Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“Think you’re wrong about that,” Sylvie sent back. She was getting used to using the new link, but it still felt strange. Almost as strange as being impaled on her Protector’s massive shaft.
“Are you uncomfortable, baby? Here…” Kross put his arms around her waist and rolled them both over onto their sides. “Was…was I very rough with you?” he asked in a low voice, speaking in her ear. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember much. But if I hurt you, I’m so fucking sorry. I never wanted to do that, Princess—never.”
Sylvie started to answer but just then, to her shock, the door of the tree prison banged open. For a moment she couldn’t see anything through the red haze of the pain walls surrounding them. But whoever it was must have slapped the button because all at once, the walls disappeared.
Standing there, framed in the doorway were two Kindred warriors with blasters in their hands.
And one of them was their boss, Commander Sylvan.
21
SYLVIE
Sylvie wanted to die. She had never been more embarrassed in her life. Here she was, literally stuck together with her coworker, caught in flagrante delicto and now their boss could plainly see what they had been doing.
“Oh my God!” She looked for something—anything—to cover up with but there was nothing. The bed didn’t have a sheet or blankets or even pillows on it—it was just a bare mattress.
She fumbled uselessly, trying to hide herself, tugging at the plant fiber shift she wore which promptly tore and disintegrated in her hands. Apparently getting it soaking wet earlier was too much for the fragile material—now she was completely naked and stuck to her coworker!
Oh my God, I can’t believe this—so embarrassing! I wish I was dead! she thought, trying desperately to cover herself with her hands.
“You wish you were dead? Just because I’m knotting you?” Kross demanded and she realized he must have heard her through their new link.
“Yes—this is humiliating!” she sent back. “We’re stuck together right in front of our boss! Isn’t there anything you can do to make your knot go down faster? Come on—I need to get someplace and cover up!”
“Here,” he sent stiffly and struggled briefly to get off his uniform shirt so he could drape it over her.
“Thanks, but can’t you get out of me now?” Sylvie demanded.
“I’m doing my best, Princess. It takes some time.” This time his mental voice was distinctly sarcastic, which made Sylvie bristle.
“It’s not like I’m making an unreasonable request!” she exclaimed. “Our boss is standing right there—get OUT of me!”
“Fine, Princess!” Kross growled out loud. With a convulsive yank, he pulled his shaft out of her, despite the fact that his knot was still only half-deflated.
“Ahh!” Sylvie gasped as pain lanced through her. The removal was far more painful than any of the wild sex they’d had earlier.
“Fuck! Are you all right?” Kross demanded. He sounded half worried and half angry, she thought.
“Fine. I’m fine.” She sat up and drew his shirt closer around her. She could feel his seed leaking out from between her thighs—sticky and hot and embarrassing.
Kross fastened his trousers and sat up as well. Both of them faced Commander Sylvan, who had been standing there this entire time, apparently at a loss for words.
He cleared his throat.
“Are the two of you all right?” he asked uncertainly.
“We’re fine,” Sylvie said quickly. “We were captured by Dr. Barbarous—that’s why you saw what you saw. We never…I mean, we didn’t actually want to be doing what…what we were doing. He drugged us!”
She could feel Kross’s irritation through their link—for some reason he didn’t like the way she was explaining the situation. Whatever—at this point she was trying to save their jobs!
“How did you find us?” she asked quickly, trying to keep things going and hoping Commander Sylvan wouldn’t ask any more about the awkward position he’d found them in.
“Well…” He cleared his throat again. “Er, we’ve been worried about you two on the Mother Ship since you haven’t checked in for days,” he said. “And then the Goddess spoke to me and told me you were in trouble.” His eyes swept the room. “I can see that’s true.”
“Yes, absolutely. In a lot of trouble,” Sylvie agreed.
“That bastard, Barbarous has been experimenting on us,” Kross agreed. He looked down at his arms. “Fuck—what happened to my skin? How am I all red now?”
“It had to do with the injection the droid gave you,” Sylvie told him. “Your hair has a blue tinge now, too,” she added.
“The fuck?” Kross growled, reaching up to feel his hair as though he could tell what color it was that way.
“You do look considerably different,” Commander Sylvan told him. “Did Dr. Barbarous make any other changes in you?”
“I don’t know.” Kross sounded bewildered.
“He turned you animalistic for a while,” Sylvie offered. “That’s why we were…uh, together that way. You got all growly and started…”