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

is better than I could have ever dreamed. It’s with that thought that his fingers make the beckoning motion and push me over the edge into the most beautiful release I’ve ever had. The confluence of having the male of my dreams and the pleasure of my body is almost more than I can bear as I ride wave after wave of crashing, clutching, spasming bliss.

I should be sated, but I want him inside me right this minute. No. It’s more than want, it’s need. It’s urgent that we completely join together, bonding, becoming even more than mates. He’s my partner, my everything.

“Come inside me, Love.”

His joyous smile lights up his golden face as he places himself at my entrance and eases into me. Many things are different with A’Zul in this form, but his cock feels the same. Large and wide and perfect inside me.

He waits until my eyes find his. This reminds me of our first days together, when he couldn’t talk but we learned to communicate on another level. I know exactly what those blue eyes are telling me, and I answer him back with all the love I have to give.

And then everything shifts. His hips start a slow rhythm that quickly transforms into deep, powerful strokes. At the end of every thrust, he bestows the little circling press of his hips that wrests a tiny grunt of pleasure from my mouth.

His hips are pistoning now, slamming into me. He’s staking a claim, shouting his possession. My nails bite into his shoulders in response, urging him on—faster, deeper, harder.

I come, my inner muscles spasming around him. My whole world contracts to the feelings in my body, and then narrows further to the spasms radiating from my core. He waits a few seconds for me to recover, smiles more broadly, and begins again.

This time, though, I don’t start from level zero, I start at a nine out of ten and build from there, discovering ten is nowhere near the limit of my pleasure.

I am Icarus, flying too close to the sun. I spiral higher and higher, feeling free from the constraints of my human body. Then the most powerful orgasm of my life slams through me, capturing my breath and stealing my ability to think.

Feelings. Pure pleasure. Bliss. Perfection.

Then I circle down, and my eyes seek his. Those flame-blue eyes hold mine as he releases into me. I watch the muscles in his face tighten as he throws his head back in pleasure. The cords in his neck bunch as his bliss flies through him, scattering his molecules. For a moment I see his green form shimmer. Slag. I love him too.

Then A’Zul is back, panting and smiling and connected. He drops the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips and turns us, still linked, onto our sides.

“My mate,” I say, cupping his smooth, golden cheek with my palm.

“Mate,” he replies, a satisfied smile radiating from his face.

Epilogue

Two years later . . .

KJ

“I have the perfect life,” I say to the women as they walk me to the gangway.

“You won’t miss us? Just a little?” Brin asks as she hugs me.

“Of course, I will. With a caper like this, you know I won’t be able to stay away long. The adrenaline is delicious—and addictive. Just comm us when you need our help again.”

A’Zul strides down the hallway, laughing with Thantose and Devolose. I love the way his eyes light up when he sees me even though we just had breakfast together.

“You ready to see our son?” he asks.

“Can’t wait.”

It’s not like I haven’t seen our one-year-old at least twice a day for the weeks we’ve been gone from To’mah. His grandma learned how to operate the long-distance comm like a champ and we know the minutiae of his life down to what he eats for breakfast every day.

My arms ache to hold him, though.

Being on the Ataraxia I can’t help but think about my first ride on a spaceship two years ago. My heartrate jackrabbits at the memory of the terror of being ripped from my home and forced to choose between being a sex slave or laboring in an irradiated mine.

My glance darts to my mate. He saved me from that. He protected me, then befriended me, then loved me, then transformed me, along with himself.

We’ve had a wild ride these past two years. I wouldn’t trade a minute of it.

When I learned I was pregnant, we decided that when it was closer to my time we would stay on To’mah. I love the simple life there, and his mom, indeed his whole tribe, have welcomed me with such love.

I had worried that his people wouldn’t accept a woman of a different race who came to them from a distant planet. I shouldn’t have been afraid, though. They are people who take shape-shifting and flying as everyday occurrences. Why would a little human make them uncomfortable?

We were unable to communicate with To’mah, so they had no idea we were coming. Usually, a spaceship meant the reapers were there to abduct people. So everyone in the village was hiding, fearing the reapers had come to steal someone.

When A’Zul walked down the gangway and called out to assure them, the shouts and cries and rejoicing brought tears to my eyes. Every soul in his village came to welcome us. I watched as he and his mom hugged for long moments. She couldn’t keep her hands from cupping his cheeks or swiping a stray hair off his forehead.

Many of the males clasped both his upper arms in greeting, and later they renewed their friendships over fire pits and hunting expeditions.

There was an especially poignant moment when the high priest, elderly and walking with a beautifully carved cane, brought a goblet of water from the source