Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
A snarl leaves my lips as I buck into her. Her useless claws scratch at my scarred skin and moans rip from her throat. I attack her supple lips, relishing in the sweet taste of her. She likes sliding her tongue in between the groove of my forked tongue, which seems to make my cock twitch with delight.
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “Harder.”
I slam into her with a desperate fury. Her nog thunks against the vacuu-pod wall, making her giggle. With each laugh, her cunt clenches around me.
Not ready.
I’m not done devouring her.
My lips find her neck, and I suckle her skin there. She whines when my fangs scrape along her flesh. The urge to bite her is nearly overwhelming. All of Calix’s and Avrell’s training is at the forefront of my mind. Diseases. Pathogens. Germs. None of that matters with Molly. If she has something, I want it too. Where she goes, I go. Even to The Eternals.
“Harderharderharder,” she chants, her fingers sliding into my hair. She tugs at it and cries out, “Do it.”
My mind grows black with lust and need as my fangs pierce her flesh. She moans loudly, her feet digging into my backside. The moment her blood floods across my tongue, I feel as though The Rades has overtaken me again. But instead of those monsters inside my nog, it’s my mate’s sweet moans that fill me up. I suck at the wound I’ve made before pulling away, so I can look at her. She cradles my cheeks with her palms and locks eyes with me. We remain transfixed on one another until my sac seizes up in pleasure, and I explode with my release. My cock spurts out every drop of my seed, filling my mate with what I hope is a little mortling of our own one solar.
The toxica hits her blood stream, and her grip on my cheeks slips. I pull out, my cock still leaking at the tip, and take hold of her wrists. I kiss the insides of her palms. One and then the other. Then, I pin her arms down as I rain kisses down on her perfect face. She lets out a content sigh. Her eyes aren’t wild or confused. She’s sated and happy.
I did this.
I pleased my mate.
Kiss after kiss, I reassure her she’s mine, and I’ll always take care of her. Eventually, I grow tired again and settle beside her. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is her fingertips gently brushing along my scars as she regained her movement after the toxica.
“Rest my mate,” she whispers.
***
Away from the refuge of the crevasse hidden in the mountain, my mind begins to clear some. The taboo feeling of what I did with Molly doesn’t seem to fade. If anything, I feel worse by the second. If Breccan and the others find out I bit my mate…
Images of the reform cell below the facility make me shudder.
I won’t go back.
Molly wouldn’t allow it.
That thought soothes me. She’s a fighter, my mate. Brave and resilient and beautiful. She is the sun, she is the sky, she is my everything.
And she tastes so rekking good.
I look over my shoulder and give her a wave. She grins through her mask and waves back. The winds are calmer this solar, but still brutal. Once reassured she’s still behind me, I keep trekking forward. I can’t help but think about the moment her blood hit my tongue. Sweet. So sweet. When we woke later, I’d felt shamed by the blood-crusted holes in her neck. All four of them. She’d simply gingerly touched them, her cheeks turning pink, telling me I was a kinky bastard. Whatever the rekk a kinky bastard is.
Alas, it is true.
I am this kinky bastard.
Because the scene keeps replaying in my mind over and over. It makes my cock hard in my minnasuit beneath my zu-gear. Images of holding her down and biting her in other less conspicuous places has me groaning with need. Again, I look over my shoulder to make sure she’s safe. When our eyes meet, she’s no longer smiling.
Fear.
Pure, unfiltered fear.
She points past me, her hand shaking against the wind.
It’s her scream that does me in.
“DRAVEN!”
I’ve unsheathed my magknife and have already whipped around in time to see a sabrevipe tearing along the channel toward us. He’s large—fat even—and I wonder what he’s been feeding on to keep him so plump. His size is to my advantage, though.
“Stay along the wall,” I roar to Molly as I cut through our link. I’ll need to be free to take down this massive beast.
“Draven!” she cries out as her body hits the dirt.
Now that we’re no longer tethered together, I prowl toward the sabrevipe that has stopped just ahead of me. It claws at the dirt and snarls at me. My eyes flicker up the side of the mountain wall.