Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
If he wanted to feast between her legs, he did, regardless of their mixed fluids or her lack of a bath. When he wanted her on her knees, he put her there, and used her body to suit his tastes.
When he took the calmer route, her squirming never stopped his explorations.
Simin took what he desired, Morgaine unable to even communicate the simplest of refusals.
She told herself that was why she allowed all his pleasures. She lied.
He ruled her with so little effort, and for some reason, that made looking back on all that had been done disconcerting.
The Alpha, Simin, was breathing deep in sleep, his hands tangled in her hair. Slumber did not lend him a look of innocence. Not one bit. There was a reason this man had walked at the head of his people, a reason he had been the one speaking to the commandant.
A reason Uriel’s men had spoken harshly of him in hushed tones when they thought she’d slept.
Doing her best to work her locks free of the strange Alpha’s grip, Morgaine unwound the tangles with care, but he woke all the same.
Cloudy eyes blinked at her, the male watching as she slowly scooted back.
Smoothing her locks, trying not to grimace when movement brought discomfort, she made her way to the edge of the sleeping pit, all under a predator’s gaze.
Fingers curling over the ridge of the bed, Morgaine pulled herself higher. But before she might escape completely, he sat up, cocked his head and scowled.
A series of grumbled words were offered, the male crawling toward her as if to capture an ankle and pull her body under his.
She drew away, shook her head, and said, “No.”
He sounded out her word. “No?” He parroted the word a second time, “No,” and it seemed to dawn on him what it meant.
Morgaine didn’t speak his language any better than he spoke hers, but she thought to placate the male before he might punish her withdrawal. Pulling her arms tight around her middle, failing at offering a neutral smile, she chewed a lip and glanced toward the bathroom.
She might have been crusted with his dried come, but the Alpha narrowing his eyes bore marks of his own.
His blood was caked under her nails, just as his skin was covered in the scratches she’d put there. She’d even left the bite of her teeth on his arm and shoulder. But, there were bruises on her where the Alpha had grabbed too tight, her inner thighs were mottled, and between her legs thrummed an abiding ache.
Afraid that if she did not leave his nest he would try to mount her again, she startled when the male traced a finger down her thigh.
He said her name. “Morgaine, clota via kan’nai.”
Bladder near bursting and extremely thirsty, she dared to look in the direction of the washroom again.
Hands braced upon the edge of the bed, boxing her in, Simin rose, massive and looming. When she thought to scoot back, he took her upper arm and said her word, “No.”
Climbing out of the nest with ease, he took her arm, helped her up, and led Morgaine exactly where she kept staring. At the door, he said a word that sounded like a sneeze. “Achoo.”
Staring through the portal straight at the toilet, she tried to brush him off.
He said, “No,” squeezed her arm, and went in with her. He even sat her down on the toilet, no matter her hesitation. “Achoo.”
Urinating before she could stop herself, and absolutely hating the way he smiled down and pat her head, Morgaine dared to growl. It was as low and thoroughly annoyed as she could manage.
The jerk laughed, reaching between her legs to wipe her clean.
He was careful, but it stung both her pride and the place he had repeatedly knotted. Fingernails digging into his forearm, Morgaine hissed at the contact. She forced him off and gave the male a look that said if he touched her again she was going to hurt him.
Simin backed away.
Arms crossed over his chest, he cocked a brow, as if telling her to finish.
Frustrated, sore, upset about the lack of privacy in her life, Morgaine obeyed.
As soon as she was off the vessel, the Alpha brushed her aside, his flaccid member already in hand. As he took his turn, he put a hand to the wall, leaned forward, and threw back his head on a sigh.
Morgaine just stood there gawking. When he shrugged at her expression, she threw a hand over her eyes, rushed out of the room, apologizing as if she’d done something wrong.
He was after her in an instant, had her cornered against the wall, and there was no more laughter.
Bulk pressed her flat, immobile, and lips came to Morgaine’s ear. Then silence.
Simin didn’t speak. What he was doing or why, she could not make out. Trapped as she was, all she could see was the male’s tense shoulders moving with his breaths.