New Species 03 Valiant by Laurann Dohner Read Free Book Online Page A

she had no choice but to meet
    his gaze. His golden eyes appeared absolutely gorgeous
    in the aftermath of sex. He smiled at her, showed sharp
    teeth, and his hand slid from her hip to cup her ass
    gently.
    “I’m keeping you forever.”
    She stared at him in shock. “What?”
    “I decided I’m keeping you forever. You’re mine.”
    He was good at making her speechless. Tammy
    stared at him and was absolutely mute. He wants to keep
    me? Forever? For real? Does he think I’m a pet? She
    wasn’t even sure how to take his words or exactly what
    they meant. I’m his? He decided? She didn’t even know
    where to start or what she thought of him making those
    wild statements.
    The smile died on his lips as he suddenly tensed
    under her, his big body seeming to turn to stone.
    Tammy gasped when he rolled them over and slowly
    withdrew his still-hard shaft from her body. He gave her
    one last passionate look before rolling away to leave the
    bed.
    “They are coming for you but I won’t allow anyone
    take you from me.”
    Who is coming for me? Tammy sat up on the bed.
    She realized her shirt remained on, bunched up over her
    breasts, and her sliced-apart bra cups were under her
    arms. She watched him quickly yank up his pants,
    growling and cursing under his breath the entire time.
    She removed her damaged bra and pulled down her
    shirt while she scooted off the bed to stand next to it.
    She watched Valiant carefully. His expression was scary
    when he turned to face her. She hadn’t known him long
    but she could identify rage when she saw it.
    “Stay inside this room while I handle them. No one is
    taking you away. You’re mine now.”
    Mouth open, she watched him put on his shirt and
    fasten his jeans as he paced the room. Like a caged
    animal. Lion. That’s what he looked like. Only there
    weren’t any bars between them. What did I do? Oh yeah.
    Had sex with lion guy. Hot, screaming, came-so-hard-I-
    think-I-hurt-myself sex. A nd he was going to hurt
    someone or be hurt to keep her.
    Tammy backed away, stepped on something and
    glanced down. Her pants lay on the floor by her feet. Her
    shoes were there too. She didn’t even remember them
    coming off but they were just slip-ons so he’d just
    brushed them off her feet when he’d yanked her pants
    off.
    Valiant walked to the window, glared out and snarled
    viciously.
    “Six of them are approaching.” He snorted. “They
    think only six Species males could do it. It’s insulting. I
    won’t be gone long, sexy. Why don’t you climb back into
    bed and wait for me? I’ll grab some food before I return.
    You’re little and I want to feed you. I’m going to take
    very good care of you and you’ll want to stay with me.”
    Tammy glanced at the lamp nearby, her mind
    working frantically to stop what she feared might
    happen. Valiant was a big guy, ferocious, and she didn’t
    want him to be killed or seriously hurt by the New
    Species coming to save her. He would fight them to keep
    her in his bedroom. She saw the outlet next to the
    bedside table where the lamp was plugged in. She turned
    her attention on him, noted that his back remained to her
    while he watched out the window, and another growl
    tore from his lips.
    “I’ll beat them until they go whimpering away before
    they take you away from me. I’ll try to scare them off
    first but there’s no way they are taking you, Tammy. I’ll
    do whatever it takes.”
    She wouldn’t be able to live with it they killed him.
    Tammy bent and yanked on the cord. Her gaze stayed
    trained on Valiant to make sure he didn’t turn around and
    notice her movements. She gripped the lamp with a
    shaky hand, hesitated, and realized it would hurt him less
    than a bullet. She couldn’t allow that to happen. She
    inched forward but he didn’t turn, too focused on
    whatever he saw out the window.
    “Idiots.” He growled, bent forward a little, and his
    hands gripped the windowsill with enough strength to
    make the wood groan.