Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
He doesn’t respond and I look over my shoulder at him, wiggling my butt. R’jaal rubs his mouth, as if considering, and then reaches between my legs and trails his fingers over my cunt. “Mating like this…is possible?”
I bite back a giggle. “Oh yes.”
“But what about my spur? Where will it go?”
“Well, that’s part of the adventure, isn’t it?” I wriggle my ass at him again. “Unless you object to the view.”
He groans, squeezing my buttock. “Not at all. It is the best view.”
Oh lord. That makes me think of Hannah’s kid and how he loves the word “best” for everything. I start giggling.
“What?”
“J’shenn,” I say by way of explanation.
R’jaal laughs, even as he gives my ass another reverent squeeze. “He is not wrong. This is magnificent. And I can see how wet and pink your cunt is.”
I moan, burying my face in the furs. God, that’s sexy. “You have no right to be so good at this.”
“Mating you?” He drags the head of his cock over my folds, teasing me with the tip. “I have every right to be the best at mating you, sweet R’slind.” He dips the head inside me, and then pulls out again, leaving me squirming and needy. “I am exactly what you need.”
Oh god, he is. He really, really is. I spread my knees wider, desperate for him to fill me. “Please, R’jaal.”
“Please…what?” He nudges inside me again, just barely, and then leaves me hollow and aching once more.
“Please give me more.” I fist the blankets, rearing back in a clumsy attempt to get his cock inside me. “Please fill me up with your seed. Please stuff me with your cock.”
He groans, his nails dragging over my hip, and he grips me tightly, teasing the head against me again. “I cannot hurt you like this? You promise?”
“It’s going to be so good,” I pant. “So good. You’ll see.”
R’jaal grunts, and then sinks slowly into me. My toes curl as he feeds inch after inch into my body, and when his spur teases at my backside, I suck in a breath. I suspected it would go that route but I wasn’t entirely sure.
His big hand pushes my buttocks apart, as if he wants to watch exactly what his spur is doing. “Does that feel good?” His voice is husky, thick. Delicious. “Do you like it when I penetrate you in both holes?”
I let out a sobbing breath. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes I do.”
He draws back and then thrusts into me again, and this time, the stroke of his spur is an insistent push against my back door instead of just a tickle.
“Deeper,” I moan. “Give me everything.”
R’jaal lets out an unhinged snarl that makes my pussy clench hard, and then he’s fucking me into the furs, his cock and spur both driving into me with forceful, insistent strokes. His spur is small enough that when it pushes inside, it doesn’t hurt, but I have to admit it feels strange and adds an edge to our sex. I love it when he loses control, his hips slapping into mine with hard, punctuated thrusts and he pants my name. This time, he comes first, and he grips my hips tightly, his big body trembling, as he fills me up with his seed, just like I asked.
When he finally groans, catching his breath, he rubs a hand down my flank. “Did you…again?”
“Nah,” I say dreamily. I don’t mind. I came earlier, and I loved how it felt with him hammering into me, even if I didn’t come this time. “But it was excellent anyhow.”
My mate tsks. “That will not do, my sweet mate.”
His hand moves between my thighs. He makes sure I come again, too, because R’jaal really is a generous mate.
And I’m a lucky woman to have him.
A short time later, after we’ve cleaned up and snacked on some dried meat, R’jaal kisses me and has to head out for a few hours.
“Not long,” he reassures me. “We are yet resonating and no one will make a resonating male leave his mate overnight.” He caresses my hip as we stand near the door, clearly addicted to my body. “But we are need more fresh meat with so many mouths to feed, and the newcomers are restless. It will be good to get them out of camp for a short time.”
It makes sense. Everyone’s tripping over each other right now, and the last thing they need is a bunch of bored people causing trouble. “Of course,” I tell him. “You can’t stay in camp constantly. People need you. But how come you guys are walking there when you have a big honking dragon?”
I feel like I should be more thrown that Ashtar turns into a dragon the size of a small airplane, but I guess when you’ve seen one alien, you’ve seen them all.