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  Phantom Warriors Bundle 1

  by

  Jordan Summers

  Phantom Warriors Bundle 1

  Copyright 2013 Jordan Summers

  Phantom Warriors: Bacchus

  Copyright 2006 by Jordan Summers

  Phantom Warriors: Arctos

  Copyright 2012 by Jordan Summers

  Phantom Warriors: Linx

  Copyright 2012 by Jordan Summers

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  PHANTOM WARRIORS: BACCHUS

  Bacchus is a desperate Phantom warrior. Saddled with the quest to find a sexually compatible female race for his people, he stows away on a ship bound for planet Earth. There he discovers a world teeming with women, but there’s only one way to determine if any of them are a biological match. He must pick one and mate with her. Sex sounds easy enough or it would be, if Bacchus weren’t from the Blood Clan. Where on Earth can he find a woman who doesn’t freak out at the sight of three-inch fangs?

  Dog breeder Carrie Rittner has had a rough year. Between a broken engagement and her emotionally distant brother, Buzz, she’s ready to throw in the towel. The last thing she needs is a sexy ‘psychiatrist’ trying to charm her pants off.

  It’ll take more than Bacchus’ chemically charged pheromones, dominant nature and forked tongue to convince Carrie that they’re made for each other. He will have to release all his animal instincts and give her the ultimate love bite.

  PHANTOM WARRIORS: ARCTOS

  Photographer Caitlin Kelly thinks she’s on a mission to save her friend, but when she gets to the wilds of Alaska, it turns out she’ll be the one that needs rescuing. Caitlin doesn’t hear the polar bear until it’s too late. An attack leaves her bleeding in the snow. Her only regret as she faces impending death is that she’s never been in love.

  Arctos has come to Earth in search of a bride. The last thing he wants is to bond to a woman in order to save her life, but as a Phantom Warrior, he cannot let Caitlin die. Arctos believes the selfless act has destroyed the only chance he had of finding his true-mate.

  When the snow begins to blow, the winds of fate take over. Two strangers determined to ride out a storm are about to discover that the worst day of their lives might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to them.

  PHANTOM WARRIORS: LINX

  Tabitha Shelley is determined to save her twin sister, Taylor from her latest abusive boyfriend, even if that means taking on the Russian mob.

  Phantom Warrior Linx never met a woman he didn’t like, until he encountered Tabitha Shelley. His plans to sample the female masses on Earth are disrupted, when Tabby draws him into her personal war. Linx is ready to call it quits on his search for a mate, when a spontaneous lap dance leads to an unexpected night of passion.

  Who knew a hissing Tabby could make a big cat like him purr?

  Before their new bond can be tested, the mob threatens Tabby’s life. But they will soon find out that it’s never smart to come between a Phantom Warrior and his mate.

  Table of Contents

  PHANTOM WARRIORS: BACCHUS

  PHANTOM WARRIORS: ARCTOS

  PHANTOM WARRIORS: LINX

  AUTHOR BIO

  PHANTOM WARRIORS: BACCHUS

  by

  Jordan Summers

  Chapter One

  The Pleasurer straddled Bacchus’ shaft, teasing him with her moist opening. He stared at her ripe breasts as she played with her nipples, popping first one, then another into her mouth, sucking greedily. It was a feat few Phantom women could accomplish. Bacchus watched, enraptured. It had been too long since he'd last partook of such feminine delights.

  He couldn’t seem to catch his breath as his entire body tightened with arousal. She rimmed the head of his cock with her entrance. Bacchus felt his fangs unfurl. The urge to bite was strong, but he resisted the temptation. Acting before the woman reached orgasm would frighten her and show little restraint on his part.

  It was hard enough to book a Pleasurer for the night. The workers' schedules remained full, with so many males to attend to and not enough pleasure workers or women to go around. Some men waited months for their turn. The last thing Bacchus needed was to get a reputation for being early off the mark and frightening them.

  He pushed aside the sudden guilt that surfaced at the way he’d obtained this particular Pleasurer. It would be a long time before Talon would forgive the extra duty he had assigned him tonight. But Bacchus had no choice. He'd been desperate. Tomorrow he would stow away on a ship destined for Earth. It would take incredible skill and concentration to remain cloaked for the entire journey. He needed to relieve the tension burning through him or risk discovery.

  “Relax,” the Pleasurer said in a silky voice meant to ensnare as she finally lowered her body onto his turgid shaft.

  Bacchus groaned as her body swallowed him, sucking his cock deep, until it nestled inside the comfort of her ribbed quim. She began to move, gyrating her hips so that the fleshy protrusions caressed his length, stroking him like tiny fingers. Only a member of the Claw Clan was blessed with such a sensual physical trait. That was why they made the best Pleasurers. Bacchus gripped the furs beneath him and grit his teeth, lacerating the inside of his mouth with a fang in the process. Blood pooled, then poured down his throat.

