Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Knowing that my woman’s body is in heat that she wants to be mounted because of the changes going on inside her is going to make it hard to resist her. I may not be able to give her the time I think she needs and it’s too late to come up with a new strategy.
Hopefully the other side of this thing will come into play soon and help soften the blow. As much as I’m programmed to fuck her hard and often, I’m also preconditioned to love her just as hard.
Since I’ve never loved anyone like that I can only hope that it means I’d hurt myself before I’d hurt her. It’s the only way I’d be able to withstand the pain of being around her these next few days.
Once my dick softened enough for me to stand I rushed into the shower and made the water as cold as I could stand it, but I needed a tub full of ice for this shit. I stayed in the shower for a good hour with my head bent and arms outstretched against the shower wall as the water ran down over me, cooling me off.
I’m running out of options, the more I try the more things seem to be working against me. It’s almost as if something or someone was deliberately raising the stakes each time I jumped over a hurdle. If her damn egg drops anytime I’m near she’s done for. Shit!
I switched off the water and took my time drying off since my skin was so sensitive that the slightest touch made me want to fuck. When I left the bathroom wrapped in my favorite black silk robes because I’m a sadist I found the table in the sitting room set with dinner for one and a bottle of my favorite wine. Dennis must’ve told the others to leave me alone because I didn’t feel them in the house.
I dug into my steak and drank the wine like water as I recapped all of the day’s events in my head. Shit! I need to check on her but I’m afraid of what would happen if I do. Just seeing her now, knowing that her body is preparing itself to bear my child might be a bit much for me to take.
No wonder her scent had been so strong, she’s literally asking for it. Maybe there’s a way to lure her nymph out to play and leave the fairy behind. It’s a sure bet that I’d get further with the nymph, but then there’re her sisters to deal with. How do I get them out of the picture long enough to take her and get the deed done? Show her that there’s nothing to fear.
Think Lucien think, you can systematically end wars and bring peace between kingdoms that have been at odds for centuries but you can’t figure out how to talk your own wife into letting you fuck? Yeah, but I think putting a sword to her throat or a gun to her head and telling her to stop the bullshit might not go over so well.
I’m only putting myself through this for her sake, because I wanted her to accept me, accept us. I can overpower her and take her at my will sure, but I don’t want that. I want her to want me, and not just because I imprinted on her. Since I’m going to be stupidly in love with her for the rest of my life, which is forever, she damn sure is going to do the same.
That’s part of my problem. I never learned how to leave well enough alone. Some men wouldn’t care if their woman learned to accept them or not. If a man imprinted on a woman as long as they go through the mating ritual she’s bound to his side whether she wants to be or not. That can lead to either total bliss or abject misery for both parties involved.
It doesn’t happen often but it’s happened often enough for me to know that that’s not what I want. I want all of her, to possess her completely. A lot of time the reason the woman never falls for her mate is because of the way he handled the mating ritual.
Some males of my species just know how to take, they see the female as their due once they’ve imprinted and don’t take the time to woo her because they don’t see the need. Me on the other hand never wanted that.
It’s a given that my heart will belong to her, that everything I am is already hers. But I want the woman I spend the rest of my life with to love me as much as I’m programmed to love her once we mate. I want that ease that true love brings its lovers. I want what my parents have, no anger and animosity between us.