Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I can’t know for sure if the two of them lived on the same level of the human hierarchy or not, since they are so vastly different, but either way, that ends now. The only two things my Little girl will wear on my planet will be the soft, absorbent material made from the sumach plant that will cover her bottom and the dainty gemstones I choose to adorn her nipples.
The thought of selecting those stones makes my mouth water. I can’t wait to see her nipples and the rest of her body. The tone of her skin and color of her eyes will help me decide what stones I’ll want to see dangling from her pretty titties for the rest of our lives.
I wonder if the bronze color of her arms and shoulders extends to her entire body. I’m aware that many human females intentionally expose themselves to the harmful UV rays from their sun or even artificial light. They do so for the express purpose of darkening their skin.
I’ll know soon if my Little girl has done so herself or if she is naturally this shade all over. By the time we get to my home after a six-month voyage, her skin will have returned to its natural shade. The formula I feed her will have everything she needs to protect her skin from our sun. She won’t darken, nor will I need to apply lotions to protect her.
My Little girl draws in a deep breath. “I’m scared,” she whispers.
I slide my hands down her arms and thread my fingers with hers, flattening my front to her back. When I fold our combined arms across her chest, she leans into me. “I know you are, Little one. Try to relax. I won’t rush you.”
“How…?” She swallows hard. “How do you know. Why…?”
“We’re fated, Little one. That’s how it works. It’s powerful. You know you’re mine without looking at me.”
She nods.
I can feel her pulse. It’s aligning with mine. “Breathe with me, Baby girl.”
She squeezes my fingers. Her hands are so tiny compared to mine. I knew it would be shocking, and she would be very small because all human females are small compared to my people, but it’s still startling now that I’m holding her. Her fingers, her arms, her bare legs. She seems fragile.
I lean down and bury my nose in her hair because I need to inhale her. Once again, I can’t wait to wash her clean of the artificial human scents. I want to smell her damp hair after I’ve bathed her in the water we bring from our planet, using the gentle organic, natural soap we use.
I will wash her clean of her prior life at some point tonight, but I remind myself to bide my time. Instead of rushing her off the dance floor and over to the elevators that will take us up to my floor, I sway with her to the beat of the music. We’re sort of dancing. It’s pleasant.
Now that I’m holding her, she’s calming slightly in my arms.
“Your friend is talking to Mia,” she whispers.
“Yes. He will take her upstairs soon.” I unravel our fingers because I fear I’m hurting her. My fingers are so large they’re spreading hers too wide. Instead, I wrap her hands in mine and hold them against her chest, stroking her knuckles. “So…your friend’s name is Mia. What’s your name, Little one?”
“Ava,” she murmurs.
“Ava…” I try it out. “I love that name. My name is Ganrax.”
“Ganrax,” she repeats. “I…”
“You didn’t expect this to happen.”
“No.”
We’re surrounded by females. They’re watching us. Some are crowding too close, trying to listen to us as if we’re celebrities. I’m trying to shut them out and ignore them while I woo my girl, but then I realize females are snapping pictures.
For some reason, I don’t like that. It feels like an invasion of my Little girl’s privacy. They’re going to splash those photos all over social media, and in a few minutes, the entire globe is likely to know this female has been claimed. How long will it take for them to know who she is?
I release my grip on her hands and gently turn her around so she’s facing me. I still don’t get to see her features because I immediately press her against my chest, blocking her from any more video footage.
Surgient turns to make eye contact with me. He’s cradling Mia in his arms. “We’re going upstairs.”
I nod. “We’ll be right behind you,” I say to signal that Ava is definitely mine.
Ava tries to turn toward her friend. “Mia…” She manages to reach out a hand and stroke her friend’s leg, but I keep her tight against me. “Please…” She squirms against me, trying to free herself from my protective arms. “I need to talk to her.”