Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
He moved his head and sucked her clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth, and that was the end of it. The depraved side of her got off for this male, this alien that was showing her she could enjoy this, embrace it … come for him. He sucked even harder, and her breath hitched, but he wasn’t done with her it seemed.
“Tonight is about pleasing you, my female. You already crave my touch, my mouth ... eventually you’ll want my cock.” He sucked on her harder. “You’ll look upon me as the only one that can ease your need.” He ran his teeth along her labia, and a gasp left her at the sensitivity of it. “And you do have a need, the same as I do. You are perfect for me, made for me, Greta.”
He pushed her legs out more, stood behind her, and before she could contemplate what was happening he easily twisted her on the counter until she was now flat on her back. He had both of her wrists in one of his hands, thrust above her head, bent down between her thighs, and had his mouth back on her pussy.
He was relentless as he rubbed her clit. “My sweet, sweet female, your reluctance only makes me want you more, and that is saying something monumental since I want you very fucking badly as it is.” He moved that thick digit around the opening of her body, not penetrating her, but promising that he could take her right then with little effort. “You have me craving more, raging for you, Greta.” He started to penetrate her with his finger.
His hands kept her pinned down, and his mouth and finger made her a slave to his desires. He was relentless as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, but he only pressed his finger into her partially. “I can feel you getting wetter.”
The sound of his voice made vibrations on her clit, and she bit her lip. Why did she have to be aroused? Why did his forcefulness and demands make her body feel like a fire had been lit from the inside out?
“This confuses me,” she whispered, moaned, her pleasure mounting. He hummed against her and sucked especially hard on the little nub until she came for a second time. Tolcan was relentless in his onslaught, and she knew he groaned not only at her surrender, but because she had tried to fight him and failed.
He had her in his arms seconds later, and just held her. The soft, almost affectionate stroking of his hand up and down the back of her head was soothing. Greta didn’t want to feel anything but hatred for this monster, didn’t want to press her face to his chest and breathe in the dark, spicy scent of him. And she especially didn’t want to feel safe and sated in his arms because none of this was right or sane.
However, Greta didn’t push him away. Instead, she let him carry her. His physical strength scared her, his species horrified her, and the fact that he could look at her and he could see right into her soul petrified her. But even after all of that, thinking about what she’d just done, she knew that she could have a life where she didn’t fear. This male could help her, let her live, and save Jayce and her family. She just needed to keep her mind open, her emotions in check, and try to live this life.
16
“I did not see a slave collar on the human female when I was at your pod last,” Stellan said.
“Because she isn’t my slave, and will never be such,” Tolcan responded.
Stellan nodded, and the scent of his acceptance was pretty startling, especially so soon after Tolcan had made the declaration.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Stellan asked, his concern clear in his voice and his expression. Although Rogues did not fear things, especially not of the Enforcer class, there was a very distinct concern over something that shouldn’t be done, and what Tolcan was going to do was something he probably shouldn’t do.
“I’m sure,” Tolcan said and stared at Redon, who came in the stalls with three human slaves in tow, one of them Jayce. The humans were shackled with thin Hulla wire, a special type of woven string that was thin, but stronger than even metal when tied in a braid.
“This is about that female you took into your pod, isn’t it?” Stellan asked. There was no curiosity in his voice, but also no accusation.
It had been a week’s time since he’d brought Greta to his home, and although she was still very tentative around him, there were small interactions she initiated. He wouldn’t take her until she was fully willing, until she came to him, thus proving that he was here for her, not as a master, but as an equal, as a mate. Helping this human male she had friendly affection for would help her trust him further.