Slag: Book Four in the Galaxy Pirates Alien Abduction Romance Series (Shifter) by Alana Khan (books for 5 year olds to read themselves .txt) ๐
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Iโm boneless. I lay my head on his chest and allow myself a moment to bask in this pleasure.
Maybe itโs a noise that awakens me, or maybe my mind refused to allow me one more moment of the peace and joy this dream provided.
My eyes fly open, regretfully informing me Iโm back in my cabin, on board the Foolโs Errand. Immediately, my thoughts slip into normal Willa mode. I want to scold myself for my sexy dream, figure out what time it is, and hurry to the shower to get ready for another day aboard this vessel.
Maybe itโs that the dream was too exquisite, too perfect, but I refuse to jump into my workday routine. I decide to give myself a few minutes of pleasure, as if the huntsmen himself gave me permission.
My hand sneaks between my legs, finding myself drenched and ready. My little clit is plump and aroused. Grazing my fingers across it, I find itโs shockingly sensitized. I circle my clit, just as the huntsman did in my dream. Closing my eyes, I order my body to relax and enjoy this. Being able to give myself pleasure isnโt a crime, I remind myself.
Although my mind just had several mind-bending orgasms, my body is still desperate for release. Itโs the work of a moment to circle my clit, pressing just a bit harder in increments until I allow myself the gratification of flying over the edge.
This time, the release isnโt imaginary. My muscles spasm in bliss as they clench and release in a banquet of pleasure.
I float back into my body, open my shuttered eyes and see WarDog, paws on the bed, huge face an inch from mine, head cocked in interest. His hot breath fans my face.
โWarDog! Once every week or so youโve got to give me ten minutes of alone time.โ
He inches closer and nudges me with his soft, wet black nose. Somehow, that doesnโt seem like enough of an apology.
Now that Iโm fully awake, all the circumstances of my life come crashing back to me. A couple months ago I was stolen from my bed in Benson, Texas and crammed aboard an alien transport ship.
Aliens, yeah. Who knew? Well, actually, Iโd always believed in them, but the reality they existed was still a shock. The tusky boar-like aliens, called Urluts, stole me and transferred me to a different vessel for transport to auction.
It was on that ship that I met a few gladiators, another Earth girl, Aerie, and WarDog. The five of us were rescued by the good people of this ship.
People. Itโs a term I guess I should use loosely. There are a bunch of Earth women on board. All of us were abducted at various times. All the males, though, are aliens. Most of them are different species from each other. They have one thing in common, they were all gladiator slaves.
They were all imprisoned on a slave ship less than a year ago, and somehow overthrew their masters. Many of them have become couples over the months theyโve been together.
Rather than focus on the fact that I could be back in my real life in Texas, I try to thank my lucky stars every single day that I was rescued from slavery and am aboard this ship as a free woman.
We travel the galaxy in search of earning enough credits to evade our former owners, the MarZan cartel, who are still looking for us.
Many of the males still fight to earn money, though no one fights to the death. There are other matches, where the stakes arenโt that high, where they get to display their prowess and earn credits. Some donโt want to fight anymore, so theyโve found other ways to contribute, but the ones who do seem to enjoy their gladiator bouts.
Some of the women earn money, like Grace who sells her music. Aerie has made herself indispensable by wangling more money for the gladiatorsโ matches. She uses the negotiating skills she honed as an attorney back on Earth.
And me? Iโm still flailing. I help out everywhere I can--the laundry, the kitchen, cleaning. Everyone reassures me that my contribution is enough, but I never quite believe that.
Itโs not just my ability to stay on this ship thatโs on the line, I feel responsible for WarDog.
The Urluts threw us all into the same cell together. He scared the bejeebers out of me when I first saw him. More, even than the angry green gladiator, or the quiet, pale-skinned scarred one who shared our cell.
WarDog is huge. When he stands, his head comes up to my shoulder. Sitting, his height surpasses my head. If his two-inch-long teeth and snarly looks werenโt terrifying enough, the spiked metal collar was enough to keep anyone with a brain far away.
His body is chestnut brown, his ruff is golden. Itโs like a lionโs mane--wild and long and frames his face.
Despite his ferocious looks and enormous size, it took us about five minutes to bond. He shambled directly up to me the moment the Urluts locked us in the cell and nudged his soft, wet nose under my open palm, wanting a pet. His luminous golden eyes spoke wordlessly to me, and the second time he prodded me, I obliged. Weโve been inseparable ever since.
I always wanted to be a vet, I have a love of animals. At first, I believed I wasnโt smart enough. Iโd never been great at school and figured I was destined to have a menial job. It wasnโt until my senior year in high school that I was diagnosed with dyslexia.
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