Book 3 in the Warriors of the World Series
When Logan A’lars claimed the human Matt James as his prize he never expected the trouble that was to follow…
After months of searching Logan and Matt have finally found a way to Earth. For Matt this is the fulfillment of a mission years in the making. For Logan it is his chance to show his human how far he is willing to go to make him happy.
But Logan and Matt are not the only males looking for the legendary Earth. Enemies from the past are searching too and they are willing to do whatever it takes to find it first.
Logan is going to be faced with a choice: to keep Matt not only safe, but as his own, or to help his human get home, even if it means losing him for good.
It is highly recommended that you read the Warriors of the World Series in order.
Matt James tugged against the manacles that held his wrists in place. They weren’t uncomfortable, they didn’t hurt, but he wanted them off. He needed them off. He twisted his head slightly and looked above him to where the manacles connected to the wall. The metal wall. He could pull all he wanted, but there was no way they would come loose from there. No, there was only one way he was getting free…
Logan A’lars, his alien, his gladiator, the male that had rescued him time and time again, smirked. He was sat on the edge of the bed, naked, thick cock in hand. He was pumping himself slowly, pre-cum already coating the tip of his dick. He looked magnificent, all muscle upon muscle…and his cock…Matt swallowed unsteadily. It was so big that even his large hands could not contain it all. The head throbbed angrily each time Logan pumped it, pearls of pre-cum blossoming, then dripping downwards to help coat the rest.
Matt tugged again. “Let me free.”
Logan stood up. His cock jutted out aggressively, reddened and swollen. Matt licked his lips, he couldn’t help it.
“I said you would be free only when you begged me to make it so.”
“I’m begging,” Matt said.
“You can do better than that.”
Logan dropped to his knees in front of him and took Matt’s cock in hand. Like Logan, Matt was painfully stiff, had been this past hour. Logan wrapped his large hand around Matt’s dick, right at the root, and slowly leaned in to take him into his mouth. Matt’s body tensed in anticipation and he automatically thrust his hips forward. With just a half inch or so between them, Logan paused. He looked up so that their eyes met and smirked once more. “You want this cock sucking?”
Matt beseeched him with his eyes and thrust his hips again. “You want this sucking, you say so,” Logan said, then he darted his tongue out and licked at Matt’s tip.
That one caress, that one little tingle of pleasure, was enough to make the words tumble out of Matt’s mouth. “Suck me, please,” he moaned. “Logan, suckle me.”
Another lick and then, at last, Logan leaned in and wrapped his lips around Matt’s cock head before taking it inside his mouth. The sensation of mouth against cock was painfully intense. Matt closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of Logan’s slippery heat, on how fucking good it felt.
Logan swirled his tongue around Matt’s slit, suckling up every drop of pre-cum that Matt had leaked. Matt groaned again. He wanted to let his body go limp. To relax and give into the pleasure. But he couldn’t, the manacles meant he had to stay tense; his knees could not weaken.