  “More,” he bellowed, swallowing deep to take the edge off.

  The Pleasurer tossed her head back as she rose up and down, her hands gripping his thighs. A moan escaped from her throat as she gyrated her hips. Her nails tore into his skin, leaving furrows of pleasure behind. His nostrils flared. The coppery mint scent of blood flooded his senses. Bacchus shot forward, latching onto one of her four nipples and began to suck in time with her movements. She mewed, arching her spine to get closer. Bacchus sucked harder. The Pleasurer's breathing deepened as he laved and nibbled, teasing her breast with the tips of his fangs.

  “Yes,” she hissed, grasping his head and burying his nose into her flesh. “Bite me,” she demanded, increasing her speed.

  Bacchus inhaled and closed his eyes. The aroma of her blood beneath her skin wafted like flowers on a breeze. He gripped her back, holding her in place so she couldn’t change her mind and pull away. She wiggled closer. His tongue rasped her nipples twice more, then he plunged his fangs into the plump flesh of her breast and began to feed.

  The Pleasurer screamed as her orgasm took her over the edge. Her body quivered and twitched as the aftershocks contin
ued. All Bacchus could do was grunt, while his hips bucked in time with the draw of his mouth. When he’d sated himself, he withdrew his fangs, licking the stray drops of blood from her skin. She shuddered and her body flushed anew. The venom from his bite would continue to give her pleasure for the next few hours and would ease any discomfort she might feel later. He reached for the Pleasurer’s hips and began to raise and drop her onto his still erect cock, while stroking the bundle of nerves hidden at the base of her skull.

  The woman whimpered as her need returned. “Please,” she murmured, her red eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “I don’t know if I can—“

  “More,” he bellowed, cutting off her protest. It would be a long journey to Earth, while he tried to hold his other form. Bacchus needed his senses filled and his body emptied in order to concentrate. Failure was not an option.

  The Pleasurer’s mouth descended to his shoulder. She blazed a trail of kisses to his neck, then sank her teeth into his skin.

  Bacchus roared in surprise, then came hard with a jerk of his hips. Pleasurers never bit clients. It was against guild rules. She'd obviously made an exception for him. Bacchus stroked the erogenous spot on her neck, pinching and squeezing the nerves until the woman gasped, following him into oblivion. She collapsed in a quivering heap on top of him, her breasts smashed against his chest, her lungs heaving.

  “That was amazing.” She sounded genuinely astonished.

  He hid a pleased smile. “Do we have time for one more?” Bacchus asked, already knowing the answer.

  The woman sat up and looked into his eyes, genuine regret in her gaze. “Sorry, Blood Warrior, but you know the rules. I have to attend to the next warrior on my list.”

  Bacchus kept his expression neutral to hide his disappointment. Just once, he’d like to wake with a woman beside him, wrapped in his embrace. “I understand,” he said. “Let me get your credits.”

  She slipped off his body, leaving his semi-hard cock to rest upon his chiseled abdomen. Bacchus rose and walked to the credit unit in his quarters. He hit several buttons and a green credit crystal popped out. He turned to the Pleasurer and handed the crystal to her.

  “Would you like to book your next session?” She pulled out a device that held her schedule and looked at him expectantly.

  Bacchus shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.”

  Something flashed in her red eyes. With any other woman he would’ve thought it was disappointment, but not a Pleasurer. They saw nothing beyond the green of the credit crystals.

  He showed the woman to the door. She stepped into the corridor, a faint smile ghosting her lips. Bacchus gave her a curt nod, then closed and sealed the entrance behind her. He ran a hand through his hair, sending black sweat-soaked strands down his back and over his chest as he leaned against the door. His cock twitched, rising without provocation. He'd have to deal with it or sleep would elude him. He took his length in his hand and began to stroke.

  Bacchus closed his eyes and imagined a woman’s hands encircling his thick girth, tickling his balls. His breathing stuttered as he deepened the fantasy. He imagined her lowering her head and taking him into her warm mouth. He pumped his cock harder, working his impressive length with his tight fist until red seed sprayed onto the floor. Bacchus opened his eyes and stared at the sticky liquid for a few moments, wondering if his essence would ever create a life inside a woman’s body.

  He growled in torment and pushed away from the door, walking to his bathing chambers. With the pass of his hand, a giant tub filled with hot, steaming water. He stepped down into the bath and sat on one of the many seats circling the round expanse. Bacchus closed his eyes and allowed the water to envelop him.

  His people were dying. He was dying.

  Like the Atlanteans, a race of people who settled on Earth thousands of years ago before returning back to their home planet of Zaron, Phantom males outnumbered Phantom females thirty-to-one. Unless the Phantom people discovered a compatible female race capable of meeting all their unique needs and bearing their children, they as a people would die out. Since Atlantean women were scarce and not a biological match due to a Phantom warrior’s unique physiology, their options were few. Many warriors chose to end their existence rather than live a life of never-ending loneliness.

