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

Oblivious to my inner struggle with my beast, Willa responds, “I’m a female,” she says with a toss of her long brown hair, “I have a strong desire to feel dominated.” Her smile isn’t slight anymore, it’s welcoming. “Some of the time,” she adds with a shrug of one shoulder.

I practically leap to bridge the distance between us. Pulling her to her feet, I grab her shoulders and slant my lips across hers in a claiming kiss. I’m addicted to her taste. It reminds me of the warm sunshine back home.

“I know we don’t want younglings, but as soon as it’s safe, I want to take you,” I growl into her ear, then assault her mouth as if it’s an enemy encampment. I would be taking her by force, except she puts up no resistance as I slide into the warm recesses of her mouth, tasting and tempting in return.

Her fingers lodge in my ruff. She must love the feel. Her fingers always rest there when I’m nearby whether I’m in humanoid or canine form.

“Make love with me, Bayne.”

“Yes. When it’s safe.”

“It is safe. The doc said as of today it’s working, and it’s completely reversible if we want to change things in the future.”

I pull back to look at her by the light of the laser lantern. As I inspect her face, I see no deception, just sincerity and urgent need.

My cock, already hard and wanting, twitches in my pants at the idea of taking her fully tonight. I can’t mate her, I know. We haven’t discussed it. She’d need to understand what she would be getting into and agree to it. But just the thought of sliding into her wet heat makes me more excited than I’ve ever been.

I loosen the latigo cords holding the top of her tunic together, then gather the hem between my fingers and pull it over her head.

“I want you so much, my Willa,” I whisper in her ear. “Tell me you’re ready for this.”

“I want you too, Bayne.”

To add truth to her words, her cool palms slide over my hot flesh to my waist, then rise to burrow into the pelt at my shoulders. I nip down the side of her neck, loving her sharp intake of breath when my fangs graze her skin.

She nips me back. If she was canine, her gentle nip might break my skin. As it is, though, her flat blunt teeth just tell me how much she wants me.

She eagerly pulls my loincloth below my knees, leaving it to me to step out of it because her hands are busy roaming across my ass.

“You’re the sexiest male I’ve ever known,” she says as her palms skim my flesh as if she wants to be certain to touch every spot on my body.

I’m planning what I want to do to her with as much care and precision as my tribe would prepare for an enemy invasion. I debate whether to conquer her slow and tender or hard and fast. Should I build her to the peak of pleasure with my mouth first, or let us come together quickly in the way we’ve been avoiding for days?

“Make love with me, Bayne. I need you,” she says, as her hand slides around my hip and grips my hard cock at the root. “We’ve waited long enough.”

WarDog is close, urging me on, flooding me with baser needs I usually keep at bay. I don’t shift, but it feels like my fangs elongate, making it easier for me to slide their tips along her tender flesh.

Again, I feel a surge of resentment. He had her to himself for three lunars. What we’re about to do is for me, not him. I force him back, Stay there or I will leash you, I threaten. He cowers, whimpers, and obeys. I get a sudden twinge of guilt for treating him like this after he has had to endure ten annums of enslavement, but I quickly tamp it down, force my attention from my interfering canine, and focus on the delectable female before me.

Careful not to prick her skin, I glide my fangs down the column of her neck and across her collar bone. This causes her to lift on her toes with a little shiver.

“Do that again,” her whisper is deep and breathy.

I oblige, shaking my head back and forth across the skin-covered bone. The scent of her arousal blooms on the air. I mimic my actions on her other collarbone and hear her suck in air as if the sheer pleasure surprises her.

I trace my fangs lower, over the gentle rise of her breast, then across the pink crest.

This pulls an appreciative hum from the back of her throat.

My hands are nestled just below her waist in the valley just before the swell of her shapely ass. Moving them lower, I cup her ass cheeks and yank her against me, grinding my cock along her seam, my knees bent so they’re the right height to provide her pleasure.

She mirrors my actions, her hands on my cheeks, ensuring we stay pressed together as she rides me, coating me with the slick evidence of her desire.

It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for this, even though it’s been a mere handful of days since we acknowledged our feelings for each other. We’re both ready, though. WarDog’s urges amplify my own desires. If I don’t keep control of him I might act rougher than Willa wants.

She pulls away enough that I feel cool night air against my skin where her warm skin had been. Grabbing my hand, she attempts a smile, but she’s too deep in the well of passion to pull it off. It’s too serious, too needy to look happy. It’s sexier than that and intensifies my desire.

Dragging me toward the