Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
It’s the most she’s ever offered me. This is the closest I’ve come to having her. There’s a challenging look in her eyes that tells me she knows it, too. This is part of the game, but a new angle…which means there’s a new motive.
I lean back, regarding her. “You mean to tell me that if I said yes, you’d take my cock from my trou and ride on my piercings until I made you squeal my name?”
That makes her eyes flare. She leans against me, her slender body pressed to mine. “First of all,” she murmurs, stroking a hand along one of my horns. “If anyone’s squealing a name, it’s going to be you. And second of all…hmm…yes. I’d ride your cock and take all of those piercings, Jamef. Say the word.”
Kef me, I desperately want the “word” to be yes. “And you’d do this in front of the human? With her watching?”
Bethiah’s mouth curls into a hard smile and she reaches between us, her hand moving over the fastener to my trou. “I don’t mind if she watches.”
I grab her hand and stop her before she can free my cock. “I do.”
Because now I know her game. She’s going to mate with me to hurt the human’s feelings and drive her away, because for some reason, she’s upset at her. It has just as much to do with me as it does the human, and that’s why I stop. Because I’m not going to perform on stage for Bethiah’s little revenge game.
I deserve better than that.
Dora deserves better than that.
Twenty-Five
JAMEF
Bethiah might think we’re all play-pieces in her game, but I have lines I won’t cross. And deliberately hurting the feelings of her human—the sweet, wide-eyed female she was kissing moments ago—is a line I refuse to cross. It’s not just that I don’t like being used. It’s that I’ve gotten to know Dora in the last few days. It doesn’t sit right with me that Bethiah can come from kissing her straight to my cock. For all that Bethiah was planning on selling Dora, it’s clear to me that Dora still adores her.
And it’s not right to crush that.
My refusal makes Bethiah scowl, though. She grabs my jaw with hard fingers, forcing me to look up at her. “Here I thought you wanted nothing more than to get between my thighs.”
“Not like this,” I tell her calmly. “Not if our mating will hurt Dora. Not if that’s the plan behind this.”
Her hand tightens on my chin. “So you’ve got a thing for the little human now, too? Is that why you’ve turned her against me?”
Do I have a “thing” for the human? She’s delicate and sweet, and if I wasn’t knee-deep in this crazy dance with Bethiah, maybe I’d think long and hard about human kisses and human caresses. Maybe if I wasn’t already claimed. But I am. The female straddling me that has my jaw in a vise also has my heart in one. “I’ve turned nothing against no one.”
She squeezes my mouth into a circle, gazing down at it. “You stole her. You’re keeping her, aren’t you? Tell me that’s not for bedsport.”
“I stole her from you to get your attention. And I’m keeping her because selling humans is wrong.” The words come out garbled, thanks to her grip on my mouth. “You’re better than that. Being a skin trader is the lowest of the low, Bethiah.”
She snorts, studying my face. Then she leans in and nips at my lower lip, her teeth scraping my skin. A hot curl of shock flares through me. She’s going to mouth me—kiss me—like she did the human? My cock gets impossibly hard at that. I’ve never thought about mouths on mouths, but now that I’ve seen Bethiah do it—and now that she’s done it to me—I’m fascinated. It should be wet and disgusting and unsanitary…but instead, I want her to do that again. “I’m not selling her, you bucket of bolts.”
“You’re not?” I manage, pressing against the hand clenched on my jaw. I gaze at her mouth, so close yet so far away. “She never corrected me.”
Bethiah’s mouth curls into a smile. “Sweet little fluffit. Maybe she’s on my side after all.” She studies my face and then leans in and nips my lower lip again, and I nearly come in my trou. “I wasn’t going to sell her, Jamef. I was going to fit her with prosthetics so she can protect herself.”
I pant, hard. She rocks against me, her hips working over mine, teasing the hard bar of my cock in my clothes.
She’s insane. I know she is. You wouldn’t remove perfectly good limbs and replace them with something that requires maintenance. That needs repairs. Limbs are expensive, too. But I can tell from Bethiah’s expression that she’s earnest. That she truly thinks that outfitting Dora with bionic arms or legs is the answer to keep her safe.