Free ROMANCE: Lion Protector (Paranormal Shifter BBW Military Romance) (Shapeshifter Alpha Male Short Stories Book 2) by Alexa Blair

the ship. Hertzog felt fully alive during these times. His eyes glowed with lust and passion as he felt her body tightening around him. As she moaned into the side of his head the tentacles rose up on the back of his neck. He felt powerful as he came hard inside her, and they sat for a moment clinging to one another, both spent. Looking at her after their brief stupor, the light in his eyes faded as he caught his breath. He was more relaxed than ever, and even more confident in his abilities. The slave woman looked at him, slightly unsure what to do next and simply asked, “Did I please you, master?”
                  He nodded and grunted. “Yes, you did well. I am impressed with your abilities. I think I shall keep you. What do you call yourself?”
                  “Aretha.”
                  “Very well then, Aretha, I will call for you again after our battles, but prepare yourself because I will require much more...ferocity.”
                  “Yes, master. As you wish.”
                  “Excellent. You are free to go, Aretha.”
                  As the woman climbed off of his lap, he pulled out a map and surveyed his surroundings in the solar system. The planet they were just on was nothing but an exercise in plundering, but the planet they were going to next was an unusual planet with a more tropical climate than what Hertzog's people were used to. They were a hearty breed that normally thrived in colder temperatures, being from the farther regions of space originally. He knew that the climate might prove a challenge for his troops, but he was confident in their abilities and their training. He didn't expect to encounter much resistance; the people there had not encountered any serious combat situations for many generations. They were a peaceful people. From what he had heard in his travels, the location was more for refueling and enjoying the nice temperatures, a bit of an oasis. They provided food and beverages to thirsty travelers or a brief respite, but the planet itself was barren. He knew that if there was a battle to be had, it wouldn't take long, and he was looking forward not only to his victory, but also to a chance to make his mark and perhaps even enslave the current population, forcing them to work under his rule, therefore entitling him to the riches to be made from their hospitality suites as well. He smiled to himself thinking that life was indeed good when you were a king.
                 

4.
                  Vangorg stretched Jocasta out on their marriage bed and gazed at her longingly. His eyes feasted on all of her beauty. At times he felt pangs of guilt about taking her from her Earth family and robbing anyone else of the chance of loving her, but he reminded himself that he didn't have a choice in the matter. His people, his race, was dying out, and he needed to find a way to continue the population and bring new life into the world. He was fortunate that Earth women's bodies were compatible  enough with their own to make breeding a possibility. Jocasta was more than he could ever have hoped for. When he won the right to pick his bride, he was inexplicably drawn to her. It was more than her body he was interested in. Even now, looking at her delicate curves and pale white flesh, he felt as if he was never really complete until he met her. Lying down beside her, he looked into her eyes, thinking they resembled the luminescence of stars before they burn out and fall. That kind of beauty was a rarity, even in outer space, which was full of those stars.
                  “Jocasta, my love, you are so beautiful. If I do meet my maker I'm sure he would be just as astonished that he made such a beautiful creature as I am dumbfounded by your majesty every single day.”
                  “Vangorg, you are one in a million. If I had everything to do all over again, if I had just