Page 12 of Tamed By the Alien Warlord
And then I feel her.
Her fingers touch my hip lightly, sliding over the lines of bone spurs that frame my flank like armor grown from rage. She kneels behind me. I turn my head slightly. Enough to see the look in her eyes.
That look wrecks me.
“I’m very,verythankful,” she says, voice dipped in honey and smoke.
And then she’s crawling.
Crawling toward me on hands and knees like a predator. Or prey pretending not to be thrilled to be caught. Either way, she ends up between my legs, looking up at me like I hung the stars. My cock stirs immediately, thick and heavy, already halfway hard.
“You don’t have to?—”
But she justsmiles.
“Iwantto.”
And she takes me in her mouth.
Fuck.
Her lips wrap around the head of my cock, tongue swirling in slow, maddening circles. I groan, one hand gripping the edge of the nearest wall panel to anchor myself. Her mouth ishot. Her tongue glides along the ridges that trace the underside of my cock, teasing the spurs at the base.
They twitch when she hums.
She knows exactly what she’s doing. It’s not just devotion—it’scontrol. Her hands stroke the base, her tongue worships the tip, and she moans like I taste better than air. I watch the way her hair falls over her shoulder, those full lips working me over like it’s her divine mission.
My jaw clenches. I can’t stop watching her.
“Georgia…”
She pulls back slightly, just enough to drag her tongue up the full length before sinking down again, taking more of me. Her throat stretches. She chokes just a little—but keeps going. I hear the wet sound of her spit sliding down my shaft. My hips buck.
Shesmilesaround my cock.
That’s when I realize it—she’s playing with me. Testing my control. Pushing me to the edge onherterms.
Not tonight.
I growl low in my chest and reach down, fisting a hand in her curls. I tug her back just enough to slide out of her mouth, and her lips are swollen, glistening.
“Not so smug now, are you, little human?”
She tries to play innocent. Tilts her head. “Was I smug, Daddy?”
Thatwordsnaps the last thread of my restraint.
I move fast.
I haul her up off the floor, spin her around, and slam her back into the bed. Her breath escapes in a sharp gasp. I’m on top of her in an instant—my cock dragging across the slick heat of her pussy. She’s soaked.
“Gods, you’re ready,” I growl, grinding the tip of my cock against her clit.
She whimpers.
I grip her throat—not tight, just enough to hold. Just enough toown. Her eyes go wide. Her thighs part.
“You want to be used?” I hiss. “You want to thank me like agood little whore?”
