Alien Lords' Captive (Celestial Mates #6)

It’s warm – too warm. Sure, whatever she was wrapped in was soft and sensuous on her skin, but it was too hot. Annoyed, Matrise opened her eyes.

For a moment, everything was bright. There were vague shapes and shadows, no definition until her eyes slowly adapted to the bright light of the room. When, at last, her vision cleared, Matrise was left suspended in a terrifyingly befuddled moment.
It took Matrise’s brain another minute to finally catch up with the clarity her eyes were experiencing. When it did, she realized that the red-dominated décor was enhanced by red curtains, turning the bright light of the day into a red glow.

Still too much red…someone really bought into the red equals luxury idea.

Too hot!

Matrise finally focused on the sheets – they were velvet. Not a slinky, supple silk or satin; no they were velvet.
Matrise shifted and struggled against the sheets where they had been tucked around her. Something was making it impossible to get loose – at least until it also shifted. Until, he shifted.

Definitely he! The man who shifted, finally releasing an edge of the swath of velvet causing Matrise to overheat while tethering her to the bed, looked as if he should be shooting calendar spreads or soft-core desktop wallpaper shots.

Suddenly, something moved on Matrise’s other side. Another man – and she was seeing double. The man on her left was the spitting image of the man on her right. Twins?

In that moment, Matrise realized that something was very wrong. This wasn’t one of her indecent fantasies as she recovered in a highly medicated state in a hospital.

No, Menage Trois had never been one of her fantasies. She didn’t want to share with another woman. Men could get weird about the risks of coming in contact with one another. And twins who might not be squeamish that way: that was just too strange.

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