. Cruel cut off point - even to those of us who have read it!
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