Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Nate,” she whispered, arching her back to offer him more. “Don’t stop…don’t stop. Take more…as much as you need.”
THIRTY-FOUR
NATE
Nate’s cock was so hard it ached. He sucked her tight nipple as deeply into his mouth as he could and the sweet nectar poured down his throat. It tasted like warmth and honey and sunshine. With every swallow he felt more whole, more complete. It was almost as though years of pain and trauma were being erased—as though Lan’ara was healing him by offering her body in this deeply intimate way.
She moaned softly and carded her fingers through his hair, which only made him harder. God, he loved the taste of her—the feel of her sweet, curvy body pressed against his own much larger frame.
I’m getting fucking addicted to her, he thought, but it didn’t seem like a bad thing. The beautiful Kindred woman wanted him—even with all his scars and his painful past, she cared for him…maybe even loved him. How could that be wrong?
It took him a few moments to realize that her fingers had stopped moving in his hair. A moment after that, he registered the fact that she had stopped moaning encouragement.
Letting her nipple slip from his lips, he rose up a little to look down into her face.
“Lan’ara? Baby, are you okay?” he murmured. He cupped her cheek but she didn’t answer him.
Concerned, Nate turned her face towards the firelight. To his horror, it looked like she had fainted…or maybe she was having some kind of a seizure. Her eyes were rolled up and her breathing was light and shallow.
“Lan’ara?” He patted her cheek, panic creeping into his chest. “Lan’ara? Please, baby—are you okay? Come back to me!”
But she remained unresponsive. What should he do? Nate remembered how Teetsook, the Forest Dweller as Lan’ara had called him, had told him he had to feed her positive emotions.
For a moment he cupped her cheek again and tried to think happy thoughts. But hadn’t he just been filled with lust and desire only a moment ago? Lan’ara herself had told him that his sexual desires were some of the most intensely positive emotions he had. If giving her those deep feelings didn’t help her, how were thoughts of baby rabbits and rainbows and shit like that supposed to do anything?
I have to get her help—something is wrong here. Really fucking wrong!
“Just hang on, sweetheart—going to find someone for you,” Nate told her. Though who he could call for help, he had no idea. After all, he was on an alien planet and he knew hardly anything about their social structure here. Still, he had to try.
Quickly he pulled on a pair of the loose white trousers and stepped outside the hut. It was nighttime and the area around the hut was deserted, the stars winking overhead like silent jewels. But then he saw a glow down on the beach—someone was there and had built a fire. Maybe they could help—or at least tell him who to call for help.
With no other option, Nate ran for the beach. A few long strides brought him to an old woman with wrinkled, pale green skin sitting beside a driftwood fire.
“Hey—excuse me! Can you help me or tell me who to call for a medical emergency?”
She looked up at him, frowning disapprovingly.
“So…the human makes an appearance.”
Nate was taken aback.
“You know me? I mean, you know I’m a human?”
“I know all about you—Lan’ara told me.” The old woman’s mouth was pursed, as though she’d tasted something sour. “Spewing uncontrolled emotions all over the place!”
“Well, I’m fucking sorry about that, but it’s Lan’ara I’m worried about!” Nate exclaimed. “She fainted or she’s having a seizure or something! Please—can you help? Or tell me where to take her or who to call?”
The old woman rose at once. She was surprisingly spry for someone who looked like a wrinkled green raisin, Nate thought distractedly.
“Lead the way,” she snapped at him. “And be quick about it! But first we must stop by my hut.”
Nate followed her anxiously to a rickety hut built of driftwood that wasn’t nearly as nice as the one he and Lan’ara were staying in. The old woman grabbed a bag—he hoped it had medicine in it—and then followed him back over the sandy beach.
The minute she stepped inside their hut, she knelt by Lan’ara’s side and put a hand on her forehead.
“Oh, child,” she murmured mournfully. “This is what I was afraid of—exactly what I warned you about!”
“What? What did you warn her about? Does she have some kind of medical condition?” Nate demanded, kneeling on the mattress on the other side of Lan’ara.
“Yes, she has a condition—you!” snapped the old woman. She glared at him, her sunken eyes blazing. “She has chosen a mate who is broken inside and she poured herself out to heal you!”