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)
Oh the luck!
“So beautiful,” I murmur. “So strong.” I grin at her. “Mine.”
I rut against her again, careful to not accidentally penetrate. Now that the toxica is wearing off, she begins squirming. Not attempting to escape me but rocking with me in effort to seek out more pleasure. I rotate my hips, rubbing circles on her sweet spot as I flick her hardened nipple with my claw. It rises higher at my touch. One solar it will leak with nourishment. My cock twitches as I wonder if that too will taste so wonderful.
“Breccan,” she whispers, no longer angry. My name on her lips is a reward. A reward for this horrible life I’ve been sentenced to. In one word, she erases it all. The death. Our uninhabitable world. The loneliness.
My little alien is a fixer.
A cure for the madness.
She is my gift.
Her body trembles as I bring her closer to pleasure. Those plump lips of hers part. I’m hungry for another taste but I will wait until her mood improves. Perhaps after I’ve made her come undone.
“Ah!” Her back arches off the bed and her breasts jiggle as she cries out. I’m fascinated by her reactions. I want to learn everything there is to know about her.
I will because she is mine.
When she spirals back down, I slide beside her, releasing her hands. She watches me with furrowed brows as I rake my claws through her hair. I will take care of her. Soon, she will realize this. Soon, it will become known to her and she will trust me.
I am her mate now.
My entire happiness revolves around her.
And the moment I’m forced to go back to work, I’m going to send Theron and Sayer to procure us more of these fine aliens.
Every single mort of mine will have one.
I’ll see to that if it’s the last thing I do.
6
Aria
The fucker paralyzed me. Paralyzed!
I can’t believe it, even though my limbs are still heavy and slow to respond to the simplest of commands. Breccan—I can’t think of him as the commander, now that he’s been inside me—has to carry me back out of his room and to the medical area for observation. It took me awhile just for me to be able to function enough to move again.
“It won’t always take so long for you to recover, little one. Your body should acclimate to the toxica. I’ll confirm this with Avrell.”
“Fuck you,” I spit.
I’m still pissed. Not because of the paralyzing, though trust me, that’s high up there on my list of complaints.
I’m pissed about how much I enjoyed it.
Being unable to move heightened the pleasure to a point where I nearly lost consciousness. I couldn’t escape from it, there was nowhere to go. All I could do was take it.
And now all I want to do is take it again and again.
He’s more addictive than the strongest drug.
And more dangerous.
“I don’t know what this means.” His strong arms flex underneath me as he opens the door to Avrell’s office.
Sensing an opportunity to get some much-needed space, I throw myself from his arms. “It means…whatever. Just leave me alone.” I storm into the examination room and jump up on the table. I can only assume they want to make sure their implantation was a success, and I’d rather get the humiliation over with as soon as possible so I can go back to our room and fall asleep. At least then, I won’t have to face how completely screwed up everything is.
Avrell looks up from the computer screen where he’s working. On the screen in front of him, I observe pictures of other women in cryosleep. There are four of them.
Then it occurs to me.
I can’t leave these women behind. I can’t let them face this fate if I can do something to save them. In addition to saving myself, I’ll have to figure out a way to save them, too.
Avrell closes out of the screen before I can determine anything else.
That’s fine. I’ve got nothing but time to figure out where they’re keeping the girls and a plan to get us all out of here before we become a breeding harem for these monsters.
I still can’t quite decipher their expressions as easily as I could if they were human, but if I had to hazard a guess, I’d say Avrell is surprised we’re back so soon.
“You’ve copulated already?” He takes a scanning wand from his pocket and crosses the room to me. I lean back on the examination table as he waves it over me. Exhaustion crashes over me in waves and the lethargy from the paralysis doesn’t help.
I crack an eye open to see Breccan practically preening. “Aria had a severe reaction to the toxica. Will you scan to see if there are any complications?”
Avrell sighs in resignation as he turns away from Breccan. “I told you the likelihood this would work is slim. If you damaged her when we could have used her for incubation instead—”