WarDog: Book Twelve in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series Alana Khan (i like reading TXT) 📖

sighs of pleasure. His taste is an interesting combination of sweet and spicy. I feel compelled to inform him of this.

“You taste so good,” I tell him eloquently.

He doesn’t answer, simply strokes my tongue and lodges his hands at my waist.

“I’ve wanted to do this since that day I shifted on Aeon II,” he says.

“I was so embarrassed.”

“That’s over now, but if we stay here any longer, I think I’ll make you unhappy again.” He pulls away, panting, his eyes roaming my face as if he can’t believe we’re here in this intimate embrace.

“No. Nothing you’re doing is making me unhappy,” I tell him, trying to hide the whine from my voice. I want to keep kissing.

“Our first coupling should be perfect, and if we don’t leave, it will be here. We should join the others. Dancing should be accompanied by music, don’t you think?”

He’s right. This isn’t the right time or place.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to the doorway.

“You look beautiful tonight, Willa. Like a picture.”

The way he’s looking at me, I wish I could capture it for eternity. The golden swirls in his eyes, the affection, the . . . lust. I should bottle this moment.

He grabs my hand and stalks to the doorway like a male on a mission. I scurry to keep up with his long strides and follow toward the dining room where lively music is playing.

These people have become my friends—both of our friends. Every eye in the room is trained on us upon our return. They’ve been secretly and not so secretly hoping Bayne and I would patch up our relationship after our quarrel. Looking at my small hand clutched in his big one, I guess it’s no secret that things have changed between us.

Aerie gives me a close-lipped smile, and I see Stryker nod approvingly at Bayne. I love being on this ship. It’s like the best and worst of a large family. Some of them can be intrusive, maybe even bossy, but you know every single one of them has your best interests at heart.

Aerie and her mate Beast are here for the dance from the Devil’s Playground. Wow, Beast’s dancing is erotic as sin. Aerie is totally enraptured. Huh...never would have guessed the big guy had it in him.

Bayne pulls me to the back corner and dances. I don’t know the first thing about his home planet, or his people, but watching him dance I wonder if they were primitive. There’s something about the way his hips sway and his feet pound that I can imagine him performing these same actions around a flickering bonfire.

At first, I’m shy and just sway my hips in time with the music. Bayne doesn’t judge, he just keeps dancing, allowing the music to carry him away. I catch my reflection in the metal wall and notice the juxtaposition of our images.

His wild gyrations pulse with immediacy. At times he throws his head back in the sheer exuberance of the moment. My staid little two-step doesn’t do him justice.

I focus on the hem of my scarf dress as it gently sways. Setting my goal to make it swing, I snap my hips from side-to-side. I like the way the fabric moves. Keeping my gaze away from the reflection of my face, knowing I’d be embarrassed, I just focus on the hem. When it’s moving more wildly, I pay attention to the feelings in my body.

It feels good to shake my hips in time with the music, to feel the pulsing beat and allow my torso and limbs to dive in and experience it. It’s as if I’m savoring music for the first time. I immerse myself even deeper, allowing my shoulders into the mix. Then my head, as it dips front to back and side to side.

I’m fully in the music for the first time in my life. When I glance at my reflection I see the hem of my dress twirling and floating, giving glimpses of calves and knees and even a flash of my thighs.

The male in the reflection looks like he belongs with me. We’re both gyrating primitively to the pounding beat. I’m having fun! And my body is fully alive.

I toss my head back and laugh, my lips turned up in a happy smile. For the first time since we entered the dining room, I look comfortably into Bayne’s eyes.

“We look good together,” he says, his heated gaze on me, that golden gaze flicking from my head to my toes and back again.

I move close to him, throw my arms around his furred shoulders, and place my lips next to his ear. “Indeed.”

Was Grace watching? She’s disc jockeying tonight, and she chose this moment to change from the hammering beat of this fast song to a slow ballad she found somewhere on the Intergalactic Database.

Bayne slips his arms around me, his hands resting on my hips, and tugs me closer. Everything is different than it was a moment ago. From frenzied movement, hips thrusting, head bobbing, to melting into my partner’s embrace.

My mind takes a snapshot of every detail of this moment. I love the feel of my fingers in Bayne’s pelt. It’s an auburn ruff that matches his hair and covers his shoulders and upper back. The hair is soft, just like WarDog’s. If someone had described this to me back on Earth it probably would have sounded awful, but here, now, on Bayne, it’s wonderful.

It’s soft and makes the skin underneath it even warmer than the rest of his body. It enhances his masculinity and the fact that he’s alien. I like that he’s not like anyone I dated before. He’s different. Sexier.

My hands trail lower, skimming over the black leather sash crossing his back so they can touch his warm exposed skin. There’s something