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)
“What is it? Is it sore? Is it too hot? Is it…”
He is trying to understand, but I do not want to explain. Admitting out loud that desire is once more overtaking me is just too shameful. I don’t want to want him. I don’t want to be the breeding mate of a saurian criminal who I met fucking yesterday. I am on this planet to rescue my captains, not satisfy carnal urges stirred up by a taciturn saurian male.
“I am okay,” I say. It feels like a lie, because it is. I am not okay. I am on heat. I can feel desire coursing through me with every motion of the water swirling around me. Pressed against Shan’s naked body with only a soaked scrap of cloth between him and me, we may as well be naked.
“It does things to me when you squirm,” he growls. “But you are too freshly ravaged, too sore to take me again. Aren’t you?”
Again, I cannot answer. I know that if he was to mate me again, not only would I suffer quite a lot with the ache and sting of a well-fucked pussy subjected to a saurian cock, but I am supposed to be resisting him, and this, and everything. But there’s some part of me that does not want to submit to good sense and self-preservation. There’s a part hungry for pleasure, even at the cost of pain.
I want him to do it anyway. I want him to be overcome with passion and use me as he used me last night. I want to have no choice in the matter, because he wants me. I want everything that is wrong, and nothing that is right.
“SHAN!”
Shan’s name is shouted across the baths, interrupting our little moment.
Shan swings around in the water with me. Wrath is standing a few feet away, having entered through one of the many portals. These baths must serve as some kind of a hub. The entrance Shan and I came through is one of half a dozen of such portals. I notice this now only because Wrath has used one closer to us than I noticed was there.
He looms over the pair of us in the water. I cannot reach the bottom, but Shan can. He holds onto me as Wrath comes to stand at the edge of the bath.
This is not the first time I have been in Wrath’s presence, but it is the first time I have seen him in what passes for the light of day. I see now why he holds so much sway over this group of renegades and criminals.
Wrath is a big, lumbering gray saurian with intense green eyes. He has a big, flared protrusion extending from the rear of his skull, and a large horn growing from his forehead. He is broad, almost impossibly so. I imagine he can only fit down some of the passages of this place without having to turn sideways. There are thick, natural plates on his shoulders that give him a sort of biological armor. He is built to take damage, and to make those who attempt to damage him regret the moment they made that decision for the rest of their days.
I notice that a lot of the outlaws appear to have physical differences from the everyday saurians. The alpha and those who serve him are peak specimens. It makes me think there’s some prejudice in this society correlating to appearance. Saurians who don’t look the way they’re supposed to look end up in this lawless group, run by the most fearsome creature I think I’ve ever seen.
There’s something about Wrath that cannot be trusted. Something violent and dangerous. I could say that about all of them, of course, but there’s a darkness in him that isn’t in the others. He is a walking volcano of some kind of repressed rage. I know it would be best if I never, ever encountered him directly. I should try to avoid any and all contact with him. I should fade into the shadows, become a meaningless, pointless, nonexistent space where a memory used to be.
The outlaws are just as appealing as those who make and enforce the laws, but they are rougher and they are less predictable, and their goals seem to be…
“Did you breed her, Shan?”
The crude question cuts through any sympathies or insights that might have been brewing inside me. I feel the heat of shame rush through me as I think about all that was done to me, and all that is being asked about. What details does this saurian think he is entitled to? The question is invasive and the intent quite infuriates me. He wants to know the most private things. He wants to expose the intimacy Shan and I shared, and turn me into an object being used on his orders.