Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He talked again as if explaining all he did, bandaged her hand, stroked her hair. Morgaine passed into dreams anchored by the sound of a stranger’s purr-rich voice, warmed by the heat of his body.
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Dark hair slipping over her bare skin like a brush of feathers, Simin took his time scent-marking his mate as she slumbered. The graze of his jaw over her alluring curves set bumps to smooth flesh and a soft smile to his kor’yr’s mouth.
Males knew to purr, and yes, he had for other women in the past, but never as loud or as strong as he did for this one. She inspired an impressive, and it would seem necessary, amount of noise to echo from his ribs to sing her into a state of calm.
So much more docile in sleep, he adored every last inch of her.
She did not tense as he tasted her body, she did not smell of fear.
No, she smelled like sunshine.
He’d recognized her scent at once on the enemy ship, slipping into a heated rage when he saw she was imprisoned. He’d saved her from the weakling Nierra. Brought her to a nest where he would cherish and adore her. Where he would breed her. Where their younglings would be born.
Hours were spent exploring, soothing, and healing his overwrought conquest.
Carefully drawing one nipple into his mouth, he groaned at how she wriggled in her dreams. Her taste was pure decadence, and he could not find a favorite between them when he lapped at its mate. Licking between her toes had inspired the girl to arch her back in sleep, even her thighs had softly parted, giving him a view of that pretty, slick-smeared cunt.
Her resistance to his tasting her hours ago had been cute. The thing had no idea what he’d been about, surprised all the more when she’d liked it.
Whatever the Nierra did with their females, it sounded as bland as their battle technique—pomp backed by so little substance. The girl didn’t know it yet, but life for her would be much better as his kor’yr no matter her hesitations or fear.
No matter if she found him ugly.
At least he knew how to fuck.
Speaking of fucking, he wanted to do so now—to slip inside her while she slept and wake her with a full belly of cock. She would like it, just as she’d liked his tongue on her clit. There was no question in Simin’s mind.
Balls aching, he put a grip on the base of his shaft, stroking up hard enough to blend pain into pleasure. He could come just looking at her. Tempted to release over the sleeping Omega, to leave something sweet on her lips, Simin groaned.
Upon hearing his frustration, her left leg shifted in sleep, pussy opening to him in unspoken offering.
It was easy to balance over her body, to set his swollen crown against her eager slit.
A virgin they’d claimed, one about to get her first cock. She’d yelped under his tongue, screamed when she’d come. What would she do when she felt her first knot? He’d bet five ships and a planet of farmland she’d squeal.
Even in sleep, her body was responding to his low-pitched growls, the aroma of slick growing stronger by the minute. A simple tilt of his hips and his fat cockhead would pop inside that tight passage. One surge forward and he’d have her full to the brim.
His body moved with the thought, sloshing its way through her scented offering.
The pretty one’s eyes flew open just as he breached, stretched, and claimed that tight hole.
So wet, so hot, smelling so fucking good, there was no question of how hard to rut.
One harsh, earsplitting howl, lips pulled back from his teeth, he thrust onward until he claimed all for himself.
The surprise on her face was as beautiful as the pulse of her cunt around his throbbing invasion.
He surged, shoved in deep, and felt perfection. “Kor’yr, I want to hear you scream again.”
And she did. Only it wasn’t a true scream as there was no noise when she threw back her head on a silent wail. The reek of her fear came back, just in time to excite the Alpha who would show her fear could flavor pleasure just as pain could heighten the thrill.
Chapter 15
It wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. Oh, but it felt jagged and raw, stretching out her insides in a way that seemed impossibly deep.
Her nails dug into warm biceps, Morgaine trying to hold on when the first cramp stole up her spine and left her reeling. His exceptional length didn’t fit, and her body vehemently rebelled.
Still, he surged forward until powerful hips slammed against her.
No matter how rough his thrusts, the lips at her ear murmured softly. His meaning was lost, but his intention could not be missed. He sounded as if he were in even greater pain than she, that grainy voice tight, throttled, and shallow.