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

work on him, not wanting to wait an extra second to get to bed. Refusing to wait for him to dry every spot, I grab his towel from him and toss it on the floor where it joins the one I discarded, then pull him into the bedroom.

When we’re inches from the bed, I suddenly feel shy. I turn in his arms and stretch on tiptoe to kiss him.

As frenzied as we were moments ago, everything has slowed down and become suddenly serious. He feels it too. His head cocks and his eyebrows lower in question. When he realizes he hasn’t spoken his query out loud, he says, “We can wait. We don’t have to—”

“We’ve waited long enough, Bayne. We deserve a medal for waiting. This is going to be amazing.”

“You’re already amazing,” he says. His words are sweet, but the look in his eyes, so warm, so full of love, is even sweeter.

He tenderly lifts me and sets me onto the middle of the bed, then prowls from the foot of the bed on his hands and knees. Splitting me open, his hands on my knees, he’s about to put his mouth on me when he stops.

My lids had already shuttered closed, but they pop open to see what stopped his forward motion. He’s sitting back on his heels, drinking me in with his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, Willa. I’m a lucky male.”

With that, he dips his head, and the time for talking is over. He nips my inner thigh from knee to the seam of my leg. His teeth don’t hurt, but they’re not particularly gentle. The touch is incendiary. Then he adds accelerant to the fire when I feel the sharp drag of one fang as it traces a fiery path back to my knee and up again. He’s careful not to draw blood, but there’s something about the danger that he could be slicing me to ribbons that is the ultimate turn-on.

My hands lodge in his soft ruff, then move to the top of his head to clutch there, my thumbs on the velvet of his pointed ears.

I love this part of him. It’s his alien aspect, his differences, that remind me of both our distinctions and our similarities.

He bends his head and spears his tongue into me. It’s shocking in its intensity, especially because there was no preamble.

“So good, Bayne,” I whisper, even though I know so many more good things are in store for me.

He releases a throaty growl, telling me just how good this is for him, too. Then his tongue, so thick and blunt as it pierced my channel, becomes thin and flexible when he points it and swiftly flicks my clit with dedicated precision.

I move my hands to clench the sheets, not wanting to hurt him as my grip tightens with every increment my passion ratchets up.

My hips thrust as I raise my knees, my heels approaching my bottom as I strain to find release. When one finger slides into my wet channel, my orgasm hits, my internal muscles clenching around him.

My ass lifts off the bed and I ride the waves of ecstasy as his fluttering tongue and beckoning fingers milk every last drop of pleasure from my release.

Was it only a few hours ago that I experienced one of the most terrifying moments of my life? Because now I’m relaxed and safe and loved. This moment is made all the more perfect because of what happened on Fairea.

I love this male. I love his quiet strength and his protective impulses and his tenderness.

“Make love with me Bayne.”

Even with my blatant invitation, he pauses to kiss me, then nips the column of my neck and moves lower to my shoulder. His blunt front teeth scrape the tip of one nipple as his fingers pluck the other. WarDog’s close. I can feel it. It’s almost as if I can feel him lurking behind Bayne’s eyes.

I’m so amped up from what we’ve already done and what we’re about to do that I feel my heart pounding in my clit. My channel is clenching, waiting to be filled.

Bayne switches breasts, his mouth on the other one, stubbornly refusing to take us where we both so desperately want to go. I want to pound on his back in frustration, but I just smile, knowing he delays our gratification in order to make it better.

Finally, I take things into my own hands—literally—by reaching between us and notching him at my channel. He would have to be made of steel to say no to this.

Instead of plunging into me, though, he makes sure our gazes are locked, then drops one perfect kiss on my lips. He slides into me in a slow plunge.

I’m so ready for him, so wet, so primed, but it is still an invasion. I’ve never been with a male nearly as well-endowed as Bayne. When he gets to his second bulge, he pulses in and out in order to get past the barrier.

It is so deliciously sensual, so arousing, I feel my internal muscles spasming around him. My eyes shock open in surprise. I didn’t feel this orgasm coming. It’s a delightful mini-climax that is not only pleasurable for me, but milked Bayne’s cock to the point he grunts, trying to control his own release.

When my muscles quit spasming, Bayne continues to press into me. His third bulge is bigger than the other two. I never thought he’d fit into me, but we’re both determined, and he finally slides all the way in, up to the hilt.

It’s tight and rides the razor’s edge between pleasure and pain. When he begins rocking his hips against me, my awareness of pain vanishes, and all I feel is pleasure.

I’m swimming in a pool of pleasure—no, bliss. I’m in ecstasy when I feel him pull all the way