WarDog: Book Twelve in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series by Alana Khan (types of ebook readers TXT) 📕

An orgasm sneaks up on me. I didn’t even feel it build as my muscles spasm. It’s one of those events you’re not even sure is a climax, with a few half-hearted spasms that hardly give you release—they just leave you wanting more.

Bayne’s beautiful head lifts to inspect me, a quizzical look on his face, his head tipped, brow slightly lowered. The embarrassing awareness comes barreling at me that he’s seen me orgasm before, and this was nothing like what he spied as a furry creature.

What he watched from the side of my bed was usually frenzied self-pleasuring of the one-and-done variety designed to get me off and then get on with my day or go to sleep. Does he think his work here is done?

“More.” I don’t know how my voice is breathy and demanding at the same time.

He grins at me, making no effort to hide his long, sharp teeth, then removes his clothes before he returns to his task. This time he’s less goal-driven. He nuzzles me with his nose, gives me the most careful nips with canine teeth, and teases me until my fingers grip his pelt.

My head whips back and forth on the pillow as I clutch him, moaning. I love looking at his auburn head bobbing between my legs, feeling the hard rasp of his fingers at my hips, and that talented, dedicated tongue providing me endless pleasure.

This time when my climax builds, there’s no doubt it’s going to be a real one. My thighs quiver as I press against his tongue even harder, straining to reach the pinnacle. When his hand slips up my thigh, awakening every nerve ending along the way, I’m panting—so close.

“Yes!” One hundred percent of my focus is on that hand, hoping it will lodge in my hot, waiting channel.

One thick finger slides inside me, giving my waiting muscles something to clamp onto. I release at that moment with a long, low keen of pleasure. The spasm lingers for glorious moments as my pelvis arches off the bed and my fingers tighten in his fur.

The orgasm went on so long, the muscles in my belly feel tender. I almost feel too spent to pull him up to lie with me.

His lips bestow affectionate kisses to me, dotting my face with the sweetest little smacks. I smell myself on him. It’s intimate.

“That was amazing,” I say after dragging my lids open so I can look into his beautiful, swirling golden eyes.

His answer is a low growl that is as far from aggressive as a sound can be. It’s rough and masculine and appreciative.

“Highest praises to you, Sir.”

He nips me with his blunt front teeth, then scrapes one sharp canine down the curve of my jawline.

After pulling me close so we’re both lying on our hips, he holds me in his arms, somehow rocking me a bit. I feel safer than I’ve felt in a long time, and allow myself to sink into the feeling.

“So that’s what you meant when you offered to ease me? I don’t know what I was thinking when I refused,” I joke, but it’s also meant as an apology.

“We’ll make up for it now,” he promises. “The males talk about their females constantly. They say Earth females are capable of endless pleasure. I’d like to experiment—I wonder what they mean by endless?”

He laughs, but I think he’s serious. He won’t get any complaints from me.

“And you, Bayne? Are you ready for your pleasure?”

A shadow of sadness flits across his face, then he hides it with a smile as he says, “Always.”

I can’t read his mind, but for a moment I remember how long he was in canine form, and how little pleasure he’s had in his life. This thought just makes me want to give him more of it.

With both palms, I push him onto his back, taking a moment to enjoy the contrast of the smooth skin on his chest as opposed to the thick fur on his shoulders. I straddle his waist, feeling his hard cock standing tall, straining along the seam of my ass.

“Fast or slow, Bayne? Want me to make you desperate, or are you already there?”

“I’ve waited a long time for this.” His jaw is tight, his nostrils flared, and every muscle in his body is poised to explode.

“I want to make you feel so good, Bayne,” I say with a shy smile.

I lean forward, plant one perfect close-lipped kiss on his mouth, then kiss a trail to his chin, down his throat, between his pecs, over sculpted abs, and through his happy trail until I’m face-to-face with his cock.

It’s a gorgeous cock, as these things go, and accentuates the fact that he’s an alien. It's thick, hard, and long, a lighter golden color than his skin, and has a plump head that is already weeping one luminous milky bead of pre-cum which I swipe with my tongue. It has a spicy, almost cinnamon tang to it.

The most distinguishing feature, though, is that instead of being a cylinder, it’s more like three balls stacked on top of each other. The one at the base is the thickest, the middle slightly less so, and the top is more the size of a human male.

For a moment I wonder how it will fit when the time comes, then I set another intention, which is to embrace whatever comes—which should be Bayne in a few minutes.

I ring the flat of my tongue around his head and use my tongue tip to explore the underside of his crown. His vigorous hip upthrust tells me I’m on the right track. A few more laps around the head of his cock, and his long fingers lodge in my hair.

Somehow I know he’s using all his