Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I tug her to my body and she relaxes against me. Perhaps my efforts are working. I stroke her hair, mimicking what my father used to do with my mother. A small purr escapes her. My cock is hard between us, eager to press inside her and fill her with my seed.
“Breccan, I want a choice,” she says, her words firm. “Kevin didn’t give me a choice. You didn’t give me a choice. I want to be able to say no and you’ll listen.”
I lean my bumpy forehead against her smooth one. “You want to choose our breeding times?”
“Essentially, yes.”
“If this is your wish, I will grant it, mortania.”
She slides her palms up my still smarting in pain chest over my minnasuit. Her fingers run gently through my long black hair and I close my eyes. The feeling brings me the same overwhelming sensations that the UV rays do.
“I just want to kiss for now,” she tells me, her voice low and alluring.
“Kiss?”
“Your tongue rubbing against mine.” She grins at me. “As long as you don’t bite me with those scary teeth of yours.”
I understand this, and quite enjoy her sweet taste.
“I will rub your tongue with mine until you beg me to stop, little alien.” It appears I will have my after-dinner sweet after all. “Anything to bring you joy. I would never hurt you, not even with my teeth.”
She flinches and a moment passes between us because we both know she’s been known to use hers before.
“You’re not like Kevin at all,” she murmurs before standing on her toes and shoving her delicious tongue into my mouth. And as promised, I’m careful as I kiss her.
Pride surges through me.
I am not like takeout-spray-tan-non-hunting Kevin.
We both seem to like this fact very much.
Screams.
Terrified and sad.
I wake in my darkened room with a start, searching for my frightened alien. My sub-bones crack and pop as I shield her from whatever has her crying out in fear.
“Shhh,” I murmur once I realize her nog is filled with bad memories or made up horrors much like Hadrian suffered from as a mortling. No real terrors await her. “You’re safe, little alien.”
She clings to my chest and pride fills me. I stroke my claws through her hair and press my lips to her nog. When her breathing evens out, I almost fall asleep. But when her tiny fingers flitter over my bare flesh just above the waistband of my trousers, a low groan rumbles through me.
Don’t touch her.
It’s her choice.
Everything in me begs to push her onto her bed, spread her pink legs apart, and drive into her slick cunt. Instead, I respect her wishes. I ignore my aching hardness pressed between us.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, her hot breath tickling my skin.
I tangle my clawed fingers in her hair and tilt her head back. My lips brush along hers. What she calls kissing is the second-best thing to mating. I enjoy it immensely. She parts her mouth and allows my forked tongue to taste her sweetness. I lick her as though I can extract every tasty drop from her mouth. Moans fill the air as she gives in to the way I maul her with my mouth. She playfully bites my bottom lip and I let out a hiss.
“Kiss my neck,” she orders.
I’m happy to oblige. She may not want to mate but touching and tasting her doesn’t seem off limits. I run my lips along her cheek to her jawline and to her neck. My turn to tease her back. Scraping my sharp double fangs over her flesh, I relish in the way she moans with delight. This little alien likes the promise of danger it would seem. I tongue her flesh that tastes more pungent than her mouth. I crave to lick every part of her.
“Let me taste you, Aria,” I beg. I may be the commander around here but I’m as weak as a newborn mortling when it comes to her. I’ll take whatever she gives to me.
“Y-Yes,” she croaks out. “Down there.”
I frown in the dark. I’m not sure what ‘down there’ means. Sliding my palm over her breast, I whisper, “Here?”
“No.”
I slip it further down to where her stomach will hopefully swell one day with my mortling. “Here?”
“No,” she breathes. “There.”
Moving my palm to her cunt over her pants, I gently touch her. “Here?”
“Yes. Kiss me there.”
“Do you want me to remove these?” I ask as I tug at the fabric.
“Yes,” she says, a smile in her voice, “because I want you kiss me with your tongue.”
A growl rumbles through me but I force myself to be calm and remove her clothing without ripping it from her body. Once I’ve bared her naked flesh to me, I push her knee to the side. Her scent is musky and makes my mouth water. Leaning forward, I press my lips to neck once more before I start tonguing my way down her body. She makes a whimpering sound that has my cock seeping with my seed.