Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
And possibly he was a liar.
I stagger to my feet, and I definitely feel like I’m going to be sick. A sweat breaks out on the bare skin inside my ears—a distinctly uncomfortable feeling—and my nose starts to drip with moisture. That much sweat that quickly cannot be good, and I’m starting to wonder if two null roots is too many. I make my way out of the barn, dizzy, and instinctively head for the house. Maybe if they stick to the bedroom the whole noli thing won’t be so bad. Right now I just want to lie down on the sofa that’s been my bed for the last month and try to pass out.
As I get closer to the house, though, I hear cries and grunting coming from the house, and a quick glance into the window shows me two forms leaning over the kitchen table. My cock stirs—and my gut churns. More noli drifts through the air, and my shoulders hunch with the intense urge to vomit and come all at once.
“Nightmare,” I mutter. “This is a nightmare.”
I stagger toward the air-sled, but I don’t get inside it. Instead, I lean against the roof, pressing my brow against the cool glass shields that protect from the wind. The sled is going to reek of Chelsea, and I don’t want to get a hard-on for my brother’s mate. The thought makes me want to heave even harder, and I roll onto my back, panting, and stare up at the clear blue sky overhead.
Go to Port?
No, too far.
Back to the barn? Ugh.
Idly, I turn my gaze to the horizon, where there’s a small homestead up on the hill. Chelsea mentioned in passing that her neighbors on each side are female and that they’re not particularly friendly.
Human female, though…
Unmated human female. My cock throbs again and a spurt of pre-cum wets my trou. Despite the null root churning in my gut, I push off of the sled and start walking, heading determinedly towards the house on the horizon. I won’t rape a female, of course.
But I can get her to like me. I’m the charming brother, the funny one. I’ll give her a smile, purr a little in her direction, and she’ll be eating out of my hand. Give it an hour or two, and then this noli-brought erection might be a blessing in disguise. I think of a female with nice yellow hair and pale rosy skin and imagine her crying out under me, her big human teats shaking with my efforts and…
I hunch over, hands on my thighs, because running with an erection is not happening. Bending over makes me want to gag, though, and I curse that keffing avian that sold me the null root. Maybe it’s not even null root. It might just be some root from his keffing, keffing backyard.
With an angry growl at my own stupidity, I cup my cock in my hand and jog for the distant human house, determined to have sex or pass out on her doorstep.
Right now, either one sounds keffing great.
Two
TABITHA
The knock at my door instantly sets me on edge. I look up from the plastic stake I’m sharpening and frown at the entrance to my home. No one’s supposed to be here. No one ever comes here but me. There’s a big sign out front that says “No Trespassing” in seven human languages, and I paid an alien to write it in Homeworld script, too. That should make things very clear.
I stare at the door, waiting.
I’m not going to answer it, of course. Only a fool would answer it. I slide down the end of my sofa and reach underneath for my stun-stick. The guy that sold it to me laughed when I paid the outrageous price for the thing instead of getting a security perimeter established on my farm, but I’m glad I have it now. I fire it on, but the “enabled” light flashes and shows it’s going to take a moment to power up. Fucking hell.
The person at my door knocks again, harder this time. He—or she—bangs so hard that the reinforced door rattles on its frame.
I look at the stun-stick again, but it’s still charging. Motherfucker. Fine, then. I get to my feet and move to take the metal-studded piece of wood I have mounted next to the door off of its hook and hold it like a baseball bat, watching. If someone charges through, they’re about to get a face full of rusty nails.
Something heavy slides against the door, and I hear a mumbled “Help.”
Then, a thump, like someone’s fallen to the floor.
I pause. It was a deep male voice, which is bad news. But they asked for help, and that’s throwing me off. The only males in this area are all alien, but most of them also have jobs that allow them to work here. The custodians. That weird-looking guy that helps the veterinarian. My neighbor’s new husband.