Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Good! Then it’s settled. You must come to supper with me and we can talk business there. I’ll let the guards know you’re going to land on the far side of the chasm.”
“The…the far side of the chasm?” Lucy asked breathlessly. It was getting harder and harder to think with T’zaren lapping and sucking her nipples as he looked up at her with those molten gold eyes…
“Don’t worry about it my dear—the way across is quite safe. And I’ll have my guards send you the coordinates. Dinner is in two solar hours. Ta-ta!”
And she gave a little wave before the viewscreen went dark and the conference was over.
But T’zaren didn’t stop sucking her nipples.
“Er, well, I guess that’s it—we got our invitation to the stronghold,” Lucy said pointedly. “I mean, I guess…you can stop now. Right?” she added breathlessly.
“Don’t want to stop,” T’zaren’s deep voice was a low growl of desire. “Your breasts are so beautiful—your peaks are so ripe, my Lady.”
“Yes, but we shouldn’t be doing this,” Lucy reminded him. “I mean, I guess you kind of had to in order to sell the whole ‘manservant and Dom’mesque’ thing, but the viewscreen is blank now—Lady Twa’linda isn’t watching anymore.”
T’zaren pulled away and rose abruptly to tower over her.
“I don’t fucking care about the Twainer,” he said and his voice was low and hoarse and dangerous somehow. “I’ve been wanting to suck your nipples from the minute you entered Commander Rarev’s office this morning.”
“What?” Lucy couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice. This was wrong—it was sexual harassment for him to admit such a thing to her. And yet, she couldn’t help remembering that she had been daydreaming about the exact same thing when she’d been putting the blindfold on him in Commander Rarev’s office.
But that doesn’t excuse what he did…what he said, she reminded herself. Still, T’zaren wasn’t backing down.
“You heard me,” he growled. “Do you know how hard it was for me to close your blouse and only suck your sweet peaks through the fabric? When all I wanted to do—when all I want to do—is rip it off you and suck as much of your ripe breasts into my mouth as I can? When all I want to do is bury my face between your thighs and—”
He broke off abruptly, an angry look coming over his face. Without another word, he sat back down in the pilot’s chair and began to work with the ship’s instruments.
Lucy put a hand on her hip.
“Why stop now? Why not tell me everything you want to do?” she demanded. To her surprise, he actually answered.
“Because it can never be between us,” he growled. “And I need to remember that—you do too.”
“Look, I don’t think—”
“This can’t happen again,” he continued, as though she was the one who had started it, Lucy thought indignantly.
Well actually, you were the one who started it when you pulled his head down to your breasts, pointed out a little voice in her head.
But I never meant for it to go so far! Lucy argued with herself. Never meant to actually let him do anything like that!
But oh God, she could still feel his hot mouth on her breasts and when she looked down, she could plainly see the damp, see-through patches on her white silk blouse where he had sucked and tugged at her tender, aching tips. Between her thighs, her pussy was wet and hot and needy in a way it never had been when Mike had made love to her. In fact, she was worried that her panties might be wet completely through with her juices, which was both uncomfortable and embarrassing.
“Excuse me,” she said abruptly. “I’d better go change into something…uh, different.”
“That would be a good idea.” T’zaren was still tight-lipped and stern. He looked straight ahead at the viewscreen as he spoke. “Don’t be long, we’ll be landing soon.”
“Right.” Lucy nodded and left the cockpit of the small ship, going back to the living area to find her luggage. But the damp fabric clinging to her tight nipples and the wetness between her thighs wouldn’t let her forget what had just happened between herself and the big Monstrum.
FIFTEEN
T’ZAREN
Why did I do that? Why couldn’t I stop myself? I could have just nuzzled my face into her cleavage—I didn’t have to expose her nipples and then suck them through her clothing!
And yet, he hadn’t been able to stop himself. At least he’d managed to put a barrier between them—even a thin one like the white silk. If he’d been sucking her bare nipples, T’zaren didn’t think he could have stopped himself from pressing his face between her thighs and worshiping her pussy with his tongue afterwards.
She would have let him do it—he was almost certain. The scent of her feminine desire was strong in the small cabin—a pheromone-laden fragrance that drove him crazy and made his Sen Stripe flare helplessly.