  To outsiders, the Phantom people seemed like one large group, but they were actually made up of four distinct shifter species. Each group or clan had very different abilities and selective breeding habits, but all held the title of warrior. The Blood Clan, which Bacchus called family, resembled Earth’s mythical vampires and present day vipers. Their fangs transferred venom that could pleasure, numb or poison, depending on what venom sac the warrior accessed. They also fed on blood--though they could digest solids if necessary.

  His reptilian group constituted the largest percentage of their population, followed closely by the Winged Clan, pterodactyl-like shifters, the Claw Clan, which resembled saber-tooth tigers, and the Tooth Clan, wolf-bear hybrids that walked on two legs and would probably be considered mutant were-wolves on Earth.

  Phantoms grew up protecting their peoples' secrets. In the past, it had been a matter of life or total destruction. Today it was much the same, except their enemy was time. Which was why Bacchus found himself in his present predicament. He had never disregarded a direct order before. Honor was as important as breathing to him. He took his duties as a royal guard seriously, but when he'd been asked to remain on Planet Zaron, Bacchus knew he couldn't obey. Commander Orion had left him with no choice but to stow away.

  Desperation permeated his people. Earth remained their last great hope. There the male Phantom warriors would try to find mates. Bacchus had volunteered to be the first warrior to attempt such an enormous undertaking. His future and the future of his people rested squarely upon his shoulders.

  He may be the first to make the journey, but the Phantom people had given him very little time to succeed, a few days at most. If he did, word would spread and more warriors would come. If Bacchus failed, he feared self-destruction or rebellion.

  Success and failure weighed heavily on his three hearts as he plunged under the water and began to swim. He surfaced on the other side, relishing the feel of the warmth sloshing over his body. Tonight he'd prepare. Tomorrow, he’d leave for Earth.

  * * * * *

  Days later…in Los Angeles

  Bacchus slipped off the craft as it landed on Earth to drop off the Atlantean woman known as Cassandra. They were in a place called Los Angeles, which was apparently filled with humans. Bacchus hoped that included females. Commander Orion would notice a weight discrepancy when he left, but would otherwise remain blissfully unaware of his presence as he took off for someplace called New York.

  Last chance to change your mind, Orion said to Cassandra.

  She shook her head.

  Very well. Just use the device I gave you to return to the ship when you're ready.

  Bacchus followed Cassandra as she left the ship.

  He had studied as much as he could about the planet before departure. Although he didn’t feel comfortable on this new world, Bacchus knew he’d get by long enough to complete his mission. He turned his face toward the California sun, soaking in the heat. The crisp ocean air tickled his nostrils and gently caressed his hair, leaving the taste of salt upon his forked tongue. This planet was so much like Zaron, but different, more exotic in flavor and color.

  Earthlings began to arrive on the beach, shattering the tranquility of the morning. Many ran in tight formation, wearing loose gray clothing that sagged on their bodies. Bacchus watched in fascination. There seemed to be no ritual behind their actions. They neither trained for combat nor executed stealth moves.

  Strange, even for a primitive species.

  Several people passed. He followed one of the women down the wave-swept beach, taking care to blur his image in order to blend in with the environment. To the untrained eye, he would appear as a glimmer of light, a flash of
sun on the sand, invisible to all until he deemed otherwise. The woman’s ass sashayed with each step she took. Bacchus considered approaching, but decided against it when a male nearby called out her name. She stopped and waited, kissing the man when he neared, then they continued down the beach.

  Bacchus needed to learn more about this planet and its people. The vidlink had been helpful, but left out much information. The only way he could make up for the discrepancy was if he absorbed the knowledge. He searched the sands for another Earth male. He couldn’t take the chance with a female. The possibility of passing on his genetic coding was too great and far too important to squander indiscriminately. The code was for his future mate. Bacchus refused to think that he might not find her on this planet.

  Minutes passed without new encounters. Bacchus stared down the beach, wondering if he should leave this place and go search another area. He turned to go, when he noticed Cassandra glancing around. Seemingly satisfied that she was alone, she began to peel off her clothing. He couldn't seem to move or breathe as she stripped bare and stepped into the water. Bacchus had lain with Atlantean women, so he knew about their enormous sexual appetites. They were tame compared to his true nature, but adventurous enough to whet his desire. His cock rose as she disappeared under a wave. She continued to splash around, her blonde hair floating on the surface of the water, all the while believing that she was alone. He wondered if the female inhabitants of this planet would be any different.

  Would joining with an Earthling be the same or better? Would her primitive reproductive system be able to handle the transformation process? Would she respond to the pheromones that a Phantom warrior expelled during mating? All good questions he could not readily answer while watching the Atlantean female frolic in the sea.