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)
Roaring out and curling his fingers into her side, he slammed into her once more. His balls slapped against her clit, and he pumped his cum into her, filling her to the point their combined fluids slipped down her inner thighs. Tolcan couldn’t help himself, he slapped her ass over and over again, loving when the flesh reddened and shook from the force. She moaned for more.
He groaned roughly, and when he was sated leaned down and kissed the center of her damp back. But he wasn’t nearly done. He ran his incisors over the tender flesh of her neck, and without warning pierced her throat, but she’d tilted her head at the last minute, an act of surrender in his culture that had him grunting.
The metallic flavor of her blood coated his tongue, but he let his saliva seep into her bloodstream. His scent moved through her body, and he felt intense pleasure all over again that she was his fully.
She breathed heavily, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat.
He pulled out of her with a disappointed exhale and lay beside her. He immediately pulled her into his arms. She wasn’t asleep, but he felt her exhaustion as if it were his own. He already couldn’t get enough, and knew he never would either.
Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head, and for the first time in his life felt content and complete. He hadn’t known that claiming Greta would cause the wall that had been around him to break apart … but only for her. He hadn’t realized that this was the feeling that would be inside of him when he found his mate.
She curled her hand around his bicep. What a strange and wondrous thing to care about someone, especially the species that he’d been trained to hate and destroy. She was perfect, and all his. Nothing and no one would change that.
20
Greta was nervous, frightened, but hoped things worked out the way they planned. Of course the plan hadn’t been anything but Tolcan contacting the Royals from his pod. She’d stayed hidden, but she’d heard them regardless. Hearing Tolcan risk everything for her, for what she desperately needed to happen, made her feel this softness toward him.
Yes, they had sex, her first time even, and the fact that she wore his mark, his brand he’d called it, made her feel like she belonged. It was strange thinking of it like that, thinking that she was marked by her enemy species, but she couldn’t help but feel that. She also found herself touching the twin marks on her neck, running her fingers along the redness that wouldn’t go away from around the puncture marks, and knew this signified something very great with the Rogues.
She knew humans shouldn’t have any kind of marking like this one on them, because Rogues and humans mating was forbidden.
They now stood in a large arena, Tolcan in the center, and the one named Redon, the Rogue who owned Jayce, standing a few feet away. She knew Redon wasn’t fighting, because apparently on Earth the Rogues had changed their traditional rules.
Now, with the Royals changing the rules, a Rogue that was challenged in a Dukka could hire a much stronger, fiercer fighter, and that was what Redon had done. The male that stepped forward to fight Tolcan was just as big as Tolcan, but didn’t have the bands of being an Enforcer.
She scanned the crowd, looked over to where Redon was standing, and her heart raced when she saw Jayce amongst the slaves shackled together. He watched her, this comforting smile on his face, and she knew he was trying to help her not be afraid. Did he really know what was happening? Did he know Tolcan was helping her, that he was risking everything to save Jayce because she asked? What would he think when he knew Tolcan and she were together, that she cared for the Rogue, wanted him as her own, and had slept with him?
Did she even care what anyone thought, even Jayce? No, she didn’t, because this felt right. She loved Jayce like a brother, but she hoped he saw she was happy and that Tolcan wasn’t like the other males out there trying to extinguish their kind. At least he wasn’t anymore.
“This Dukka was challenged by Enforcer Tolcan. Redon, the challenged, has decided to use Earth rules and acquire his champion for the Enforcer. Taking Redon’s place is Wayward the Undefeated.”
God, that didn’t sound good. Although she knew how powerful Tolcan was, she also could see the hatred on Wayward’s face, saw the scars lining his chest, and even the old, dried blood on the leather pants he wore. Did he wear the same clothing when he was fighting? Was it a ritual for him? Greta found it disturbing in every sense of the word.