Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I did not think twice when he went for her. Moving into harm’s way is a reflex where I am concerned. I saw the look in his eyes, the way he was moving with pure instinct. He did not think about that swipe. He simply took it. Pure instinct. His claws were largely still retracted but still by chance did some minor damage. It doesn’t hurt, but Lyric is clearly feeling very guilty.
“If you’re going to come with me, then I’m going to dress that wound. God only knows what bacteria have been installed in there.”
I do not object, though it is entirely unnecessary.
“Sit down,” she says, pointing to the broad edge of the bath. “Let me patch you up. I always have a first aid kit.”
She brings her first aid kit into the bathroom with a certain sense of pride that I find quite adorable. It is quite well appointed for the kit of a private human personage, but it is, of course, woefully inadequate for anything of my size. This does not stop her from trying.
I let her work on me because it is rather sweet, and for the first time today I know where she is, and she’s not actively getting into trouble. She seems to enjoy playing nurse.
Lyric
He’s just so big. When I touch his scaled flesh, it is tough, but not fully hard. It’s not easy to bandage him, largely because human bandaids are both too small and not at all sticky enough to grip the texture of his skin.
This does mean that I get to touch him, though. I get to splay my fingers across his chest and abdomen and I can feel how powerful he is. A little of his blood gets on my fingers, a viscous green liquid that clings to my digits. I have no idea how this could possibly be pumped around a body, and I also have a very strong, intrusive thought telling me to lick it. I don’t do that, but I really want to. There’s just something almost candy-like about it, perhaps the stickiness. I wiggle my thumb and forefinger back and forth, watching it glob and then spread out into thinner, translucent, slime-like sheeting.
“Is this blood?”
“It’s more like a protective gel layer,” he explains. “It lies between our outer scaled skin and a softer layer of skin more like your own.”
“Oh, okay. So we, to you, I guess, I guess we look like we’ve been peeled?”
He barks with sudden laughter, loud enough to frighten me and make me flinch away.
“Sorry,” he says, his teeth flashing, lips still curled back in a dragon smile. “That amused me greatly. Peeled. Yes. I suppose you do. But you look cute peeled.”
I look down because I don’t want him to see me blushing. That deep, growly voice calling me cute makes me absolutely melt. I have gotten a lot of praise lately, and adulation. People have been charming me, courting me, cheating me into a contract that might get me killed… but that compliment was the most genuine one I have felt in a long time.
While looking down, I can’t help but notice that he is wearing pants with a rubbery sort of consistency that makes me sweat just looking at it.
“You must be so hot in those things.”
I don’t mean to sound suggestive, but it comes out thirsty as hell. I can feel him smirk at me. There’s an energy between us, an intensity that’s making me very nervous. I sound like the thirstiest groupie ever. I am supposed to be the starlet, the one who is worshipped, but this guy makes me want to drop to my knees and do filthy, debasing things. It’s my best-kept secret that I am curious about submission. Not in everything, but you know, in the bedroom. Problem is I never found any man I would consider submitting to, even for fun. They were all too… human, I guess.
Zayne isn’t human. He’s an alien, a monster of sorts. He’s also my guardian and protector and after the day I’ve had, that’s become very attractive.
I slide down to the bathroom floor, my knees cushioned by a soft mat. He parts his legs to allow me closer in an apparent effort to bandage his boo-boo. That puts me in the enclosure of his muscular thighs and right at the level of where his manhood, or alien dragonhood would be. His pants are tight but stretchy. They are the kind of attire that allow him to move freely when he has to. I am assuming if he was in any way aroused, I’d be able to tell at this point.
Resting my hands lightly on his thighs, I feel the muscularity and power of his body. I look up at him, and I see him returning my gaze with what feels like way too much of a knowing stare.