Claimed (Brides of the Kindred, #1) by Evangeline Anderson

Claimed: 1 - Evangeline Anderson

A race of Genetic Traders from beyond the stars
Three very different types of men
All looking for one thing… their brides


Olivia Waterhouse has just graduated from nursing school and has her whole life ahead of her – until she gets drafted. Problem is, she isn’t being forced into the Army, she’s been chosen as a Kindred bride.


The Kindred are huge alien warriors – a race of genetic traders whose population is ninety-five percent male. After saving Earth from the threat of invasion they demand a reward – the right to find brides among the population. The chances of being chosen are about the same as those of winning the lottery – guess it’s just Liv’s lucky day.


Baird is a Beast Kindred who recently escaped imprisonment and torture at the hands of the malevolent Scourge. Through the torment and pain only one thing kept him sane – the thought of finding and claiming his bride – Olivia. His need to possess her is a burning intensity that threatens to consume them both.


Angry at having her future and her family taken away from her, Liv vows to fight back the only way she can – by resisting. She has one month on the Kindred Mothership with Baird – their claiming period. If she can keep from having bonding sex with him during that time, she can go home and get on with her life on Earth.


But Baird isn’t going to make it easy for her. Every week he is allowed to touch Liv more and more intimately and according to the contract she signed, she has to let him. She’s determined to resist him but his touch sets her on fire. And just as she thinks she knows what she wants, a twist of fate and an attack by the faceless Scourge AllFather changes everything…


“I’m never going to let you,” she whispered, holding herself stiff and still in his arms.
“You might as well forget it and let me go right now.” The arms around her tightened like iron bands and his voice was a low, possessive growl. “Never. You’re mine, Olivia. The sooner you realize that the better.”


He pulled her close and lowered his face to hers, so close she could feel his hot breath on her skin. It was scented like some kind of alien spice – a mixture of cinnamon and cloves maybe – different but not unpleasant. His mouth drew close to hers and Liv felt herself stiffen in his arms, bracing herself for an oral assault. Instead, she felt the lightest brushing of lips imaginable across her own, as though a butterfly’s wings had fluttered tenderly against her mouth.
“Don’t be afraid, Lilenta,” he breathed in her ear in that deep, rumbling growl of a voice. “Not gonna hurt you. Not gonna take what you don’t want to give.”
Liv tried to keep the surprise off her face when he drew back but it was hard. The look in his eyes said he wanted to eat her alive but he’d just given her the softest, most gentle kiss she’d ever experienced. What was going on? And why was her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in every part of her body?


“You’re not going to give up on this, are you?”
“You’re my responsibility now. Mine to care for, to cherish, to protect.” He said the words simply as though it was the most normal thing in the world to have complete accountability for a woman he’d never met before that day. “If you’re hurting I can’t rest until I ease your pain. Understand, Olivia?”


“Raise your chin and bare your throat for me – now.” There was a demanding tone in his deep, growling voice she found it impossible to disobey. Tilting her head, she turned her face to the side and offered him her throat in a display of complete submission. Baird growled in approval and placed a hot, sucking kiss on the tender skin of her offered throat. “Mine,” Liv heard him mutter as he pulled her even closer, lapping at the sensitive place where her shoulder met her neck and thrusting against her. “Mine, Lilenta. Mine forever and always.” The possessive words and the heat in his voice should have sent Liv running but instead she felt a thrill go through her. The thrill of being cherished and cared for. The thrill of being owned. God, yes…I’m yours, Baird. Always and forever yours.”