Predator's Goddess (Yautja/Werewolf)

7. Attraction

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    Alana woke up feeling warm and comfortable. "Good morning, Lyra. I hope you will come back to me soon," she said in her mind in the most cheerful way possible, as she did every morning for the past 2 months in hopes she will get an answer from her wolf. The next things she registered were hardened hands around her body and heartbeats in her ear. She reluctantly opened her eyes and found herself in Tha'dqa arms, his impressive body almost naked if not for the leather loincloth under her knee. 

   Her face heated up, blushing from embarrassment. He was the first male to hold her like this. She carefully raised her head to see it was still her room and naturally wondered why he was there in her bed. Alana remembered starting to cry bitterly last night, but not how or when she fell asleep. Looking up, she was startled to see he was awake also, with his golden eyes looking down at her.

   "Ummm, good morning, Tha'dqa. Why... why are you here?" She asked cautiously, and he was mesmerized by how well her flushed cheeks went with the white strands of hair.

   "You were visibly distressed last night," the response was ambiguous, but she instantly understood blushing even more. The redness extended down her graceful neck and onto her exposed chest. "How did you know I was in distress?" she inquired anxiously, her voice barely a breathless whisper. "I know everything that happens on my clan ship," he promptly dismissed her pertinent question.

   "Ah, OK. Thank you then. I slept comfortably. Could you let me go now, please?"Alana requested."No!" he resolutely denied her."Why?"she asked, baffled. She understood kind off, him coming because of how she reacted last night, but he didn't have any reason to still be here. To cradle her in his arms.

   "You still need to sleep two more hours. I don't want my trophy to get sick from lack of sleep," he explained, as if it was logical and not odd at all.

   Creasing her nose at that answer, she asked. "How come I need to sleep two more hours?"

   He said, "O'dtaal, the medic, told me that your kind needs to sleep at least eight hours a cycle," and she started laughing, making her body shake in his arms. Alana's perky chest globes rubbed on his body. He quite liked that feeling and noted he would meticulously study her soft mammary glands at some point. Tha'dqa also liked the musical laughter, making him wish to hear it as often as possible.

   She tried getting up, but his arms gently squeezed her, preventing her from moving. "Don't defy my order, female! If you don't fall asleep again, at least rest for the remaining time. We will go to eat after that," he said, employing an imposing tone followed by a snarling growl. But the only effect it had was to make her chuckle even more.

   That was a valid reason he provided, but in fact, the real one was that Tha'dqa enjoyed holding Alana. Her warm, soft skin on his calloused palms, mixed with that fragrant smell was almost intoxicating. She was rightfully his, and so he possessed every sacred right to enjoy her.

   Alana nodded, but instead of sleeping, she started to play with one of his dreads, making him curse silently. Only a female mating with him would touch the tendrils like that. And it made his groin area tense and hot, giving signs of waking up again. Wanting to distract himself from that feeling, he asked, "will you show me your wolf, Alana?"