WarDog: Book Twelve in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series Alana Khan (i like reading TXT) š
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āYouāre trying to kill me, Lāā He thinks he caught himself in time, but he just awakened all the snakes. Shit. I thought we were going to get to the finish alone this time--just him and me without the snakes. Not tonight, I guess.
But heāll never know. I want him to think I didnāt hear him almost call me āLoveā. In fact, I speed up, bobbing my head, moaning in pleasure, providing more pressure with my lip-covered teeth. Heās panting, his thick fingers taking extra effort to be gentle on my shoulders, so I donāt feel like heās forcing me onto his cock.
He doesnāt need to compel me to do this. I love it. I love giving him physical pleasure. Itās the only thing Iām capable of giving.
āGotta slow down, Mads,ā he says as he flips me onto my back and maneuvers between my legs in one swift move.
Two hundred pounds of gladiator muscle is crouched between my thighs with one mission and one mission only. This man wants to hear me come.
He wonāt be satisfied with a faint little moan, either. He wonāt stop until Iām screaming loud enough for everyone on the ship to hear. Weāre a little family. My screaming orgasms quit embarrassing me before we even staged our insurrection, when we were in the cell block. Thereās no way to hide them, and they make him so fucking happy.
I guess a few good things came from his gladiator training. He has the stamina of five males, and he had to train with his non-dominant hand, so this male is ambidextrous in all the right ways.
He can finger fuck me with one, and practically bring me to orgasm with the other just plucking my nipples.
āYou just keep getting better at that,ā I tell him between gasping pants as my head thrashes against the pillow. I pull my knees up, my heels flat on the mattress, and canāt contain my urge to press his beautiful head even harder against my clit.
I come with a grunt, then a long, howling moan. Somehow, he knows what every wordless noise and changing pitch means. He knows when to get right down to business, and when to back off to prolong my ecstasy.
Tonight, I just want it hard and fast, and the red male is delivering it as if he had a written playbook.
He strings three orgasms together, first using one finger, then two, then a third. He does the come-hither thing just when I think Iām rolling to a stop, and amps me up for several more releases. Itās only now that he gives me what I truly desireāthat beautiful cock.
Iām slippery with my own release, he needs no help to enter me in one long, hard, delicious drive.
āThatās right, Stryker. Right where you belong,ā I whisper as I feel my inner muscles quiver against him, setting off a chain reaction of explosionsāmine and his. I love to feel his come jet into me. It never fails to make me feel so feminine, and somehow cared for and owned. The snakes always go away, at least for a moment, after he comes.
I pull him down onto me, our bodies hot and sweaty. I lick his pec with the tip of my tongue so I can go to sleep with his taste in my mouth.
I let him cuddle me after sex. Itās the only time I allow it. And now the snakes come back to play, hissing at me, deriding me for āallowingā anything in a relationship like this. Iām an awful person. I know it.
With two people, one shouldnāt have power over the other. But itās the only way I can bear to be in a cabin alone with him. If he didnāt follow my rules, my edicts, Iād never be able to tolerate him walking through the doorway.
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I wake early, today like every day. Strykerās gone, just as I expected. I laid down the ground rules the day we were freed: no words of endearment, no praises about my looks, no sleeping over unless expressly requested, and if so, be gone when I arise.
Bitch, my heckler hisses.
No shit, is my honest reply.
I need to get going, an entire ship full of people are going to be in the dining room wanting breakfast in an hour and I donāt have time to dawdle.
Except I canāt force myself out of bed.
I knew this was coming. Itās why I tried to keep him at armās length since the day we met. I knew I could fall for him quick and hard if I allowed it. How could I resist the gentle giant? Look at his big, strong hands, yet they touch me with such exquisite tenderness. And the way he looks at me, the way heās looked at me almost from the moment we met. God, what woman doesnāt dream of a male gazing at her with adoration?
I didnāt want to taint him. I didnāt want my snakes to infect him, too. But here we are. Does he think heās sly? Does he really think I donāt know he sneaks into the bathroom at night and turns on the light just so he can look at me? Does he think his little slips where he almost says the āLā word trick me?
I know how he gazes at me with longing when he doesnāt think I notice. And it breaks my heart that I canāt reciprocate.
Hot tears flow down my cheeks. Tears of sadness. And self-loathing, too. Donāt forget that.
Iām getting worse. I knew this was coming.
Iāve fought depression since my teens. It waxes and wanes. Some days are worse, some are better, but on the whole, the really dark times come every few years. Those are the periods
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