You're Not My King! (Extra! Extraterrestrial #1)

by Eryn Hawk

I was resilient though, I could credit myself with that. Like a worm that had been chopped in half—never really the same again, but still managing to survive.

“Are you telling me that I’m actually going to be sent to market like a fucking pig?” “Of course not,” he droned without skipping a beat. “Pigs are useful creatures.”

It was kinda exhilarating, I couldn’t lie. No one had ever looked at me as if they wanted to throw me down and treat me like a sleeve for their dick. Crying shame, really.

His cock was… actually fucking ridiculous.

He was mine. In every sense of the word. Mine to take, mine to mark, mine to possess. Mine to protect. I held him tighter, my thudding heart drowning out the soft hum of his snores. Mine to cherish.