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hair.
"More, sweetheart. Take more of me."
She couldn t resist the longing, the desire in his voice. He was always in
charge of their pleasure. It was exhilarating to turn the tables. She opened her
mouth wider, took him as deep as she could in a slow, exploring rhythm. He
kept his hands tight in her hair, guiding her, urging her to go faster and
deeper. Then he abruptly yanked back, forcing her to release him.
She started to protest but the lust stamped over his features stopped
her. He helped her to her feet and nudged her to the large bed. She sprawled
back, letting her legs fall apart and stretching her arms over her head. He knelt
between her thighs, gripped her hips, and lifted her to his mouth. His tongue
swiped over her clit. Wet, a little rough. Twice was all it took to make her
explode. But he didn t stop. He made her come over and over again until she
was tossing her head back and forth and begging him to stop and fuck her.
Finally, he did. Holding her gaze, he rocked into her slowly, every hard
inch of him to the hilt in one move. It was perfect. Exquisite. But it wasn t
fucking. He was loving her with everything in him. She felt him deep inside and
let go of the last little part of herself she'd been holding back. His eyes widened
as she let him feel what she did, a slow smile spreading across his face.
"Say it, Sofia," he whispered. "Tell me."
"Are you going to let it go to your head?"
"Hell yes."
She laughed, joy a living thing inside her. She had her sister, her
country, and her mate. Could things get any better? He stroked into her
harder, faster, dragging his cock over her G-spot each time.
"I love you, Galinn," she gasped, giving him the words he wanted as her
orgasm broke over her, sending sparks of pleasure careening through her.
With one last thrust he joined her, the warm jets of his come setting her
off again, longer this time. Even more intense. He held her gaze until the
tremors subsided. He rolled off her and tucked her against his side, giving her
a brilliant smile.
"I love you, too, princess."
THE END
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INVASION EARTH
Sergeant Major Laney Bradford stood on a ledge cut into the cliff side,
watching over the battlefield through binoculars. The valley spread out before
her, dust swirling around troops and sending plumes into the air. Hazy heat
shimmers obstructed her field of vision. At least from this lofty position the
smells of battle didn t assault her nostrils the too old latrines and lingering
blood from the night before. The cordite from discharged weapons drifting on
the breezy updraft provided a harsh enough reminder of the carnage.
Things weren t going well. She snorted. That was a laughable
understatement. The Alliance army, her army, had called for a temporary
cease-fire and the enemy, in an odd show of largess, had granted a small
reprieve. Laney clenched her jaw and resisted the urge stomp her feet in
frustration. Acting like a petulant child had never been her style and it
wouldn t get her far anyway.
The Alliance had managed to hold back the invaders from the mainland
for a year, sacrificing outlying territories here and there, but it was a wasted
effort. The Delroi were winning. They knew it. The Alliance knew it. Hell,
everyone knew it.
She studied the enemy s array on the valley floor below. The Alliance s
superior numbers were insignificant in the face of the Delroi s superior
technology. Laney s spies stole it when they could but there was no way to put
anything into production in time to save the Alliance.
A truck lumbered to the front of the enemy s lines and she watched with
apprehensive interest, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. This was
something new. New couldn t be good. She heard the agitated murmurs of the
others around her and knew they d reached the same conclusion. The vehicle s
driver and team exited. They looked human any one of them could have
passed for one of her soldiers, except the Delroi tended to be a few inches taller
than average and most of them didn t keep their hair cut to the short military
precision demanded of the Alliance s male soldiers. They set to work quickly
removing the vehicle s sides. They removed a tarp from the top to reveal its
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