Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
He pulls free of me, and I feel my lips gripping every sliding inch of him as he takes his leave of my body, somehow taking something of me with him. He slumps down against the side of the bar, taking me with him. I am pulled against his chest in an unexpected embrace, though I think it is more of a possessive clench. He looks tired. His eyes are half-closed, the thick, long mane of his hair spread out half on the floor, half-over his muscular shoulder. His chest rises and falls slowly.
I lie there with him, recovering from what I could not begin to call lovemaking. That was not lovemaking. That was rutting. That was mating. That was claiming. I think I will feel him inside me for a very, very long time. Maybe forever.
It is tempting to fall asleep with him. I could curl up beside his big frame and be soft for a moment, allow myself to experience the sheltering sensation of being in the presence of a bigger, stronger, more powerful male. I could surrender and let him take me captive in any way he chooses.
But as my mind settles, and my true nature begins to reassert herself, I know what I have to do. He might have held me down and fucked me until my brain malfunctioned, but I am still Sullivan O’Shannassay. I am still the most infamous female pirate of the Pleiades. And I will not be brought to anything resembling justice through even the most intense carnal experience.
I force myself to slip out of his embrace, missing his heat almost immediately. He grunts softly, still absolutely passed out. I wonder if it might have been a long time since he came that way. There’s something about his reaction that makes me think he has not fucked a female in a very long time. I wonder how that is, that an alpha with his looks, stature, and clear virility has not found a mate.
There’s no time to waste figuring out his life story, though. I have a bike to steal.
3 HELLO, PRIMAL
Thorn
I hear the engine of my cruiser fire, the throttle wide open as the wheels grip the rough road. The roar of my beast is one I’d know anywhere — though usually I’d be hearing it from astride the machine.
I realize in that instant I let myself succumb to post-orgasmic tiredness, and that the human has taken full advantage of my only moment of weakness. As much as I thought I had punished and subdued her, she had not submitted one little bit. She took the pleasure I gave her, came like a woman possessed, and now she is stealing my prized possession.
Leaping to my feet and rushing to the door, I see reflected light glinting off the light tints in the human’s curling hair as she speeds into the distance.
Fury rushes through me, but to my surprise, it is a laugh, not a growl that escapes my lips. I will hunt this little human down, and I will bring her to rough and painful justice. My cock will fill each and every one of her impudent human holes. I will make her scream. I will make her beg. I will make her sorry.
The bike has a tracker on it, of course. It has never been activated before because nobody has ever been reckless and stupid enough to take it. Unfortunately, the tracker is absolutely no good to me in a situation like this. I’m going to have to call this in. And that makes me even less impressed with the incredibly reckless human who has no idea what kind of wrath she just brought down on herself.
I may be without my bike, but I am not without resources. I initiate my mobile communicator and activate the first code on the list.
It takes a long moment before the call is answered, and when it is, I hear a muffled shriek in the background.
“Avel?”
“Here, Thorn.” His voice comes on, gruff and close, and if I am not mistaken, annoyed. Not at me, but at someone or something else.
“Can you bring a contingent out here to the Ground Bar?”
He grunts and I hear the sound of leather snapping in the background, followed by a small, short cry. I’ve interrupted him.
“I saw that alert. Something going down?”
“You could say that.”
Another snap of leather. Another cry from some poor unfortunate in the background. I hear Avel grunt with satisfaction before he responds to me.
“You need me now.”
It’s not really a question, but I confirm his statement nonetheless.
“Yes.”
One hard, harsh CRACK emanates across the connection. I hear another cry, this time followed by a burst of tears. Someone has just been saved from a probably well-deserved beating. I regret that, but I need my right-hand man right now. I may need several of them, but for now, I only need one who I trust knowing what just happened. The mockery that would ensue if a wider audience knew I had been taken for a fool would be intolerable, and the actions that I would have to take to restore my reputation would be deeply unpleasant.