Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
She shook her head, but there was a spark of fire in her eyes. “Not like that, but you can’t stop how I feel about anyone else. You can’t make me care about you, give myself to you willingly.”
He moved around the table and inhaled deeply, scenting the aroma of her timid desire, her fearful arousal. “You can say you don’t want this, but you do. Some part of you wants me.”
“Maybe, but it’s a part I can control.”
She was being strong in the face of her fear. He admired that, got turned on by it, too.
“My hatred for you and my disgust far outweigh any other emotion.”
He smirked. “Maybe, but right now your nipples are hard, your breathing is shallow, your heart is racing, and your pupils are dilated.” He leaned down a little further toward her. “All because you are aroused, and you hate that.” He closed his eyes and let out a growl. “I am a warrior of the highest class, and no one has ever denied me.”
“I don’t care who you are. All I know is you’re holding me against my will.”
He smirked at her little outburst. “I suppose, but your life here will be very comfortable, and far safer than living in a cave or being a breeder. You will never want for anything.” She watched him, and although she tried to keep her face blank, he saw the way she clamped her jaw down, her anger coming out.
“Nothing will ever make me want to stay here with you, will ever make me give myself to you willingly.”
Tolcan was trying to stay in control, to be calm, but no one spoke to him this way, least of all a human. She must have seen the dark look move over his face because her lips parted and she breathed out forcefully. Greta didn’t say anything else.
“Ask me, female.”
She glanced down.
Before he could order her to keep her eyes on him, she was looking at him once more. “Ask about the male, the Rogue, that owns every part of you now.” She was so very young compared to his kind, his age even, but she had a strength that rivaled his own. It wasn’t just desiring her body beneath his. He did want her willing submission, but he wanted so much more as well. He also wanted her fighting him, showing him that sprit. A weak mate was not what he wanted.
He wanted a female that would fight him, would give as good as she could take, and he knew Greta was that female.
“I won’t ask you anything.”
He clenched his jaw.
“How old are you? How long do you plan on keeping me here, keeping me a prisoner?” She rambled off the questions, but it wasn’t because she sounded interested or curious. She said them with a hard tone in her voice, as if she was asking, forcing herself to say the words because he’d told her to. He heard her willpower to stay strong, but he also sensed her need to stay alive. It was a very human instinct.
But she would realize that he was the only dominant one in this coupling, the powerful one right now. She started breathing harder this time, and he took note of the rise and fall of her breasts, at the way the pheromones of her arousal slammed into him.
Placing his hands on the wall beside her head he let out a primal growl. He wanted her happy, he did, and he knew making her happy would please him. He thought about her need to make sure her friend was okay, to have him safe. “This Jayce male means a lot to you, as a friend?” he said in a low, dangerous voice. He opened his eyes and looked at her again.
She nodded, licked her lips, and he smelled the pleasure move through her that he brought this up.
He leaned in another inch. “Then I’ll see what I can do to find him, see what his duties are.” Tolcan stared at her lips for a second, then looked at her face again. She was so delicate, not like the females of his kind. Rogue females were bigger, stronger. They had to be to be able to fight beside the males, if the time came, and protect the young. But they lived in a different world now, a different time.
The human females also tended to the interspecies young, cared for them, nursed them. They were good with comfort to the young, whereas the Rogue females tended to be harder in bringing up the children. It was a clear difference between species, but one he liked, especially when it concerned Greta.
“You’ll check on Jayce, see if you can help him?”
She sounded so hopeful, something he’d never really heard from a human let alone Rogue before. Was it his feelings for this female that had him seeing things differently, or were all humans like this? In the face of fear and danger did they have this hope inside of them, some of them not willing to show it like Greta was right now?