Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Yes,” he growls. “Do you feel it?”
I feel his cock swell inside me, and a moment later my womb is absolutely awash in alien cum. I can feel the pressure of the intensity of the volume of his cum as he fills me with enough semen to knock me up a thousand times.
The feeling sends me right over the edge. I am so wet, I am so tight, I am so fucking filled, and my orgasm is hitting me full-force, erasing every other thought in my mind for several blissful minutes.
Icome to my senses naked on the bed, where unfortunately everything Raine said to me, and everything I remembered inevitably comes rushing back. I wish I could stay in a fuck-drunk state forever, but that’s not how life works.
“I am a person! I am not a thing!” I exclaim suddenly, having said nothing for quite some time.
“Of course you’re a person,” Wrath comforts me. “You’re as much a person as a person can be. Don’t let the cruel words of the thoughtless privileged females you have called captain define your sense of who you are.”
“I want them to acknowledge me. I don’t want to be treated like I’m nothing, you know?”
“Of course. And you are something. You are everything to me.”
Wrath’s words are so incredibly sweet. I wonder if he means them. He hardly knows me. It’s been a few days trapped inside a hole in the ground. Is that enough time for a saurian to fall in love?
A tap at the door interrupts my little meltdown and subsequent romantic confusion.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Sullivan’s voice comes through an intercom. “I was hoping I could talk to you, Allie. I’ve brought you something new to wear too.”
That’s very thoughtful of her. Wrath looks at me, as if checking to see if I want her to come in. I nod, giving permission. It would be nice to talk to Sullivan, and it would be even nicer to wear something actually made for a human.
He lets her into the room, giving me just enough time to cover myself with a sheet first. There’s no way Sullivan doesn’t know precisely what we’ve been doing in here, but she’s very chill about it as she comes in.
“Here,” Sullivan says, handing me a dress. “It’s simple, but I think it will fit and be comfortable. Why don’t you get cleaned up. There’s a bathroom over there, out in the main room, well, sort of off the main room, and you can get dressed fresh and feel more human. I want to talk to you. You’re not the only one who has suffered with one of those fucking chips.”
I take her up on her offer, mumbling thanks to her as I rush to the bathroom. Sullivan has always been a better person than anybody else. I really did not agree with the mutiny that got her ousted as captain, though I did understand it. That was the mistake that led us all here. If only we’d known nothing would do as much damage as one apparently sensible decision.
I shower, which feels incredible, and I get dressed. I don’t have any underwear, but the dress has a fitted enough bodice that there’s some support there. It’s blue and snug around my upper body, and the skirt flares out just enough to be feminine and flattering. I brush my hair out. It will dry wavy in the air. As I get ready, I look at myself in the mirror.
I am pretty.
I forget that sometimes. I spent so long being nothing more than the cleaning lady on the Mare, keeping myself to myself, never really bothering to look in a mirror.
When I leave the bathroom, Thorn is waiting for me. He smiles at me, his green eyes running up and down my body in a way that makes me want to disappear back into the bedroom again. I can’t though, because Sullivan is also waiting out in the main room where everybody is still milling about in their own conversational huddles. She has brought more peace offerings, ice-cream sundaes.
This is why I miss her. She knows how to make everything better.
Sullivan and I sit down next to one another and eat our treats. I am surprised to find that I actually feel quite content and satisfied right now. Being in her presence reminds me of the old times, and being reminded me of the old times makes me feel safe.
She nudges me with her shoulder. “I heard what happened,” she says. “And I’m sorry. Lettie shouldn’t have done that to you.”
“Lettie is desperate,” I say dismissively. I don’t want to talk about her. I want to talk about Sullivan. “Are you going to come back to the Mare? Or is it all over?”
“I mean, eventually Thorn’s going to want me to get some kind of job. I have to pay my way,” she winks at me.