Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Bring her to us,” Avel says.
“I can’t do that. Wrath is already suspicious. He wants me to mate her. He wants me to breed her.”
There’s a pause. “Why?”
“He’s sick. She’s half my size. I’d destroy her if I tried. I think it’s a test.”
“Why would he be testing you? Don’t worry about the human. It’s been proven twice they’re more than capable of mating with our species. I’ve some personal experience in the matter.”
I know very well that he has had experience. I’ve seen his experience in high definition. If he is the alien I think he is, then he has proven beyond anybody’s doubt that saurians can mate with humans. Raine seemed to be enjoying herself very much for the split-second I allowed myself to watch her writhe in an aerial embrace, impaled on his cock in an unseemly fashion.
“What if she doesn’t want to be mated?”
“That’s a different problem,” Avel says. “But I don’t think it will be the problem you imagine. The human females we’ve encountered so far become very sexually willing, voracious even, when properly dominated. What is her name?”
“I don’t know.”
I clap my hand over my mouth to stifle my offended gasp. I just told him my name not ten minutes ago. He didn’t listen to me. I suppose he told me he didn’t care at the time, but still, how rude. Now I come to think about it, everybody I have encountered on this planet so far has been unspeakably rude.
It’s obvious to me now that Shan has a lot on his plate. He’s clearly double-crossing Wrath in some way, and he’s clearly linked to the alpha. This is good information for me to have, and it’s intelligence the Mare doesn’t have yet either. I file it away mentally for safekeeping, and a time when it might come in useful.
“Mating her should probably start with knowing her name. They all have one.”
“Maybe.” There’s a shuffling sound as he moves back toward the passage. “I don’t want to leave her alone for too long. She’s terrified. Timid. Absolutely hopeless.”
Well, that’s insulting. It is also inevitable, I suppose. You can’t be underestimated without also being thought very little of. The way he’s speaking, I can tell he doesn’t want to ravage me. He probably thinks I am a very strange, fleshy little creature. Attraction between species is a very rare thing. Most aliens, even sentient ones, never mate outside their kind. The bits don’t usually fit, and even if they do, the chemistry isn’t compatible, or the mating styles don’t mesh.
But we’ve already seen evidence that saurians and humans can fuck. Raine fucked the one that flew. We all saw the footage, even though we knew we shouldn’t watch. It was hot. He was so powerful. He rippled with every thrust, his scales moving with his muscles. That footage was only a few seconds long, but it is absolutely seared into my mind.
But I am not like Raine, or Sullivan. I am not tall and captivating. I do not draw every eye when I enter a room. Most of the time when I enter a room, nobody notices. I used to be proud of that. Suddenly, I’m not. Suddenly I wish I was a bolder, more beautiful woman. I wish I had a more incandescent personality.
“I would be afraid if I were her too. She is in the hands of the planet’s most notorious criminal. Wrath.”
“She’s not in Wrath’s hands. She’s in mine.”
There’s a note of possession in Shan’s voice that almost makes me think maybe he does like me after all.
“Stay in touch,” Avel says. “And do mate her. It will be good for the both of you,”
They talk about me being ravaged and defiled in such a casual way. I don’t have independent existence in their minds. I’m something to take and to have. I’m a creature to be claimed.
We know this is how saurians consider humans, but it still feels strange to hear myself being talked about in that way. Strange and disturbing. I spent so many years learning to become human, and now it seems as though I am going back to being a thing.
I look down at my feet, and for the briefest of seconds, I see pink and orange shoes, and a river of red flowing toward me. I blink, and it’s all gone, back to dirt.
The brief lapse in concentration is all it takes for me to fail to realize that Shan is coming toward me. I don’t remember hearing him say goodbye to Avel. I don’t remember anything at all for that precious couple of seconds.
“GIRL!”
He shouts the word at me, and I freeze as I see him suddenly coming toward me, massive green and gold frame damn near naked from the waist up, rippling scaled muscles and spikes, and an expression of confused annoyance as he lays those dark eyes on me.