Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Forty-Three
Gods! V shifted uncomfortably as he reset the branch trimmers and tried to concentrate on his job in the greenhouse. But he had a hell of a lot on his mind this morning which made it pretty hard to care if he was trimming the branches of the long rows of trees as symmetrically as possible.
For one thing, he couldn’t stop thinking of how he’d woken up that morning with the head of his cock deep in Penelope’s sweet mouth. Gods, her little hands had been so soft and her mouth had been so hot… She’d been licking and sucking him with sensuous pleasure, as though she loved the taste of him.
Then, of course, she’d woken up and the whole thing had turned out to be just a crazy dream brought on by those fucking hypno-whispers. But for just a moment, V had thought that she was acting of her own volition—that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
Well, she did want him, he reminded himself, thinking of the surge of sexual desire he’d felt coming from her when they’d been talking. What had brought on that particular blast of lust? Oh right—she’d said she would be upset if their positions were reversed and V had said something about how she would have been shocked if she’d woken up with him licking her soft little pussy.
Hmm…Was that what had turned her on so much? His talk about going down on her? Sometimes V wished he could read a female’s thoughts, like a full-blooded Kru’ell One. But if he was able to do that, he would probably have the need to feed on a female’s emotions to survive too. No, far better to be only a half-blood and be able to feel her emotions without needing to feed on them.
But it was worth noting that what had turned her on was the idea of his tongue between her thighs. V’s shaft surged under the ridiculous red garment he had to wear here. Gods, how he wanted to taste her sweet pussy! Like all Kindred, he had a biological need to go down on a woman once he had chosen her as his future mate. And he was definitely feeling that need now.
But he sensed that even though the idea of him tasting her turned Penelope on, he would have to take this slowly with her. He frowned. The first thing he had to convince her to let him do was suck the nectar from her full breasts. She’d left sticky trails of the stuff on his side, where she’d been rubbing against him that morning and he’d had to wash off in the food-prep sink while she was in the shower.
The stuff was almost as viscous as honey and it had to be hurting her to have her breasts so full. But V was pretty sure she would rather die than ask him to help her with the problem. She was a stubborn little thing—it was one of her attributes he most admired, though it made earning her trust difficult.
But she couldn’t go around with the nectar leaking from her nipples all day where people could see—it would be like a public admission that he wasn’t breeding her properly, since sucking the nectar from a female’s breasts was part of breeding here in the Compound.
That thought, of course, inevitably led to the mental image of breeding her for real.
Just the thought of sucking her full tits while she rode his cock made his shaft surge again. He could just imagine her straddling him, her soft little pussy stretched to the limit as she took in not only his shaft but his mating fist as well.
All his life, V had been extra careful to withhold his mating fist any time he had sex with a female. He knew perfectly well that if he let his fist enter a female at the same time he was stinging her, he would form a permanent soul bond and he had never wanted that before.
Now he wanted it—wanted it badly, he admitted to himself. But it was clear that Penelope had no interest in such things. In fact, she’d barely agreed to work with him to get out of this sick place. He would have to win her over, have to woo her slowly, starting with getting her to let him suck her ripe nipples and ease the tension in her full breasts…
Gods! And his cock was surging again. Damn, how he wanted her!
V wished he could go to the fresher and jerk off to get rid of the intense sexual tension that plagued him, but of course that was impossible since he still wore the copper non-contact bracelets on his wrists. He could handle his shaft enough to take a piss at least—that was good. But the minute he started stroking it, he got a nasty jolt of pain which seemed to travel from his own fingertips to his cock.