Noble Monster: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance Standalone (Jannan Raiders Book 1)

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Book: Noble Monster: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance Standalone (Jannan Raiders Book 1) by Zena Zion Read Free Book Online
Authors: Zena Zion
As he carried her in his arms into the towering main chamber of the hunting lodge, she barely got a look around at her massively timbered surroundings, before he was walking up the heavy wood stairs toward the loft that made up the second floor.
    If he had done this with her as recently as two weeks ago, she would have panicked. But as they went, the first thing she was wearing that he got rid of was the collar around her neck.
    He keyed in the commands with his thumb on the remote while he held her, and the collar snapped open, dropping from her neck on to the stairs behind them. She heard it bounce all the way down to the first floor, and rubbed her neck with her free hand, grateful to feel bare skin under her fingers.
    The sleeping loft was enormous, and she realized that it had been designed so he could sleep there in either form. The entire floor was mattress. Assorted sizes and shapes of cushion, and various colors of fur blanket were scattered around its soft expense. A skylight overhead showed the clouds rolling by above them as he settled her gently onto the mattress.
    He knelt at her feet, the gesture strangely humble, as he unfastened the low, soft shoes he had given her and tossed them aside. He kicked off his own boots and flung them in the same direction, then settled down next to her, and gently cupped her face in his hand.
    “I had thought that I would be waiting forever for you to gain any interest in me. I had almost thought it hopeless.”
    “And yet you kept me around?”
    “Once I had you with me, I could only let you go if you asked me to. Releasing you to the streets of my world would have left you open to attack by another. Returning you to the slavers was out of the question.” He stroked his hands through her hair, and then moved closer to her for another kiss.
    She got lost for a while in the feeling of his mouth on her, of his big, heavy body gently pressing against her, until she craved feeling him lying over her so much that she let herself settle back to the mattress, fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt to tug him down with her.
    He tore the shirt taking it off, so eager that he threw it aside without a glance. She had half expected his skin to be leathery, given what he was half the time, but it was sleek and shivered sensitively under her fingertips as she ran her hands over him.
    The whole time, as he kissed her and gently started exploring her body with his hands, she felt him restraining himself, his muscles tight with the battle between caution and need.
    She remembered those nights in the seraglio, his attempts to seduce back when she had been too terrified and furious over the situation to respond. Back then; he had still walked around under the idiotic illusion that every human woman ever liked to be dominated in such ways.
    She still hated that she had had to point out the error repeatedly until he had finally gotten it. Things had only changed when he finally had, and had started treating her like a lover instead of a slave.
    She made the point by climbing up over him, startling him into stillness as she straddled him with her still-aching thighs. Worth the discomfort to see his eyes widen like that--and in this form, he was a much easier ride. She brushed against the bulge in his trousers with her fingertips and felt a shudder go through him, then settled in and started unbuttoning her blouse.
    He held himself still, chest heaving, just watching as she stripped. She tossed aside the blouse and reached back to unfasten her bra. He groaned as her breasts spilled free, and reached up with eager hands to knead them and trace her nipples with his fingertips.
    She gasped, shocked by how good it felt, and pulled him closer as he bent down to kiss them. His lips and tongue swirled over her skin, punctuated with delicate little nibbles, while all the while a low rumble of pleasure vibrated his throat, like a gigantic cat purring. When he finally started to suckle her, she let out a

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