Slag: Book Four in the Galaxy Pirates Alien Abduction Romance Series (Shifter) by Alana Khan (i like reading books .TXT) 📗

see them. He pulls his head back to gaze at me, then allows his lips to curl into a wider smile than he showed before. He’s getting all the preliminaries out of the way by exposing long, vicious white teeth.

Does he think they might frighten me? They don’t. I find them attractive. They’re different, tempting. I want to know how they’ll feel to my tongue, or lower, when that soft-lipped mouth explores me in other ways.

To answer his silent question, I approach him. I lean on tiptoe, slide my arms around his neck and pull him closer for another kiss. Within a moment, our tongues mingle and I learn how to avoid his deadly canines in order to garner pleasure, only pleasure.

His fingers tighten around my shoulders as he pulls me as close as two people can be. His head moves, dipping and bending as he plies me with kisses.

My mind is in too many places at once. I’m loving his mouth on mine and the war he’s waging as we thrust and parry. I’m also noticing the tight points of my nipples as they drag against the soft hair on his chest.

When his leg bends and he nestles his thigh between my legs, nudging them apart, then pressing on my clit, I think I’ll lose my mind. I don’t, though, I just moan, then dip my legs to garner more pressure from his obliging leg.

He slides his hands from my shoulders, down my back, and along my sides to my breasts. His thumbs strum my hardened buds in unison, causing me to suck in a surprised breath as pleasure bursts throughout my body.

Now he’s plucking them, and the feeling is so intense they ache from the exquisite pleasure.

We could go on like this forever--it feels that good--but I don’t want to. I want release. Urgently.

My hands have been lodged on his chest, but I liberate them from their perch and allow their slow slide down soft skin covering solid muscle. They travel southward, over hardened male nipples and rippling washboard abs, following the happy trail of hair below his navel until they find the prize. The proud staff jutting between us.

I smile in realization when I find It’s too thick for my fingers to reach around. While avoiding speech, I relay my appreciation with a feline noise of pleasure. He rewards me with a hard kiss on my lips and another nip of those sharp teeth on the column of my throat.

My hand still on his granite-hard cock, he grips my thigh, then glides higher. His hand slips between my legs, and one finger slides between my damp folds. He grunts his pleasure as his fingers slick along the slit, lubricating the way.

One finger enters me, then another, as he develops a rhythm. My nails bite into his pecs, then I tip my head back, letting it loll there as I bask in his ministrations.

I try not to marvel at his dexterity as he presses into me with two fingers while his talented thumb swipes in circles at the side of my clit.

My gaze finds his as I pant in pleasure. Lifting one leg and pressing my heel against the back of his thigh, I open myself to his attentions until the passion swirling inside me increases and doubles and redoubles until I can’t hold the tides back any longer.

I’m bowled over by the force of my orgasm as it sweeps through me like a tidal wave. It doesn’t build in increments, no it slams into me, crashes over me, and pulls words from my mouth even though I hadn't wanted to speak.

“Oh! Good! Oh!” The words mean nothing. They’re mindless expressions of my pleasure.

Just as my muscles relax, shoulders sagging, my leg on its way back to the ground, he grunts, nips his canines against my shoulder, and his fingers start their assault again.

I circle my arms around his neck, his body dipped low enough for me to easily reach, and give myself over to the magic of his hand.

With his thumb circling and his fingers pounding into me, my next orgasm barrels at me so fast I don’t even know it’s coming until it bursts through me like a supernova. My muscles grip deep in my pelvis, then the spasms radiate throughout my body. My teeth clench and my toes curl with the force of the pleasure slicing through every cell of my body.

Before the bliss completely dissipates, I grip his cock and nudge it right where it belongs.

“Yes,” I say.

He eases himself into my warm, wet, waiting channel as I feel every inch of him. He’s hot. And big. So big I have to widen my stance and tip my pelvis forward to make his entry easier.

The feel of him inside me is paradise. That first breach as he stretches me, is almost enough to put me over the edge again. My focus is singular as my mind follows his progress, noting every bump and ridge as well as the burn of acceptance as I open myself to him.

He stands taller and lifts me as if I’m light as a leaf on the wind. I grip his shoulders and hang on for the ride as he pounds into me. Our gazes lock for a moment, then he tips his head back in ecstasy, still thrusting in a rhythm as old as time.

My sensitized clit feels every slide and grind as he impales himself on me over and over. With every plunge, I feel his hot length and girth. All I need to do is decide I want to come, and I fly over the edge again. As soon as I find the energy to open my eyes, I see the grimace of pleasure squeeze his face as he releases into me with a growl.

Dipping his head, he bites my shoulder