His Little Morganite – Eleadian Mates Read Online Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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“I know you do, Baby girl. I’m going to give you what you need. You’re going to call me Papi.” I’m being demanding, but she needs to understand that’s how it will be. There will be times when I manipulate her into doing something by withholding sex to get it. It’s not nefarious. It’s in my nature.

Eleadian males are powerful Dominants. More powerful than any Dom she may have encountered on Earth. More powerful than any book she’s read. It’s who we are. It’s in our blood.

We aren’t cruel. Never. We’re just wired to dominate. The task ahead is proving to Ava that she has a submissive in her and coaching her to let that sweet Little girl out.

I will win this war because it’s unavoidable. She might fight me, but she will really be fighting herself. In the days and weeks after our arrival, she will feel the bond between us growing stronger every day. She will crave my touch even if she’s able to verbally deny it.

Eventually she will give in to the magnetic pull. I can’t wait for that day. For today, all I can do is take this opportunity, while she’s delirious with desire, to show her how good I’m going to make her feel for centuries.

She’s moaning and supple beneath my palms, and her scent is intoxicating. Even though I’d love to wash off the other scents, her own is pushing through with such force that I’m able to block out the unwelcome perfumes and artificial scents.

I slide my hands higher, pushing the tight, stretchy material of her dress over her hips. When her thong is fully revealed, I stare at it for several moments, mostly so I can get my craving under control. I feel like one of the vampires humans describe in their fiction novels.

My mouth is watering with the need to consume her, but I take my time, lowering my nose to the gusset of her panties.

She screams as I barely stroke the tip of my nose over the sensitive bundle of nerves I know is her pleasure center—her clitoris. I tease her, not pushing the material out of the way no matter how badly she squirms or whines. I’m waiting for her to obey me.

“Papi,” she finally shouts.

“That’s my good girl.” I grab the thong and pull it down her legs, leaving her bare.

A sudden sense of modesty takes over, and she brings her legs together as I drop the soaking scrap of black material. It’s okay. I ignore the way she’s clenching her thighs and take the time to push her dress up her body. Slowly. Painstakingly slowly.

When her breasts pop free of the tight material, I stifle a groan. She’s so unbelievably perfect. I want to drop to my knees and worship her. My voice cracks as I say, “Arms up, Baby girl.”

She arches her chest off the bed as she obeys me. This is the only time I will open this sweet package, so I savor every moment. I kind of like the way I’ve slowly revealed every inch of my Little girl. It’s not something we do on Eleadia, and I’m seeing the appeal. Human males are onto something here. They get to unwrap their prize over and over again.

The problem with human males is that they don’t appreciate their prize the way my people do. They aren’t capable of it. They don’t have the fated attachment that makes their mates irresistible and their matings permanent.

I feel sorry for humans. They never in their lives feel the way I feel right now. Ava feels the same because I’ve pricked her skin and because she’s meant to be mine. She felt this draw even before I touched her.

As I whisk the dress away, her hair fans out around her. I can smell her desperation, but it’s tinged with hesitation. She’s holding on to a thread of uncertainty. Or perhaps it’s defiance.

She lowers her hands to her breasts, shuddering as she covers them. Her eyes are wide and glassy. She’s breathing heavily as she protests. “Oh, God. What are you doing to me?”

I gently circle her wrists with my fingers and draw her arms up beside her head on either side, exposing her fantastic breasts to my view. It’s a view I’ll see most of the time for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to adorn her dusky nipples with gemstones. They will be stunning.

“Ganrax…”

I lower my lips to hers, kiss her gently, and then whisper, “Papi.”

She shudders adorably.

I nibble a path to her neck and around to her ear, the opposite ear from the one I kissed earlier. I can feel her pulse, and I lick the spot that calls to me. If I nick her right here, the effect of my serum will be even faster. She’ll be writhing in seconds.



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