Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Sam was beginning to get angry now.
“Well, if that isn’t the most convenient after-sex brush off I’ve ever heard.” She deepened her voice, mocking his low tones. “Sorry, sweetheart—I’d love to be with you, but the huge, hairy monster that lives inside me will be after you if I don’t go, so I can never see you again.”
“Stop it!” R’orn’s eyes were glowing so brightly that she could see their light, even though they were sitting out on the porch in broad daylight. “It’s not a fucking excuse!” he growled. “It’s the truth! And my beast is huge—imagine a monster, almost three meters tall, covered with hair and with the face of an animal—a wolf!”
“What—nine feet tall?” Sam demanded. R’orn was already so much bigger than her, she had to crane her neck to look up at him. She couldn’t imagine him being even taller!
“That’s my best guess—he might be even taller,” R’orn said grimly. “Now imagine that creature running you to ground and savaging you. Pinning you down and knotting you! Forcing you to submit while he fucks you for hours. Is that what you want?”
Sam felt herself go breathless. The picture he painted was a vivid one—both frightening and intriguing at the same time. She squeezed her thighs together tightly and felt a little spark of sensation from her oversensitive clit.
“Look,” she said at last. “I’m a ghost hunter—I’m not easily frightened.”
“You should be,” R’orn snapped. “I know I’m fucking frightened—frightened of my Beast hurting you. Raping you—possibly even killing you, if you refused to submit to him. He’s a fucking animal, Samantha. All he knows is lust and hunger—breeding and knotting.”
“Knotting?” Sam whispered. She was still trying to take all this in. “What—”
“My kind of Kindred has a Breeding Knot at the base of our shafts,” he explained shortly. “It swells inside a female’s pussy to hold her in place for a long, thorough breeding. Sometimes it takes hours to complete.”
“Oh!” Sam squeezed her thighs together even more tightly and felt another little spark of pleasurable sensation from her clit. “But surely your Beast can’t be that bad,” she protested. “I mean, if he can talk, then I should be able to reason with him—right?”
“His thoughts and his words are very primitive. And no, you can’t reason with him. All you could do if you had the misfortune to meet him would be to run. And if he caught you, your only chance of survival would be to submit—to let him breed you and knot you,” R’orn said harshly. He leaned across the table and took Sam’s hands in his own. “But I don’t want that for you, baby,” he said earnestly. “I don’t want you to be hurt and I’d rather die than know that I was the one who hurt you! That’s why I have to go.”
“But…but…” Sam’s eyes were suddenly stinging. He was serious, she realized—he really was going to leave her and not even look back. “But I’m just getting to know you—the real you,” she got out at last. “And I like you a lot more than I thought I did!”
“I like you too, sweetheart.” R’orn’s golden eyes were suspiciously bright. “Hell—I think I’m falling in love with you.” He withdrew his hands. “But I can’t let that happen—to either one of us. I have to go now, before it’s too late.”
He rose from the table, leaving the untouched coffee and scone.
“Wait!” Sam rose too, reaching out to him. “Don’t do this, R’orn! I’m sure we can find a way around your Beast! Can’t we just avoid each other on Full Moon nights or something?”
He shook his head.
“Not now that he’s awake and he’s tasted your pleasure. He’ll always be wanting more—wanting to come out and Claim you. And now that he’s active, he’ll be able to come out even if it isn’t during the full moon. He’d be coming out right now if he wasn’t so sated from how many times you came last night while I tasted you.”
Sam felt her cheeks getting red as she realized they weren’t alone on the porch anymore. Another couple had come out to view the gorgeous foliage and drink in the crisp Autumn air and they were shooting her and R’orn curious looks. Still, she couldn’t just let the big Kindred walk away—could she?
“Please!” she begged shamelessly. “I don’t care about your Beast—I’m not afraid of him! I…I’ve had lots of scary pets in the past,” she offered lamely.
“None that wanted to fuck you, I’ll bet,” R’orn said darkly. “No, I’m sorry, Samantha—I have to go. I’ll ask your uncle, Commander Bruin, to find another Protector for you. Right now I’m more of a danger to you than your stalker is.”
“But…but…” Sam tried to protest, but the big Kindred had already left the porch and was heading to where his ship and her van were parked side-by-side.