Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
I wait for her to finish what I am certain will be the most poignant of sentences.
“Until Lettie decided I was nothing more than human bait,” she says. “Sullivan was always wild, and when Raine was captain, she was harsh, but fair. Lettie is worse than both of them. She wants revenge, and she’ll do whatever she needs to do to get it. It doesn’t matter what happens.”
“There are limits to what she can do.”
“Maybe. Or maybe not.” Allie pulls forward, and one golden skein of hair slides from the brush as she turns to face me, her round visage haunted by big eyes. “I’m afraid of what she’ll do.”
“Don’t worry about her,” I say. “She is entirely irrelevant now.”
“But she’s not,” Allie says. “You don’t know what she is capable of. She…”
Perhaps I should be listening more closely, but I find it almost impossible to take in words when I am watching her pretty crimson mouth move. She does not trust me to keep her safe — but keeping her safe has already become my ultimate priority.
I do not want to frighten my human, but there is a chemistry between us that I am finding essentially impossible to resist. Humans have come and gone before. I have found them interesting, but not incredibly alluring. This one’s chemistry speaks to me. She is beautiful. Her naked body is deserving of complete appreciation, and entire knowing.
It has been quite some time since I took a mate. I thought I had lost interest in the process entirely. We saurians are not known for recreational mating as a general rule. These human women seem to have changed that impulse. The alpha Thorn fucked his mate on an alien cruise ship in front of his soldiers. It was supposed to be a lesson of some sort, but I don’t think he could help himself. And his enforcer fucked his mate on the roof of the bone temple, another display of wanton lust. I thought I was above desiring humans.
I was wrong.
I pick her up and lay her down on the bed. The garment falls away from her body, giving me an unimpeded view of her naked body. She looks up at me with something between fear and desire, but she does not resist.
Allie
Wrath looks down at me, and I feel my breath catch in my throat. Being held by him feels like being inspected by someone who has the right to do so. I can’t explain it.
He runs his hands lightly over my body, exploring me. He is taking a slow, but dominant approach to owning me — and there is no doubt that is precisely what he is doing.
“You are beautiful,” he says. “And I intend to keep you for my own. You will serve me as no other has ever served me before.”
His hands leave me, and he removes his clothing. He was not wearing much over his upper torso. Bits of leather criss-crossed in such a way as to be able to hold weapons, essentially. But he was wearing pants. Thick, leathery scaled pants that I did not pay any attention to until he unbuckled his belt and started to remove them.
His cock is erect and impressive, silver scaled and so much larger than anything I have ever been able to conceive of going inside me. The head of it is like a spear, blunted but still dangerous. Where a human cock is a fleshy, meaty thing, Wrath’s manhood is protected with ridges and scales, all of which I am sure would be very easily felt when they were sliding inside. His cock is made for a much hardier kind of female, a stronger, rougher, beast altogether. I am afraid he would rip me apart if he was to try to push that weapon inside me.
“Don’t look so afraid,” he growls softly. “I have no intention of hurting you.”
His intention doesn’t matter. I don’t see how I can avoid being hurt. He is so much stronger and larger than I am, and there is an air of maturity and gravitas about him that makes me feel as though I am inherently helpless in his presence. Everybody obeys him. Even that stone cold evil figure, Zin. That guy seems like a total piece of work, but he followed Wrath’s orders without so much as a question.
How am I going to resist? What chance do I have of protecting myself? I was sent here as a sacrifice, and I am going to be impaled on that monstrously long and large cock. The realization makes my inner walls clench, as if being tighter will somehow protect me from the inevitable intrusion.
“You were sent here as bait,” he says. “I wonder why. I wonder what is inside you that the woman thought I would take interest in you.”