Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“You’ll really try and help Jayce?”
He waited a moment before answering. “Will that make you happy if I can get him his freedom?” He didn’t know if that was something he could do, but he realized he wanted to see that hope back on her face, wanted her looking at him with adoration because he made something she wanted possible.
She nodded. “Yes, it would.”
“Would you really trust me if I could show you I truly am only trying to make you happy?”
She nodded again. “It would help, yes.”
“But Greta,” he said low.
“Yes?” she said and swallowed, her slender throat working from the act.
“Just because I will try to help your friend doesn’t mean I’ll let you go when and if it’s done.”
There was a moment of silence. “I know. If even one person from my camp is free I’d gladly stay here, and be in your debt.” She swallowed again. “I wouldn’t fight you, Tolcan.”
His cock throbbed again, jerked behind his pants, and he knew he had to sample this female, his female. “When I first saw you something in me awoke. You were there for the taking, sweet Greta, all there for just me, and I wouldn’t let anyone else have you, not even freedom.”
She gasped, maybe from his blunt honesty.
“I saw something special in you, something that called to me, had me feeling alive. I’ve never felt anything like that, and I knew I couldn’t ignore it.” He smoothed his finger over her bottom lip. “There wasn’t anyone or anything that could stop me from what I wanted, and what I wanted was you.” She didn’t respond for several seconds. “Does that frighten you more?”
He could scent her emotions, but he wanted her to verbally answer him. Normally he wouldn’t have cared what a female thought, or anyone for that matter. That was the way of the world, of his world. But Greta was different from the others. Yes, he owned her by the laws of the Rogues, but he didn’t want a piece of property. He wanted her to be his willingly.
“It does,” she said low, soft. She gripped the edge of her shirt, and he knew she was nervous, but not resistant. He started breathing harder the longer he stared at her, the more he breathed in her scent. He wanted her, that was undeniable, and he didn’t try to lie about that fact.
“I’m so confused,” she said and looked at his mouth, and then back at his face.
“Trust me to take care of you. Trust me to make things right and good with you.” God, he felt like another male, like someone else occupied his body. But he didn’t care, because Greta made him feel so alive, made him feel so whole even. He had her up in his arms seconds later, and set her on the counter.
He took a step forward, parting her thighs even farther. He placed both hands on the counter and leaned in until there was only an inch separating their mouths.
“Tolcan…” she said with a hint of fear in her voice.
“The sooner you realize that you’re mine, the easier this will be.” He didn’t mean to sound coarse or harsh, but the fact was that he couldn’t help who he was, the male that was ingrained in him. He lowered his gaze to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall violently over the top of her shirt, and looked back at her face. “Admittedly, I like the fight in you, and love the chase, but I also get hard, desire and crave your surrender, not because you’re forced, but because you’re eager to give it to me.”
A small noise left her.
“Do you want to give yourself to me right now?”
It took her a second to answer, but she finally nodded. “Yes, and that frightens me.”
“If I slipped my hand between your thighs would your pussy be wet for me?”
She parted her lips but didn’t say anything.
“You hate this, hate your desire for me, but you also crave it as much as I do.”
She still didn’t respond.
He moved his fingers to her waistband, slipped his hand down the pants, and moved his fingers down her inner leg, right beside her pussy. He felt the heat from her cunt instantly. Pulling her leg even farther out with his free hand, he used his other hand to touch her pussy lips lightly, loving that she wore nothing to obstruct him from this. He spread his fingers through her wet, soaked even, slit, and grunted.
“Yeah, you want this, my little female, and I want you to tell me, so I can ease both of our needs.”
“God help me, but I do want this.”
And that was all he needed to hear to get this started.
15
This is insane. You are insane.
Greta couldn’t help thinking that over and over in her head, disgusted with herself and this man, but unable to deny that she did want this Rogue male. He didn’t have to help her find Jayce. Tolcan didn’t need to give Jayce a semblance of freedom in this screwed up world. But he had, and although he could be lying, she knew he wasn’t.