The Baron’s Bride – Alien Mate Index Read Online Evangeline Anderson

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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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Suddenly, I realized that the loose front of the robe was gaping open and also that I was hugging a man I barely knew. I really shouldn’t be doing this—I might be giving the Baron the wrong idea. Abruptly I pulled away.

“Um, I’m sorry,” I said. “I just…I guess I shouldn’t have done that. Spontaneous displays of affection aren’t really done in Naggian society, are they?”

He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Spontaneous displays of affection? You sound like you’ve been studying the Naggian culture, little girl.”

I shrugged.

“Well, I was going to be a Sociologist. I mean I am going to be one—if I can ever get back to Earth.”

I had even jokingly thought of doing my dissertation on the social systems and norms of the people of O’nagga Nine, but of course no one would believe me if I wrote it.

“You’ll get there,” Vik’tor murmured. “You’ll get home again.”

“I hope so.” I sighed and then straightened up, making sure the front of the too-large crimson robe was tightly closed. “Well,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Now that I’m all healed, I guess it’s time for you to get what you, er, paid for.”

Vik’tor frowned.

“I don’t want to hurt you all over again, little girl. You just pretty much told me you hate getting bitten.”

“Getting bitten is my job and you paid a lot to bite me,” I pointed out. “Besides, I thought you told me that biting can be, er, pleasurable if the male who’s biting you uses his ‘pleasure venom.’ Can you…I mean, would you use yours on me when you do it? When you bite me? Unless you’re saving it for someone else,” I added, realized that I didn’t even know if he was married or not. Of course, the gossip mags the other Blood Whores followed said he was a bachelor, but who knew how accurate those were?

“I’d love to use my pleasure venom on you, baby.” His voice was a low, interested growl. “And I think I can show you that biting doesn’t have to hurt.”

“Okay.” Steeling myself against the inevitable pain—(because let’s be honest, I totally expected it to hurt, no matter what he said)—I offered him my right arm.

Vik’tor took my arm in his hands and studied it, looking for the roadmap of veins that was barely visible beneath my light brown skin. At last he seemed to decide he preferred the inner crook of my elbow which was kind of a relief—it hurts less there than in the smaller veins of the wrist.

Bending his head, he started to lick me there, dragging his tongue gently over the sensitive skin, over and over, slowly and deliberately.

I bit my lip as sensations flooded through me. It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to this—it’s the way Naggians call a vein to the surface, so I’d been licked by a client before. But Naggians have a much lower body temperature than humans do so whenever I’d had a client lick me in the past, it was like having a slimy ice-cube rubbed on my skin.

With Vik’tor, it was different. His mouth was warm and it was soft, too—Naggians have a tongue kind of like a cat’s. Letting one of them lick you is really raspy and rough—almost like someone rubbing your skin with sandpaper.

All I could think about Vik’tor was that his Braxian side must be dominant because the way he touched and tasted me wasn’t at all like the rough, cold, impatient encounters I had with other Naggian men a couple dozen times a day down in the Central Hub.

At last he seemed satisfied that he’d called a good vein because he bared his fangs and struck.

I watched him do it, biting my lip the whole time. My whole first month of being a Blood Whore, I couldn’t watch—the same way I couldn’t watch when I went to the doctor’s office and they wanted to draw blood. But I had gotten used to it eventually—how sad is that? I got used to being hurt in order to survive.

Only with Vik’tor, it didn’t hurt.

Oh, there was the tiny pinch of his needle-sharp fangs entering my flesh but a moment afterwards I had completely forgotten the little pain because I was absolutely flooded with pleasure.

It was the same thing as when he’d first touched me skin-to-skin—my whole body lit up and parts of me that had been sleeping all my life were awakened. My nipples were so tight they ached and between my thighs, my pussy was wet and hot and swollen. But then it went a step further, because as Vik’tor continued to bite me, an unfamiliar pleasure began building inside me—a pleasure that seemed to come from deep in my core.

It built and built until I felt like I was a cup being filled with water that was about to overflow. And what would happen when it did? Would I fly apart into a million pieces? That was what it felt like!


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