Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“There was a green light in the room where I found you,” Vik’tor pointed out.
“Yes, I know!” I exclaimed. “That vision came true. And I guess, so did the other one,” I added, motioning to the way we were still lying on the rug together.
Vik’tor frowned, looking thoughtful.
“So you’ve had two different visions and both have come true and you had both of them while we were, er…”
“Fooling around? Making out?” I supplied.
Vik’tor grinned a little, showing me a flash of fang.
“Is that what you humans call it?”
“Well…among other things,” I said, still blushing. “Why, what do you call it?”
He laughed and cupped my breast, rubbing the ball of his thumb over my nipple lightly and making me shiver with desire.
“I prefer to call it pleasuring you, baby,” he growled softly. “Not that I don’t get pleasure out of it, too. Fucking love to put my hands all over you and stroke your soft curves.”
“Back…back on Earth, I’m considered too curvy, by some men,” I admitted breathlessly.
“No such thing,” Vik’tor assured me. “I fucking love your curves, little girl.” Leaning over, he kissed me again. “So if you have visions every time I pleasure you, I wonder what you’ll see if I inject my pleasure venom when I bite your neck?”
I shivered at the idea as desire coursed through my body. Before my time on O’nagga Nine, I’d had a little bit of a vampire fetish—no doubt due to all the naughty vampire romance novels I smuggled to my bedroom and read in my teens. Spending six months as a Blood Whore had cured me of that fantasy in a hurry—there was nothing sexy about letting twenty strangers a day dig their fangs painfully into my arms.
But being with Vik’tor was bringing the sexy thoughts I’d always had about vampires back. The idea of letting him bite me and inject me with that venom—which had made me come so hard last time—was incredibly appealing.
“I’m not sure what I’d see,” I whispered. “But I still don’t understand why I’m seeing anything at all.”
“Maybe you are a La-ti-zal after all,” he murmured thoughtfully. “Maybe you’re the kind they call a ‘Visionary.’ Though I never fucking heard of a Visionary who needed sexual stimulation to see their visions.”
“Maybe we should test it out, then,” I whispered. Reaching up, I slipped my fingers into the thick black hair at the base of his neck and tugged him down. “Bite me and let’s find out.”
His eyes went heavy-lidded and a low, rumbling growl came from deep in his chest.
“I’d love to, baby. But first let me remove that tracker.”
“All right.” I tilted my head to one side, baring my throat for his fangs, and closed my eyes. I was sure that he knew what he was doing but I was still a little nervous and I didn’t want to try and watch. Not that I could have seen the side of my own neck, but you know what I mean.
“Good, baby—now just hold still,” Vik’tor murmured in my ear.
I bit my lip and did as he said and then I felt a sharp little pain on the side of my neck.
“There it is,” I heard Vik’tor say. And then a moment later he said, “All right—it’s out now.”
“Then bite me,” I whispered, looking up at him for a moment. “And…and touch me while you do it.”
He made that low growling sound that was almost a purr of desire again.
“My pleasure, baby,” he rumbled.
And then I felt the sharp pain again, followed immediately by overwhelming pleasure.
“Oh God…oh!” I gasped as I felt it coursing through me. It was as though Vik’tor had somehow gotten his big, warm hands underneath my skin and he was stroking me more directly and intimately than I had ever dreamed was possible.
Immediately, I felt my orgasm beginning to build and Vik’tor helped it along, first teasing and tugging my nipples and then running one hand down to the place between my thighs.
I moaned as I felt him cupping me through the fur jumpsuit. The feeling of the soft, dense fur rubbing over my pussy mound and outer pussy lips was unbearably good. But Vik’tor seemed determined to do better than just good.
His long fingers found the center of my pussy and began to rub, parting my pussy lips and pressing the soft fur against my incredibly sensitive clit.
I bucked up against him, moaning. It felt so damn good!
But I knew it could be better.
“More!” I begged, pumping my hips shamelessly. “More, Vik’tor—touch me deeper!”
He made a low hungry sound in his throat and I felt him ripping a hole in the crotch of the jump suit. And then his long, strong fingers were invading me. Two thick digits found the mouth of my pussy and slid deep inside.
By that time, I had lost all control. I hadn’t known that I liked to be penetrated because—back on Earth—it hadn’t done anything for me. But now that my body was awake and alive to pleasure, I found it was exactly what I wanted…what I needed.