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

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi Tags Authors:
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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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But I wasn’t concerned with the décor at the moment. I was more interested in Vik’tor’s big hands on my body.

Because he kept his ship nice and warm, I had shed my outer layers of fur once I got inside. Which meant the only thing I had on now was the innermost layer—the skintight jumpsuit made of short, dense, ultra-soft fur.

It already felt like the fur was teasing my nipples and the outer mound of my pussy every time I moved even a little. When Vik’tor started caressing me all over, it only added to the incredibly sensuous sensations running through me.

I moaned and writhed under him as he cupped my breasts, teasing my nipples through the jumpsuit and sending electrical tingles through all my nerve endings straight down to my pussy, which felt swollen and wet by this time. I felt drunk on sensation—on physical pleasure. The kind of pleasure I’d never had once in my entire life until Vik’tor touched me.

“Vik’tor…oh my God!” I moaned as he broke the kiss and started kissing my neck instead. His fangs skated over my vulnerable throat, but I didn’t shy away from him. I think I would have let him bite me—even though I had strenuously resisted letting any Naggian male get their fangs anywhere near my neck—if he had asked.

But then one sharp fang slid over the small bump where R’xs had implanted his tracker and I winced and shied away instinctively.

“Sorry, baby…” Vik’tor was nearly panting as he leaned over me. “Did…did I go too far?”

“No, I was…was enjoying it as much as you were,” I said honestly. I was a little short of breath myself and my heart was still racing with need and desire. “It’s just that spot is sensitive—it’s the place where the tracker is,” I added.

“Oh, yeah…” He ducked his head, examining the old scar and the small bump under it. He looked up at me, speculatively. “You want me to take that out for you, little girl?”

I frowned.

“How? Do you have some kind of surgical kit?”

“No, I don’t have a surgical kit—I just have these.” He motioned to his fangs, which were looking long and sharp again. I had the idea that they grew some when he got excited—either angry or horny, it didn’t seem to matter which.

I frowned.

“Look, Vik’tor, it’s not that I don’t trust you but…”

“But you’ve been really careful not to let a male bite your neck or your inner thigh, right?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Well, yes,” I admitted. “But also, how safe would it be for you to, er, bite the tracker out of me? I mean, isn’t it kind of close to the carotid artery or the jugular vein or something?”

Don’t ask me about anatomy—I was getting my PhD in Sociology—not Biology. But I still had the idea that it would be dangerous to try and remove R’xs’ tracker. That was the main reason I hadn’t attempted it myself.

But Vik’tor was shaking his head.

“Yes, it’s in a delicate area,” he said. “But Naggian males have the ability to seal any wound they make with their fangs. So I can heal you immediately after I bite you. And I’m not going to fucking ‘bite it out’ either,” he added. “I’d just slit the skin to extract it—looks like it’s really close to the surface so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Well, when he put it like that I felt a lot less frightened. Also, the idea of getting the damn tracker out of my neck was extremely appealing. I had been living in fear of R’xs for the past six months and now he was dead—I wanted to get rid of the last vestiges of him.

“All right,” I said, baring my throat for Vik’tor. “Do it—get it out of me.”

“You got it, baby,” he rumbled and leaned over me, stroking my hair to one side so he could get to my throat more easily.

Suddenly a scene flashed in my mind’s eye—hadn’t I seen this exact moment? Hadn’t I seen the two of us lying together on a white fur rug with Vik’tor bending over me, preparing to bite my neck?

“Wait—stop!” I put my hands on his broad chest and he stopped at once.

“What is it? Changed your mind?” he asked, frowning.

“No, I just…I’ve seen this before. I’ve seen us in this position,” I told him. “It was this crazy dream I had—or maybe not a dream. It was like a flash—an image in my mind. It happened when we first touched, skin-to-skin, and we got that weird, electrical jolt. Remember?”

“Remember? How could I fucking forget?” he growled. “Fucking nearly made me come in my pants, baby.” He raised his eyebrows. “And you had a vision when that happened?”

“I guess you could call it that.” I nodded. “And I had another when…when you were touching me and, er, sucking my nipples afterwards.” I could feel my cheeks heating with a blush. “I saw myself walking down a dark tunnel towards a green light and a voice warned me to stay away from the light because it wasn’t safe.”


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