Blurb: For generations the men of New Thimphu have kidnapped the woman of their choice, spent the night making love to her, then demanded she marry them. Doms Ryker Volkov and Coulton Urquahart work together to capture the woman of their dreams, Kenzie Evans. But Kenzie doesn’t believe two Doms and one sub can possibly work, so says no to their advances.
They punish her for rejecting them, then take her to bed determined to woo her with orgasms. At the end of the night she again refuses, believing that she couldn’t satisfy two Doms for long. This time they leave her naked, chained to the bed. When Kenzie wakes up they’ve both gone to work, but she takes her situation as a challenge and uses the bedding to make herself a poncho and finds Coulton’s hidden computer to entertain herself with. The men again ask her to marry them but she refuses. How will they convince her they love her?
Story Excerpt from “Captured Possession”:
Kenzie riffled through the cabinet under one of the sinks, found some lavender bubble bath, and tipped half the bottle into the hot tub. Likely it was too much, but she felt the need to be lavish and decadent. Then she sank back in the hot water and relaxed, letting her long hair swirl around her and the bubbles tickle her chin. “Oh yes, this is good.”
She closed her eyes and let the heat warm her bones and muscles, soothing her right through her body and into her soul. The lavender scent filled the room and helped restore her to her usual even-tempered serenity, too.
Kenzie heard a faint click, then the quiet swish of movement over the tiled floor. Before she could come out of her reverie, open her eyes, and focus on reality, a hood was covering her eyes, a ball gag filled her mouth, and strong arms were lifting her out of the tub.
She reached out to whoever was holding her, but her wrists were gripped tightly and handcuffed together.
Fuck! Kenzie kicked out with all her strength, but that just resulted in her ankles being cuffed as well. Had she been captured by an octopus shape-shifter? The man—and the person was very strong so it had to be a man—seemed to have arms everywhere, stopping her every action. No, more likely it would be more than one person. Kenzie was a normal sized female, not a tiny little light-weight, yet she was wrapped in a towel, lifted and slung over a shoulder, in seconds.
Frantically she wiggled, knowing her bubble-scented body had to be slippery to grasp. She needed to capitalize on that fact before the towel absorbed all the dampness. But she made no impression on her captor.
Kenzie’s heart was pounding hard, her throat dry, her body shivering in fear as she was carried through the building and outside. Her wet body, with only a towel over it, instantly felt the coldness of being in an open area. Fuck! If she wasn’t raped and murdered likely she’d catch pneumonia and die of that!
Then her rational self took over. It was possible these captors were murderers, but New Thimphu was a secret underground community, and it wasn’t easy to actually enter it. All the entrances from above ground were hidden in the various farm houses owned by community members and dotted over the fields surrounding the long green ridge that covered the heart of the community.
No, what was far more likely was that this was an inside job. That someone specifically wanted her.