Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
But then Turk had beckoned to me and told me to come to bed in that deep, rumbling voice and part of me just melted. Even though he didn’t know he was my Fated Mate, hearing him call me to bed made it impossible to say no.
And so I had ended up in the extremely dangerous position of sharing a bed with him. Which was stupid on my part—so stupid!
“Time to get dressed,” Turk rumbled, getting out of bed. “Come on, boy—you don’t want to be late for breakfast, do you?”
“Uh, that depends on what they’re serving,” I said hesitantly.
To my relief, he laughed—a deep, rumbling sound I had always loved.
“Yeah, well—Cookie has questionable tastes sometimes but let’s hope he’s making something better than greasstain.”
He pulled off his sleep trousers and began to get dressed. I tried not to look but I couldn’t help noticing, from the corner of my eye, that his shaft was at least half hard. Why was that?
Before I could think of an answer to that question, there was a knock on the door that separated the Captain’s private quarters from the ready room.
“Captain, I have the boy’s uniform and clothes. So I do. So I do,” I heard Snuffy call from the other side of the door.
“Hang on,” Turk called. He finished straightening his uniform and went to the door.
I watched him go, feeling incredibly relieved. So he hadn’t noticed my breasts pressed against his side—I had been lucky. From now on, I promised myself, I would sleep on the floor, no matter how seductive his deep voice was. I couldn’t risk another incident like this one.
Turk left to go into his Ready Room and Snuffy went with him, leaving my pile of clothes on the bed. I slipped into my compression tank top, grateful to have it again, but winced as I pulled it over my breasts.
Goddess of the Four Faces, why were my nipples so tender? They felt achy and hot and swollen—the stretchy fabric of the tank seemed to scrape against them in an almost painful way.
It was the same down below—my pussy felt wet and needy and my clit was throbbing. I wondered if I dared to touch myself—to get myself off quickly before I went down to breakfast. But when I slipped my hand between my legs, I couldn’t find any relief. No matter how much I rubbed the sensitive little button, I couldn’t come—I only made my need worse.
Gritting my teeth in irritation, I gave up. I would just have to try again later, if I still felt so needy.
I finished pulling on my newly washed uniform and was slipping on my boots when the door to the bedroom opened and Turk came in again.
“Come on, navvie—aren’t you ready for breakfast yet?” he asked. Then he frowned and sniffed the air. “Say—do you smell that?”
“Uh…smell what?” I shook my head and then sniffed surreptitiously at one of my armpits. Did I smell? How could I, after having not one but two showers the night before?
Turk shook his head.
“No, never mind—it must be my imagination. For a minute I thought…” He trailed off, shaking his head again. “Come on—we need to get moving.”
“You don’t have to escort me to breakfast, you know,” I pointed out, trying to sound tough and manly.
He frowned.
“Yes, I do. After what happened last night, the Crew needs to know you’re under my protection. Now come on—we don’t have all morning.”
“I’m ready.” I straightened up. “Lead the way, Captain.”
“Right—come on, then.”
He led the way out of his quarters but I couldn’t help wondering what he’d been smelling. Surely it wasn’t me, was it?
But maybe it was. I thought guiltily of how I’d been touching myself—would he have smelled my scent? And if so, would he be able to tell I was a woman just from the scent alone?
I’d better not take any more chances, I thought as I followed his broad back to his private lift. I knew that Brute Clansmen had incredibly keen senses, especially when it came to their Fated Mates. I didn’t dare risk touching myself again—at least, not in Turk’s cabin.
I just hoped that the two of us living in such close conditions didn’t trigger something somehow. What, I wasn’t exactly sure, but I’d heard rumors of Fated Mates who began to crave each other when they were in close physical proximity for a period of time. How long it took for that to happen, I didn’t know but I couldn’t risk it happening with Turk. If he started to suspect what I was to him…what we were to each other…
The disastrous scenario that would follow if that happened didn’t bear thinking of, so I did my best to push it out of my head. I would just have to keep my distance from my Fated Mate from now on, I told myself.