Slag: Book Four in the Galaxy Pirates Alien Abduction Romance Series (Shifter) Alana Khan (love letters to the dead .txt) 📖

me. If we don’t do something now, like right this fucking minute, we won’t be able to escape. Even if he shifts into his dragon form in ten minutes, once we’ve left atmo, he’ll shred this little vessel and we’ll all die in the dark blackness of space.

Now. It’s the only thing we have. How can I get his dragon to come out?

Earlier today, was it only a few hours ago, he told me his animals were close, and he could only keep tenuous control of them. That was during sex. And the first time he shifted to his stallion and then his dragon was when we were having sex on the Ataraxia and I thought I was hallucinating

If I do what I’m thinking, I’ll be betting on the longshot of all longshots, but I have nothing to lose. Absolutely nothing.

“A’Zul,” I whisper in a singsong voice so low I doubt he can hear me. There’s something about the way I’m looking at him, though, that catches his attention. “A’Zul,” I whisper loud enough for him to hear.

A’Zul’s eyes are riveted on me. His glowing green irises flare as if something inside him is coming to life.

“A’Zul,” I say. “I think our time together is going to come to an end very soon and I want to live out one last fantasy. Are you game for some hot sex?” He sits up, his chest puffs out, interest and understanding spark on his face.

“A’Zul’s a good boy,” I say, not like I’d say to a little boy who just helped clear the table, but like I’d say to a male while I held his cock in my hand. And what do you know, he pulls off his clothes and his body reacts just the way I was hoping. His cock pulses and hardens as I watch.

I’m sitting on my bed, facing my mate. He’s standing, his back against the bars as he looks at me. I have every reason to believe we’re being surveilled, but I don’t give two shits. That might work to my advantage. Whoever’s in charge of watching might be too busy jacking their own cock to realize what’s happening until it’s too late.

I kick off my shoes, pull my pants off, and sit back on my bunk, my legs open wide. A’Zul sits up taller and his eyes slide down my body, lodging on the space between my legs.

“That’s right big guy. See this? Want this? Did you ever dream of this when you were on To’mah? Hmm? Did you dream of a mate who loved you? Who wanted to give herself to you? I bet you never smelled it when you were imagining it. Did you? Not the real thing.”

I’m not only giving him the full monty, I’m going to add a little olfactory sensation to the pot. Up the ante.

“Smell me?” my voice has never sounded so tempting. It’s dripping with honey. As is my pussy, although I don’t know how I manage to be aroused in a situation like this.

A’Zul’s hard as a rock. He’s making soft grunting sounds in the back of his throat.

“Oh yeah. Like this? Mmm?” I open myself even wider then, put the soles of my feet on the edge of the mattress, and splay my knees out.

“I’m going to let you have this. We can do it through the bars. Your cock is certainly big enough to reach through if I come closer, right?” I’m not asking for answers, I’m tempting a recalcitrant animal from its hiding place.

“You want this, right?” I slide two fingers through my dripping folds. “Right?” I flick the tip of my tongue up a wet finger. “You want a taste, don’t you?” Another salacious lick. “Right?”

A’Zul stifles a noise between a squeak and a moan. His eyes drift up and down my body as if he doesn’t know where to look first.

“Oh, yeah. You want to lick this cream?” When I became a femme fatale I have no idea, but I could win an Academy Award for this.

“This is all for you. The taste.” One more long, flirtatious lick with the flat of my tongue. “The smell.” I breathe in deeply for emphasis. “Your cock in my warm hole. You want that, right? Right?”

I stand lithely and stalk to the bars as if I’d been brought up in a nudist camp and was a stripper my whole adult life. I don’t give two fucks who’s watching. I don’t care that I’m acting like the biggest whore who ever lived. There are only two living beings in the entire universe who matter right this minute.

A’Zul and me. I’m desperate to lure Dranii out.

Sliding to my knees, I kneel, my hands gripping the bars that separate our cells.

“Come fuck me.” I’m back to whispering. “Fuck me. It’s you I want. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

A’Zul is looking at me as if he wants to jam his cock down my throat. But that is not the deal. That will not save our lives.

“A’Zul,” I say in that deep, throaty voice that is only used for one thing—asking your man to fuck you. “Fuck me.”

I don’t have the time or mental energy to assess if this is working. I hear the motors powering up. We couldn’t have more than a couple of minutes before we launch into hyperspace and then Dranii becomes a liability instead of an asset.

Reaching my hand through the bars, I put my palm up. “I want your cock. I want your cock in my hand. Then I’ll suck it into the warmth of my mouth. Then I’ll scoot closer . . .”

I work my knees partway through the bars, my legs wide, giving him a perfect view of my dripping pussy. The smell alone has to be driving him wild. A’Zul’s hand