Bellann Summer

Today's snippet if from Dominated and Claimed (Granite County 1) The Granite County series came about when Sheriff Steve wanted his story. He had appeared in many Rescue for Hire stories. The
problem with the Sheriff was that he wasn't a Rescue for Hire member. I also had to come up with a name of the city where Rescue for Hire was located. Up until then the city's name wasn't mentioned. I still laugh when I remember being on a mini weekend trip with Mr. B and another couple and they were "helping" me come up with a name. Needless to say some of their ideas were quite risque.
Haley Kenyon opened his eyes and then slammed them shut again as sharp knives stabbed into his eyeballs. Taking a second to let the piercing pain settle down, he lay there taking stock of the situation.
With growing concern, he realized he wasn’t lying on the floor. Under his body there was the soft cloth and cushiony feel of a mattress, except for his head which lay on something hard, warm, and alive. Carefully Haley opened his eyes.
The second he recognized he was in a bed, he panicked and tried to jump up and get the hell out of there. He got nowhere. Huge muscular arms encased him, pulling his naked back against a rock-hard warm, fuzzy chest. Haley kicked his heels backward as hard as he could, desperately trying to connect with the legs behind him. Using his blunt fingernails, he pinched and gouged at the person, trying anything to get away. His world spun and he found himself lying on his back. He was now completely covered by a solid unmovable body, with his arms stretched above his head and held down by firm rough hands.
Lifting his head, Haley did the only thing he could think of and sank his teeth into the muscle right above his captor’s left nipple. He bit down as hard as he could until the skin broke. Haley couldn’t believe the man wasn’t yelling in pain, pulling away, or doing something to defend himself. In the past his uncle, dad, or brother would have beaten him to a pulp by now. But this man didn’t move. He just endured the pain, making Haley’s hair stand on end.
“Let go, beauty. I’d rather wear your scars of passion, not fear.” The voice was deep, rich, and almost made Haley’s heart stop beating in complete horror, because it was the sheriff’s.