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

all through it, though, which made it difficult for me to stay hard. I’ve never found it arousing to hurt anyone. But we got through it and began an easy truce.

The gladiators staged a revolt within a week. We commandeered the ship and now we’re speeding through the galaxy making money from gladiator matches where we get to keep our own purses. Almost all the money I earn goes back to the ship. My contribution makes me feel like I’m a part of something bigger than myself.

We’ve formed a family on this ship, as well as adding another vessel to our little armada. We’re all escaped slaves just trying to stay one step ahead of the Feds and our former owners, the MarZan cartel.

Many of those original couples have formed permanent matings. Maddie and I, though, are what she calls ‘fuck buddies’. I never let her know how this designation squeezes my heart. I just try to be the same Stryker I’ve always been. I’m a male who has a strong sense of right and wrong, and I’m loyal. It’s my fondest hope that one day she’ll want us to be more than fuck buddies.

I’ve bonded with her. I love her, although I know better than to say it. That’s why I like to stay awake until she’s sleeping heavily. I wind a strand of her springy brown hair around one of my huge fingertips, and I whisper how much I love her without fearing her rejection.

It doesn’t matter how good I think we are together. She needs to feel that way, too. Obviously, she doesn’t.

Although I don’t understand why she rejects me yet shares her body with me, I sometimes get the feeling something eats at her from the inside. If she would only share her worries and concerns with me, I would be able to make everything better. I’m strong and fearless. If she would reveal what weighs on her so heavily, I will go to the ends of the galaxy to fix it.

I’ve asked, but she denies anything is wrong.

There’s one way we’re compatible. In bed. She seldom grants me permission to sleep with her, but she’s never said no to sex. I love to provide her endless pleasure, and she’s never failed to make me feel good. It’s the one place she’s giving. Generous in fact.

I press my nose under her ear and nuzzle her, then suck in a deep, humid breath. We’ve been together long enough that I know every move, every technique to arouse her. She loves to be awakened like this—fully ready for sex.

Once she even let it slip why she liked it. She said this way’s the best because she doesn't get in her own way. I’m not certain what that means, but I think sometimes it’s hard for her mind to shut down enough for the pleasure to take over. When she wakes up wet and wanting, though, she can dive into the act. Even though it’s with me.

Maddie

I’m on fire. Oh, Stryker’s doing it again. I love when he wakes me like this, my core already dripping wet, my nipples hard as diamonds, my hips thrusting. Sometimes I wake with a little moan on my lips, like now.

“Stryker,” I whisper. He likes when I say his name. It’s the least I can do to please him.

His thick, calloused fingers pluck my nipples just the way that quickens my pulse and makes me wet. I roll onto my back and open my thighs, giving him complete access to me.

“Maddie,” he growls, biting back the things I know he wants to say.

Damn. It’s going to be one of those nights. Sometimes I can shut out my shitty thoughts and just dive into the physical pleasure. I can already tell tonight won’t be that night. The snakes in my head are coming out to play in full force. Screaming at me, chastising me, deriding me.

You’re such a fucking bitch to him, one of my many inner critics scolds. Great. Even the heckler is on duty tonight.

I redouble my efforts to take pleasure from Stryker’s sexy hands, his deep breathing, his hard cock pulsing against my thigh. When that doesn’t stop the contemptuous voices in my head, I wiggle out of his grip and push him onto his back, then dive for his cock.

His hard cock in my mouth is one of the only things guaranteed to keep the crazy thoughts out of my head. Ahh, yes. It’s working.

I love everything about this male’s body. Every plane, every muscle, the shallow divots on his flanks, and the little ones on either side of the base of his spine. My fingers adoringly explore his ropey shoulder muscles. When we're not in the thick of things, I even like the soft hair under his arms. I like everything about this body.

It’s hard and masculine and tastes good. Even when he comes in from the ludus after sparring. When he tries to jump in the shower before I attack him, I’ll catch him just to snatch a taste of his salty tang.

I like his face. I know he’s self-conscious about his scars, but I don’t see them anymore. I just see the compassionate male beneath his skin. I wish I could see him now, but I can’t bear to have the lights on during sex. I don’t like the way I look, which makes it hard for me to find my pleasure. Since the lights are on now, I’ll keep my eyes closed.

Right now, though, with his thick cock in my mouth, all the writhing snakes in my head are finally silenced. It’s just me and him. A fucking miracle.

I cup his balls in my palm and roll them just the way he likes.

“Maddie,” he says on a deep sexy groan.

That’s right Stryker, no one deserves pleasure more than you. I