Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
The man sounded happy.
“Congratulations, Sir,” Zane said, with sincerity.
“And the same to you,” his father-in-law returned.
The Blackstar and Zenith families had lived through such pain. Like virtually every other family on the planet.
These little women were bringing hope. It was unfortunate that every man couldn’t get excited about that hope quite yet. It was just how it was working out logistically and Zane knew that he had an unfair advantage because of the family he’d been married to. But the day before, when all he could think about was making sure no one else took her, it had been worth it to him to have that advantage.
Today, he found himself thinking about the fact that the rogue situation out there could get worse. Men who weren’t getting to experience the excitement of having a woman in his life, a partner… he could understand how they’d be bitter about having to wait. And as news and happiness spread from those who had, in fact, gotten lucky enough to win a bride, that bitterness and jealousy could spawn a whole plethora of problems.
Discord was spreading about the reason why the women died. The government had tried to break it gently and on the heels of the news that beautiful, little, biocompatible women were on their way and that there would be enough over the coming few years that any Phallyxian male who wanted a mate would have that opportunity. Not everyone who was waiting was willing to be patient.
Zane had heard some talk of a powerful man in the islands region who had an aerospace company. That man had called closed door meetings with other powerful men to discuss what to do about what Earth had done. Murmurs of retaliation had been whispered in hushed tones at the club and at Zane’s office. Zane wondered if that group was affiliated with the group that had been at his home yesterday. Some of those men had run in the same circles as his brother. Zane’s jaw clenched at the thought. Did they know about the arms warehouse his father had set up? Did they rob it?
Phallyxian men were still grieving and for some, it was twisting into anger. They’d lost wives, daughters, mothers, sisters. Zane understood this anger firsthand. He also understood that all the citizens on that planet should not be responsible for the actions of a few.
That said, when his company was offered the lucrative contract, he agreed to it. The hope he’d felt at the idea of women, their laughter, the sounds of babies laughing again...
Being a part of giving that to his people via his translation technology? The idea of wanting someone…
He knew it wasn’t right to support forcing women to relocate to Phallyx, but Zane also knew he couldn’t do a thing to stop it from happening and further knew that he would like an opportunity to meet someone, to have more children so that Ollie wouldn’t grow up alone.
Zane and his brother had been close until recent years. Zane wanted siblings for his son. Ollie’s life would be richer with Jaya in it, and since he couldn’t have his sister, Zane wanted to find a way to give him that, to give Ollie the opportunity to nurture a younger sibling, too.
And watching Tanya sleep the night before, remembering her chin on his chest last night as she spoke with excitement and wonder about his planet, also seeing his son’s face when he’d hopped into Tanya’s arms. He still didn’t regret his involvement.
Having her in his arms, having her look up at him with lust in her eyes whenever he spoke, the way she kept moistening her lips with that little tongue while staring at his mouth while he talked, it gave him visions. Zane’d had repeated visions of taking her and laying her on his bed so that he could divest her of her clothing and fill her with his cock.
And he felt guilt for it, though despite the scare she’d endured, she seemed to shake it off as if it didn’t happen. She seemed to be much more interested in having her eyes on his body, on hanging from his every word. It was playing havoc with both his ego and libido. He wanted to act on his urges. He wanted to make her his not only on paper, but here in his home, too.
He knew his sheets smelled like her right now, as she’d slept in them. He wanted to infuse her scent into the fabric by making her body writhe for him, making her cunt weep with her juices, which he had gotten a good whiff of when she’d been in his arms. Zane didn’t know if Earth women just had specifically aromatic sex organs that called to Phallyxian males or if it was a combination of the pheromones from PD470, but he could not get the aroma out of his head. He could barely wait to taste her.