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)
It was hard for him to relinquish the power he always carried. He was dominant, overbearing, and always had his control up front. He would never change, never be the sweet, gentle male she deserved. Greta might fight him tooth and nail, and rightly for what they’d done to her kind, for what he’d done to her.
She’d drawn blood from his body and declared she was her own person. But regardless of all of that, she was his, and he would go to every fucking length to show her what that meant.
He took her mouth in a brutal kiss and ground his aching cock into her soft flesh. His shaft pulsed as he imagined what she would feel like beneath him, her thighs spread wide, his dick buried to the hilt in her tight little pussy. She was a virgin, and he’d have to be gentle, something he’d never done before. He’d been rough, brutal, controlling with females.
The images of her naked before him, and of him taking her innocence as his own, were enough to have him almost losing his seed right there. But the hard bred warrior within him demanded control, ached for it. She was a prize, his prize, and he hadn’t realized what he’d been missing until he’d seen her in that cave.
Tolcan deepened the kiss and slid his hands through her hair. The tendrils were soft and curled around his fingers. He wrapped the strands around his fist and pulled her head back, succeeding in separating their mouths. Eyes closed, lips parted and slightly glossy from their kiss, Greta looked like a seductress ready to be fucked, ready to scream his name.
He took a second to stare at her features, and take in the beautiful crescent shape of her dark eyelashes against her fair skin. Her bone structure was delicate, feminine … human. Possessiveness slammed into him. Lifting his hand, he brushed the back of it against her cheek. She opened her eyes and stared at him. Emotions coursed through Tolcan, feelings that made his heart pound and his blood rush.
“What are you doing to me?” she said on a whisper, not sounding like she was accusing him of corrupting her, although he knew he was. He wanted her, made no secret of that, but she was good and pure, and he was everything opposite of that.
Tolcan knew she was going to change his life for the better, and couldn’t even imagine where he’d been without her. He wanted to make her happy, wanted to make her see that he could be good, even if he’d been an evil male for his entire life.
He’d followed orders, captured humans, and although he’d only ever killed a human when in combat and when they were fighting against him, seeing her sweet, innocent face, he felt like a sadistic, sick bastard for what he’d done.
Even knowing he’d taken her away from what she’d known as a home and family made him feel like a fucking asshole, and he wanted to show her that he wasn’t like that with her, that he’d be better, try to be good. It would be hard, and he’d struggle at times, because the warrior in him told him to just react and think later. That wouldn’t work if he planned on making Greta his. And she was his, would always be his.
“Come with me, Greta.” He led them out of the living quarters and into the room she’d been sleeping in. It was his room, and although he didn’t sleep but a few hours a night, he wanted her someplace that smelled like him. He wanted her in his bed, making the sheets saturated with the sweet, floral scent that encompassed her.
She didn’t fight him, and the aroma of her lust, of her acceptance and desire to be with him was like a shot of adrenaline through his bloodstream. He’d come right in his pants just from that knowledge alone, but he wanted to sample her, make her scream out, and then he’d take her virginity as his.
Once in his room the door slid shut seamlessly. Neither said anything for several seconds, and then he went after her, not able to control himself. He pulled her toward his body, kissed her hard and possessively, and swallowed the little moans she let out. He didn’t want to make this painful for her, wanted to only bring her pleasure, and he knew what he’d have to do to make that happen.
Forcing himself to pull back he moved toward the small dresser in the corner. Inside it held a few items he kept when he needed to patch up war wounds. There was a small tube of numbing gel, and although he’d never used it while closing an especially deep cut, because in his warrior status pain equaled strength, he was glad he’d kept it. It would help in this instance in allowing Greta to take him more easily.