Wrage (Galaxy Gladiators #11) - Alana Khan Page 0,13

time is delicious.

Instead of his tongue or mouth on my lips as I expect, the pad of his thumb brushes across them.

“I liked the sound of my name on your lips,” he says, his tone full of praise and yet a request at the same time. “You only said it once, Elyse.”

He cocks his head in anticipation, even as his thumb keeps up its rhythm, lazily stroking across my lips, that little action igniting depth charges in my belly, and below. Those golden-green eyes are quietly asking a small favor of me—his name.

“Wrage,” I say. It didn’t come out a monotone like last time. No, I imbued the one syllable with heartfelt apology for tricking him into mating me, getting him branded, and withholding the salve’s relief.

“Wrage,” I repeat. This time telling him I want more than his patient thumb grazing my lips. Hinting, perhaps, that maybe I’ll welcome his cock inside me when it’s time to do the deed.

A deep growl of approval emerges from his throat, and he sinks his lips onto my mouth. The lips that looked so hard and angry last night are soft as they nibble my bottom lip.

He doesn’t hold back his masculine groans of appreciation as he explores my lips with his tongue, sliding along the seam of my mouth. His hand cups the back of my head. Is this to keep me from pulling away? The last thing I want is to cut this kiss short. Endorphins and lust are swirling through my body and he has yet to touch his lips to mine.

“I’ve waited a lifetime to taste you, Elyse,” his tone is deep and gravelly.

His facade of control gives way as he presses into my mouth and moans at the taste of me. His hand is at my nape, pressing our mouths closer, even as he withholds his hips. If those hips were nearer, I’d writhe against his rigid cock. But no, it’s just his tongue spearing into me as if he’s never tasted anything so divine. That and his fingers trailing up and down the back of my neck like they don’t want to touch anywhere else for fear they’ll break the spell.

His tongue is dancing with mine, stroking within me, stoking my fire. A little mewl escapes me when he pulls away, then my satisfied moan rewards him when his tongue returns.

My clit is throbbing, my core is clenching, I’m sure the scent of my arousal is blasting through the room and down the hallway.

And his scent. Although it’s sweet, it’s not feminine. It’s complex and intoxicating.

My hands release the bedding where they’ve been clenched. I give them permission to explore him. I make them promise not to dip below his waist, then set them free.

Like heat-seeking missiles, they lodge on his shoulders, discovering the deep hollows and ridges of muscle underneath his beautiful blue skin.

“You’re so hard,” I tell him breathlessly when we separate for a moment.

“And you’re so soft,” he says, his knuckles stroking my cheek.

Nipping my bottom lip, he sucks it into his mouth, then releases it. He slants his head a different direction and kisses me, then changes position, as if tasting me from every angle.

And then he pulls away. His gaze still holds mine, but our kiss is officially over.

My breath hitches as something unleashes inside me. I banish all resistance and wiggle closer, managing somehow, against all odds, to grip his cock between my thighs, albeit nestled against purple flannel instead of my lust-slickened skin.

“We have to stop or you’ll be sorry,” he says, his voice rich with disappointment.

I want to tell him I don’t want to stop, what’s making me sorry is the inferno of need vibrating through me and pooling in my pelvis. But he’s right. We’ve known each other only one day. This isn’t going to be a one-night stand. We have a lot to lose if we don’t get this right. The look in his eyes tells me there’s nothing he’d like more than to plunge into my dripping channel—he’s holding back to protect me, not to withhold.

I breathe deeply, my hands still clutching his shoulders, then release my fingers. It takes long seconds more before I free him from the grasp of my needy thighs.

Less than one minute after the galaxy’s best kiss, I’m bombarded with self-doubts. Four years since I was taken from Earth and I still have the frailties of a very human female. Why am I attracted? Why did I kiss him? And does