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 watched the male named Jayce struggle with his bonds, but Redon pulled him along harder. Trying to take the human male now, against the orders of the Royal family, and without issuing a Dukka, would have Jayce dead, and Greta taken from Tolcan. He couldn’t risk it. He’d see if Redon would sell at a later date, when the purchase wasn’t so new. If Redon wouldn’t sell then Tolcan would have to issue a Dukka. But right now he needed to get back to Greta, give her the news that he hoped would put her at ease slightly, and watch as that hope filled her eyes once more.
14
He placed his hand on the scanner at his front door, let the laser move along his palm and finger, then another one moving along his eyes for verification. The door unlocked, and as soon as he stepped inside he saw Greta standing there, her hands in front of her, twisting together, and the worry and anticipation clear.
For a moment all he did was stand there, staring at her, seeing the hope in her face, and knowing that he wouldn’t have the news she’d probably prayed to her God or gods about. But he’d tell her what she needed to hear, and he hoped to be able to give her what she wanted, because a part of him wanted her happy, wanted her looking at him like a male that could give her what she wanted and needed.
He wanted to be that male that Greta looked up to when she knew something needed to be taken care of.
“Did you find him?” she asked softly, hesitantly.
He stepped inside, the door sliding shut and locking behind him. “I found where he is, saw him even, but didn’t actually make contact.” He moved closer to her, was pleased she didn’t shy away, and inhaled deeply. She smelled clean, fresh, sweet. “But he is owned by a particularly wealthy Rogue, one that will probably not sell what he’s purchased.”
She clenched her jaw, her anger coming forth. “No one has the right to own anyone, least of all your people that came to our planet,” she huffed out, turning from him, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her forward.
Things had changed in him when he was around her. He did notice he was the same hardened male when he was away from her, knowing he had to be the rough Enforcer that everyone feared. But then Tolcan came home, saw her, and something in him melted. He didn’t know why he felt his way, but he didn’t question it. He embraced it.
“Our lives shouldn’t be held in fear, worry, and in hiding,” she said softly, and he couldn’t help himself. He moved toward her, grabbed her thin arm, and turned her around. She’d filled out a little since being in his home and eating the high protein meals he gave her, but she was still so small. She looked up at him, her fear no more, at least for this moment. Her pulse started moving faster, and the scent of her perspiration was a light, almost sweet fragrance in the air.
“Your life matters to me,” he said in a deep, hard voice. “You matter to me.”
Her breathing picked up, her pupils dilated, and the scent of her desire climbed. She was fighting her desire for him, but she was losing the battle. He scented that realization in her.
“I don’t understand what’s going on,” she said, but he knew she was well aware of the situation. What he knew what she was referring to was the desire she had for him. “I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want any of this, Tolcan.”
He loved hearing her say his name, loved that she wanted to fight it, fight him, but that it was a losing battle. “You understand what’s going on.” He pulled her closer. “You just don’t want to accept it.” Tolcan looked at her lips again, mesmerized by the bow-like appearance, at the pink color … transfixed by everything about her.
“This is wrong,” she said in a breathless voice.
“No, it’s not.” He walked them backward until they were now in the cooking area, the counter stopping her.
“Am I the first human female you’ve taken? Or do you have a harem stashed somewhere in this home?” He could tell by her voice that she wasn’t trying to fight with him, or tempt his anger. She was truly curious.
“You are the first female, Rogue or human, I have ever wanted as my own.” He pressed his body more firmly to hers. “And the last.”
She licked her bottom lip again, a nervous habit he was noticing with her. He watched her run her tongue along the swell of her bottom lip, and his cock, which had gotten instantly hard when he saw her standing there waiting for him, grew harder still.