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

Opening wide, I moan with pleasure as I welcome him into the warmth of my mouth. He moans in response, his fingers tightening in my hair. Reaching between his legs, I hold the weight of his balls in my palm as I ease myself as far as I can down his shaft until my lips are in the hollow between the first and second bulb.

After several trips up and down, his cock thoroughly wet from my saliva, I get to work bobbing up and down, my tongue licking as I go. It’s easy to be generous with Bayne. Not only was he equally generous to me, but giving him pleasure is as exciting as receiving it.

I push myself further and get halfway down the second bulge, then use my tongue to swipe further. The indent between the two bulbs is extra sensitive—he moans then snarls. The sound is so passionate I find it sexy.

I can tell he’s close, his hips are making micro-thrusts. I know he’s trying not to choke or overwhelm me, it’s just that this must feel incredible to him. I want to taste him, but at the last minute, he forcefully pulls me off of him and releases toward the side of the bed, grunting in ecstasy, and finishing with a satisfied growl.

Lifting me under my arms, he pulls me to lie on his chest and pets my head as he murmurs and kisses my temple.

“Good?” Silly question. The orgasm, grunt, and growl were pretty self-explanatory.

“Better than my fantasies, and those were pretty good.” He kisses me again.

“Next time I want to taste you,” I say, unable to drag my gaze from his.

He tilts his head to inspect my face, not certain he believes me, but doesn’t answer. If he was like most men, this would be his cue to roll over and snore, but he leaps out of bed, grabs a towel and cleans up, then slides into bed and snuggles me.

I don’t know where our relationship is going, but I certainly like where we are.

Chapter Seven

Bayne

I wake with Willa wrapped in my arms. I’ve woken close to her many times since I met her, but it was always when I was in canine form.

Yes, WarDog sighs with contentment, her touch, her pats, her cuddles, her kisses, we were seldom apart. I feel a sudden surge of jealousy and resentment which I quickly suppress.

Since I’ve been walking on two legs again, I dreamed of sweet Willa in my arms, and here we are. My arm is slung tightly around her waist, her head resting on the fur of my shoulder and her little hand splayed out on my chest as if she’s seeking my heat. A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. My lips tip into an easy smile knowing I make her happy even in sleep.

Nibbling at her mouth, I wake her. I get the privilege of seeing her first true smile of the morning.

“Bayne,” her grin stretches wider when she realizes she’s in bed with me. “I’m so glad last night wasn’t just a dream. You’re here, and you’re hot.” One eyebrow raises as if she just told a dirty joke.

I kiss her playfully, but when she kisses me back there’s nothing playful about it. Soon our tongues are exploring each other, then my head bends to her breast and she rolls onto her back in open invitation. I try to replay the events of last night, but she has other ideas.

She climbs on top of me, her knees above my shoulders as she faces my feet, and plays with my already hard cock. Although I want to pay attention to what my sweet Willa is doing to me, her bottom is less than a hand’s breadth from my face. My slow morning brain finally wises up to the obvious invitation, and within a moment we’re pleasuring each other at the same time. This must be one of the things the other males boasted about when they talked of the endless pleasure Earth females loved to give and receive.

When we’re both spent and panting, our heads finally near each other on the pillows again, Captain Zar’s voice booms over the comm.

“Males and females. I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’ve arranged with Captain Beast of the Devil’s Playground to meet today. His crew will be boarding within the hoara. When that is complete, the crew of both ships will meet in the dining room. I’ll comm to tell you when to join us.”

I wonder if Beast knows I’m no longer in canine form. Several months ago, Beast, Aerie, another gladiator named Ar’Tok, Willa, and I were in a holding cell on a slave ship bound for auction.

The moment Willa saw me I could sense her fear. Now that my thinking is clearer it’s obvious why. My canine form was huge, and my long, sharp teeth as well as my collar’s four-inch metal spikes must have been intimidating.

In order to calm her, I crawled to her on my belly, then nudged her hand with my nose. She instantly relaxed and began to pet me. From that first moment, we were inseparable—until I changed into my two-legged form.

Since then Ar’Tok mated Star, a human female he rescued from a malfunctioning satellite, and Beast and Aerie mated. We appropriated the slave ship and Beast, a natural leader, was elected captain. Along the way, we rescued more gladiators, most of whom are on his ship, the Devil’s Playground. I saw him at the dance last night but the chemistry between him and Aerie was so hot I doubt he was aware of anyone other than her.

Something big must be about to happen if the two ships have converged and we’re having a meeting of all